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