Goes With the Word

[Hook] It goes with the word, it goes with the word It goes with the word, it goes with the word [Verse 1: Dave] Yo, everybody's sayin' What to do when suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin' They don't know that the Soul don't go for that Potholes in my lawn And that goes for my rhyme sheet In which I concentrated so hard on, see Don't ask for maximum security Eh yo my dwellin' is swellin' Lit my bud when I happened to fall into a spot Where no ink or an ink-blot was on my scroll I just wrote me a new mot But now it's gone Cause those punks knew that I hate To recognise when they come through And leave with the words [Hook] [Verse 2: Pos] I've found that it's not wise To leave my garden untended cause eyes Has now pardoned all laws of privacy Even paws are after my writer See, I've pursued that everyone's sayin' What to do when suckers are preyin' On my well-guarded spreadsheets Oh why, hell does it send up fleets Of evil-doers through the big hole Give them evil-doers who dig holes Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew I think I'd better plant traces, give clues Or better yet call 911 They get here I inform them I'm the Plug One Of the plug cheer and let them realize the reason For concern of the Soul But yo check it, we gon' do it like this [Verse 3] Ain't no Dilla like the one I got No one can do shit better His beats held the DNA of hip hop And kept it hot like a thermal sweater Can't duplicate it so just leave it alone Nah, you can't duplicate the sound, boy He has a universal sound but the D was his home The D was his home (Mo-Town) The D was his home (Mo-Town) (This is the City of Detroit in the state of Michigan) (This ain't no muthafuckin' cinema, bitch)