One-two one-two in the place to be, yes indeed As we proceed to give you what you need Always smokin' that 'dro weed, we have dilated peoples! Set to detonate There's just one thing Uh-huh, sharp That I, would like to say Ha yes y'all There's just one thing Watch out That I, would like to say What what uh There's just one thing Uh, uh That I, would like to say Yeah, it's goin' down There's just one thing That I, would like to say We got tension in suspense, theme in variation Train robbery panic, description of equation I'm after the gold, and after that the platinum You want what you don't have so far neither one's happened But I was told by my peeps play your cards right Spit hard, never look back, disregard hype That goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh) Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews "Triple Optic" cockpit views Bird's eye, catch the rhythm in the words I use I've learned to burn pain for fuel Everybody plays the fool sometimes, the other side of the game is cruel I'm back to school, the master rules Born in the church where the pastor rules (why?) I embrace the task that give birth to tools And keep the pressure on that turns earth to jewels How that sound? Yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown, it's like this How that sound? C'mon, yeah Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown How that sound? On tracks, it's like boomerang Sometimes you gotta let shit go to watch it come back Evidence, presumed innocent Move in silence, tracks covered, no fingerprints Most are hit or miss, not what this is Type on tour that might, hit your misses Pack the bags, load up the pre-vo last year We hit the road with Rage, Guru and Primo Cypress, D'Angelo, shit's Jurassic (hey!) Kweli and all top notch acts, keep it classic Bill Graham presents, "Live at the Fillmore" And after the encore, they ask for more F*ck the IRS, I roll with I-R-I-S 'Science the best, so don't test Exotic, attack the whack a word of advice I got it down so cold like ice from Jew Heights How that sound? Huh huh, yeah, Dilated we're correctly holdin' the crown How that sound? Uh, yeah It's that shit you pump loud when you roll into town How that sound? Check your fuse box, my "Cosmic Slop" brings cops Ghetto hip-hop that your city block rocks Say what? I bust a you and come back (hey!) Reach under my seat for that heat that blaze tracks Face facts, you're facin' poker faced cats Dilated made our way through the maze, "so take that!" For boom bap rap brought some state of the art shit (hey!) After two L's, I'm cool like James Todd Smith Made ya burn while the, tables turn I teach but I'm ready willin' able to learn These cats tryin' to eat, I'm just tryin' to breathe And tryin' to leave a legacy that you couldn't believe Live from D-N-D, peace to NY G's Rakaa Cy Young on the M-I-C Babs is clockwork, you could set your wristwatch And the real backbone of hip-hop is disc jocks How that sound? Huh, yeah yeah How that sound? No doubt Dilated platform, expansion team! How that sound? Uh uh, yo, Dilated, no doubt, worldwide connected Come down Mr. Selector
Written by: GLENN BOLTON, ARNOLD HAMILTON, PAUL HUSTON, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, MARTIN NEMLEY, MICHAEL PERRETTA, LEONARDO ROMAN, RAKAA TAYLOR, SHAHID WRIGHT, Leonard Roman, Christopher Martin, Marvin Wright
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