The Bizness

作词 : D. Jolicoeur/V. Mason/L. Lynn/K. Mercer

作曲 : Lonnie Rashid Lynn/David Jolicoeur/Vincent Mason/Kelvin Mercer

Intro：common (craig mack sample from "get down")

And and bass up the track a little bit

Cuz i i'm here i wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhati'msayin?

Yeah yeah you know the bizness

Common sense, soul with the de la

Get all them play-ahs

We the rhyme sayers

Huh, and that's the bizness, hah

Gonna do it like this

Gettin it that

Like the chicago streets

Verse one: dove

I speak divine of god theories, no need to be high

Always exhale the facts cause i don't inhale lye/lie

Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses

So i can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)

Of course it's much greater than your benx or your lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex

Much too complex, efx/effects be live like das

Making moves down south, to avoid the chaos

And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin

They call me luther van, they say my style is so amazin

I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter

Cuz even when i'm gone i'm reappearin in the after

I haveta, send respects to real money makers

Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers

Taste the quarter pound with spice from chi-town

Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move

Chorus:

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 making money having fun

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...

Verse two: common

Do you wanna be a mc?　 or do you wanna serve

Do you wanna be shit? or do you wanna deal it

Fabricated acryllic, 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

Refa- ree in soul 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 lougainis with his bitch- ass

Rather be in bebe's alley, than at the click with gators

Not a hater of the players, i'm more like a coach, or an owner

I used to love h.e.r., but now i bone her (ahuh-hah!)

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

Chorus:

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 making money having fun

Walk around the planet earth making money having fun

Walk around the planet earth making money having fun

Verse three: pos

I'm the most from the coast of the east, then flee

Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the new york peeve

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 rhyming, sometiming

And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see

The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling

My rhymes escalates like black death rates

Over music plates, being played as the rule

Kids thinking stepping to the soul, you're labelled fools

Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching

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 seem it mandatory taking your pride

But i will, cause my man said soul for the life

You cried "keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right

That's understanding microphone mathematics

Which leaves the currency in temporary world status

And when one shows he posed 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

Chorus:

Now i'm the p- l-u, the-g-to-the-one

Walk around the planet earth making money having 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

Outro: common

Ahh that's how, that's how i'm supposed to do my thing huh

Like triple it, alright

That's how we do it, all the way from strong island to chicago

The type of freestyler flow

Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more

Hah

Intro: *this comes before "wonce again long island " on the lp*

To my man mos def yo 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, yo they nonstop

And to that bitch pop life, yo he's nonstop

And to my cousin fudd 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 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 yo, litro, yo, he's nonstop

And to, my dean the 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 the jungle beez yo they nonstop

Extra verse: *sampled from "down syndrome "*

Let me tell you a little something about soul (tell em son)

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 jigga

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

Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making

More money than a pagan holiday

Not from the pj's, yet i still got something to say