Dilated Peoples, Defari - Olde English lyrics
[Dilated Peoples, Defari - Olde English lyrics]
Yeah i'm a LA brawler
Gracie Academy hallway loiterer
More shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer
I toured the whole world but
Never been to Florida
They holdin my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop
I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes
It's sad hard to tell the difference like
They fake Louis bags
I don't fuck with that industry flow
What I do fuck with, is that industry dough
BMI, EMI, gimme all that
A side deal with who? Why not
Where I sign at?
I used to do unto others, this the difference
This year fuck with things
In my best interest this ain't the new
It's the old from way back
"Click it or Ticket
" man they forcin us to stay strapped
Act like you know, right now if not ASAP
This way was different shit
I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars I demonstrate
Still blastin away
Spit and put the cash away, passion to play
Mashin my way through this Babylon
Out the gate I get up
I'm the one to gamble on
Luxury lyrics I give free of charge
Yeah right - my daughters don't starve
Holdin me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars I demonstrate
Beat this down the block and
You'll be like G's
Movin on up like George and Louise
On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese
My folks, came up, in these LA streets
I knock, and I bump, like 8: 15's
They lock, brothers up, for eight fifteens
Defari is a method of truth
If you wanna know proper
Etiquette in the booth
(uh huh) Hey 'Ru is the bomb
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee
Muhammad Ali
Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Salvador Dali
Now we rap Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou
Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the streets
Now the beat swing numchuk style
I'm like Jim Kelly tellin
Sucker MC's duck down
Heavy artillery with the heavenly spittery
And third strike energy
Rockin cleverly pitchin heat
Fernando Valenzuela, original slangster
Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger
Call my travel agent, have her arrange
South America
South Africa and Southeast Asia
Then back to Mid-City we stack and get busy
In fact
Drev's barbecuse and Hustle got 'gnac
The way I manhandle bully muscle the track
Thank God I never focused on hustlin CRACK!
It's Rakaa with that educated animal rap
I still fight back and question
When they handin me scraps
In the fresh denim jacket
With the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob
One" piece on the back, yeah
Gracie Academy hallway loiterer
More shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer
I toured the whole world but
Never been to Florida
They holdin my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop
I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes
It's sad hard to tell the difference like
They fake Louis bags
I don't fuck with that industry flow
What I do fuck with, is that industry dough
BMI, EMI, gimme all that
A side deal with who? Why not
Where I sign at?
I used to do unto others, this the difference
This year fuck with things
In my best interest this ain't the new
It's the old from way back
"Click it or Ticket
" man they forcin us to stay strapped
Act like you know, right now if not ASAP
This way was different shit
I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars I demonstrate
Still blastin away
Spit and put the cash away, passion to play
Mashin my way through this Babylon
Out the gate I get up
I'm the one to gamble on
Luxury lyrics I give free of charge
Yeah right - my daughters don't starve
Holdin me down, pride and truth
The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars I demonstrate
Beat this down the block and
You'll be like G's
Movin on up like George and Louise
On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese
My folks, came up, in these LA streets
I knock, and I bump, like 8: 15's
They lock, brothers up, for eight fifteens
Defari is a method of truth
If you wanna know proper
Etiquette in the booth
(uh huh) Hey 'Ru is the bomb
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee
Muhammad Ali
Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Salvador Dali
Now we rap Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou
Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the streets
Now the beat swing numchuk style
I'm like Jim Kelly tellin
Sucker MC's duck down
Heavy artillery with the heavenly spittery
And third strike energy
Rockin cleverly pitchin heat
Fernando Valenzuela, original slangster
Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger
Call my travel agent, have her arrange
South America
South Africa and Southeast Asia
Then back to Mid-City we stack and get busy
In fact
Drev's barbecuse and Hustle got 'gnac
The way I manhandle bully muscle the track
Thank God I never focused on hustlin CRACK!
It's Rakaa with that educated animal rap
I still fight back and question
When they handin me scraps
In the fresh denim jacket
With the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob
One" piece on the back, yeah