Supa Emcees De La Soul

[Intro]
That's the sound of the poor
(Emcee)

[Chorus]
Hey, whatever happened to the (Emcee)
Times done changed for the (Emcee)
Every woman and man wanna (Emcee)
But for what, I tell you (emcee)-ing ain't for you!
Hey, whatever happened to the (Emcee)
Times done changed for the (Emcee)
Every woman and man wanna (Emcee)
But for what, I tell you (emcee)-ing ain't for you!

[Verse 1: Dove]
Man, I'm on the set like the flicks, so let your cameras flash
A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin' monsters mash
Spit Pinocchio'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 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 madness with the beans
I bust emcees like lies, surprise 'em out the box
Put away the soda pops, I’d rather rum on the rocks
A dime-getter tried to get what I got, for what?
I guess other folks' cash makes the lovin' come phat
But I'm past all of that, it's time to break with the breeze
Get to your knees, here comes the Supa Emcees, emcees