Art Official Intelligence-mosa

[announcer]
Still not convinced about ghost weed?
Well check this out!

*****
Yo i'm sayin...oh yeah, aight, yo, i can do anybody
(ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Do one of them tribe niggas
Listen, name somebody, i bet you
Phife....phife dawg
Yo, i sound just like him... phife dawg, watch!
Aight, i'm 'bout to do this
Yo, whatever, just show me aight, just show me
I'ma show you something else too
But right now i'm 'bout to show you phife, you heard me?
Alright here we go
You know what just, somebody hit the beat
*****

[phife]
L-y-r to the i-c-s
Niggas still fussin' 'bout who be the best
When diggy dog bounce through i put all that to rest ..
.. anyone try test i put two in they chest
Quest or no quest i leave venue's a mess
Don't ask me to colab', me and you don't mesh
I stay fresh from the fresh, never frontin' or fess
In the name of j christ all mics'll get blessed
Peep how i posess flavor, style, finesse
Microphones, honeys, two things i caress
To all you fake jiggy niggas, still not impressed
Queens, i rep' it to the fully, you'd think i own the mets

*****
What, know i'm phife, phife nigga, what
You know how i know you ain't phife?
You'da said you own the knicks or somethin'
Listen man i'm sayin', it's sports it's what i'm just doin'
I'm sayin', it don't matter, that's not the point
That shit is wack, impostor yo
I sound like phife

[pos]
Yo.. we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
Get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down)
Yo! we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
Get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down)
Yo!

Chorus: pos

We run it, hot! when we over the drums
To the, top! cause the bottom we're from
We got the, drop! on your weekend crew
Cause you're full-time talkin while we peepin your view

[pos]
Rahubat(?), you know my name
I run my humbleness with fame
God-body, nuttin plain
While you claimin shepherd that you heard this
You, heard this on day first
Watch my man, he'll make it worse
Ain't no new click, we still native

[dove]
Clothes knit, stitched tight, related
That's the way we handle it
Pin us up or mantle it
We on fire you candle lit
Daydreamin, on a rack
Get bought worn and brought back
We sport rhyme thought real tight

[pos]
To gain sizes much bigger
Life life well, get mail filled with
Checks from sales we deliver

[dove]
Spend a little, make a little
I want it big like white boy wallets
Credit delievered, fed-excellent
To my dot com, we on the web like charlotte's
Hornet, back her up, she too much on it
Your plastic ass'll get swiped
Past the limit see you the type
To get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night

Chorus

[pos]
While we peepin your view
While we, peepin your view
We got they eyes on lock
Let them flock to your wit while i spit after you

[dove]
Look ma, i'm still rhymin
Baby boy still providin
Breakin bread in four states
Makin these struggles get gone
Private eyes, i see y'all spyin
You watch while i clock
Fertilize my brain data
Makin accounts grow green like the front lawns

[pos]
Yo i may be old school
But i'm not no old fool
Heard out your mouth words flee
Bout "these niggaz ain't nice"
You just barbershop talkin
While we round the world walkin
B, you ain't d.m.c.
You slip and fall on my ice
No lyin, straight shinin
I give you supper from my upper diamond
You got limbs so climb in

[dove]
Yo, soak up what you find-in
We too pure for you to try
You sniffin maybe's and if's

[pos]
And if "if" was a spliff
Man we'd all be hiiiiiiiiigh-iiiiiigh.. iiiggghhhhh..

[dove]
.. but it's not, so sober up
You flashin out like you paparaz'
You'll need to take a liver shot
To feel the heat on how we runnin it, yo

Chorus 1.75x (minus last line, 2nd time)

[pos]
Cause you're full time talkin while we, while we
While we lettin you know i'm in a
Certified rhyme meadow for days
If you ask mercenary bout this shit, it pays
Hitting willie mays style out the park
Mastering in this +art+ that's +official+
Your ears absorb this like tears, on a tissue
Cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp
Distinct like e-double's lisp
L.i. alumni, wonder why i got it
Got it? get a piece
Got product that you all should own and not lease
Some say drummers play synonymous with ill
With wordplay, that keep us all paid like a bill
We're the parent company
You the sub in my d-i-vision
You don't know how.. {*words fade out*}

"turn that shit off man! what's wrong with you man?
You know we got a party man, get the other record!"

