Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")
 And and bass up the track a little bit
 Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom  knowhatI'msayin?
 Yeah yeah you know the bizness
 Common Sense  soul with the De La
 Get all them play ahs
 We the rhyme sayers
 Huh  and that's the bizness  hah
 Gonna do it like this
 Gettin it that
 Like the Chicago streets
 Verse One: Dove
 I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
 Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie
 Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
 So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)
 Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex
 The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
 Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das
 Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
 And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
 They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
 I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter
 Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after
 I haveta, send respects to real money makers
 Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers
 Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
 Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move
 Chorus:
 Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
 And can't another brother cook these delicacies
 Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
 Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
 And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
 I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
 I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
 I sit and think with a drink...
 Verse Two: Common
 Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve
 Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it
 Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester
 I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor
 In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a
 refa-ree in soul control of my
 desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five
 Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers
 take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass
 Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators
 Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner
 I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!)
 At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection
 But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings
 upon rhymes old man who called him traitor
 Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict
 Chorus:
 I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
 I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
 And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
 And can't no other brother cook these delicacies
 Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One
 Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
 Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
 Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
 Verse Three: Pos
 I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee
 Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York peeve
 It's me, wonder why, in the place to be
 Certified, as superior, MC
 While others explore to make it hardcore
 I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door
 Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming
 And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
 the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
 My rhymes escalates like black death rates
 Over music plates, being played as the rule
 Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools
 who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching
 I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth
 you reside, you're not even a man
 So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride
 But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life
 You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right
 That's understanding microphone mathematics
 Which leaves the currency in temporary world status
 And when one shows he posed threat to this one
 This one will make that one into none
 Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero
 If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from
 Chorus:
 Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One
 Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
 Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
 I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
 And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
 And can't another brother cook these delicacies
 See can't another brother cook these delicacies
 See can't another brother cook these delicacies
 Outro: Common
 Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh
 Like triple it, alright
 That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
 The type of freestyler flow
 Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more
 Hah
 Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the LP*
 To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop
 To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop
 And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop
 Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop
 And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop
 And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop
 And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop
 My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop
 And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop
 And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop
 And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop
 That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop
 And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop
 And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop
 And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop
 And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
 And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop
 And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop
 And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop
 And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop
 And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop
 Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"*
 Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son)
 I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to
 Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
 So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December
 I'm a member of them kids from the inner city
 Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making
 more money than a pagan holiday
 Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say