He Comes (feat. Ghostface)

Track byDe La Soul

  • 2004.10.05
  • 3:44


"Oh, whaddya know? He comes" [Posdonus] Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown Drown you like terrible weather Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin To all - rise and shine - give God the glory I already give a percent of mine to Bert & Cory And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days My ways of control is hard to swallow Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind Sorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint's mine Dis-play your indie but say no - - more or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo - to the dirt - and edit the clip and lost Kano My mens wear problems like Timbs See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win Scores to settle, crews to crush You rush right in to see him do it with a smile It's Long Isle y'all, longevity sustainin my celebrity status From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all I was told to step righteous, so when it's done everyone will say I stepped right And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop shinin his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light "A few short words, and whaddya know?" "Oh, whaddya know? He comes" [Dave] Aiyyo I'm up against these walls, here's my back stiff straight up Dazzle and razzlin broads like I'm little Juan Magic Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop Top drama every time these commas don't drop Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth to shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six I circumcise the track, you just a dick - overlapped and hooded Skin repeated like Stutterin John I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet in a place she believes, much better than your lies She say she lookin better in my eyes, bullshit! Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin to fuck I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me Bifocusedly die hopeless sometimes Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time When God is an non pos', you stand to download Demanded like slaves on trial - we want free Man cock aim ready, it's time you MC So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti runs through my veins since cable with the wired remote Woodgrainin like you wired his float [Ghostface] C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow A group of kids so original [Ghost] You heard? [Ghostface] Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers Bitin is forbidden pah, pay that tax And don't you ever look at us funny - boy, we'll bring rap back And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men with dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA and just lay whooptay whooptay? Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude's toupee Since tunin into T-La Rock'n AJ Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ Girls you can go cruisin in my OJ "A few short words, and whaddya know?" "Oh, whaddya know? He comes"


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