Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Much More , by - De La Soul. Release date: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Much More |
| No doubt, y’all care anymore, about this hip-hop man? |
| I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go |
| For 15 seconds of fame? |
| Microwave popcorn-ass niggas |
| Yeah, we give you much more, longevity baby |
| Aiyyo Dave |
| Yo! |
| It’s been instilled in me since infinite y’all |
| Usin' these minutes like I value the call |
| Put your money in the bank, and hold rank |
| Over friends who ain’t got leadership skills |
| I got the sheep in my eyes so I can’t sleep |
| We like the, land and laid, the brand old way |
| Grand operate the scandal way, L.I. |
| sheist |
| I play the X-Box instead of fuckin' with dice |
| I hate losin' to those who walk away with my dough |
| Cause I goes, crazy broke man |
| And now she wanna see the resident provokin' me |
| To pop wheelies on my bicycle, watch her eyes twinkle |
| One house, two houses, third house |
| House rules so house take bank, watch Dave bank |
| Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta extravaganza |
| Gamma ray rap I make the Hulk snap |
| Jump back like James Brown, hey now |
| When the liquor over we smokin the hay now |
| Delegatin' numero dos, I holla out the sound of los |
| And keep the Island close to me |
| Much more is what we got in store |
| Just believe me |
| «And what we have is much more than they can see» |
| Much more than they can see |
| Is how it’ll always be, believe me (gotta believe) |
| «And what we have is much more than they can see» |
| I got verb skills, babies and bills, brothers who smoke krills |
| And still tryin' to get himself together from it |
| Knowin' he can’t quite run it like me |
| I’m on the cutting edge of what’s alleged to be, hot |
| And when you rock, it’s just impersonations of me |
| The rightest MC, MP with the V in the middle |
| I belittle your plan, courtesy, of NY dirty C my man |
| My base of fans are made up of many; |
| with kids allergic |
| To belts lettin' they mind melt from drinkin' the Henny |
| And them straight and narrow types who be waitin' to hear |
| Them drums say the revolution is near — are you listening? |
| Are your eardrums open for christening? |
| We God Body MC’s with these tools |
| While some others play God, they just God damn fools with it |
| I don’t cuff mics, I rough mics up rough and rugged |
| Yet the girls still love it |
| Still and all five-oh came to my mic check |
| Tellin me I left lacerations around my mic’s neck |
| Domestically disputed and you just might get |
| The undisputed underdog servin' y’all threat |
| «And what we have is much more than they can see» |