Lyrics:
you bear the wear and tear of a performance on the air by the Wordsmith extraordinaire
Well if you dare then just do that dance and I'll enhance
Talking big words on the mic but still irrelevant
Especially when you're not college material
Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal
DJ Scott
Talking big words on the mic but still irrelevant
Especially when you're not college material
Wake up every morning to your Lucky Charms cereal
DJ Scott
pizazz and jazz in this, the cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make 'em clap to this
DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume
Yea we Ridin
21 And yea we Stylin
Goin the mileage
She fuck wit fashion likin my way
Kinda cool but I'm still wildin
I keep it still but I'm still
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
foreigners
Helicopter to the show, fly by traffic
Say you've got keys, think you're like Khaled
Think you're stunting on me, what, with my balance?
Bro
[Featuring De La Soul]
INTRO
What's up world?
Goin' give you a little love right here
My man DJ Honda blessed us with a joint
know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this
Run it back and tell the Dj cut the lights please
(Ooh I think she like me)
I beat it down and now her nigga wanna fight me
(Ooh) she do
(Ooh) she do
The rhyme style is elevated
The style of beats is elevated
But it's still Guru and Premier
And it's always a message involved
"The real, hip-hop"
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
ain't been the man in a couple of years
I got the bag, I got the ticket
It's easy to read your decisions I swear they dumber and dumber by minutes
By
I just got back from a year off
Nothings changed I’m a don mans still boss
I had a break now I’m back on the hill top
Don’t try holla my line that’s
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
a.m. and we still goin
Watchin time fly by, yeah, yeah, we still movin
Till the DJ turn up in this building
Lights, camera, action, it's about to be
and Desire? Ha
Yo, busta
Why don't you go get me something to eat
Then run by the DJ booth and tell him
To play that song that I like
Yeah, you know the one, by
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
the grill rather spend 10 mil on veneers
(yea) this a hip-hop premier
Talking old school D and D like?
And Aaliyah (yea) still on some fly shit
And tell
[Featuring De La Soul]
INTRO
What's up world?
Goin' give you a little love right here
My man DJ Honda blessed us with a joint
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
it either way it is a classic
Emcees! Jump on it!
DJ's! Jump on it!
B-Boys! Jump on it!
Graf writers! Jump on it!
Fly ladies! Jump on it!
Party
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