Which leaves the currency in temporary world status
But then I got it back with the resurrection, blessings
My rhymes escalates like black death rates
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so amazin'
Like triple it, alright
And when one shows, he posed threat to this one
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop
I make it hard for wack MC's to even step inside the door
More money than a pagan holiday
And to that crew Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop
I don't worry on what crew you run or what section of earth
This one will make that one into none
Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching
Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators
Take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass
See can't another brother cook these delicacies
But I will 'cause my man says, “Soul for the life”
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'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin'?
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
I do a show, get Extra P's like the Large Professor
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop
Ah, that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
Always exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie
To my man Enola, yo, he's nonstop
'Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the after
It's me, wonder why, in the place to be
Yeah, it's fluent and we don't need to flow no more
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
Well I'm the P L U, the G to the One
If you can't stand strong like the island I'm from
And to, my dean The Green, yo, you're nonstop
And don't forget the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
I used to love her but now I bone her
Gettin' it hot
Over musical plates, being played as the rule
In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
Of course, it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex
So I can earn the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til December
I'm a member of them kids from the inner city
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
You reside, you're not even a man
Destiny, in the best of three out of five
Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
I haveta send respects to real money makers
Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say
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Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
I'm the C to the O, double M O N
And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
At one point in rhyme, I thought I lost my erection
Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, styles I predict
Upon rhymes, old man who called him traitor
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
Yeah, yeah, you know the bizness
Huh and that's the bizness, hah
Yeah and I'm the C to the O, double M O N
Refa-ree in soul control of my
Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
So I don't deem it mandatory, taking your pride
And A Tribe Called Quest, man, they nonstop
And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
Gonna do it like this
Certified, as superior, MC
And to my man Prince Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
Well I'm the P L U, the G to the One
And, and bass up the track a little bit
Do not connect us with those champaign sippin' money fakers
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop
Plug Wonder, why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to
And never flaunt the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin'
Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making
Let me tell you a little something about Soul, tell 'em son
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero
Like the Chicago streets
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the last laughter
And I'm the C to the O, double M O N
And can't no other brother cook these delicacies
'Cause I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop
See can't another brother cook these delicacies
Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?
Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach or an owner
Common Sense, soul with the De La
Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Now what that prove, you're so full, you can't even move
While others explore to make it hardcore
We the rhyme sayers
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
I'm the C to the O, double M O N
That kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop
Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'
The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
The type of freestyler flow
I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it right
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, he's nonstop
And my man Extra P, yo, he's nonstop
And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop
Yo that girl MP, yo, she's nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're nonstop
Kids thinking, stepping to the Soul, you're labeled fools
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Get all them playas
To my man Mos Def, yo, he nonstop
Much too complex, EFX be live like Das
'Cause these kids is rhyming, some timing
I sit and think with a drink
And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop