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