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 f** off.
Mase: and now they doing all that r'n'b sh..(crocker!)
Dove: you mean rhthym and blues?
De la soul: no! rappin' bullsh...
Dove:
Connection a, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an afro
In '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' high-five is what i want
So i puff a blunt, i don't front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then i go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(nah, man, a super ho)
That's cool 'cause i'm still an afro bro
Yeah, i'm live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
'cause i've been an afro since birth
Pos:
Yeah
Now i hold my crotch 'cause i'm top-notch
I run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live crab
I've got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the ave
(you n***as cheat me, well who'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'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's thick
Lick '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, 'cause i ain't a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
'cause i'm big-willed, blow off like a seal
'cause connection with the afro is real
Dove:
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it's tough to bluff a cab
No wonder melle mel is 'rrrr-rah!'
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's cool, i self
With the quickness i bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don'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't care, 'cause his n***a'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 n***a starts some shibidibidit
My crib is uptown, downtown, l.i.
And another crib in queens
I munch some cornbread, boar's head
My favorite porck chops and
A plate of collar greens
I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed
And the rastafarians'll be the crown in
And the poppa
But the connections are still a high-five
(let's get busy)