[Dove] Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner Scannin proper with my sight muscle This rap shit, is just my night hustle My J-O's to stay fearin of my G-O-D Whether what may, meet me at the front door See the pressure got a nigga knockin shit off his desk Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue Stay pertinent to the issues Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run Stay (?) like black folks some (?) mostly fakin it, to make it
[Pos] I play low-key til it's time for you to know me Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly Holy shit! Now look what I get A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people Them niggaz screamin fam til they rank measure equal then vote, without leavin a note, and that was all she wrote Arranged produced my slang's obtuse but some distort, tellin stories like Mother-the-Goose My true fam's (??) back since with Vince Mason We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme
[Dove] While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series Been here, just pleadin the same case ever since we spaced about "3 Feet" Pinchin your ears, inchin for years but you still stuck at the mezzanine and we at the penthouse level with the same old rugs same old tubs, same old tables and same faults Same crew and the same old train of thought
Chorus: De La Soul
My guess you need to head West (who you foolin) Thought we'd fall for your phonyness you're (only foolin) yourself, thought you were down - it takes more than a smile and a couple of pounds to be crew Man you bound to get your tail caught (who you foolin) Spreadin yourself thin see you're (only foolin) yourself, thinkin all you need is the wealth You need to peep your whole circle out
[Pos] Yo, since Jam Master Jay been rockin without a band and that sister k.d. lang been sexin without a man we brought our ultimate plan to birth Put in work for this game, it's not a game to me We've been furnished the props Now we out to furnish properties we own That's right (so) cats might know we ain't home My throne's threatened by fiends, try to do dirt Play Tony Randall - have that ass cleaned
[Dove] Unveiled I see your exhibition, y'all need to cover that Fatherless styles, y'all really need to mother that Same expose, different page but when you see me in it it's the same old Dave
[Pos] Y'all silly, you're just a civili', I'm a soldier Troopin in this path til the death won us over So if life is a party begin, to understand just like the DJ, we stayin to the end
Chorus: De La Soul
How you think you gon' get away? (who you foolin) Changin faces on the regular you're (only foolin) yourself, big top status, paintin your face Who you think you really gonna fool huh? We watch, what we got so (who you foolin) around on my premises you're (only foolin) you, into thinkin you can break in too my place, and not have to face, our position
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