(here we go..)
".. (let it go!) just one more time!" -> from "stix n stonz"

[mike d]
It's the m-i-k, e ohh to the d
I'm comin exquisite and v.i.p.
Tryin to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin true to this vision in the y2g

[dove]
Two g's got em scratchin it like the fleas
And ad rock got it locked like a crooked cop

[ad rock]
Noooooowww; it's ad rock, y'all remember me
The guy ya bit ya style from off the tv

[pos]
I score mmmma-zah-ayy's all day, my essays are felt worldwide
We like four planets on the mic
Aligned arrays retired all in the days
Game (baby-baby) too blam for these lames

[ad rock]
When i was nine, i played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes leavin ya stung
I got my own crew called the nasal tongue!

[dove]
Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin (okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in mca's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix

(disc jock!) it be some classic material kid
(disc jock!) got the calm cats blowin their lid
(disc jock!) you get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got em by the stack
(disc jock!) got us walkin all over the world
For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
(disc jock!) you can't get enough when we servin this

[repeat 8x]
Come on - squat!

[pos]
Now we'd like, to introduce to you, ad rock

[ad rock]
Ad rock in the house you don't stop!
It's the b-e-a-s-t-i-e b-o-y-s with the most finesse
Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass
But listen guiliani you can kiss my ass (what?)
You heard my word, now dove you play the preacher
Get on the mic if you love all the creatures

[dove]
Well yeah i got these fishes swimmin round my baracuda
Back in '82 i used to ride a street scooter
Called em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep em level, and
Smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle (owww!)
Firm on the mic since my days of a child
Got a "license +too+ ill" to flash to police
The only beast i huddles with the beastie boys
Bringin "noise" like p.e. to your tv

[pos]
Aiyyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed
Stripped to the rhyme!
And every line made from scratch
Attached like stripes to shell-toes
Thin spools that hold the herb
Mike what's the word? (word!)

[mike d]
It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la
Rhymin over old breaks like the mardis gras
Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh
And mike d and ad rock down with the de la

(disc jock!) get the people dancin for real
(disc jock!) theater (jock!) holdin mass appeal
(disc jock!) you can't get enough still
So here's another dose for you to feel!
Put ya body in it!

[repeat 8x]
Come on - squat!

[mike d]
I'm feelin good, damn good, but also confused
This stuff from hip-hop that's bein misused
It's desirin, acquirin, tryin to be like iverson
If it means backstabbin and also conspirin

[all together]
Nowwww, the people in the front - you do the bump bump
The people in the back - they're not the whack whack
The people in the middle - come on and wiggle wiggle
And the people on the side - we can all take a ride!

[dove]
In my vw i done swung an ep' or two
The rear in my hatchback y'all know i scratched that
Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the rolls
Skiddin out to place my vote at the polls for ad rock

[ad rock]
Well i'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper
From the middle school like the educated rapper
I'm known as an occupational mc
You think i lose sleep if you sleep on me?!

[pos]
Its the rock solid, pilot, here to fly (rock!)
Reachin elevations too far for the eye (eye!)
Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages
Seen (all over the globe) and all the types
Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear
(to clean out ya lobe) and listen to a few views
From two crews spittin for the art of it
We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it

[dove]
Started it ever since we minced meat
You sloppy joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog
Stay there! i'ma play there (cuz they pay there)
In the big old santa claus bag got discs and now we out

[beastie boys]
Signin off, signin off, our work is done
So come on party people..
Have (have) have (have) have funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

".. (let it go!) just one more time!" -> from "stix n stonz"

* - doing run-d.m.c.'s "together forever (live at hollis park '84)"]

[redman] *
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and let's get ill
That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes... (brick city)

[pos]
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin for crime, halt! who goes there?

