De La Soul - Declaration lyrics

Yo, this girl called me
"Hi Pos! Heard your shit
Back in style baby!" heard the De La
Said I'm back in style y'know? Heh

"You you you you need to stop"
"I declare that only live
Niggas rap this year"
"Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot"
"There's always ONE (ONE) "
"Amateurs get hung with they
Own gold chains" "There it is!"
"I declare that only live
Niggas rap this year"

The average MC sells terror
We nail terror up against the
Wall for target practice
Not one of your top five MC's
But I see clearly with ease you lack this
Coast to coast
We pop up on your scene like toast
Playin host to your regiment
Who rally to boast, but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight
Of my ledger print
I came specifically, to fracture yo' ability
To grandstand anywhere next to me
This is the year, when the true better man
Keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny
(word)
Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
By the ones who hated me on spittin' tighter
Salute these "Supa Emcees"
For bein' clever
And never use the weed as a ghostwriter

"I declare that only live
Niggas rap this year"
"Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot"
"Run a rapper through a
Maze like a experiment" "Yeah, word up!"
"I declare that only live
Niggas rap this year"

Contrary to popular truth
These youth are runnin' scared
So in one stare they gettin' strapped
Cash rules nothin' from below the belt
The dick choose to melt asses
Where them dollars at?
(Where them dollars at?) Musta been
Bitten by a rabbit
Actin silly like that your pop
Culture need a diaper change
I'm snatchin' the mic, like I'm lootin'
With a whole lot of shootin' while
You're keepin' out of sniper range
Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
You dead center in your tracks
With your hands high ain't no tricks
We set it to fire like Hendrix
All the hard rocks at liquor spots
All over the scene, makin' it messy
So we make a clean getaway to a better day
Can't say the same
For them cats who left the game
'Cause they couldn't claim the better pay
This ain't no masquerade
So the mass parade of people
Need to stop frontin'
There's truly a few makin' them hit's
While us, we got our mitts closed cause
You on the field buntin'
Make it to third base, but never reach home
The word is, your whereabouts is unknown
While we're that point of view
That you never really knew
With the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La)

"I declare that only live
Niggas rap this year"
"Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot"

Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
Rock, rock