Tekst :
I’m as big as they come when I’m over the phone.
I’m as clean as they come when I’m fixing my zone, on my own.
Clock my clone, lock my home, cool it.
I don’t pretend to be gentle because I fool it.
I tackle the Jekyll on his mission to crack
and I be squeezing his throat and I’m beating him back.
We gotta go for attack before he gets far,
blow up the death star and kill the copycat.
Now to the next episode when we are back on the road
and we are racing time and we are cracking the code.
It ain’t the new player’s mode that makes it worth while.
The style we walk the extra mile.
2500 years reclaiming what they had, don’t blame the copycat.
70 years reminiscing what they said, don’t blame the copycat
2500 years reclaiming what they had, don’t blame the copycat.
70 years reminiscing what they said,don’t blame the copycat
I broke the fall and covered you all, so what’s that.
I make the call for bouncing the ball, you got that.
Mr. Jekyll or Hyde well I gotta decide which one.
I’ll get you screaming like a bitch in case you want some.
I’m seconds behind, behind my own pair of mind
you see I gotta catch up if I wanna be found in me.
Holding my brain that looks like going insane
I feel like Dorian Grey and I’m out of the frame.
Make a false move bitch I make you fall like Niagara Falls,
big and hairy balls, hear my calls, break the dolls.
Mr. Hyde breaking out from my fucked up mentality
read the news tomorrow another lyrical fatality.
Lurking in the shadows I wait for my pray to come.
Striking from the darkness I invite you all to get some.
Tall dark and handsome I hold your kids for ransom.
Psycho motherfucker I’ll be famous like the Hansons.
London after dark feel me breathing down your neck,
sending chills down your spine hear my microphone check
one time two time three times.
Here it comes.
Your life is nothing now dust you off like bread crumbs.
Tekst :
Could you let down your hair
be transparent for awhile
just a little while
to see if you re human after all
honesty is a hard attribute to find
when we all want to seem like we ve got it all figured out
well let me be the first to say that I don t have a clue
I don t have all the answers ain t gonna pretend like I do
just trying to find my way
trying to find my way
the best that I know how
well I haven t memorized all of the cute things to say
but I m working on it maybe I ll master this art form someday
if I quote all the lines off the top of my head
will you believe that I ll fully understand all these things I ve read
I m just trying to find my way
trying to find my way
trying to find my way
the best that I know how
well, I haven t got it all figured out quite yet but
even if it takes my whole life to get to where I need to be
and if I should fall to the bottom of the end
I ll be one step back to you and
trying to find my way
trying to find my way
I m trying to find my way
trying to find my way
Tekst :
(In The Eyes Of The Hoodlum)
POS: This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.
DOVE: Yeah, you know them brothers that we used to
look up to, that fell the fuck off.
MASE: And now they doing all that R n B sh..(crocker!)
DOVE: You mean Rhthym and Blues?
DE LA SOUL: No! Rappin Bullsh...
DOVE:
Connection A, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain t thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an Afro
In 83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow
I play the corner tough
And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt
MASE:
Givin high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don t front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(Nah, man, a super ho)
That s cool cause I m still an Afro bro
Yeah, I m live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
Cause I ve been an Afro since birth
POS:
Yeah
Now I hold my crotch cause I m top-notch
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
I ve got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the Ave
(You niggas cheat me, well who s that!)
My breath never smells wack
I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac
Before I kiss myself I always jump back
(Yo, gee, this track is stack)
(And you know that)
I do three flips
When a punk flip on my duke lifts
But I flex more strength when I m asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but I bite my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the Native Tongue s thick
Lick em real good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, cause I ain t a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
Cause I m big-willed, blow off like a seal
Cause connection with the Afro is real
DOVE:
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it s tough to bluff a cab
No wonder Melle Mel is Rrrr-RAH!
I play of tape of the son of La-di-da
My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island
I mug a mug vic, but I s cool, I self
With the quickness I bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don t understand
MASE:
The Maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
(He don t care, cause his nigga s selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a nigga starts some shibidibidit
My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I.
And another crib in Queens
I munch some cornbread, Boar s Head
My favorite porck chops and
A plate of collar greens
I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
And the Rastafarians ll be the crown in
And the Poppa
But the connections are still a high-five
(Let s get busy)