[Intro: Posdnuos]
We be talkin' 'bout the–
When we talkin' 'bout the–
We be talkin' 'bout the–
When we talkin' 'bout the–
[Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos]
Ain’t no cotton you must plow
We be talkin' 'bout the–
Streets don’t look the same
When we talkin' 'bout the–
'Cause it’s my year
[Verse 1: Posdnuos of De La Soul, Corey Glover]
In peace, we ain’t willing to rest in
Resurrect respect in
The brand, the 3 man collection
Provide parachutes to drop jewels in silence
Land upon your mind with no detection
Ya subconscious rooting for us, so it allows the injection
Just a dose of that 20 plus años – analytics
We outlast the crews and the critics
We 180 bit – three-sixty-fifth days of spit
Hands on the switch – 'cause it's (My year)
I got a piece of the ghetto, walking in stilettos
Letting me know that it’s (My year), sky’s the limit
Mistaken for "the guy who use to be in De La Soul"
Nah, I tell 'em "I'm the one who's still in it"
Membership for life, and every one of these months is now my wife
'Cause it's (My year)
A lot of crews without dues want us to wither
But the game keep us around 'cause we know just what to give her
Long Hip-Hop dick
Anchored in cement, and yet, we never brick
[Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos]
Ain’t no cotton you must plow
We be talkin' 'bout the–
Streets don’t look the same
When we talkin' 'bout the–
'Cause it’s my year
[Verse 2: Dave of De La Soul]
The comfort level had me gripping on the KelTec
Ain't no spell-check, your intel smells a mess
Your field day got holes in the potato sack
The kitchen ain't cold, and y’all ain't made for that
Drums dig deep like Beatminerz
We woke, while y’all sleep with the beat biters
Sixth sense had me coughing up the lyrics
Newport niggas trying to lean on my Spirits
Hands off the paint, we under the hood
If you let the books tell it, then the numbers are good
Been here since the '89 Cool J tour
You know Chris caught a bid, and we sorta slid
And got – them blue and red lights ain't gang affiliated
The long arm of the draw is fully illustrated
I push pens to stay out of the horse play
You pony-ass niggas ride all day
Let’s all pray
[Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos, (Rasheed Chappell)]
Ain’t no cotton you must plow
We be talkin' 'bout the–
Streets don’t look the same (At all)
When we talkin' 'bout the–
'Cause it’s my year
[Verse 3: Rasheed Chappell]
It’s my year – Times Square, watch the ball drop
Paid dues, now it’s my turn to call shots
From the slums, Native Tongue was the currency
Dollars make sense and my sense of urgency, currently
I’m thoroughly respected
Bridge gaps, I’m thoroughly connected
On thoroughfares and highways
Get high praise
It’s my name up in neon lights
Beyond bright
Vision beyond sight
Chappell with two P’s
Get pee'd on twice
Beat on mics
'Til they bleed out life
Violate restraining orders
'Cause it be on sight
I’m beyond nice
Nigga beyond Christ
Resurrect and walk on water
Like l be on ice
I be on dice
Like the 4, 5, 6
To ever go against–you must be on pipe
And l don’t got a minute to spare
Or a kind word
Either master the flame, or it’s your urn
I sharpened my blade, 'til it was my turn
Now it’s off with your heads, that’s my word
[Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos]
Ain’t no cotton you must plow
We be talkin' 'bout the–
Streets don’t look the same
When we talkin' 'bout the–
'Cause it’s my year
[Verse 4: Pharoahe Monch]
{*gunshot*}
Now that’s the onomatopoeia
And you don’t have to Wonder if it’s Songs In The Key Of
The Music Of My Mind could be spotted through my eyes
My Innervisions telling me it’s Hotter Than July
Anti-coagulation for you blood clots
Throwing up a middle finger for the mug shot
Soliloquies and syllables, still hugging the block
Like a intricate thug's plot to tuck knots
My mic is like a Smith & Wesson
The lesson is you need to Duck Down before I Buck-{*shot*}
Believe me, I will lift a leaf off of your 4 leaf clover
That's leaving you out of luck
And you are more likely to get struck by lightning
Than successfully likening
Yourself to the God of Thunder who comes through in the clutch
(By the hand...) By the hand of God, you'll get touched
Inspiring goals like bicycle kicks, you thought not?!
I’m fire in the hole, like Lucifer playing shortstop
The plot's clear, the top tier, let’s stop there
For real, b – there's cops here, it’s hot here
[Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos]
Ain’t no cotton you must plow
We be talkin' 'bout the–
Streets don’t look the same
When we talkin' 'bout the–
'Cause it’s my year
We be talkin' 'bout the– My year
When we talkin' 'bout the– My year
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When we talkin' 'bout the–
We be talkin' 'bout the–
When we talkin' 'bout the–
Ain’t no cotton you must plow
We be talkin' 'bout the–
Streets don’t look the same
When we talkin' 'bout the–
'Cause it’s my year
We be talkin' 'bout the– My year
When we talkin' 'bout the– My year
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