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POS: This is dedicated to all those hardcore acts. 
DOVE: Yeah  you know them brothers that we used to 
look up to  that fell the fuck off. 
MASE: And now they doing all that R'n'B sh..(crocker!) 
DOVE: You mean Rhthym and Blues? 
DE LA SOUL: No! Rappin' Bullsh... 
DOVE: 
Connection A  click  what? 
My dick  chick 
I smack a fish if you thinks 
My connection ain't thick, dick 
Headed like a punk whip 
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip 
I rock an Afro 
In '83, gee, yo 
And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow 
I play the corner tough 
And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt 
MASE: 
Givin' high-five is what I want 
So I puff a blunt, I don't front 
I get spliffed, get a stiff 
Then I go hump a stunt 
Like a pimp pro 
(Nah, man, a super ho) 
That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro 
Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic 
Every hour, every minute, every second 
I keep a level head and stay down to earth 
'Cause I've been an Afro since birth 
POS: 
Yeah 
Now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch 
I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab 
I've got five beepers, you scab 
But you can find me directly on the Ave 
(You niggas cheat me, well who's that!) 
My breath never smells wack 
I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac 
Before I kiss myself I always jump back 
(Yo, gee, this track is stack) 
(And you know that) 
I do three flips 
When a punk flip on my duke lifts 
But I flex more strength when I'm asleep 
On the other side with his main tapes 
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks 
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut 
She got sprinkles but I bite my way out 
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick 
But the Native Tongue's thick 
Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should 
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake 
I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but 
Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian 
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief 
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads 
'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal 
'Cause connection with the Afro is real 
DOVE: 
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss 
Because it's tough to bluff a cab 
No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!' 
I play of tape of the son of La-di-da 
My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day 
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half 
I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island 
I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self 
With the quickness I bust the true slang 
Show no pit to those who don't understand 
MASE: 
The Maseo got tailed with the big bail 
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail 
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is 
(He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids) 
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more 
In the closet with my silk, and below 
My 45 pack thick, draw quick 
If a nigga starts some shibidibidit 
My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I. 
And another crib in Queens 
I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head 
My favorite porck chops and 
A plate of collar greens 
I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed 
And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in 
And the Poppa 
But the connections are still a high-five 
(Let's get busy)

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