[Intro: De La Soul]
It's comin' out, it's comin' out
It's comin' out y'all, it's comin' out y'all
So Com Sense, Plug One (Plug One)
Mos Def (Mos Def), ha ha ha ha
Dr. Ama (Dr. Ama), Maseo, De La (De La)
Ha ha ha ha
L.I. (L.I.), Brooklyn (Brooklyn), Chi-town (Chi-town)
Ha ha ha ha (What)
You see, this is the way, this is the way (Way)
This is the way we organize
[Verse 1: Trugoy the 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 (Uh), the houses (Uh), the horses (Uh)
Of course it's much greater than your Benz 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 'cause dime-getters be gazin' (What they call you?)
They call me Luther Van', they say my style is So Amazin' (Ha ha)
I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the last laughter
'Cause 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 champagne sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound from N.Y. to Chi-town
What that prove? You're so full you can't even move
It's comin' out, it's comin' out
It's comin' out y'all, it's comin' out y'all
So Com Sense, Plug One (Plug One)
Mos Def (Mos Def), ha ha ha ha
Dr. Ama (Dr. Ama), Maseo, De La (De La)
Ha ha ha ha
L.I. (L.I.), Brooklyn (Brooklyn), Chi-town (Chi-town)
Ha ha ha ha (What)
You see, this is the way, this is the way (Way)
This is the way we organize
[Verse 1: Trugoy the 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 (Uh), the houses (Uh), the horses (Uh)
Of course it's much greater than your Benz 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 'cause dime-getters be gazin' (What they call you?)
They call me Luther Van', they say my style is So Amazin' (Ha ha)
I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the last laughter
'Cause 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 champagne sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound from N.Y. to Chi-town
What that prove? You're so full you can't even move
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