J Dilla - Vocabulary Spills REMIX lyrics

[Verse 1: Consequence] You got the vocab Yes I do... It's the Cons To The Quence From the 192 And I first made the news Catching wreck Off of Wordplay Then had a rebirth like It was Rihanna's birthday People on this Earth say I may need Speech therapy Cuz it's been a minute Since they all Got to hear from me But I live in infamy For buying out Tiffany's And making Nouns and adjectives Become Bags on Madison You can hear the arrogance In my annunciation Cuz they converse About Cons verse In they conversation And that's a confirmation That there'll be confiscation If not, a confrontation And legal complications Because this explanation Don't have no expiration Once it detonates All you'll see is exclamation Points Every point Makes them appoint Anoint and rejoice When I Rock this Funky Joint (Rock That sh** Homie) So this is for the thugs And bloods and the prostitutes (Yeah) Man I got the plug Like I'm Posdnuos (Yeah) Man I got the plug Like I'm Trugoy (Yeah) So shout out to The dreds and rude boys My new toy In the parking lot Is the meanest So you can use Ebonics Or proper English To distinguish The dons and the murder pros And the ones who've been trill Longer than Virgil's clothes But yet my adversaries feel Their imaginary sk**s May could match up With the Real But for castles on a hill Or a mansion and mill Just like March Madness When the brackets get revealed The odds makers Say we too strong So the top seed Is you Con (UConn) And since I'm armed With vocabulary sk**s I'm guaranteed to leave you leaking When Vocabulary Spills YES! [Verse 2: Dove] Yo, I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high Always exhale the facts, I don't inhale lie Play the greater man's game to bounce off my loss I'mma earn the acres, the house and the horse Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is the apex Too complex, effects be live like Das Making moves down South to avoid the bull I never flaunt the coin cause dime-getters be gazing Call me Luther Van, they say my style so amazing Fazing those who're supposed to have the last laugh Even when I'm gone I'm reappearing in the aft' I have to send respects to real money makers Do not connect me to your champagne ho Ayo, taste the quarter pound from here to New York Don't swine, don't eat no pork Who am I? The D to the Hey, and I'm the P to the [Verse 3: Posdnous] Yep, I'm the most, coast Eastern flav Drop more knowledge than litter on your 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 of rap Rhyming sometimes And when we get to racing on the mic we line up to see The lyrical k**ing, stained egos on the ceiling My rhymes escalates like black d**h rates Over musical plates, being played as the rule Kids thinking stepping to the crew, you're labeled fools Who claims to drop j**els, but for now you do the catching I don't give a sh** about what crew you run or what section of Earth You reside, you're not even a man, n***a Yo, you not even a man, n***a But I'm a man cause my man say so for the light You try keeping it real, you should try keeping it right That's understanding microphone mathematics 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 And I'm the P to the