Common, De La Soul - The Bizness lyrics

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

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, the houses
The horses 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
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

'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

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 HER, but now I bone her
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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me tell you a little
Somethin' about the 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