View Lyrics - Art Official Intelligence: Mosaic Thump - De La Soul

(Pos) 

Yo. we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it) 

get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down) 

Yo! We bout to get it (get it) get it (get it) 

get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down) 

Yo! 

Chorus: Pos 

We run it, HOT! When we over the drums 

To the, TOP! Cause the bottom we're from 

We got the, DROP! On your weekend crew 

cause you're full-time talkin while we peepin your view 

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(Pos) 

Rahubat(?), you know my name 

I run my humbleness with fame 

God-body, nuttin plain 

while you claimin shepherd that you heard this 

you, heard this on day first 

Watch my man, he'll make it worse 

Ain't no new click, we still Native 

(Dove) 

Clothes knit, stitched tight, related 

that's the way we handle it 

Pin us up or mantle it 

We on fire you candle lit 

Daydreamin, on a rack 

Get bought worn and brought back 

We sport rhyme thought real tight 

Photos 

(Pos) 

to gain sizes much bigger 

Life life well, get mail filled with 

checks from sales we deliver 

(Dove) 

Spend a little, make a little 

I want it big like white boy wallets 

Credit delievered, Fed-Excellent 

To my dot com, we on the web like Charlotte's 

Hornet, back her up, she too much on it 

Your plastic ass'll get swiped 

past the limit see you the type 

to get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night 

Chorus 

(Pos) 

while we peepin your view 

while we, peepin your view 

We got they eyes on lock 

Let them flock to your wit while I spit after you 

(Dove) 

Look ma, I'm still rhymin 

Baby boy still providin 

Breakin bread in four states 

Makin these struggles get gone 

Private eyes, I see y'all spyin 

You watch while I clock 

Fertilize my brain data 

Makin accounts grow green like the front lawns 

(Pos) 

Yo I may be old school 

but I'm not no old fool 

Heard out your mouth words flee 

bout "These niggaz ain't nice" 

You just barbershop talkin 

while we round the world walkin 

B, you ain't D.M.C. 

You slip and fall on my ice 

No lyin, straight shinin 

I give you supper from my upper diamond 

You got limbs so climb in 

(Dove) 

Yo, soak up what you find-in 

We too pure for you to try 

You sniffin maybe's and if's 

(Pos) 

And if "if" was a spliff 

Man we'd all be hiiiiiiiiigh-iiiiiigh. iiiggghhhhh. 

(Dove) 

. but it's not, so sober up 

You flashin out like you paparaz' 

You'll need to take a liver shot 

to feel the heat on how we runnin it, YO 

Chorus 1.75X (minus last line, 2nd time) 

(Pos) 

cause you're full time talkin while we, while we 

while we lettin you know I'm in a 

certified rhyme meadow for days 

If you ask Mercenary bout this shit, it pays 

Hitting Willie Mays style out the park 

Mastering in this +Art+ that's +Official+ 

Your ears absorb this like tears, on a tissue 

cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp 

Distinct like E-Double's lisp 

L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it 

Got it? Get a piece 

Got product that you all should own and not lease 

Some say drummers play synonymous with ill 

with wordplay, that keep us all paid like a bill 

We're the parent company 

You the sub in my D-I-vision 

You don't know how. {*words fade out*}