Declaration Lyrics by De La Soul

Declaration Lyrics


    Yo, this girl called me..
    "hi pos! heard your shit, back in style baby!"
    .. heard the de la, said i'm back in style y'know?
    Heh..

    [scratching]
    "you-you-you.. you need to stop"
    "i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy
    "jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> p. smith
    "there's always one.. (one!)"
    "amateurs get hung with they own gold chains" -> rebel ins
    "there it is!!"
    "i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy

    [pos/plug won]
    The average mc sells terror
    We nail terror up against the wall for target practice
    Not one of your top five mc's
    But i see clearly with ease you lack this
    Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
    Playin host to your regiment
    Who rally to boast, but now boast no more
    They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
    I came specifically, to fracture yo' ability
    To grandstand anywhere next to me
    This is the year, when the true better man
    Keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word!)
    Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
    By the ones who hated me on spittin tighter
    Salute these "supa emcees" for bein clever;
    And never use the weed as a ghost writer

    [scratching]
    "i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy
    "jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> p. smith
    "run a rapper through a maze like a experiment" -> malik b
    "yeah, word up!"
    "i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy

    [pos/plug won]
    Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin scared
    So in one stare they gettin strapped
    Cash rules nuttin from below the belt
    The dick choose to melt asses where them dollars at?
    (where them dollars at?) musta been bitten by a rabbit
    Actin silly like that; your pop culture need a diaper change
    I'm snatchin the mic, like i'm lootin
    With a whole lot of shootin while you're keepin out of sniper range
    Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
    You dead center in your tracks with your hands high
    Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like hendrix
    All the hard rocks at liquor spots
    All over the scene, makin it messy
    So we make a clean getaway to a better day
    Can't say the same, for them cats who left the game
    Cause they couldn't claim the better pay
    This ain't no masquerade
    So the mass parade of people need to stop frontin
    There's truly a few makin them hits
    While us, we got our mitts closed cause you on the field buntin
    Make it to third bass, but never reach home
    The word is, your whereabouts is unknown
    While we're that point of view, that you never really knew
    With the stitch to keep the cut sewn (de la!)

    [scratching]
    "i declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> prodigy
    "jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> p. smith
    ..

    Rock a bye baby!! on the tree top!!
    When the wind blows!! the cradle will rock!!
    Rock!! ro..

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