Rock Co.Kane Flow Songtext
von De La Soul feat. MF DOOM

Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes
Be them average MC′s of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without sayin' a producer′s name all over the track
Yeah, I said it!
What you need to do is get back to reading credits
We them medics, alphabetically stuck on that English
Knock it out before we pour that sure shot more rock cocaine flow

From the top of the key, for three, Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo


And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose-leaf words for dollar
Ya′ heard? Holler, broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It′s a stick up

Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes′ll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller (taller)
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, style′s all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth

DOOM brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and ′em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, bring ′em up under whack junk snack
Now get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules, bro, you slow
You blow the soup on your fools, his own boss like Hugo


You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
Here′s a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
Badass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein' hot
It′s about if you can handle bein' cold or not
And we was told to hop on no one′s dick by Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all

First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
And don′t do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinking
Hey your lady′s winking, I think you need to control that
Or I′ll have to hold that

The elements are airborne, I smell the success
(Yo, let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies ′til I turn blue in the lips
Sippin' broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birthdates′ September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late