De La Soul - Impossible Mission (2007) by De La Soul (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Dave:]
Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the"
It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road
With the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang
It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack
For the folks under the floor, on tour {*beatboxing*}
Ever since I was a "Fat" bastard
But now I travel a little light in my skin
It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in
Like {?} body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ("Sting 'em Ray!")
I blind box, niggaz hit 'em when I hear 'em
It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes
So scrumptious with cholesterol
Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak
This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!)
But smooth like Ponce DeLeon
Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on
On on on on on on on...

("Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song")

[Pos:]
We all do what we gotta do
When no love in the heart of a city
No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up
Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave
They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little
In eight days and wake up, exercise demons
Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back~!"
Sorta how Prince did to Nikki
No need for that, here to give it to you quickly
Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly
Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole
Then let all the whack shit fall out
Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it)
Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up
No I won't pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote
So smell us all on your clothes
Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes
Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all y'all!")

[Dave:]
Yeah, and wipe your face pa
Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya
I knew Cayman since we met on the Island
Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid
An apple a day, we have FUN dip
I knew one dip, after school special delivery
She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew
We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up

[Bitchy Girl:]
(Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?)
(Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE)
(Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno)
(So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?)
(I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP~!)

[Pos:]
Can I get a Soul Clap?
It's the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock
Many men do wish they could rock
But all they do is inject the value of shock
But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene
The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers
They don't run in fear, they gravitate
To the way I navigate know-how inside your ear
(Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear
And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ("one for the trouble")
Wonder Why ("for the time")
Workmatic, pullin them dimes
Who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
And [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
And [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
SHA-NA-NAHHHH!

[Intro:]
I mean the only way that you gon' get it
Is to go out there and get it, y'knahmsayin?
It's like sometimes you gotta just put it all and bet the farm
You ain't gonna get it any other way, you know?
For me it's about bein better than I was yesterday, y'know
I'm sick and tired of bein sick and tired, I'm tired of losin
So I'ma bet it all, y'knahmsayin?

[Pos:]
All hail to the check one-two
You can catch one-two at a theatre near
Where you'll find me supportin rap, like a brassiere
Not sayin if the game is tits, but you gotta admit
That the soul be the, holder of the mic device
Rhymes filled with blood and guts, the game filled with
Bolts and nuts, but them shits rusty
And the trusty MC got the W-4
You can find me up in the W. Moore
I'm back on the juice with them heavy-o Chevy rhymes
Missin like crime on the deuce
We don't sit in boats and fish, we sit in studios
And quote words to serve on a dish
And the nerve that you wish you had I got bags of
And tracks are drugs that only make it worse when you're high
Listenin to the Why on the first verse named Wonder
So don't underestimate, what we create
And you'll never find us pullin up to clubs
In them long stretch whales
Or pushin inside girls with Donkey Kong stretch tails
And when all else fails, we hit 'em with the charm
That reflects like muscles on the arm
And even if crowded like food courts
We own home court advantage so we never feel alarmed

[Dave:]
It's eighty-six y'all, put your rap on pause
More milk on the mic than them pregnant broads
Nine times out the dime it's a penny on the floor
Same penny you walk around and ignore
See I'm the penny that'll have the deal closed
Turn that point nine nine into one point oh's
A millisecond you'll be needin in the race
That photo finish I ain't even see your face
I'm that one degree that made the Pisa lean
The one goal, one job, one aim and one team
That one good push that gave birth to your dream
That one good year, that one good beer
See you can hit the lotto with hope and a buck
But with 99 cents yo' ass is outta luck
Once upon a time, it's not once it ain't happen
One pop in the air does not mean you clappin
One rap hit does not mean you be rappin
Although you bust rhymes, you ain't kill it ONE TIME~!
Never was to be in the first, just the second one
If you don't find me with mic, I'm mic checkin one
One good pinch, and one good hunch
That's just one bad apple out the New York bunch
Got ones, but I want 2's 3's and 4's
I'm that one when you got one more

[Dave:]
Hey yo I'm proud to be black y'all, wish I could bring Jay back
DJ put the needle to the haystack
Pump beats like eighty-six pumped crack
Raise the heat for the summer, we Fahrenheit
Banners like cash on your corner, papered and OD
Make your girl wanna shake in front of little ol' me
Even when I'm rock bottom still the most poppin
Hold crops like John on the farm, then Johnny your Fox
Boxcutter clean cut stem from the PA
Not your everday outcast, we outlast
Used to bust a tommy gun, now I blast off with a check
Might as well, I done earned the respect

