Syntax Era Lyrics - Singles - Leaders Of The New School

Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco 

Go Charlie, Charlie go 

Charlie. Go Busta, Busta 

Go Busta. You know we got style 

Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco 

Go Charlie, Charlie go 

Charlie. Go Busta, Busta 

Go Busta. You know we got style 

When it comes to shootouts 

Boogie Brown is here don't fear 

The clear just step to it. Now I drive 

Come alive from the bottom to the top 

Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop 

But? (I know you, and you know me) 

C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D 

That's deep as I look at all the videos 

Wack stage shows, wack page flows 

Biters non-rhythm writers. (Example the sample) 

It was an age under and a stage back 

The girlie's screaming she's having a cardiac 

Like epileptic seizures no 

Amnesia comatose double dose Anesthesia 

Damn. (DAMN) should I say 

What are you doing! , I dare at your stare so yo 

Come do me, it's done or rather should I say it's on 

The mental instrumental I continue with 

My song yeah we've got jumping jerks with no understandings of 

The East Coast stomp. Fam understand 

Several other brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover 

(It's just another case) Wow! (Base) 

Why is everybody always picking on me 

Now let's see our games played 

I'm Donkey Kong fat freak the notes 

Flip the script run the jewels 

(The Leaders Of The New School) 

Yet I shine when I rhyme (You know, you know) 

Always remember the scenario 

Syntax Era 

Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco 

Go Charlie, Charlie go 

Charlie. Go Busta, Busta 

Go Busta. You know we got style 

For the Harper Valley Pete's sake tea makes 

A great ace in a hole 

You cheated gold, only sold to who 

Was told now trembling remembering 

When I timberland and down listen wait 

Who's that coming around sounding like that sound 

I guess it's Dinco, Milo, Busta, and Bro! win 

Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun 

I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sisters 

That come from all over the place to trace the base 

Inspector Clouseau I wonder is true though 

Oh no, no more security 

Nets straight human casualties 

Call for raw regrets in beat societies 

Lessons must speak 

Stand be strong. Keep away from weak in the years long 

Life leaders let loose leading left backs 

And misguided youth letting leaks lack 

Levels of truth. Look ma' no hands 

Lend likes lots of love only lasting cause I'm asking 

Could we be above average not savage 

But near newly more duty, more than terror 

Peace to my girl 

"Whoops? Syntax Era 

Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco 

Go Charlie, Charlie go 

Charlie. Go Busta, Busta 

Go Busta. You know we got style 

Copy cat do this, do that 

Wanna do something ? 

Do this 

Chicky chaka chubaka 

Gitty getty gothca 

Ah man, all of a sudden people say I be buggin' 

Rugged culture musikal Hip-Hop! I be lovin' 

Gimme, gimme, gimme something 

Gimme something for nothing 

Rich blood sucker of the poor I see you 

Hickory, dickory 

Hay watch out for the trickery 

What happened to creativity, dignity, integrity 

Hey Mr. Sneaky-one don't try to read my mind 

Just worry about getting yours, because I'm getting mines 

Leaders made a commitment to keep this type of music 

Livin' forever 

Whatever, whatever 

We live in an era where errors aren't made to 

Remain an error, but I think that's kinda better 

Understand that word and how you use it 

Rap is business music, Hip-Hop is cultural music 

Now you get to see the one sun getting super dumb 

Dance around because you know that we doin' it for fun 

Flippin' and trippin' 

You little sorry sucker you slippin' 

Lay over my lap because I'm gonna 

Give you a whippen 

Trippin', dippin' and winin' 

Stop the damn crying 

I don't know what you try! n' 

You better stop lyin' 

With correct intellect, wetter, bigger and better 

As I come straight 

Check my Syntax Era 

Word to God, 1993, shit is solid 

We are the L. (What!) 

We are the O. (What!) 

We are the N. (What!) 

We are the S. (What!) 

We are the L. (What!) 

We are the O. (What!) 

We are the N. (What!) 

We are the S. (What!) 

We are the L. (What!) 

We are the O. (What!) 

We are the N. (What!) 

We are the S. (What!) 

Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco 

Go Charlie, Charlie go 

Charlie. Go Busta, Busta 

Go Busta. You know we got style 

Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco 

Go Charlie, Charlie go 

Charlie. Go Busta, Busta 

Go Busta. You know we got style 

Dinco, Dinco, Go Dinco 

Go Charlie, Charlie go 

Charlie. Go Busta, Busta 

Go Busta. You know we got style