Words & Verbs - Kovas, Maseo

I was born

Son of Vincent, brother of Anne

Dodged my mama, De La’s the camp

Been doin' it for years, approval is stamped

When they come to makin' hits, I got this shit on clamp

Niggas talking dog shit and they need the lamp

They be smokin' so much wet that their style is damp

Man, I blow mad speakers and amps

Run through nigga’s camps with my own stash of plants

Singin' my own chants (hey ya, hey ya)

Reppin' my own camp (De La, De La)

I suggest you don’t talk no shit, hock my shit

Come around me, slippin' perc in my shit

Poppin' corks and shit?

Yeah, it’s all legit

But the (?) ain’t frontin' like I’ll ever be rich

Ain’t pissin' the bitch, I just keep on, keep on

'Cause in the next milli I’ma rip on, rip on

Don’t sleep on, sleep on

I''ma creep on, creep on

Shit is my style some of y’all eatin' on

Shit, a nigga ain’t (?) is better

Throw a curve, touch a nerve when I put it together

Any type of weather, hot or cold

What’s the name of the crew, now?

De La Soul

And I am the band on the mountain, countin' hits

While they keep doubtin'

Words and verbs

Rolled like a dutch

Tight, the very right for y’all

Eatin' on the shit

Yo, y’all need to quit

Comin' from a side so far, bizarre

Long pop in, studdin', microphone grabbin'

Whack mothafuckas no longer am I havin'

From the nine-nine to the milli-milli

Things gonna get kinda silly, illy

Me and my crew, we flip the scrilly, really

Not trying' to play the willy, get woozy

Off them cocktails and the floozies

M-A-S-E, had to add the O

'Cause my F-L-O is doubly correct

And when I come on your set, double the effect

So niggas talkin' sex, showin' no respect

Talkin' like they got the credit and they ass in debt

Gettin' me upset?

Naw, naw, not yet

Just a few that I got to check and out of balance

Some comin' out when they don’t really got talent

It’s like, it’s like, it’s like

Twice the trouble, we smash crews to rubble, uh

Right off the muscle, we hustle in the struggle, um

Double the efforts to make money like Russell

Un-touchable, twistin' the trees, now blaze the hate, OK

It’s K-O-V-A to the S

Takin' you back, yes some feaky-feaky-fresh

Drop some over-drum, native with the tongue

The one whose son steady, ready, with (?)

Revolutions is heard at thirty-three and a third

Tighter than a Dutch when I drop words and verbs

Representin' Belize and all my family overseas

Double-barrel hittin' your chest, your contest weed

Rollin' in a stolen Dutch holdin' the hookers open

Ready for the strokin' off with the words the nigga spoken

I’m hopin' she be deep-throatin', she must be thinkin' I’m jokin'

She took a sip of the potion and back to (?) we goin'

We out

Words and verbs

Rolled like a dutch

Tight, the very right for y’all

Eatin' on the shit

Yo, y’all need to quit