The D.O.C.

The D.O.C. - Portrait Of A Masterpiece lyrics

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C'mon, yea, c'mon
 Let's take a trip but not of the physical
 Sense of direction on a kid who's artistical
 Through a gallery of thoughts, of course it's dope
 Pay it tough like the name on my rope
 Watch it be weary instead of steppin wit the boys
 A musical massacre of inadequate noise
 By the new authority 'cause of majority
 Of peers who hear will award superiority
 To those who know you knew now it's inedable
 I laid the track and it's simple unforgettable
 Time had hold me better than gold, I sold
 And in front of a group of soul is a new episode
 So like see if you can grab a pawn yet another one
 Take it to the everyday like it's done the son
 Words connected up to another degree
 And if an artist who planned it there, potrait of a masterpiece
 It's unquestionable
 The lyrice used, the D.O.C.'s a professional
 Nothing exquisite to prohibit you from listening up
 Crisp and clean that I'm only seven up
 I preside ill dippy dope to frantic to panic
 And just a man on a mission wit something more in the attic
 I'm just an ordinary, faring very few
 Do it to the mic, is the D.O. to the C., you
 Made the choice that doesn't need to pretend
 I'm on the extend, I know about the ?(elevator end)?
 But anytime between I'm spinning
 Play strong, write it like it never ending
 Keep creating while suckers are hating me now
 Keep the upper hand 'cause the respond is gonna plow
 No one can handle the physical torture
 I've been taking and no matter what, I'll support'cha
 Goals and dreams although is seems it won't come true
 All of that is up to you, yo
 But if you can't handle
 You need a check, 'cause rap's like a gamble
 Basically outspoken, keeping them choking on
 But you recall, yo, a helluva rap song
 Doing it forever together wit Dre, it will never cease
 Plenty of records like Potrait of a masterpiece
 Not an exceptionalist
 Set of teh norm, walking and holding my testicles
 ?(swoon for a six)?, spell out what it means to be dope
 The D.O. to the C., they can't cope
 Deal the real, yo, it's better 'cause I had to be
 Better than any 'cause of majority
 Negative never, I'm all about a positive force if you recall
 It's the D.O.C. on the ball
 Rap much greater, Dre upon the fader
 Pump the bass and the pace
 Most like by the D.O.C and this is it
 'Cause when it's hype, then I feel that it's shit
 Word, never would I stop, I drop the beat I will
 Especialy when I have to kill
 I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6' 3
 And I really don't think you wanna deal wit me
 Potrait of a,
 Hold on Dre stop the beat, let me catch my breath
 (Dr. Dre) (ayo man, why ya stopping that was funky)
 To catch my breath
 (Dre) alright you got it (yea) kick it
 (The D.O.C)
 Strong blowing kisses to the wind
 The D.O.C. in fact to attack the wicky wack
 And take the rightful place at a rightful time
 The D.O. to the C. and it's mine
 Move, 'cause no one's gonna take ?(despiers)?
 Doing the groove, why, 'cause it's the diggy diggy D.O.C.
 (Dr. Dre)
 Yea that's cool, let's go to the next record
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Author: ?

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Publisher: Ruthless Records

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Released in: 1989

Language: English

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