De La Soul, MF DOOM - Rock Co.Kane Flow (clean) lyrics

Up in them five-star tellies
And two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without sayin a producer's name
All over the track
Yeah I said it! What you need
To do is get back
To reading credit's, we them medics
Alphabetically stuck on that english
And knock it out before we pour
That sure shot more rock cokane flow

From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long
As you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin
Bust that ass and get up dust off the mask
Whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than
A bump of raw medicine
To write all night long
The hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes
To who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose
Ski with a fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose
Leaf words for dollar
Ya heard? Holla - broad or dude
We leave food eat your team for sure
The streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges
Pardon me for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or
Put your kicks up it's a stick up

Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let
You know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like
That much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, unit's
Squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around
And leave your mouth

Doom brung that bum
There goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam an' 'em
He eat rappers like part
Of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight
Of they cheap necklace string 'em up
Bring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk
Jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro
You slow, you blow the soup on your fools
His Impulse like Yugo

You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death
Or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice
Guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong
My life over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein hot
It's about if you can handle
Bein cold or not!
And we was told to hop for no one
S'what I dig bout Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game
But the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
And don't do it for the plays
Or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three LI brothers from a
Other way of thinkin hey your lady's winkin
I think you need to control that aura
Or I can hold her

The elements are airborne
I smell the success
(Yo let's cookie cut the shit
And get the gingerbread, man)
Sacrifice mics and push drugs
To these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
I think I'll pop these verse
Like first dates to birthdates
September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old, should I? Too bad, too late