[dove]
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin smokey the bear
Shinin black like darth vader caps, they on stare

[pos]
While we rockin it, i'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child, woman and man

Chorus one: redman

God bless the god, lay these streets wall to wall
It go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[pos]
It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but i don't think you can d
Why try? maseo be gettin high since luke was luke skywalk'
Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug
A life filled with (*tweet*) that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice
While it muffles your voice

[dove]
Now when i'm swimmin through the joint, i put the funk on hold
Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss

[pos]
Most crews are post-current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-i-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real

Chorus two: redman

I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine
And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight
Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[dove]
Yo, i swear tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
Big money's make the big decisions
Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap

[pos]
I had a name for makin paper since paper mache
Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from god to god damn

[redman]
Damn god, you're killin it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it

[pos]
Soundin like they virtual
This joint'll hurt you, yo

[dove]
Twas the night before christmas and my crib got robbed
(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) they did a job
Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the cd's
Of shiny-suit rappers and flossin emcees
Who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees

[pos]
Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else we gon' "relax your mind, let your conscious be free"

Chorus three: redman

Yo, where my wall street niggaz, if ya up in the stands
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
Brick city go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, i gotta catch a cab back to the lab so i can smoke
- oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

Now check it (sup?)
Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool)
We gonna, set it off with in-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed
(yeah that's right) you know
La-la-la-la-ladies first and all that
(that's right ladies first)
So peep it - you see this girl
Who been poppin mad shit about you
So i want you to get into it a little bit
I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that ??

[indeed]
I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my teeth
It's the last day of the week, man what a relief
My arms are sore as hell, i felt rigid and stiff
So i turned around and i rolled this big fat spliff
That's when i seen her, steppin out a rented yellow beemer
This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was tina
She was braggin she was goin on tour
The same shit she was screamin since the year before
Ever since the de la soul video, she seen me on the tv
Heard that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me
Workin underground circuits and mad cyphers of people
When she asked who was ill, all she got was indeed
She wanna battle (what?) and it wasn't hard to tell
All that i was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my l
I had four hours left and i was tired as hell
Plus it was 12:55 almost time for the bell
She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she know joe
Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro
Forty-below timbos, fatigues saggin
Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin
On her gold fronts with her name on it
Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it
I peeped the stee' - then i crushed her with ease
Just for interruptin me while i was rollin my trees

Aight? (whoo!)
That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)
Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up
For my man mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this)
(whassup?) yo, i don't want you to make it like
A story or nuttin (aight)
I just want-want, want want-want
Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme
Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme shit - rip a nigga in his ass!
And let him know how we do it, y-y-y'know?

[pos]
Now maseo puff cheeba, while rich sniff lines
David j push the whip while candy cal pull dimes
And me right behind, with the shorty gettin her math
To do the savion routine and just, tap that ass
Still the one who kill wackness, man i left them niggaz crippled
Had em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple
My +art is official+ while you're art-ificial
Break you down to your very last participle
Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim
Me gettin taken out is rare like a smile from rakim
See i'm remarkable, you're just bull
Last name shit, y'all niggaz need to quit
Open your mitt, and catch this
I autograph every word you bit
??testify then?? take your picture
Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya
While your whole clan is blam
Understand that you must be smokin pounds of weed out of a pipe
And mistook your munchies, for bein hungry for the mic
And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly right
Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates
Put the whole entire plate in your face
Make the point like who's that on that joint? it's me
I'm in everything you see like ??, yo i'm in demand
I'm in the club man i'm in your hand
Bein bought, i'm even in the thought from your girl
The only thing you're in is in acting
Your world'll be smashed
Run against the won and you'll be last
Like that call for alcohol, depletin your cash

That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass
Y'knowhatmsayin? know-know-know, know-know, know-know dat!
Hahahahahaha

{*ghost weed skit 2 follows*}

[announcer]
Hey hip-hoppers, tired of that old trend of ghostwriters?
Well here's the newest sensation that's sweepin the nation!
{*needle drags*} {*gong sounds*} ghost weed!
Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!
Hey ballers, ballettes, thugs, chickenheads!
Take a listen to how ghost weed
Will help you kick it like your favorite rapper
Just a couple of hits and.. {*inhales*} it's gangster!

Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with ghost weed..

*****
Whatever, nah.. just step back off
Let me get some
I got pharoahe monch, i'ma do it
Yo you gonna fuck that shit up man
I got that kid like whoa, i'm sayin uhh!
Yo you need to take some more son
Yo i take another hit.. {*inhales*}
(ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Aoooowwww shiiit.. ahhh..
That's that fire shit yo!
Yo y'all gonna let me get busy and all that?
Yo, aight, i wanna.. i wanna hear you rhyme
You wanna hear me rhyme?
You might sound nice cause i'm high now but
Uhh! check my ad lib, uhh!
Yeah, aight word, yeah okay
Yeah, i'm ready, drop that beat
*****

[pharoahe monch]
How many niggaz who will actually kill still rhymin?
How many niggaz who are actually signed still killin? ..
.. and when it comes to killin a mic, they ain't willin
And i'm supposed to be shook? that's the shit that kills me
Take a bullet for x in the ballroom and then vanish
Extinguish the sun when i drew, play pool with the planets
Triskadekaphobia lyrics, outlandish
My shit straight from the soul, god damnit
It's the one time only, vernacular original
Spectacular miraculous flow, computer digital
I ridicule the pitiful, piss upon the miniscule
Pharoahe monch, better park that ass like municipal

*****
Yo, you ripped that
You ripped that shit kid, killed it!
That was dope, that was dope
He kinda had that yo, he kinda had that
Nah man, it did not sound like pharoahe
Hey, you need to congratulate
It was the weed.. it was the trees
You need to congratulate, knahmsayin?
Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!

[chaka khan]
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh!
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh!

Chorus: chaka khan (repeat 2x)

It ain't all good, and that's the truth
Thangs ain't goin like you think they should - it's all on you

[chaka khan]
I don't care about what you think you see
The thangs you want to know when you look at me
God knows i done been through and paid my dues
Can't change how you feel, cause it's - all on you-whoahhha-ohhh-yeah

[dove]
I wish that, you could be a little bit more upfront
Weigh the situation how you want (right)
The lovin that you claim is just a four letter word
The third letter's invitin so visualize the verb
You curve thoughtways when you're handlin the candleabra
So you sittin on the baby grand
Transmittin like you're made of man
But you paint a funny face like a chick
When i see you i'ma tell you quick that uhh..

Chorus 1/2

[dove]
I can't believe we built this large pizza pie together
No pepperoni
Yeah you wanted extra cheese, sometimes i gave you extras
How we divided slices like the red sea theory
I was moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn zapora
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see or cope with that
I had to bolt from that, and left you dead in the sea
It's better for me, i'm satisfied with reppin for d

[pos]
We were certified hot, then dropped to lukewarm
Now we back up in the spot, claimin never been gone
Niggaz who cut us off, wanna reattach us now
(them girls who brushed us off, say they want some #'s to dial)
Yeah i give that ass a number, and some lumber to pile
Now catch a curve from my kick (or show me lovin by brick)
So stick to the same plan, don't come shakin my hand
Like we peeps, it ain't beef but be sure to understand
Between us, it ain't all..

Chorus

[pos] you see them kids be schemin on what we done copped
[cha] always out there schemin!
[pos] they steady fiendin for the moment they can get us off the block
[cha] why they always fiendin?

