Tác giả : De La Soul
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
We are here to tell the world just who we are 
Shocking female (mc's), shocking female (mc's) (repeat 2x) 
 
Verse 1: phife 
 
No need for, introductions, cause i know you know my name and 
Knocking mc's out the frame and, putting them suckers to shame and 
I live for hip-hop, so i have no time for fun and games and 
So just come and peep the unique styles we are displaying 
The beat's just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate 
Feels good, as if a girl just touched her (tits) 
Sucker mc's, i'm killing 'em, i'm so sick of seeing 'em 
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by gilligan 
Plus the hat, they (shit) is wack 
When you see me coming take ten steps back 
I make usage of the pronouns, adjectives, verbs 
My granny says "you always had a way with words" 
And that's because my word is bond, lyrics are laws 
Sucker mc's look at me like i'm friggin' eye sore 
 
Verse 2: posdnuos 
 
Heere comes a brother hipping others on the style they lack 
I've always rhymed abstract, i even know the brother named abstract 
I am the earner of the soul in mine 
Forget the physical cause the physical will die with time 
I'm shaped to vibrate in definite proportions 
Of the kids who need the fix (just listen to the mix) 
I just imagine constant non-stop for the rubbishing 
Like (niggas) use the clinton loops as if they owned the publishing 
Ducks be bleeding from illegal feeding on my verb 
I bring the mardi gras to your face 
I outwit vipers in my rhyme cipher 
I can easily lick them cause they're victims of the subconscious race 
Tossing periods in front of false reps? 
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept 
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate 
Or you might get sparked by the crew who got the weight 
So recessitating rap like the hicks do with presley 
It's the kid who peed the jeans in orleans off of nesley 
Just be mc number nine, if you let me rhyme nine times infinitely i will 
Climb 
I let my walkman from sony play cassettes from raboni 
Which guarantees to put me on the narrow road 
Ayo, that's it from me, plug 3, and ali explode! 
 
Verse 3: q-tip 
 
When i rhyme, the effect just ripples 
You sound sick, i hope your cells get sickles 
You formulate into real stiff (shit) 
Then i bet that it cut the chit chit 
Cause the ab will, be sharper than a ginsu 
Cutter or your bum (ass) head for the gutter 
This is not a game and we ain't looking for the fame 
That ain't the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame 
My inter-reaction with paper is amazing 
So needless to say mad trails are left blazing 
A whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play 
But i'm here to say real rhymes to pay 
I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary 
And through the domepiece, the rhymes will carry 
Then transported to my throat then the quotes hit the air 
As i stand dipped with the wares 
Rhymes get slot times, move back from the jack 
It's the verbal constructor, some mc's is wack 
I make a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all 
Make (niggas) jump up, drink don, and have a ball 
I ainimate the unlively with the verbal combat 
The abstract, never the wack 
Motivator of the many like moses 
Moving through, bringing games into the dummies that pose us 
That means you the sub relator of the sub culture 
Like a vulture i swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all around 
Mental burdens i bring to mc's who sing 
They sad songs, money, the dough's not long 
Mine on the other hand is lent me tight 
The abstract gets real, real, real 
 
Verse 4: dove 
 
Real down to earth i hit the long island rail 
You never see me tango with the horn and the tail 
I got the kid for your mind i design it like sender 
Smoking made hope from my neighbors, and the 
50/50 luck takes the "s" off my chest 
Cause the "s" on my chest makes a mess 
Settling for superman, stupid man, put on your glasses 
Now your (ass) be slow guessing like molasass 
Continue the menu, next on the platter 
Hey where that (bitch) at? (he's right here boy!) 
I gotta see what i got and who i'm getting it with 
This ain't no nickle dime game that i'm peddling with 
Mikie rose said "stop riding, it be dividing 
Taking me out how i be vibing" 
Packing hard like pistol but my pops got the crystal 
Told me if i ever need it just *whistle* 
Respects to griff dog for the razor 
Much respects to joe but for the favor 
It's about a million brothers trying to make it in this world 
I'm glad i got a baby girl