Clash Symphony - De La Soul

That’s right I made that name First Serve, I’ma serve my shit first

(Cause we heard it first! Big shout out to my man Chokolate!)

King’s Hill, Trinity Ave., man y’all stand the fuck up on this one

(It's the break-up! Pop Life, Deen Witter!)

You already know what it is

(And aah…)

Platinum on plaques live infinite flying elite

It’s Pop Life!

(Pop Life!) Many done heard

The word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter

Gave himself a pink slip, dude couldn’t handle

Scared to get his hands dirty (Peace!)

Tony Randall, these episodes of Odd Couples' cancelled

Devoid of simpty (meaning) not in sync

Could give a fuck of what you think yo, but watch what you say

I wasn’t raised for you to tiptoe through them two lips (nah)

Don’t get knocked on ya ass from from what’s passed through lips

I’m equipped with that one two check, shot out the syringe

We merge into the traffic, travel throughout your body

To relay the classic hymns — (Hollowed be thy name)

Your name’s hollow and your fame shoulda followed

Face it yo, your glow is diminishing

While your new nemesis is findin that genesis

No need for tissue cause there’s no need for crying

Life’s the main issue even when lives are dying

The world’ll keeps spinnin without givin an eye blink (So?)

So I’ma keep spendin while I’m rockin on my minks (Yeah!)

And don’t even think this in your little subordinates to my coordinates

I send 'em right to Jesus' crib

Think I’m talkin crazy?

Yes I’m very!

Fuck you and your mom, she look like Tyler Perry with a wig, nigga!

(Uh-oh, it ain’t over now!)

It’s Part 2 in this bitch!

(Goon Time!)

You fuckin with the wrong group of people

Lenore Agnes Witter (I'ma let momma tell it)

You fuckin heard my name!

We do this shit nigga!

Ya heard me?

ya heard me?

Get they ass, baby (get 'em!)

Wack niggaz fantasize of borrowin flows

Tell the big mouth that the bank is closed

The shit I stand for is off-limit to challengers (Yeah baby)

You twirl the baton while I’m swingin this Excalibur (Bitch nigga!)

And ma co-signed it, peep you’re side-windin

Brokeback Mountain-ass climbin

Shoulda known blood didn’t mix with vinegar

You sinister, ya hot cha-cha hand is soiled

Caught up in the cake mix, you’re expired and wasted

The only runnin the streets you doin is with laced-up Asics

You’re basic;

see this boy’s a boiled egg

Soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow

My man Acapello said he heard you up the block runnin your mandies

He had a full clip in the candy

He was ready to take the w/rapper off, applaud your physical and BURP you

Nigga you a purple hanky (You a purple hanky, bitch!)

A young prince fuckin with Doughboy

The only Boyz n the Hood you got, is a car mechanic

You are a panic!

A gamut of audible ass whippins is lined up

Tear that behind up — hey easy!

It’s men here, take your pumps off

You ain’t a hoe, you just a jump-off

Call a nigga Froggy (Uh-uh, call that nigga Maurice!)

See me in the streets, I’m like the «Da-Dant Daaan!»

(That's right, Deen Witter, bitch!)

(Uh-uh, looks like it’s gon' get ugly up in this one!)

Shit, damn right it got ugly

I mean, brother against brother

(That's my word! If I see that nigga in the streets, I’ma bust his ass.)

Fam takin sides and shit

(Aiyyo, ya man Pop, he always pussy)

I mean the fucked-up thing about it, the nigga Goon Time

He profittin on the whole thing!

(Yeah!)

What we gon do now?

It’s all fucked-up now, it’s all fucked up now

Yeah it was fucked-up for a minute

Yo, I wind up layin low for 'bout four months

But after they came and kicked down Goon Time’s door

(Oh!) I had to bounce!