I speak the bond of
God, theories no need to be hot
Always exhale the facts cause
I don't inhale a lot
Play the greater man's games
and bounce off my losses
So I could 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
Effects be live like
DOS
Making moves down south
to avoid the chaos
I never flaunt the coin cause
dime getters be gazing
They call me
Luther
Van, they say my style is so amazing
I'm phasing those who supposed
to have the last laughter
Cause even when I'm gone
I'm reappearing in the after
I have to send respects to
real money makers
Do not connect us with those champagne
sippin' money fakers
Taste a 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 another brother
cook these delicacies?
Well I'm the
P -L -U -G to the 1
Walk around the planet
Earth makin' money, have you fucked
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
Ps like the last professor
In fact I get my hoes in
Tessa, peep game like a referee
And so controller my jester,
knee in the besta
Three out of five, whip anybody ass in
NBA live
Rappers, take a dive like
Greg
Louganis with his
I'd rather be in
Bey -Bey's alley than at the click regattas
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
Ron's old man, who called him a traitor?
VidCon,
Saddam's niggas styles, I pre dict
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, yeah
And can't no other brother
cook these delicacies
Well, I'm the
P -L -U, the
G to the 1
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
Flave
Droppin' more knowledge
than litter on the
New
York pave
It's me, wonder why,
and a place to be
Certified as superior
MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for whack
MCs
They even step inside the door
Cause these kids is rhymin'
sometimes
And when we get to racin' on the mic
They line up to see the lyrical killin'
with stained eagles on the ceilin'
My rhymes escalates like black death
rapes over musical plates
Bein' played as the rule,
kids thinkin' steppin' to the soul
You label 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
says so for the life
You cry keepin' it real,
yet you should try keepin' it right
Misunderstandin'
Microphone
Mathematics
It leaves the currency in
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
Now I'm the
P -L -U, the
G to the 1
Walk around the planet
Earth makin' money, havin' 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
And I'm the
D to the
O, the
V to the
E
And can another brother
cook these delicacies?
See, can another brother
cook these delicacies?
See, can another brother
cook these delicacies?
That's how I'm supposed
to do my thing, huh?
Like, triple it, all right.
That's how we do it all the way from
the strong island to
Chicago.
That's how we freestyle and flow.
It's fluent.
Ain't even a flow no more.
Ha.
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