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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Vocals
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Vocals
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Songwriter
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Songwriter
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Songwriter
Common
Common
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
De La Soul
De La Soul
Producer
Scotty Hard
Scotty Hard
Mixing Engineer
Michael Fossenkemper
Michael Fossenkemper
Mastering Engineer
Tim Latham
Tim Latham
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, you know The Bizness
Common Sense, Soul with the De La
Forget all them playas
We the rhyme sayers
Huh, and that's The Bizness
Gonna do it like this
Gettin' it hot
Like the Chicago streets
[Verse 1]
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale lye
Play the greater man's game to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres (Uhh) the houses (Yeah) the horses (Huh)
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 be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
And never, flaunt the coin 'cause dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
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 have to send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champagne sippin' money-fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? You're so full you can't even move (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet Earth making money, having fun
And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink
[Verse 2]
Do you wanna be a MC, or do you wanna serve?
Do you wanna be dope, or do you wanna deal it?
Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester
I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor
In fact I get more hoes than Tessa
Peep game like a referee
In sole control of my destiny
In the best of, three out of five
Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers
Take a dive like Greg Louganis with his ****
Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators
Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner
I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her
At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection
But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings
Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor
Big Com-stradamus, **** styles I predict
[Chorus]
I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet Earth making money, having fun
Walk around the planet Earth making money, having fun
Walk around the planet Earth making money, having fun
[Verse 3]
I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'
Droppin’ more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'
It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be
Certified as superior MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for wack MC's to even step inside the door
'Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming
And when we get to racing on the mic
They line up to see the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like black death rates
Over musical plates, being played as the rule
Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools
Who claims to drop jewels, but for now you do the catching
I don't worry on what crew you run
Or what section of earth you reside
You're not even a man, so I don't deem it mandatory taking your pride
But I will, 'cause my man said Soulful Delight
You cried "Keepin' it real," yet you should try keepin' it right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Which leads to currency and temporary world status
And when one shows he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation, zero
You shouldn't play hero if you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from
[Chorus]
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet Earth making money, having fun
I’m the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
See, can't another brother cook these delicacies
See, can't another brother cook these delicacies
Written by: David Jude Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Lonnie Lynn, Vincent Mason
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