The Bizness lyrics

Artist  : De La Soul 
Song : The Bizness



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[Featuring Common]
Intro: Common (Craig Mack
sample from "Get Down")
And and bass up the
track a little bit
Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear
that boom bish boom knowhatI'msayin?
Yeah yeah
you know the bizness
Common Sense soul with
the De La
Get all them play ahs
We the
rhyme sayers
Huh and that's the bizness
hah
Gonna do it like this
Gettin it
that
Like the Chicago streets
Verse One:
Dove
I speak divine of God theories, no need
to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I
don't inhale lye/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
Benx 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 cuz dime-getters be
gazin
They call me Luther Van, they say my
style is so Amazin
I'm fazin those who're
supposed to have the last laughter
Cuz 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 champaign 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
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 making money having fun
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 Two: Common
Do you wanna
be a MC? Or do you wanna serve
Do you wanna be
dope? Or do you wanna deal it
Fabricated
acryllic, 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
refa-ree in soul 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 Lougainis with
his bitch-ass
Rather be in Bebe's alley, than
at the click 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
niggaz 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 making money having fun
Walk around the
planet earth making money having fun
Walk
around the planet earth making money having
fun
Verse Three: Pos
I'm the most from the
coast of the East, then flee
Droppin more
knowledge than litter, on the New York
peeve
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 music
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 seem it mandatory
taking your pride
But I will, cause my man
said Soul for the life
You cried "Keepin it
real", yet you should try keepin it
right
That's understanding microphone
mathematics
Which leaves the currency in
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
Chorus:
Now 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
Outro: Common
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 fluent, and we don't need to flow no
more
Hah
Intro: *this comes before "Wonce
Again Long Island" on the LP*
To my man Mos
Def yo 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, yo they
nonstop
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's
nonstop
And to my cousin Fudd 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 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 yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
And
to, my dean The 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 the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop
Extra
Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"*
Let me
tell you a little something about Soul (tell em
son)
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 jigga
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 kitties 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