My Year

[Intro: Posdnuos]

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[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

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Streets don’t look the same

When we talkin' 'bout the–

'Cause it’s my year

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