De La Soul — The Bizness

[Intro: Common & Craig Mack sample] 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 [Verse 1: Dove] 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 (Ha) 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 Makin' 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 have to send respects to real money makers Do not connect us with those champagne-sippin' money fakers Chase the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town Now, what that prove? You're so full, you can't even move [Chorus] '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, makin' money, havin' 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... [Verse 2: Common] 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 [Chorus] 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 no other brother cook these delicacies Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money, havin' fun Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money, havin' fun Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money, havin' fun [Verse 3: Posdnous] 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 rhymin' sometimin' And when we get to racin' on the mic, they line up to see The lyrical killin', with stained egos on the ceilin' My rhymes escalates like black death rates Over musical plates, bein' played as the rule Kids thinkin' steppin' to the Soul, you're labelled fools Who claims to drop jewels, but for now you do the catchin' 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 takin' your pride But I will, 'cause my man said Soulful Delight You cry "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 pose 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 [Chorus] Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money, havin' 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 [Outro: Common] Ahh, that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh Like triple it, aight 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 mo', 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 [Snippet of Pos' verse from "Down Syndrome"] Let me tell you a little somethin' 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 Givin' you kiddies audible treats, you be achin' for Makin' more money than a pagan holiday Not from the PJ's, yet I still got somethin' to say