[Mr. Complex] In a minute I'ma intervene on the internet You wanna enter the mind from closer, to intercom And dot com for Complex styles Plus how it mold ya skull Ask Moulder and Skully from the X-Files Those wild-asses broke into my crib, lookin for clues Went through my rhyme books, I thought they were crooks So I beat 'em like they stole somethin I'm tired of shit - I told 'em for the umpteenth time You can't battle me with my own rhyme He said "Yo ya rhymes just so phat!" I said "Ya don't know what phat is" - He said "No diggity" He kept begging me, I tryed to figure how he, Know so much on this topic Just then I noticed Ebonics 1 hanging out his pocket I said "What's that in your pocket?" He said "Getcha hands out my pocket" His chin was slow so I socked it He fell back and pulled out a gat, and pointed it at And rata-tat-tat - And Skully screamed no Just then I knew I had fractions of a second just to kick a flow But yo, the shots missed You can blame it on the rhyme invention... Or divine intervention
[woman harmonizing]
[Complex over harmonizing] Divine intervention... Divine intervention... I mentioned attention to the scene I come across the forces that intervene Left in suspension.. Is it the rhyme or divine intervention
[Mr. Complex] Red pillow, eyes heavy, droopin, they're closin, I'm comfy I'm driftin, dozin, expand, Sandman, dreamland I'm havin visions of improvisin on the mic The audience is risin to huge heights You should see how they screamin, It's like I'm runnin 'em over with a truck What the what? The record's causin a ruckus I bust back with the word, the word provoked the herb The herb provoked the verb, the dream broke when I hit the curb Whoa, I can't distinguish my dreams from the real I'm not even in bed, I'm sittin up behind the steering wheel I gotta stop this goin two days without sleep I'm takin in two lanes, then I hear two beeps I keep on cuz I'm only minutes from my crib - I struggle all my might, But it's all over when I pull up to the red light Last thing I recall was makin a left on the conduit to Rocker Way Thought I could do it cuz I was a block away I gave it my best, never-the-less, I blacked out.. The scene I tried to act out cuz I don't know how I got home Was it the rhyme I was kickin off the dome? Or was it I was just never alone? Never alone.. never alone..
[woman harmonizing]
[Complex over harmonizing] Divine intervention... Divine intervention... I mentioned attention to the scene I come across the forces that intervene Left in suspension.. Is it the rhyme or divine intervention
Skye Hey, musicman just play something cool We love the sunshine to dance by the pool Down with the crew known to pump up the bass We rock the joint at a cool steady pace Love sweet love Just a little understanding Up above Way down deep inside Just a little understanding Love sweet love Up above Way down deep inside We blow up the spot and get caught in the blast Rock and roll music's a thing of the past Love sweet love Just a little understanding Up above Way down deep inside Love sweet love Just a little understanding Up above Way down, deep inside Wow, wow yehe Wow, wow yehe Wow, wow yehe Wow, wow yehe Mr complex Huh huh Morcheeba Huh, yes yes you're like that As a matter of fact Huh, it's fat like a christmas list Twist to kiss like this Keep on rocking And I suck your stocking It's not too shocking Huh huh I got your pop rockin' The party got your body jammin' Love sweet love In a moving understanding Skye Love sweet love Up above Just a little understanding Way down, deep inside Up above Love sweet love Just a little understanding Way down deep inside Love sweet love You know it doesn't get demanding Up above Get down deep inside Just a litte understanding Love sweet love Up above Way down deep inside ????!!! Mr complex Wow, wow yeh Wow, wow yeh Wow, wow yeh Wow, wew yeh
Whoa... Yeah, yeah, Mr. Complex...Tony Hawk style Yeah, we gon' do it like...from the underground... From the underground...from the ...ground Yo, uh!
[Verse One] Who is it that spits fire, but doesn't smoke weed? Who's about to take it all, but not overcome by greed It's Complex, wit' "Mr." in front, I'll bust your blister if you front If it's a trickster what you want, check the reflectable glass... 'Cause in a second, I'll just be busting yo' ASS... Change your outlook, out the book, take off your head You try to go off your head I'll shook-shock your world like a carefree curl Or, rock-shock your mind like a, South road girl Wit' a razor in her teeth I see ya and I just, raise your beef, two cows No bluffin' this way bitch ass, whatchu gonna do now?! You change the sheets, fluff the pillow Made the bed, now lay it it, 'til you're dead and decay in it (uh-huh) 'Til the neighbors discovers the smell, and yell "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUNKING SMELL?! Funking smell" yo
[Chorus x2] We run it down from the ("underground") We run it down from the ("underground") We run it down from the ("underground") This is how we do it from the ("underground") UP!, what?
[Verse Two] Here you go, there you go, YOU KNOW YOU GOTTA GET... Outta my face quicker than that! "He's vomiting all over the place! He's about to DIE!" But note I'm lyrically, sicker than that! I need bed rest, I'ma Queens cat wit' a Brooklyn, address Wit' a queen-size mat-tress, where I do more fuckin' than sleepin' on it See I'ma never fall off, see I be, keepin' on it Optune time tunes in I'm, leapin' on it Hip-hop is the hunt, I'm the hunter, creepin' on it I got it and I flaunt it like, birds can fly I set your mental to instrumental you can, murder by In your mental, once you step out of that your sent thru Dimensions not mentionable I'm pinchin' to pull Doberman Pinchers and I'm, henchin' them in you To snap at your buttocks, so be cool, B-Boy And Uprock Top THIS, pop-lock to THIS (got this)
[Chorus x2] We run it down from the ("underground") We run it down from the ("underground") We run it down from the ("underground") This is how we do it from the ("underground") UP, what?
[Verse Three] I kno' you got a lot of shit on your mind Especially when you just got that, lil' itty bitty mind So I must remind you like everytime My rhymes are not somethin' you should take lightly Hold this, fold fist, fight me Like Roy, keep up Jones, Tones, bones, microphones I destroy, so enjoy, you know you like your livelihood all corrupted up You know you like your neighborhood all fucked, up Everything bootleg, all the way down to your ankle I'll lyrically SPANK you, but I'm not tryin' ta turn you on Thank you, welcome, no you're not! Don't even come around dumb around I kno' you rhyme, don't even hum around, don't beatbox NUTTIN'! Just zip up your lip, I'm cuttin' you off like pitbull tails I sit through whales of tales, from all kinds of sharks and fish-eyed fools I don't percolate in your circulation, I just piss in your pool, YO!
[Chorus x2] We run it down from the ("underground") I'll gun you down from the ("underground") You hear that thunder sound? From the ("underground") This is how we do it form the ("underground") UP
[DJ scratches and Mr. Complex ad-libs about himself and skateboarding]
