de la soul
breakadawn
Ah one two, ah one two Breakadawn, breakadawn Ah one two, ah one two I was born in the Boogie Down catscan Where my building fell down on the rats and People sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile) While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle My father's clean not mean my mind is clear when I transmit I am the man-ner of the family cuz the pants fit I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay, wanna say Salutations to the nation of the Nubians We bout to place you in that 3 Feet of stew again I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm I gotta +Hey Love+ all the honies cause they're short term Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it So get your butt out the sling, I stung Muhammad float a note That means I'm def, so like the autographs you sign until the "Breakadawn, breakadawn" Ah one two, ah one two Ayo groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer Wave the eighteen mill', eat a still Sack or bag of troubles, make the single double Loop the coin and join the minimum wage I had a plan if I was the man, I'd throw the J Lay it low and late night I get sessed Uncondition my ways, of the everyday sunset Wagin my days, to the one bet Cause your breaks'll have the carrot of cakes, whether mine Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder Cause the days of the breaks, be just about over The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here I keep it to the rear, and then I'm EXPLODING I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi I got the flea up in the name "ah one two, ah one two" Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others Latchin on to when I caught the fame "ah one two, ah one two" Pass the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my friend I tell you Jungle Brothers +On the Run+ "ah one two, ah one two" I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry Believe the Genesis like Phil with stills mean that I'm def So like the autographs you sign until the "Breakadawn, breakadawn" Ah one two, ah one two We in the mornin at the end, but in the end I be the is Cause in the mix, man, it's alright Momma got the rhythm to my daylife My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves To the Long I laid the anchor in the 'Ville And how I relate, the same side of my gates Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero degrees And the weather feels fine You opened my eyes man, thought I had a man But how could I eyescan, I wasn't around I seen the states and played the dates in the far-far Gathered the new, from the zoas around Grew up with Mikey Rodes and played the codes Sometimes I don't budge, without my cous' Fuzz/fuzz A simple, "How ya do?" Ah check it from my friends and my crew Makes it definitely special Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough I got the huff, and puff, to blow the house low You know the neverending factor while I'm over, tell a squid I know an Enterprising brother, so report to the bridge I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right (Cause a squid is just a punk) Yo he deserved to lose the fight I might meander 'cross your dream, travellin up the stream Plug Wonder Wonder Why you're lonely tonight We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by the live shell Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel Motel, holiday, inn-fact! I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul Is sure to show you we will hit the charter harder Than the normal rappin fool "ah one two, ah one two"