De La Soul - Live @ the Dugout 87 lyrics

[Verse 1: Pos] Making cash steady's on everybody's mind DJ's spinning on songs now declined Rap is fast, but rap ain't cool Hot enough to burn, yet I roll with a firm That'll put that fire out, lower your temp Smack you with a banana, little chimp I'm known to run laps around your BMI and ASCAP Put me on a tour bus, cover whole map Leave my organs intact when I die But please donate every rhyme that I've fried and baked To them no sk** rappers on the make Who say the same sh**, come in the same fit And I'm wonderful while I'm most wild Most call me Wonder Why for years Got Hip Hop like quarts of blood That's the life flow to the very first Everybody say Ho! for your ears [Verse 2: Dave] Ah yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all) Rock a bald spot cause the God's so stressed Brand new shoes (shoes) a brand new name (name) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle duck down! B-boy stance I got the buckle on my belt East coast repping with the buckle on they belt Forty-deuce flicks we had them f**ers on our belt I'mma stay b-boy 'til this whole sh** buckle Rock 'n' roll, round here we Rock Steady EMC's need to be MC's Lyrically inclined does not mean jack If you cannot comprehend that old boom bap That backyard scrap, like BVD's Tale Lords Devils and pinstripe Lees That ba diddy ba bullsh** on hold Now it's SoundScan spins, and who went Gold! f** all they want platinum But how's that good when you lyrically wood?