| 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 |