[Chorus]

[Pos:]
Here to jumpstart the art again, the sparkplug W-O-N
I trouble your whole squad again
In a class by myself, so selfish in my ways
Shave my head bald, I'm too fly for tou-pes
Ain't nuttin sweet yet, never actin bitter
Shut your spitter small fry, you too dry to wet me
And if you could, you think I'd really let you?
In and out the hood I get much respect DUE

[Dave:]
Got two [?] with Supa Dave bandana
Shut your camera lens and use your senses
Recognize it's Pos, Mase and me
Stressin R-E-S-P-E-C-T, see?

[Chorus]

[Pos:]
Best believe it's official y'all
Rap's the new form of wrestling on mescaline tabs
And E pills, and y'all came back for refills
Watchin how the drama unfold
As MC's go from hot to cold
Pots of gold they search for
Some find more than others - platinum plaques
But when you act goes active on the radio
You become radioactive, that's a fact~!
De La's got the respect attack
Tactfully weathering the storm in all forms
We born to give you the breaks
Cause just like a fiend y'all came
So y'all can get rid of them shades

[Chorus]

[unknown guest poet:]
Nah that's not what I mean
I mean, every mornin I wake up and I give thanks
Y'know, that I get dressed up and rob banks
I don't need a mask, I ain't askin for favors
Everybody got it rough
If you were the only one who had it bad
Then there would be a cause for effect, you hear me?
It's easy to live after the world's opinion
It's easy to live accordin to your own
And when she don't got love for you, man
She's like a loaf of bread with nuttin to drink
Goin down hard, that's word up
She'll tear anything up for you
Shit is rough but it's fair man, ain't a joke out here
Niggaz been doin good for a long time
But now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin?
We just came home, now we got BEEF~!

[crowd noise, boxing bell rings]

[Posdnuos:]
Who floats like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Not me! Leave that for that boxing great
Yet I float like b-balls on a path to swish
Sting like making shots when you're pissed
Of course that's sayin you're on court to playin a round
Unprotected blues and I'm the same bad news
You come pokin your face in my place
The rest you best believe you're gonna lose
I'll choose every line to floor ya
I'm a New York nigga, my momma and them from Waynesboro, Georgia
Wonder Why, I cop weed just to feed
To my ex-pectations to keep them high
Cause my own try to hold me back, with that black on black rhyme
Get off me blackie! Your whole style tacky
And lack the approach of men
You just a kitten in a lion's den, alright reverse it, aiyyo

[Chorus:]
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Reverse your steps, reverse your steps
.. Reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga (reverse your steps - REVERSED)

[boxing bell rings]

[Dove:]
I box better when I'm on these ropes
And got bloody in the eighth but your apes couldn't save you
The left got brutal and ripped shack your ribs back
So now you sprayin the streets without eatin
My plate's got broccoli and snow peas on it
See we healthy like Lance Armstrong and then Popeye
Small fry fuckin with these Spuds McKenzies
Get the bucks, get the money, and the bid or your Benji's
Radar heavy I analyze the blips
See me comin in your land I'ma AND-1 this bitch
Ain't nuttin to lose but these two fronts, a few stunts
The Chuckers got strings on 'em, we airborne
Cleared for takeoff, face off the square puzzle
Got you puzzled like yo is it peace or piece?
Increase the blows for the stutter step to it
Make you jump back and kiss your death and step back!

[Chorus]

[boxing bell rings and crowd noise]

(feat. Butta Verses)

[x4:] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}

[Posdnuos:]
The right to remain silent
Anything you say can be used
Chopped up, stretched and fused, with other shit to get
The desired effect to win, let us begin

[x4:] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}

[Dove:]
Yeahs my mellow, we glow like snow yellow
Byprints anticipate, smiley face prints in it
{"You got") The nerve to spit flows, eyes closed
You're out of your lane, I'm runnin with my windows tinted
{"You got") A closed mind with locks on the gate
{"You got") A bag of life filled with dead weight
{"You got") Your priorities mixed up, we fixed up
Bobbity throwings burn MC's date

