Let The Horns Blow

Chi-ali

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    [Dres]
    Yo! One for your mother, two for your pops
    Three's for the niggas that's trying to kill the cops
    So whether the Black Sheep are here, with the corner for the car
    D-R-E-S so yes I guess it back and watch the Dres get raw
    In transition, a pubic hair I can't stand
    I tell your momma "I love you" if you thought my style was missing
    My Snoopy, Droopy, Casper, a punky
    You're rolling with Dres, the Black Sheep, that says my brother's freaking
    funky
    I know you want to test me, but but but please don't try to sub me
    Cause when but forever you get to snuff me
    Beretta to your head and yo you'd better be on your jet ski
    I could never be The Ruler but like Rick I say I'm slick
    You're just a backwards kid, excuse my med to say you're thick
    So now you got beef and broccoli or is it cockolli?
    But we got time, we keep 18, or your two nines
    So let the horns blow cause you know that you're just a barking dog
    Bluff all along, prince now a frog
    Don't play post, because we both know your colors

    [Dove]
    I be the drama so watch the Wonderama
    Catch a dips hips sweeter when I call her "mamacita"
    Not a lover, a fighter, no need to loving these see
    Didn't like the Brady Bunch, for many years I had a hunch
    Living like the Givens, big thanks for big banks
    I'm sticking like a dish swordfish when I shanks
    Maximum is maximized, minimum is none
    You want to shoot the breeze, please, pass the peas my pig is done
    Not the vigilant, or walk with a slant
    Want to hit the "Yes I Can Can" and never say I can't
    I wear the Neil Diamonds and fucks what Simon says
    Had to freaks the fat so I cuts some from my dread
    But back, again they come, just a little sooner to
    Become one nation under the groove
    Oh I feel the Clinton, soothing me like Lipton
    Tea, and it's definitely under the groove
    I'm feeling kind of hot but like my man Rowdy Piper
    Raining with the raps so hit the window wiper
    Tired of y'all brothers going from a cipher
    Don't baby sip the bottle or I hit you with the diaper
    Never toke or smoke, I don't even own a lighter
    If it's any pipe I'm lighting, it's the pipe that goes inside of her
    Check the ??? boy as I ride or break time from the rhyme
    Cause I'm back and out of sight of

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    [Fashion]
    Snort up a kilo, better sex than Rio
    Fashion, Ju, and Les, I make a third of the trio
    Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum
    I smell props, hit 'em hard, and then I cum
    Love to eat a skin, but first I inspect it
    Not a crim-im-im-inal, got a record, go and check it
    Or you can get ate up, pass me a plate of
    A little seafood, I find a phone and ring a date up
    So never start a track without Beatnuts on the list
    Brothers buck shots from point blank and still miss
    Middly miss, middly miss, why would I ever diss?
    Fiddle or fight or peace and for for it fists
    Ayo Huggy Bear, do your manager, do your damage
    I'll let you tell the story but first get you a bandage
    Cause you can go for MILES and MILES and MILES and
    Talk more tracks than the dog doo doo piles and
    Kennel, I say when'll, or when he stop
    Let me see your girl and better believe those drawers will drop
    It's getting freaky, a Beatnut thing that is
    Let the horns blow because that's what time it is

    [Phife]
    Yo! Doggy doggy jivin', guess who's next?
    The 5 foot assassin with the microphone check
    I'm all that and more cause there never was comp
    Play Mr. Bad and you shall get stomped
    I had a head full of hair, but I kept all my rhymes
    A brother from Queens and yo I always gets mines
    No shorts are being taken, no not this year
    The Phife Dawg is here so you'd better beware
    Concieted? I guess it's something like that
    Cause God don't make no jokes so I know I ain't wack
    So relax and chill, sit your booty still
    Or just take loss like the Buffalo Bills
    But when I'm called the Phifer, how many times have you heard that?
    Suckers walk around talking bout they can burn that
    Soft MC, he can't be talking to me
    Cause I'm far from a wuss and I never was a puss
    I grab the mic, MC's start to get petrol
    Cause there's no MC like Phife, like those who fight progresso
    Open your back, not give you no slack, see what I'm saying son?
    There more to this here than being short, dark, and handsome
    Messing with my lady, you know that's a no-no
    Why? Because you can't mess with my Yo-Yo
    You know that I'm the one, you know that I'm the boss
    I'm in there (Like the Dove?) No, like Franco ?Source?

    [Chi-Ali]
    Well it's me Chi-Ali and I'm the last to spark, yo
    Everywhere I go I get stalked by NARC
    And TNT just can't understand
    You see a brother with gear, a beeper, and in his pocket a grand
    But enough of that, let me break it down
    We are all black brothers on a quest, yes we do have soul
    Some of us are hoein', some are on the positive road
    Me, I'm hoein', on the mic I'm flowing
    With the tongue and we are positively growing
    Now when I'm in a battle, I just be having fun
    But competition be so scared that they be whitling come
    Now ou heard me flow to a nice tempo so, let the horns blow

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