Dilated Peoples: Olde English

(feat. Defari) [Evidence] Yeah... I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer More shows get my pre-orders up Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer I toured the whole world but never been to Florida They holdin my shit, all winter By the time the shit drop, I done already been there The game's fucked, a thousand soundalikes, it's sad Hard to tell the difference like they fake Louis bags I don't fuck with that industry flow What I do fuck with, is that industry dough BMI, EMI, gimme all that A side deal with who? Why not, where I sign at? I used to do unto others, this the difference This year fuck with things in my best interest This ain't the new, it's the old from way back "Click it or Ticket," man they forcin us to stay strapped Act like you know, right now if not ASAP This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that This time, made up my mind, on my grind On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback [Chorus x2: scratched] Four by four, eight by eight Twenty by twenty bars I demonstrate [Defari] Still blastin away Spit and put the cash away, passion to play Mashin my way through this Babylon Out the gate I get up, I'm the one to gamble on Luxury lyrics I give free of charge Yeah right - my daughters don't starve Holdin me down, pride and truth The immaculate Dilated Peoples crew Four by four, eight by eight Twenty by twenty bars I demonstrate Beat this down the block and you'll be like G's Movin on up like George and Louise On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese My folks, came up, in these L.A. streets I knock, and I bump, like 8:15's They lock, brothers up, for eight fifteens Defari is a method of truth If you wanna know proper etiquette in the booth (uh-huh) Hey 'Ru is the bomb Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme [Chorus] [Rakaa Iriscience] I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Salvador Dali Now we rap Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou Out the disco Xanadu, hip-hop for the streets Now the beat swing numchuk style I'm like Jim Kelly tellin sucker MC's duck down Heavy artillery with the heavenly spittery And third strike energy, rockin cleverly pitchin heat Fernando Valenzuela, original slangster Lost Angels, Atzlan to beautiful danger Call my travel agent, have her arrange South America, South Africa and Southeast Asia Then back to Mid-City we stack and get busy In fact, Drev's barbecuse and Hustle got 'gnac The way I manhandle bully muscle the track Thank God I never focused on hustlin CRACK! It's Rakaa with that educated animal rap I still fight back and question when they handin me scraps In the fresh denim jacket with the sheepskin black With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah [Chorus: scratched to end]