Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Formula, artist - D.O.C.. Album song No One Can Do It Better, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2005
Record label: Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
The Formula |
High energy flowin' with the wisdom |
Sense of a rich man, knowledge and the rhythm |
This is what I’m using to come up with a style |
So I’ll interact altogether better with the crowd |
Nervous for a second then the record starts spinnin' |
And I fall into the state of mind of what I’d just created |
Pump it like the Dr. D into the R.E. |
suckers ready to leap |
Up on the tip when we made it |
Creative so I’ll never be regarded as a regular |
More than just a little bit better than my competitor |
You should never underestimate the fashion |
I hold for the stage whether I’m coolin' or thrashin'' |
Clockin' the concoction created by me |
When read you read E = the D.O. |
to the C |
Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her |
Equals an artist that won’t be worn, what is that Dre? |
It’s the formula |
It’s like a message that only I could understand |
But those who want to comprehend will again |
Be in the midst of the brother |
Unlike another in any way |
Cause Dre don’t play, say what the other say |
Originality is a must whenever I bust |
A funky composition, it’s crush and I trust that you |
Know it when you hear a funky record with potential |
Me gettin' hype cause Dre rockin' the instrumental |
Nothing like what you’ve heard before and more, never less |
See I don’t Fess, I mean I’m like fresh if not the freshest |
When I’m expressin' my thoughts on |
Vinyl, you can’t help but listen up and get caught on |
Hooked because I cook when I pick up a pen |
And begin, in the end it’s dope, that’s cause I want to win |
Knowledge and the talent that my mother had born to her |
Equals the DOC, what is it Dre? |
Yo, man, that’s the formula |
Keepin' it dope as long as I can like imagine |
Makin' each record that I do better than the last one |
Take a little time, choose the topic and drop it |
Release it, the science of makin' dope beats with |
Rhythmic American poetry |
Shipped it to stations, now many people know of me |
I’m the D. into the O. and the O. into the C. and the C. into the period |
Suckers are fearin' this |
When heard, the dope style calculated by the great wait |
And take just a second to get caught up in my record |
New but not a kid to be worn |
If something gettin' torn up then I’m doin' the |
Tearin', not bein' torn |
Shapin' up to be one for the top vocalist lyricist |
And when you hear of this |
You shouldn’t choke on this |
Knowledge and the talent makes it valid |
For me to get it patented |
Dre, tellin' what I’m rappin' |
The formula |
In effect and I’m smooth, that’s why I’m on the incline |
Suckers frontin' for nothin' cause I’m goin' to get mine |
It’s in the cards and I think I might have read this |
So don’t lie and try to front like someone said this |
Most who know thoughts served by the DOC see |
That it’s a mission impossible, tryin' to rock me |
For an arena who’d ask me to perform for her |
G.O. and easily I flow and ya know usin' the formula |