DE LA SOUL - HE COMES Lyrics

"Oh, whaddya know? He comes"[Posdonus]Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clownDrown you like terrible weatherNobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly SimonMost rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhyminTo all - rise and shine - give God the gloryI already give a percent of mine to Bert & CoryAnd still got bills and employees to paySo excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my daysMy ways of control is hard to swallowKnown to lead, but some would rather see me follow behindSorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint's mineDis-play your indie but say no - - more or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo- to the dirt - and edit the clip and lost KanoMy mens wear problems like TimbsSee it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to winScores to settle, crews to crushYou rush right in to see him do it with a smileIt's Long Isle y'all, longevity sustainin my celebrity statusFrom AM to PM, you see him on file y'allI was told to step righteous, so when it's doneeveryone will say I stepped rightAnd whether through religion, or stopped by the copshinin his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light"A few short words, and whaddya know?""Oh, whaddya know? He comes"[Dave]Aiyyo I'm up against these walls, here's my back stiff straight upDazzle and razzlin broads like I'm little Juan MagicMagnetically handle mics, they don't dropTop drama every time these commas don't dropPop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worthto shoot the rock homey in many courts of ballFour couldn't do it, so we bring all sixI circumcise the track, you just a dick - overlapped and hoodedSkin repeated like Stutterin JohnI repeat like yesterday, it don't stopGeorge of this poor life pop, put to Scarletin a place she believes, much better than your liesShe say she lookin better in my eyes, bullshit!Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin to fuckI put the pudding on her like Bill CosbyI tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused meBifocusedly die hopeless sometimesYo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one timeWhen God is an non pos', you stand to downloadDemanded like slaves on trial - we want freeMan cock aim ready, it's time you MCSo you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti runsthrough my veins since cable with the wired remoteWoodgrainin like you wired his float[Ghostface]C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La SoulWe was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years oldTake us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flowA group of kids so original[Ghost] You heard?[Ghostface]Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'emWe kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancersBitin is forbidden pah, pay that taxAnd don't you ever look at us funny - boy, we'll bring rap backAnd that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of menwith dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you inFor you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo InnHula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new KedsCutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classicsBuck bastards in broad day and tuck casketsNext to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PAand just lay whooptay whooptay?Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude's toupeeSince tunin into T-La Rock'n AJGhostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJGirls you can go cruisin in my OJ"A few short words, and whaddya know?""Oh, whaddya know? He comes"