ball,
so how you gonna hate us?
We creators of them East coast stars
If you ask me I'll tell you
there's no comp
But I'm still humble,
even though I will crumble halls
Some call 'em songs,
I call 'em words from me
That take long to cook
So some feel free in saying that
we don't hunger for beats
Not that we not hungry,
just picky in what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep
weight off the body
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All you gotta do is keep my
name out your mouth
And stop frowning like you hostile
You know that it's a booger rubbing
up against your nostril
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Nigga how you figure you can play this rap
game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, Wonder Why,
giving what you lack holmes
Hey yo prepare yourself for the Neutron,
bitch!
This is eighty- six, let that neo- rap go
We present these flares
to put fire to your ears
To lay smoke like rusty exhaust pipes
We run mics, let Sean run
the marathon
Yo raise that money son,
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we raisin these kids
Get claps when curtains close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, bring some breath
Sat book smart, part ese
Loc'in like Tone,
street niggas get grown
Acquire more couth before
you get poofed
Or get some shells sent over to
your mic booth
Excuse, my delivery,
but when peace don't work
See this piece goin' work,
cock aim and shoot!
It's my constitutional
right to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics,
make fans unite
Woodstock and white folks involved
Black man get on yo' job!
"Well clap your hands
and rhymes for rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
Just bring your beats,
and bring your rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
Let's go beat for beat,
and rhymes for rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
Just bring your beats,
and bring your rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
The heavyweight L.I. Brother with no date,
of expiration
On this fate on the mic,
them birthday keep coming
I'm hated on by niggas I love most
So what threat could you possibly pose
when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or your glasses
Either way there'll be a toast in the air
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Markin' the return of bare
minimums you need to learn
Get your verbs right when
you down to clap
See that gun powder caliber rap'll tip
hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and skyscrapers
Bow- tie pa pers stacked high
Pay the resident tax or get
your street sweeped
Front row, backstage or the
cheap seats
I "Dodge" ricochets like "Ram" trucks,
you slow poke to pull it
And I sup- pose you want
to top the Billboard chart
Man I toast these rhymes
and then pop like Pop- Tarts
Let's go beat for beat,
and rhymes for rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
Just bring your beats,
and bring your rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
Let's go beat for beat y'all,
and rhymes for rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
Just bring your beats,
and bring your rhymes
(Put, all, the things aside)
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing"
De La Soul 