[x4:] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}

[Butta Verses]
Toucan Sam, what you spittin isn't written
Like last month's baby clothes, it ain't fittin
{"You got") To upgrade to the top fades
Bringin big body ink sticks, bottom of the page
{"You got") To step in a little hotter these days
{"You got") Swampfoot, I heard it started in the 'Glades
{"You got") Two of the best and one of the newest
Who stay mile high with a stewardess doin it

[x4:]
{"You got it") [Pos] You know I got it

{"I know you got.."}

[Posdnuos:]
A degree in braggin, an art to bag
Any lady to get her back to the room
{"You got") A wife at home with a knife that long cuts
For cuttin up I'm in the emergency room
{"You got") Styles in place, Long Island bass
{"You got") A major tour all over the place
{"You got") The knack to keep those who lack
Out of the mainframe of the game, you know what they say

[x4]{"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}

[Verses: Butta]
TROUBLE! Take that chance to make double
Can't knock the hustle but scoped you like the Hubble
{"You got") Pulled over on I-95
Flashlights right in your eyes, step outside
{"You got") Weed in your tray and coke in yo' trunk
{"You got") Nowhere to run he opened it up
{"You got") A lot of regret, caught can't jet
Got a five year sentence, ain't finished two yet

[Dove:]
{"You got") Time money and work, to do it everytime
I'm workin money here since I'm give in no time
{"You got") Crime niggaz who designin my commitments
See I honor this my niggaz I committed no crime
{"You got") Good credit and plans for next year
{"You got") Drunk once on the Grey Goose and beer
{"You got") Dry flows that got you sippin on these daquiris
I'm sayin what exactly your ears wanna hear

[x4:]
{"You got it") [Pos] I know you got it

{"I know you got.."}

[Posdnuos:]
The aches and pains for cravin for some De La Soul shit
To whip yo' ass back into shape
{"You got") To hold tight, the album soon come
For now, take a bite from out of this mixtape
{"You got") To cop this so pay the fee
{"You got") Soul cause you're listenin to the 3 MC's
Rock the Kangol and Kwelis
But don't break this break [scratch:] "break, down"

[Dave:]
Yeah... it's De La
You know we up in here, just doin what we gotta do
This joint right here we call "Just Havin a Ball"
Just havin a ball, y'know
See my lady really don't like me when I be
Sayin the things I be sayin in my rhymes but
You know I'm just havin a ball

They say Dave got it bad for these broads on tour
These thick legs, Lego and Rubix Cube
Tyco, night glow, butt-ass nude
He got Monopoly's on 'em from the Bronx to the bank
Got the battle - "He sank my Battleship!"
I put a sock on my robot and box the all night
Play the head to head, never went all pro
At the halftime performance she the halftime show
A part time sucker, I implore the game (word up)
She quick to dodge-balls, avoidin the face stain
Jack-in-the-box, nah that ain't no haps
I need that Mrs. Potato Head in my lap
In checkers and chess I do a big cut bounce
36 ounces of hula hoop hips
I'm shootin for that Duck Hunt, that Dan Quayle tail
What I gotta spell it out? I'm about to campaign
For that President Bush, damn I declare war
Bring on some of your friends, matter fact, the next whore

[Pos:]
Alright I'm tryin to have a ball without all that girl talk
Cause my girl wouldn't like that either
So I'm I'm tryin to stay away from that
Aww fuck it, I'm hot
Let me, let me do it, let me do it a lil' bit

Aiyyo "Gimme That," that Lil' Webbie & Bun B
I used to mash Lil' Debbie up in 1-D
Those were the days, but days don't change
So we still get it on just to keep it all the same and it's
Routine to rock roll and rip shows
Across the zip codes and fold the thick loads
Of information inside your earlobes
We are the high end thread for your mere clothes
Outside of the box is where you'll find us
Those who find to it, step behind us
It's not about the lead, we not tryin to be
The heir to the throne but the air that you breathe and it's
Protocol for us to get at y'all
With a face filled with game
We play without the cheat codes, we don't need those to rock
Close the do' in our face, best believe we gon' knock
Let us in y'all

[Dave:]
Yeah that's right
It's De La, that's how we do
We just have a ball everytime we have a ball
Now make sure y'all look out
For the TV series, this is part one, "The Impossible Mission"
We gon' have two and three
Aiyyo Why, part two point five, hahaha
That's how we do it y'all
Shout out to my man Maseo
Shout out to my man Prince Paul
Shout out to everybody out there, De La family
You know how we do
Just havin a ball, I just like talkin
I don't really talk too much, I'm just havin a ball
Yeah
Shout out to A Tribe Called Quest, you know how we do it
Yeah
Shout out to cuttin the record off~!

