Song | The Bizness |
Artist | De La Soul |
Album | Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 dope? 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 niggaz 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 nigga 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 |
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 playahs | |
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 dimegetters 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 chitown | |
Now what that prove, you' re so full you can' t even move | |
Chorus: | |
Cause i' m the dtotheo, thevtothee | |
And can' t another brother cook these delicacies | |
Well i' m the plu, the gtotheone | |
Walk around the planet earth making money having fun | |
And i' m the ctotheo, doublemon | |
I sit and think with a drink about how i' m gonna win | |
I' m the ctotheo, doublemon | |
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 dope? 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 | |
Refaree in soul control of my | |
Destiny, in the best of, three out of five | |
Whip anybody ass at nba live, rappers | |
Take a dive like greg lougainis with his bitchass | |
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 ahuhhah! | |
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 niggaz styles i predict | |
Chorus: | |
I' m the ctotheo, doublemon | |
I sit and think with a drink about how i' m gonna win | |
And i' m the dtotheo, thevtothee | |
And can' t no other brother cook these delicacies | |
Well i' m the plu, thegtotheone | |
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 plu, thegtotheone | |
Walk around the planet earth making money having fun | |
Yeah, and i' m thectotheo, doublemon | |
I sit and think with a drink about how i' m gonna win | |
And i' m the dtotheo, thevtothee | |
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 nigga 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 |
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 playahs | |
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 dimegetters 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 chitown | |
Now what that prove, you' re so full you can' t even move | |
Chorus: | |
Cause i' m the dtotheo, thevtothee | |
And can' t another brother cook these delicacies | |
Well i' m the plu, the gtotheone | |
Walk around the planet earth making money having fun | |
And i' m the ctotheo, doublemon | |
I sit and think with a drink about how i' m gonna win | |
I' m the ctotheo, doublemon | |
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 dope? 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 | |
Refaree in soul control of my | |
Destiny, in the best of, three out of five | |
Whip anybody ass at nba live, rappers | |
Take a dive like greg lougainis with his bitchass | |
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 ahuhhah! | |
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 niggaz styles i predict | |
Chorus: | |
I' m the ctotheo, doublemon | |
I sit and think with a drink about how i' m gonna win | |
And i' m the dtotheo, thevtothee | |
And can' t no other brother cook these delicacies | |
Well i' m the plu, thegtotheone | |
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 plu, thegtotheone | |
Walk around the planet earth making money having fun | |
Yeah, and i' m thectotheo, doublemon | |
I sit and think with a drink about how i' m gonna win | |
And i' m the dtotheo, thevtothee | |
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 nigga 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 |