De La Soul — Supa Emcees Live at Tramps NYC 1996

[Intro: De La Soul] What's up, beautiful people? What's up, beautiful people? Harry Allen is in this muh'fucka Check it out, we gon' do this joint, right, called "Supa Emcees" And we want y'all to help us out So when the chorus drop down, we want y'all to say "Emcees" With the help of my man Maceo, alright? So we gon' do a little something like this, everybody Here we go [Chorus: De La Soul & (Slick Rick Sample)] (MC) Hey, whatever happened to the (MC) Times done changed for the (MC) Every woman and man wanna (MC) But for what? I tell you (MC) - fuck that, come on Whatever happеned to the (MC) Times donе changed for the (MC) Every woman and man wanna (MC) But for what? (MC wizard) [Verse 1: Dove & (De La Soul)] Man, I'm on the set like the flicks so let your cameras flash I splash bigger than whales, and make the monsters mash (Listen y'all) Spit Pinocchio's Theory when shit be looking weary I need rest, but I boogie for now I'm on some mess like the best mics respond to me Living days, like dreams of specializing in the art that pays I be a mystic for life, so check my ID number Emcees be kneading/needing dough while I make bread like Wonder (Yes) Is what you heard, so save your acting for the screen See you can can your madness with the beans (Come on) I bust emcees like lies surprise 'em out the box Put away your soda pops I'd rather rub on the rocks (What) A dime-getter tried to get what I got, for what? I guess other folks' cash makes the lovin' come fast But I'm past all of that, it's time to break with the breeze Get to your knees, here comes the Supa Emcees, y'all [Chorus: De La Soul & (Slick Rick Sample)] Hey, whatever happened to the (MC) Times done changed for the (MC) Every woman and man wanna (MC) But for what? I tell you emceein' ain't for you Whatever happened to the (MC) Times done changed for the (MC) Every woman and man wanna (MC) But for what? I'll tell you emceein' ain't for you [Post-Chorus: De La Soul] Yo, let me hear you say "We came to party," come on Well, let me hear you say "Wind me up," everybody Well, let me hear you say "We came to party," come on, man Well, let me hear you say "Wind me up," everybody [Verse 2: Pos] Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches Yo, I'm dark like Wesley, but I be sparkin' more bitches If you're in my constellation, put your lives in jeop' While you niggas represent, I present my rep 'Cause when it comes to making dents, I'm that main imprint Even smoke from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint Could not prevent, you from seeing I'm the light But brings attention to my words like some ass in tights I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage So my man Mase pulls that instrumental from that shit you made And if he starts cutting what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones As if my name was Pete Rock or Sean "Puffy" Combs Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam With my fleet, here to make this rap game complete While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal [Chorus: De La Soul, (Slick Rick Sample), Crowd] Whatever happened to the (MC) Times done changed for the (MC) Every woman and man wanna (MC) But for what? I'll tell you emceein' ain't for you Hey, whatever happened to the MC Times done changed for the MC Every woman and man wanna MC But for what? I'll tell you emceein' ain't for you