"La Di Da Di")
 Hey  whatever happened to the *emcees*
 Times done changed for the *emcees*
 Every woman and man wanna *emcee*
 But for what  I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you!
 Hey  whatever happened to the *emcees*
 Times done changed for the *emcees*
 Every woman and man wanna *emcee*
 But for what  I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you!
 Verse One: Dove
 Man I'm on the set like the flicks so let your parents flash
 A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin monsters mash
 Spit Pinnochio's Theory when shit be looking weary
 I need rest, but I boogie for now, I'm on some mess
 like the best mics respond to me
 Living days, like dreams of specializing in the art that pays
 I be a mystic for life, so check my ID number
 Emcees be kneading/needing dough while I make bread like Wonder
 Yes, that's what you heard, so save that acting for the screen
 See you can can that manager with the beans
 I bust emcees like lies surprise em out the box
 Put away the soda pops I'd rather rub on the rocks
 A dime-getter tried to get what I got, for what?
 I guess Southern folks cash makes the lovin come fast
 But I'm past alla that, it's time to break with the breeze
 Get to your knees, here comes the Supa Emcees
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 Verse Two: Pos
 Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches
 Yo I'm dark like Wesley, but I be sparkin more bitches
 and to them my constellation put your lives in jep
 While you others represent, I present my rep
 Cause when it comes to making dents, I'm that main in print
 Even smoked from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint
 Could not prevent, YOU from seeing I'm the light
 but bring attention to my words like some ads in tights
 I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage
 So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam YOU made
 And as he starts cutting what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones
 as if my name was Pete Rock or Sean "Puffy" Combs
 Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam
 with my fleet, here to make this rap game complete
 While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical
 Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal
 Chorus