Текст песни Down Syndrome - De La Soul

Down Syndrome

I be that mind blessin blessin these lessons we’ve ignited\nWant to bring it to my face man you’re cordially invited\ncause I’ve cited, you posess no science in your thinking\nSo I’m gonna (never) you’re blinking!\nFingers be pointin, and leakin falsifyin the stink\nYou think I’m pink I bl-l-link with them shades of thought and think\n(and in this corner be the hush) so play on William Rhodes\nCause at the sound of the bell my circle square controls\nAnd all MC’s best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat\nSo don’t fret kid I let you lick the love I secrete, yo Even my foes give me bravos, and that shows\ntotal domination in this rhyme complication\nYeah the skill is a cinch I rock the womb with a mic\nand in the days of the nickel and breast, I knew de yes yes y’allin\nwas the callin, clearly not for the gat\nFor combat, I bring a bag of my rhymes for the SAT\nI’m Plug One-of-a-kind, for you people’s delight\nAnd for you sucker MC’s, step to your knees\nAin’t no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from Orion\nI can tell that you a devil by them rhymes you’re designin\nYour play doggin tactics can’t fuck with my facets\nJust because you talk all that glock shit don’t mean you can rock shit!\nYour identities on freeze\nJust a form of protozoa tryin to cross them seas\nSee high horse riders gettin shot by the sheriff\nCause nobody’s safe for crimes\nAnd even all you skirts need to checkin in your upstairs attic\nCause Mase is smackin hoes if hoes is startin static\nNow it ain’t all good when your jam goes wood\nSo as a deterrant, I use mental current\nGot them brothers shook, peep the look comin out of the face\nCause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make\nYour fame and cars should be listed as magnets\nLegends never die but they can get shot and killed\nAin’t nuttin glitter when you’re battlin MC’s\nyou once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome you kneel\nThe same status I heard, the same nothin\nMy ears fears the faulty locks tryin to lock down the stops\nbut I earn more than your Menudo or your Boyz II Men\nWhile down syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies I send\nFresher than a sniff off havin them J in fifth\nI identify with your rhythm\nbut I exist for more than just a Benz, so mends\nI’m cuttin off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron grain\nLet me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son)\nI be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga\nSo when I ran a phrase in June you didn’t catch it til December\nI’m a member of them kids from the inner city\nGiving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making\nmore money than a pagan holiday\nNot from the PJ’s, yet I still got something to say\nSay what man? You gritty like a diamond grenade\nFor the cameo spot you tries to fool Parade\nYou acrobats flip the star gazin map, for alla that\nyou’ll be the first to place, and ran it all to a waste\nAnd all the style that you bring (gotta make decks bend)\nYou gotta rip it from the start (when the beats come in!!!)