the bizness
And and bass up the track a little bit
'Cause I'm — I wanna hear that woom sss-ch woom, knowhatI'msayin?
Yeah yeah, you know the bizness, Common Sense
Soul with the De La
Forget all them playas
We the rhyme-sayers
Huh, and that's the bizness, hah
Gon' do it like this
Gettin' it hot, like the Chicago streets
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale la/lie
Play the greater man's game to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)
Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
And never, flaunt the coin 'cause dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Luther Van', they say my style is So Amazing (ha)
I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the last laughter
'Cause even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after—
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champagne sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? You're so full you can't even move
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet Earth making money having fun
Uh, and I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink...
Do you wanna be a MC, or do you wanna serve?
Do you wanna be dope, or do you wanna deal it?
Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester
I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor
In fact, I get more hoes than Tessa
Peep game like a refe-ree, in sole control of my desti-ny
In the best of, three out of five, whip anybody ass at NBA Live
Rappers, take a dive like Greg Louganis with his gay-ass
Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the Clique with gators
Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner
I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!)
At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection
But then I got it back with the Resurrection
Blessings upon rhymes, old man who called him traitor
Big Com-stradamus, niggas styles I predict
I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet Earth making money having fun
Walk around the planet Earth making money having fun
Walk around the planet Earth making money having fun
I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'
Droppin more knowledge than litter on the New York pave'
It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be
Certified as superior MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door
'Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming
And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like black death rates
Over musical plates, being played as the rule
Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools
Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching
I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth
You reside, you're not even a MAN
So I don't deem it MANdatory taking your pride
But I will, 'cause my man said Soulful Delight
You tried "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Which leads to currency and temporary world status
And when one shows he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero
If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from
Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet Earth making money having fun
Yeah, and I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
See, can't another brother cook these delicacies
See, can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet Earth making money having fun
Walk around the planet Earth making money having fun
Walk around the planet Earth making money having fun
Ahh, that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
Like triple it, alright
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
The type of freestyler flow
Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no more, hah
Intro: Dove & Pos
And to the mighty Mos Def, you know he nonstop
To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop
Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop
And to that crew Camp Lo, you know they nonstop
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop
And to my cousin Fudge Love, you know he nonstop
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop
And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop
And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop
And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop
That kid called Paul, Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop
And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop
And ayo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
And to, Medina Green, yo you're nonstop
And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop
And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop
And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop
And don't forget Timbo King, yo he nonstop
Let me tell you a little something about the Self (Tell 'em self)
I be a piece of the East Coast, so give a toast to
Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in ginger
So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it 'til December
I'm a member of them kids from the inner city
Giving you kiddies audible treats, you be aching for
Making more money than a pagan holiday
Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say