Rock Co.Kane Flow (feat. MF DOOM)

De La Soul

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    Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes
    Be them average MC's of the times
    Unlike them, we craft gems
    So systematically inclined tô pen lines
    Without sayin a producer's name, all over the track
    Yeah I said it! What you need tô do is get back
    Tô reading credits, we them medics
    Alphabetically stuck on that English
    And knock it out before we pour
    That sure shot more rock co.kane flow

    From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
    Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
    Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up
    Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
    He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
    He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
    Tô write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
    Flow from Hellborn tô Free Power like Wilco
    And still owe bills, pay dues forever
    Slay huge when it comes tô who's more cleverer
    Use tô wore a leather goose ski with a fur collar
    Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar
    Ya heard? Holla, broad or dude, we leave food
    Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude
    For fam like the Partridges, pardon me for the mix-up
    Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
    It's a stick up

    Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
    Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
    The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
    Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
    Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
    Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
    Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
    Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth

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    Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again
    Act like you knew like Toucan Sam an' 'em
    He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
    Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
    String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
    And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
    Foul, we all know the rules bro
    You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his Impulse like Yugo

    You go lights, câmera, action with no makeup
    We De La tô the death, or at least until we break up
    Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
    So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
    They say the good die young, so I added some
    Bad-ass tô my flavor tô prolong my life over the drum
    Everyone cools off from bein hot
    It's about if you can handle bein cold or not!
    And we was told tô hop for no one, s'what I dig bout Prince Paul
    We stayed original ever since y'all
    First tô do a lot of things in the game, but the last tô say it
    No need tô place it on a scale tô weigh it
    And don't do it for the plays or tô raise the bar
    Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
    The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin
    Hey your lady's winkin, I think you need tô control that aura
    Or I can hold her

    The elements are airborne, I smell the success
    (Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
    Sacrifice mics and push drugs tô these rappers
    Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
    Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
    I think I'll pop these verse like first dates tô birthdates
    September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
    Too old, should I? Too bad, too late

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Roland Romanelli, De La Soul, Jake One, MF Doom y Didier Marouani

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