De La Soul, MF DOOM - Rock Kokainco. Flo lyrics
De La Soul [Posdnous, Trugoy the Dove, Maseo] Amityville, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
Daniel Thompson Dumile, a.k.a. Zev Love X, a.k.a. Doom, a.k.a.Supervillain
[De La Soul, MF DOOM - Rock Kokainco. Flo lyrics]
Up in them five-star tellies
Saying two mic rhymes
Be them average MCs of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without saying the 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 A grade shit
Now quit now before we pour
That sure-shot pure rock cocaine flow
From the top of the key for three villain
Been on in the game as long
As he can wheelie a Schwinn
Turn the corner spinning
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 LILCO
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay youths when it comes
To who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose
V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose
Leaf words per dollar
Ya heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure
The streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges
Pardon him 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 twenty
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 and 'em
He eat rappers like part
Of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes ain't worth the weight
Of they cheap necklace string 'em up
Ring '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 you fools
His own Boss like Hugo
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 being hot
It's about if you can handle
Being cold or not and we was told to hop on
No one's dick by 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 praise
Or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three LI brothers from the
Other way of thinking
Hey your lady's winking
I think you need to control that
Or I'll have to hold that
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
Sipping broads like 7UP (Ah) so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birthdate's September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late
Saying two mic rhymes
Be them average MCs of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without saying the 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 A grade shit
Now quit now before we pour
That sure-shot pure rock cocaine flow
From the top of the key for three villain
Been on in the game as long
As he can wheelie a Schwinn
Turn the corner spinning
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 LILCO
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay youths when it comes
To who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose
V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose
Leaf words per dollar
Ya heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure
The streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges
Pardon him 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 twenty
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 and 'em
He eat rappers like part
Of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes ain't worth the weight
Of they cheap necklace string 'em up
Ring '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 you fools
His own Boss like Hugo
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 being hot
It's about if you can handle
Being cold or not and we was told to hop on
No one's dick by 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 praise
Or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three LI brothers from the
Other way of thinking
Hey your lady's winking
I think you need to control that
Or I'll have to hold that
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
Sipping broads like 7UP (Ah) so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birthdate's September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late