De La Soul, Da Beatminerz - The Hustle lyrics

Everybody do the hustle
Check it out, do the hustle

Ayo, get the hell off dat, non-personnel
Only MCs allowed is those who can rock well
Stop screamin'
This is about the teaming of the minds
Brooklyn to Long Island, and you can find us
Makin hit's followed by music with
Many flicks with girls
With big tit's playin themselves
All across the world
Is the frenzy of the kid
Wanting to MC for life
See many shades of pay without having trades
Thoughts designed to drink more
Wine in the ride
Breathin in air that's conditioned
Many many be wishin they could wonder like I
I be Wonder Why
Embarking on that Soul expedition
The mission
Of many to be licking honey fixins
Blowing money just so you
Can re-up like Nixon's
The nearest eardrum wants to take a chance
Just to say that they can do the dance
Called the hustle

(Do do do do do)
S-O-S, the hustle got you stranded
Out in the shuffle bagged you up in a duffle
Bag (bag) , I take the express zone to keep y'all locals
Blowin out your noses, your mannequin poses
Keep the situation plastic, I mask it
(Identifyin' mine takes too much time)
It's a wager higher stakes
Of what's more deep
Some even do the hustle off-beat
It's the hustle

Yo, I never smoked no weed in my life
Single De La brother, one kid, no wife
And life can be trife
Ask the Mobb from Queens
Heads filled with knuckles chuckle
When robbing you clean
Fallin out like barrettes
Be them vets that didn't know that they
Could be the prayer
Wrecking comps and bootleggers
And all them chumps lookin for
Anything to toss me
Figure me as a police line
Don't even cross me

I catch theories over grooves when
They tell me I move
Like chess pieces, wild one steps
Make heroes on reps
Came to toast MC's like Ted Knight
See I ignite em
When they too close for comfort
And some try to come hurt my ego, man
It's big like illegal drug business
Stay down, my bare witness
And just electric slide
Aside, five boroughs is the
Way I come thorough makin musical tunes
Like my bind-tight squirrel
Beatminerz design, stitched for your behind
Takin you to heights you thought
Was too high to climb
Averdeen couldn't map it where
Hurricane collapsed it for whatever
I'mma strap it where hon' wants to tap it
(44 heads) I make a dead bird sing the hymns
You doubt
I say the shit to make a mute man shout
Big up, to Phife Diggy and La, and Buck Dent
Got to hustle just to pay the rent
So it's the hustle