Rock Co. Cane Flow Lyrics - De La Soul

[Posdonus] 

Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes 

be them average MC's of the times 

Unlike them, we craft gems 

So systematically inclined to pen lines 

without sayin a producer's name, all over the track 

Yeah I said it! What you need to do is get back 

to reading credits, we them medics 

alphabetically stuck on that english 

And knock it out before we pour 

that sure shot more rock co.kane flow 

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[MF Doom] 

From the top of the key, the 3 Villain 

Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn 

Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up 

Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up 

He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline 

He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine 

To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow 

Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco 

And still owe bills, pay dues forever 

Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer 

Use to wore a leather goose ski with a fur collar 

Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar 

Ya heard? Holla - broad or dude, we leave food 

Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude 

For fam like the Partridges, pardon me for the mix-up 

Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up 

It's a stick up 

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[Dave] 

Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts 

is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20 

The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler 

Bring your tallest champs like that much taller 

Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it 

Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant 

Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans 

Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth 

[MF Doom] 

Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again 

Act like you knew like Toucan Sam an' 'em 

He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast 

Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace 

String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack 

And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked 

foul, we all know the rules bro 

You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his Impulse like Yugo 

[Posdonus] 

You go lights, camera, action with no makeup 

We De La to the death, or at least until we break up 

Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first 

So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed 

They say the good die young, so I added some 

bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum 

Everyone cools off from bein hot 

It's about if you can handle bein cold or not! 

And we was told to hop for no one, s'what I dig bout Prince Paul 

We stayed original ever since y'all 

First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it 

No need to place it on a scale to weigh it 

And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar 

Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are 

the three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin 

Hey your lady's winkin, I think you need to control that aura 

or I can hold her 

[Dave] 

The elements are airborne, I smell the success 

(Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man) 

Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers 

Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips 

Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing 

I think I'll pop these verse like first dates to birthdates 

September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8 

Too old, should I? Too bad, too late