Pos: this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.Dove: yeah you
know them brothers that we used toLook up to that fell the fuck
off.Mase: and now they doing all that r'n'b
sh..(crocker!)Dove: you mean rhthym and blues?De la soul: no!
rappin' bullsh...Dove:Connection a click what?My dick
chickI smack a fish if you thinksMy connection ain't thick,
dickHeaded like a punk whipI travel miles with a rhythmic lipI
rock an afroIn '83, gee, yoAnd spray the sheen so i get a
soul glowI play the corner toughAnd me and mase pull puffs on a
bluntMase:Givin' high-five is what i wantSo i puff a blunt,
i don't frontI get spliffed, get a stiffThen i go hump a
stuntLike a pimp pro(nah, man, a super ho)That's cool
'cause i'm still an afro broYeah, i'm live for my
life is hecticEvery hour, every minute, every secondI keep a
level head and stay down to earth'cause i've been an
afro since birthPos:YeahNow i hold my crotch 'cause
i'm top-notchI run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live
crabI've got five beepers, you scabBut you can find me
directly on the ave(you niggas cheat me, well who's
that!)My breath never smells wackI eat the watermelon
tic-tacBefore i kiss myself i always jump back(yo, gee, this
track is stack)(and you know that)I do three flipsWhen a punk
flip on my duke liftsBut i flex more strength when i'm
asleepOn the other side with his main tapesMake her dry her
face, buy her gold earlocksBut i may, she flocks round me like a
donutShe got sprinkles but i bite my way outMore brothers come
about, try to scheme slickBut the native tongue's thickLick
'em real good, like a real hood shouldBut the fly tape let
the car speakers shakeI ran a cop down, i smile a frown with a
butShow gold teeth, 'cause i ain't a vegetarianNot
scared of beef, sport a feather like chiefGot a scribble pad,
you can get these gonads'cause i'm big-willed, blow
off like a seal'cause connection with the afro is
realDove:I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a dissBecause
it's tough to bluff a cabNo wonder melle mel is
'rrrr-rah!'I play of tape of the son of la-di-daMy
cousin rilo sells blow, a g a dayKeeps his kids hooray, a size
nine and halfI kicks my tricks, is to live for islandI mug a mug
vic, but i's cool, i selfWith the quickness i bust the true
slangShow no pit to those who don't understandMase:The
maseo got tailed with the big bailI busted loose but now the
blue goose is on my tailI seen the ghetto go lower than it is(he
don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to
the kids)My jeans are brand new, with twelve moreIn the closet
with my silk, and belowMy 45 pack thick, draw quickIf a nigga
starts some shibidibiditMy crib is uptown, downtown, l.i.And
another crib in queensI munch some cornbread, boar's headMy
favorite porck chops andA plate of collar greensI chill with
shymel, akeem, jaheedAnd the rastafarians'll be the crown
inAnd the poppaBut the connections are still a
high-five(let's get busy)
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