Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song He Comes, artist - De La Soul. Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
He Comes |
| Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown |
| Drown you like terrible weather |
| Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon |
| Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin |
| To all — rise and shine — give God the glory |
| I already give a percent of mine to Bert &Cory |
| And still got bills and employees to pay |
| So excuse me Lord, we’ll settle up towards the end of my days |
| My ways of control is hard to swallow |
| Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind |
| Sorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint’s mine |
| Dis-play your indie but say no — |
| — more or I’ll blind you like spit did to Remo |
| — to the dirt — and edit the clip and lost Kano |
| My mens wear problems like Timbs |
| See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win |
| Scores to settle, crews to crush |
| You rush right in to see him do it with a smile |
| It’s Long Isle y’all, longevity sustainin my celebrity status |
| From AM to PM, you see him on file y’all |
| I was told to step righteous, so when it’s done |
| everyone will say I stepped right |
| And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop |
| shinin his flash in my face, I’m bound to see the light |
| «A few short words, and whaddya know?» |
| «Oh, whaddya know? |
| He comes» |
| Aiyyo I’m up against these walls, here’s my back stiff straight up Dazzle and razzlin broads like I’m little Juan Magic |
| Magnetically handle mics, they don’t drop |
| Top drama every time these commas don’t drop |
| Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth |
| to shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball |
| Four couldn’t do it, so we bring all six |
| I circumcise the track, you just a dick — overlapped and hooded |
| Skin repeated like Stutterin John |
| I repeat like yesterday, it don’t stop |
| George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet |
| in a place she believes, much better than your lies |
| She say she lookin better in my eyes, bullshit! |
| Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin to fuck |
| I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby |
| I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me Bifocusedly die hopeless sometimes |
| Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time |
| When God is an non pos', you stand to download |
| Demanded like slaves on trial — we want free |
| Man cock aim ready, it’s time you MC |
| So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti runs |
| through my veins since cable with the wired remote |
| Woodgrainin like you wired his float |
| C’mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul |
| We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old |
| Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn’t catch our flow |
| A group of kids so original |
| You heard? |
| Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em |
| We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers |
| Bitin is forbidden pah, pay that tax |
| And don’t you ever look at us funny — boy, we’ll bring rap back |
| And that’ll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men |
| with dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn |
| Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds |
| Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics |
| Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets |
| Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA |
| and just lay whooptay whooptay? |
| Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude’s toupee |
| Since tunin into T-La Rock’n AJ |
| Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ |
| Girls you can go cruisin in my OJ |
| «A few short words, and whaddya know?» |
| «Oh, whaddya know? |
| He comes» |