Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Than Music, artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
More Than Music |
| We can play now, this is a war, not a playground |
| We came to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down |
| Waterfalls any day now, cops with their wall to wall raid downs |
| I’m ducking and weaving, running and leaving |
| Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing |
| Or the plunger they stuck in Louima |
| So I’m stuck with this Nina, I’m stuck with this finger |
| Itchy as fuck, you fucked up I’ll leave ya, chump |
| Went to school, but ain’t stay in class, hated class |
| Only first period, yep, I could relate to math |
| Played games, but the games is bad |
| You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at |
| Hop scotch on niggas faces left my ankles bad |
| That ain’t stop me from working I got me a worker |
| Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up |
| Keep him on the clock, clocking my work up, niggas know me |
| Taught him how to cook, liven his work up |
| Told him it’s not the pot, it’s the worker, gotta mix shorty |
| Gotta do it like this, shorty (this shorty) |
| Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it’s all in the wrist, shorty |
| Fuck with me (shorty) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… |
| This is a movement, this is a union |
| This is more than what you people call music |
| I’m part of this Dipset confusion |
| TECs up, we moving, catch up, y’all losing |
| Y’all ain’t big enough to be at the table, nope |
| Y’all ain’t big enough to eat at the table, nope |
| This is powerful music that I bring to the table |
| Sequel to Abel, fuck with your boy, OH! |
| You motherfuckers really don’t know (nope) |
| You motherfuckers really won’t know (nope) |
| I’m real, fucka, I really won’t fold (come on) |
| I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads (yeah) |
| Banshees rappers, like I’m really off road (let's go) |
| The pain I feel, I really won’t show, man |
| The game is real, I really don’t know, Cam |
| If I’ma make it or not |
| But my plan’s to take it straight to the top |
| Bring my fame to the block, with me |
| Harlem’s my home, so I’m making it hot with me |
| 'Til the day I’m layed on the block with shots in me |
| Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt |
| Stay losing some more pounds, I ain’t eating enough, nope |
| Stop fronting, homes, you won’t do nothing, homes |
| Killa locked this, I’m what’s up and coming, homes |
| You better believe |
| One thing I was always taught in my household: better achieve |
| No matter what you do, you better succeed |
| That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me |
| So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen |
| Base dripping off the bottom of the plate when I’m mixing |
| Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I lift it |
| Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it |
| This is the Matrix, I take it we live in |
| Shit, I’m seeing the sun, I’m Neo the one, believe me |
| Hand picked like cotton, I’ve been sent here not to be forgotten |
| My hands grip the dots in, I gets it popping |
| Shoot shit, shit is popping |
| Move bricks get it rocking, y’all know me |
| Ya young homie from the block, y’all forgot me already? |
| Holla back, the young Rocky is ready, whoa! |
| Yeah, come on, okay, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh… |
| This is a movement, this is a union |
| This is more then what you people call music |
| I’m part of this Dipset confusion |
| TECs up, we moving, catch up, y’all losing |
| Y’all ain’t big enough to be at the table, nope |
| Y’all ain’t big enough to eat at the table, nope |
| This is powerful music that I bring to the table |
| Sequel to Abel, fuck with your boy |