Rock Co. Cane Flow lyrics

Song information

Artist: De La Soul
Album: The Grind Date

Lyrics

[Pos]
Up in them five star tellies sayin two mic rhymes
Be them average emcees of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without sayin' a producers name
All over the track
Yeah I said it! what 'cha need ta do, is get back
To reading credits. (we the medics)
Alphabetically stuck on that a grade shit, now
Quit now, before we pour that sure shot
Pure rock co kane flow
[Doom]
From the top of the key for three, villain
Been on in the game as long as he could wheelie a schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask whoever laugh, give em 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 hour glass is still slow
Flow from hellborn to free power like lilco
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay you's when it comes to who's more cleverer
Used to wore a leather goose v with the fur collar
And charged a fee for loose leaf, words per dollar
Ya heard holla. 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
[Dave]
Now put your blix up
These riddick bo cuts is swoll like penile flicks
So give em twenty
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler;
Bring ya tallest champs, like that much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab stamina, styles all irreverent
Camps and clicks, units, squad crews and clans
Even ya tongues'll fuck around and lose ya maw
[Doom]
Doom brung that bum...there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like toucan sam an em';
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
They rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String em up, ring em up, under wack junk snack
And get that out your hand punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul. we all know the rules bro
You slow, you blow the super
You fools, his own boss like hugo
[Pos]
You go lights, camera, action wit no make-up
We de la til the death or at least until we break up
Here's a couple a nice guys who finish first
So nice try but the prize is ours, disperse
They say the good die young so I added some
Bad ass 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 ta hop on no ones 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 praise or to raise the bar
Yeah this raised anyways so amazin' are
The three li brothers from the other way thinkin'
Hey ya' ladies winkin'
I think ya' need to control that
Or I have to hold that
[Dave]
The elements are airborne I smell the success
Yo let's cookie cut this 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 (ahhh)
So refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates. the birth dates
September 2-1, 1-9-6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad too late