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  • Текст песни De La Soul - The Bizness feat. Common

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    Intro
    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 1: 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 Benz 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 champagne 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

    [Hook]
    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 2: 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 Louganis 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

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Pos]
    I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'
    Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'
    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 musical 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 deem it MANdatory taking your pride
    But I will, cause my man said Soulful Delight
    You tried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right
    That's understanding microphone mathematics
    Which leads to currency and 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

    [Hook]

    [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 fluid, it ain't even a 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 Fudge 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, Medina 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

    Let me tell you a little something about the Self (tell em self)
    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

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    И моему родственнику де Калхун, лет он безостановочно
    Эй, эта девушка, член парламента, лет, она без остановок
    И этой команде Кэмп Ло, лет они без остановок
    И этому ниггеру Pop Life, он безостановочно
    И моему кузену Фаджу Лаву, ты знаешь, он безостановочно
    Мой брат Лаки и Перт, лет они без остановок
    И моему мужчине Джо Баку, вы знаете, что он безостановочно
    И мой мужчина Extra P, лет, он без остановок
    И мой человек Майк Дивайн, вы знаете, он безостановочно
    Этот ребенок по имени Малыш Пол, лет, он без остановок
    И для Jazzyfatnastees, лет, вы безостановочно
    И мои народы Beatminerz, человек, они безостановочно
    И моему человеку, мистеру Багу, вы знаете, что вы безостановочно
    И лет, Литро, лет, он без остановок
    И к, Медина Грин, лет, ты без остановок
    И моему мужчине, принцу Полу, он без остановок
    И этому человеку Кид Капри лет, ты без остановок
    И племя под названием Quest, человек, которого они безостановочно
    И не забывайте Jungle Beez лет, они безостановочно

    Позвольте мне рассказать вам немного о Самости (расскажи им о себе)
    Я часть восточного побережья, поэтому произнеси тост за
    Plug Wonder, почему в те дни, кто пропитал свои слова джиггером
    Поэтому, когда я пробежал фразу в июне, вы не уловили ее до декабря
    Я член их детей из центральной части города
    Давая котятам слышимые угощения, вы жаждете приготовить
    Больше денег, чем языческий праздник
    Не из PJ, но мне все еще есть что сказать

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