[Pos:] Alright y'all, WE HERE NOW!
(This, is, a, Supa Supa, blast blast, Supa Supa, blast blast)

[Chorus: x4]
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Get down girl, get down girl

[Pos:]
(Get dowwwn!) Just another day in a lonely world
Where I like to make a lonely girl
Feel a little less lonely, tell a tale where she's
My one and only, she got homegirls
Who likes to do more than chat
So she asked where my homies at, I mean that song was fly
But if my homey can't have none, sayin I won't have fun
Is honestly just a God damned lie~!
Self-missions are less stress, and cut out the mess
Of havin a girl, verifyin if I'm lyin or not
With her girl, cause my niggaz occupyin the same spot with her
I'm like the fox with the fur well groomed
You find me in hot clubs and hotel rooms in between the sheet crack
And if the bed squeaks or noise-free, I'll put it to use
Swig from the tiger beers for the extra boost
Blow out your back like flames over the cake
Cut out a piece of your heart, for the claim
When I get you worked up to cream, and I can get on
Some Snoop Dogg shit and scream, "What's my motherfuckin name?"

[Chorus: w/ Erick Sermon ad lib samples]

[Dave:]
Hey, we in the position to renew things
I specialize in doin me and you things
Now what's that he say she say?
We got mortgages, dump all this gossip you're hoardin
This world premier is for real ma
A catalogue of lovin you can hear ma
Put the quarter in the jukebox
I brought a bit of luggage drawers and a few socks
A little Dane Dane, and some X-Clan
I'm tryin to save you from the chores of the next man
See we can picnic, and go horseback
I love your laughter even if you sound like Horshack
You so impeccable but damn them birds peck at you
Your technique is cuttin like you catch beats
Or def these nuts cause your sex speaks
We oughta "Chill" like EPMD

[Chorus]

(Get dowwwwn!)

[Dave:]
Yeah, the 15 millionth time, 15 and 1
Check it out
Yo Com, how you rhyme to this slow shit
Yeah yeah, check it out

Yo memories of the corner, we huddled and stayed in trouble
Guzzled on 40 O-Z's and played the double and back
We doublin crack, no wonder why they fear us
We cussin cause our mommas couldn't hear us
Young lovers'll cuddle at 15 shit, they seen the struggle so
That makes him a man con-sidered he got plans but
She don't understand that this is where them fools bust at
Same corner where she go and catch the school bus at
It ain't changed a bit, we stand circle and spit bars
Cigarette butts scattered like glass shattered
And pops he play the corner 'til his day comes, DAMN~!
Ambulances on the corner but hey, now it's offi-cial
Cisco was the daze them cups of E&J
Went down and hit a warm spot even in the winter's cold
We had our snorkel and our winter playboys on
These are the corners we was sent to play boys on
Our socks is pockets, the guns is rockets
It's where the after school fight was at, brand new bikes was at
Fila suits, Kangols and new Nikes was at
Same corner is today's same yesterday

[Chorus: x2]
I wish that I cold give you this feelin
I wish that I cold give you this feelin
We was livin on them corners, had a nigga rhymin, drinkin
Whylin, potted out, livin HIGH~!

[Pos:]
We live it real, hard, revoke your zeal
God don't come around here no mo'
So why you screamin HIS NAME in vain when the pain hits
Pick yourself up and get to a hospital quick
But leave out the bit, about what went down
I know they hound us for hawkin
Just a flesh wound, stitch it up, keep it walkin
Niggaz on the corners loyal, they ain't talkin (they ain't talkin)
Put down the sea of chalk and
The use of chalk is for lines of hopscotch
Or tracin dead bodies for crimes that got botched
For just crime commitin and it's, time to fit it
In the schedule, cause them crosstown niggaz
Came to our corner sprayin that lead you pull
Ain't nuttin deeper than pilin in the car
With the streetsweeper so we can clear every star
Off the corner

[Chorus]