Much More (feat. Yummy Bingham)

De La Soul

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    [DJ Premier]
    No doubt, y'all care anymore, about this hip-hop man?
    I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go
    for 15 seconds of fame? Microwave popcorn-ass niggaz
    Yeah, we give you much more, longevity baby
    Aiyyo Dave

    [Dave]
    Yo! It's been instilled in me since infinite y'all
    Usin these minutes like I value the call
    Put your money in the bank, and hold rank
    over friends who ain't got leadership skills
    I got the sheep in my eyes so I can't sleep
    We like the, land and laid, the brand old way
    Grand operate the scandal way, L.I. sheist
    I play the X-Box instead of fuckin with dice
    I hate losin to those who walk away with my dough
    cause I dozed, Tracy broke me
    And now she wanna see the resident provokin me
    to pop wheelies on my bicycle, watch her eyes twinkle
    One house, two houses, third house
    House rules so house take bank, watch Dave bank
    Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta extravaganza
    Gamma ray rap I make the Hulk snap
    Jump back like James Brown, hey now
    When the liquor over we smokin the hay now
    Delegatin numero dos, I holla out the sound of los
    And keep the Island close to me

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    [Refrão: Yummy]
    Much more is what we got in store
    Just believe me
    "And what we have is much more than they can see"
    Much more than they can see
    is how it'll always be, believe me (gotta believe)
    "And what we have is much more than they can see"

    [Posdonus]
    I got verb skills, babies and bills, brothers who smoke krills
    and still tryin to get himself together from it
    Knowin he can't quite run it like me
    I'm on the cutting edge of what's alleged to be, hot
    And when you rock, it's just impersonations of me
    The rightest MC, MP with the V in the middle
    I belittle your plan, courtesy, of NY dirty C my man
    My base of fans are made up of many; with kids allergic
    to belts lettin they mind melt from drinkin the Henny
    And them straight and narrow types who be waitin to hear
    them drums say the revolution is near - are you listening?
    Are your eardrums open for christening?
    We God Body MC's with these tools
    While some others play God, they just God damn fools with it
    I don't cuff mics, I rough mics up rough and rugged
    Get the girls to love it
    Still and all five-oh came to my mic check
    Tellin me I left lacerations around my mic's neck
    Domestically disputed and you just might get
    the undisputed underdog servin y'all threat

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    Composición: Shuggie Otis, Skip Scarborough, De La Soul y Jay Dee

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