Supa Emcees Lyrics by De La Soul

Supa Emcees Lyrics

    Chorus: (slick rick sample from mc ricky d and doug e. fresh's "la-di-da-di")

    Hey, whatever happened to the *emcees*
    Times done changed for the *emcees*
    Every woman and man wanna *emcee*
    But for what, i tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you!

    Hey, whatever happened to the *emcees*
    Times done changed for the *emcees*
    Every woman and man wanna *emcee*
    But for what, i tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you!

    Verse one: dove

    Man i'm on the set like the flicks so let your parents flash
    A splash bigger than whales, i'm makin monsters mash
    Spit pinnochio'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 kneading/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 manager with the beans
    I bust emcees like lies surprise em out the box
    Put away the soda pops i'd rather rub on the rocks
    A dime-getter tried to get what i got, for what?
    I guess southern folks cash makes the lovin come fast
    But i'm past alla that, it's time to break with the breeze
    Get to your knees, here comes the supa emcees

    Chorus

    Verse two: pos

    Within this program of rap, i'll eradicate the glitches
    Yo i'm dark like wesley, but i be sparkin more bitches
    And to them my constellation put your lives in jep
    While you others represent, i present my rep
    Cause when it comes to making dents, i'm that main in print
    Even smoked from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint
    Could not prevent, you from seeing i'm the light
    But bring attention to my words like some ads in tights
    I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage
    So mase pulls that instrumental from the jam you made
    And as he starts cutting what you sold, i'll talk all over your tones
    As if my name was pete rock or sean "puffy" combs
    Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones i roam
    With my fleet, here to make this rap game complete
    While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical
    Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal

    Chorus

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