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