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Rock Co.Kane Flow (feat. MF DOOM)

de De La Soul

Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined tô pen lines
Without sayin a producer's name, all over the track
Yeah I said it! What you need tô do is get back
Tô reading credits, we them medics
Alphabetically stuck on that English
And knock it out before we pour
That sure shot more rock co.kane flow

From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin, 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
Tô write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn tô Free Power like Wilco
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes tô who's more cleverer
Use tô wore a leather goose ski with a fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar
Ya heard? Holla, broad or dude, we leave food
Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon me 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 20
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, units, 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 an' 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, bring '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 your fools, his Impulse like Yugo

You go lights, câmera, action with no makeup
We De La tô 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 tô my flavor tô prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein hot
It's about if you can handle bein cold or not!
And we was told tô hop for no one, s'what I dig bout Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all
First tô do a lot of things in the game, but the last tô say it
No need tô place it on a scale tô weigh it
And don't do it for the plays or tô raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin
Hey your lady's winkin, I think you need tô control that aura
Or I can hold her

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 tô these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
I think I'll pop these verse like first dates tô birthdates
September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old, should I? Too bad, too late

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