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Pos: this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.
Dove: yeah you know them brothers that we used to
Look up to that fell the fuck off.
Mase: and now they doing all that r&#39;n&#39;b (crocker!)
Dove: you mean rhthym and blues?
De la soul: no! rappin&#39;
Dove:
Connection a click what?
My dick chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain&#39;t thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an afro
In &#39;83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so i get a soul glow
I play the corner tough
And me and mase pull puffs on a blunt
Mase:
Givin&#39; high-five is what i want
So i puff a blunt, i don&#39;t front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then i go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(nah, man, a super ho)
That&#39;s cool &#39;cause i&#39;m still an afro bro
Yeah, i&#39;m live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
&#39;cause i&#39;ve been an afro since birth
Pos:
Yeah
Now i hold my crotch &#39;cause i&#39;m top-notch
I run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live crab
I&#39;ve got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the ave
(you niggas cheat me, well who&#39;s that!)
My breath never smells wack
I eat the watermelon tic-tac
Before i kiss myself i always jump back
(yo, gee, this track is stack)
(and you know that)
I do three flips
When a punk flip on my duke lifts
But i flex more strength when i&#39;m asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
But i may, she flocks round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but i bite my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the native tongue&#39;s thick
Lick &#39;em real good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
I ran a cop down, i smile a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, &#39;cause i ain&#39;t a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
&#39;cause i&#39;m big-willed, blow off like a seal
&#39;cause connection with the afro is real
Dove:
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it&#39;s tough to bluff a cab
No wonder melle mel is &#39;rrrr-rah!&#39;
I play of tape of the son of la-di-da
My cousin rilo sells blow, a g a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for island
I mug a mug vic, but i&#39;s cool, i self
With the quickness i bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don&#39;t understand
Mase:
The maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
(he don&#39;t care, &#39;cause his nigga&#39;s selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a nigga starts some shibidibidit
My crib is uptown, downtown,
And another crib in queens
I munch some cornbread, boar&#39;s head
My favorite porck chops and
A plate of collar greens
I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed
And the rastafarians&#39;ll be the crown in
And the poppa
But the connections are still a high-five
(let&#39;s get busy)

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