[pos]
Your people might have your back, but you need to watch your front
Indeed, ain't nothin guaranteed

[chaka khan]
That's the truth! things ain't goin like you think they should

[pos]
A lot say they wanna walk in my size 10's
Aight then; here's a pair
Lace 'em up tight then you might feel what was dealt to me
You see ain't no young boys up in here; keep a clear head
Tryin to keep my pockets on stuffed - like deer heads
Upon the wall, so all the gall we get from y'all don't faze
So mind your biz and walk away
Cause i'm never gonna let you up inside my maze

[chaka khan]
I don't care about what you think you see
The thangs you want to know when you look at me
God knows i done been there and paid my dues
I can't change how you feel, cause it's all, on you-whoahhha-ohhhhh

Chorus

[chaka khan ad libs to end]

Who you foolin.. only foolin (2x)

[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

Who you foolin.. only foolin

Yo, this girl called me..
"hi pos! heard your shit, back in style baby!"
.. heard the de la, said i'm back in style y'know?
Heh..

[scratching]
"you-you-you.. you need to stop"
"i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy
"jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> p. smith
"there's always one.. (one!)"
"amateurs get hung with they own gold chains" -> rebel ins
"there it is!!"
"i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy

[pos/plug won]
The average mc sells terror
We nail terror up against the wall for target practice
Not one of your top five mc's
But i see clearly with ease you lack this
Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
Playin host to your regiment
Who rally to boast, but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
I came specifically, to fracture yo' ability
To grandstand anywhere next to me
This is the year, when the true better man
Keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word!)
Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
By the ones who hated me on spittin tighter
Salute these "supa emcees" for bein clever;
And never use the weed as a ghost writer

[scratching]
"i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy
"jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> p. smith
"run a rapper through a maze like a experiment" -> malik b
"yeah, word up!"
"i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy

[pos/plug won]
Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin scared
So in one stare they gettin strapped
Cash rules nuttin from below the belt
The dick choose to melt asses where them dollars at?
(where them dollars at?) musta been bitten by a rabbit
Actin silly like that; your pop culture need a diaper change
I'm snatchin the mic, like i'm lootin
With a whole lot of shootin while you're keepin out of sniper range
Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
You dead center in your tracks with your hands high
Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like hendrix
All the hard rocks at liquor spots
All over the scene, makin it messy
So we make a clean getaway to a better day
Can't say the same, for them cats who left the game
Cause they couldn't claim the better pay
This ain't no masquerade
So the mass parade of people need to stop frontin
There's truly a few makin them hits
While us, we got our mitts closed cause you on the field buntin
Make it to third bass, but never reach home
The word is, your whereabouts is unknown
While we're that point of view, that you never really knew
With the stitch to keep the cut sewn (de la!)

[scratching]
"i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy
"jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> p. smith
..

Rock a bye baby!! on the tree top!!
When the wind blows!! the cradle will rock!!
Rock!! ro..

[busy bee]
That's right, i'm dancin y'all
I'm gon' keep on dancin into the new millenium
Ya understand what i'm sayin?
Hey de la soul, beastie boys
I love the way y'all doin this baby
Y'all just gotta keep kickin it
Because the kids don't know, the other people don't know
But they all gon' know now because me
The chief rocker busy bee gon' just keep kickin flava babyyy!
Ah like this

Just dance, and don't quit
Cause the music is gonna be the shit
I just dance, and don't quit
Cause the music is gonna be the shit
And now once upon a time in the place to be
They was standin in line to see the busy bee
When i pulled up to the curb in my ninety-eight
I rushed inside so i won't be late
You know the party was packed, where you couldn't even move
And busy bee rocked, to the funky funky grooves
To the beat that makes you want to freak
Ah to the beat that gets rump out your seat
Ah to the beat that makes you say
Busy bee, busy bee is in the house, ha hah!!

I like the way this is goin down man
Ahh this is just too much
We just gotta keep doin this
Because this is how we do it
No static, no automatics
This is just how we just gon' keep kickin this flavor baby..