Dilated Peoples

Dilated Peoples - Olde English songtekst

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(feat. Defari)



[Evidence]

Yeah...

I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer

More shows get my pre-orders up

Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer

I toured the whole world but never been to Florida

They holdin my shit, all winter

By the time the shit drop, I done already been there

The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes, it's sad

Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags

I don't fuck with that industry flow

What I do fuck with, is that industry dough

BMI, EMI, gimme all that

A side deal with who? Why not, where I sign at?

I used to do unto others, this the difference

This year fuck with things in my best interest

This ain't the new, it's the old from way back

"Click it or Ticket," man they forcin us to stay strapped

Act like you know, right now if not ASAP

This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that

This time, made up my mind, on my grind

On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback



[Chorus x2: scratched]

Four by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars I demonstrate



[Defari]

Still blastin away

Spit and put the cash away, passion to play

Mashin my way through this Babylon

Out the gate I get up, I'm the one to gamble on

Luxury lyrics I give free of charge

Yeah right - my daughters don't starve

Holdin me down, pride and truth

The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew

Four by four, eight by eight

Twenty by twenty bars I demonstrate

Beat this down the block and you'll be like G's

Movin on up like George and Louise

On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese

My folks, came up, in these L.A. streets

I knock, and I bump, like 8:15's

They lock, brothers up, for eight fifteens

Defari is a method of truth

If you wanna know proper etiquette in the booth

(uh-huh) Hey 'Ru is the bomb

Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme



[Chorus]



[Rakaa Iriscience]

I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali

Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Salvador Dali

Now we rap Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou

Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the streets

Now the beat swing numchuk style

I'm like Jim Kelly tellin sucker MC's duck down

Heavy artillery with the heavenly spittery

And third strike energy, rockin cleverly pitchin heat

Fernando Valenzuela, original slangster

Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger

Call my travel agent, have her arrange

South America, South Africa and Southeast Asia

Then back to Mid-City we stack and get busy

In fact, Drev's barbecuse and Hustle got 'gnac

The way I manhandle bully muscle the track

Thank God I never focused on hustlin CRACK!

It's Rakaa with that educated animal rap

I still fight back and question when they handin me scraps

In the fresh denim jacket with the sheepskin black

With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah



[Chorus: scratched to end]
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