The Bizness Lyrics - De La Soul

Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down") 

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 One: Dove 

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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 Benx 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 champaign 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 

Chorus: 

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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 Two: 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 Lougainis 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 niggaz styles I predict 

Chorus: 

I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N 

I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win 

And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E 

And can't no other 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 

Walk around the planet earth making money having fun 

Walk around the planet earth making money having fun 

Verse Three: Pos 

I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee 

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 seem it mandatory taking your pride 

But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life 

You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right 

That's understanding microphone mathematics 

Which leaves the currency in 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 

Chorus: 

Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One 

Walk around the planet earth making money having fun 

Yeah, 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 

And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E 

And can't another brother cook these delicacies 

See can't another brother cook these delicacies 

See can't another brother cook these delicacies 

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 fluent, and we don't need to 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 Fudd 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, my dean The 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 

Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"* 

Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son) 

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