all goes down, baby, All We Got Is Us [Verse 2: C.L. Smooth] You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters This run is for the green
hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
lied to and we dont die, we multiply and then we come divide you. [Chorus] I am the Rhyming Oasis I got a cup of ya time I wont waste it I got my foot
done Do them dolo hit, we never tell none Sittin in the cell for blazing hell's gun We aight though, we just dip bail And like they say or somethin You
off D be like, "We ain't got no time for that!" ?uestlove said, "We ain't got no time for that!" My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that!" So
't control myself But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself We did ah, I did his album and he did mine We did a funk flex joint, Pete Rock joint
off D be like, We ain't got no time for that Questlove said, "We ain't got no time for that" My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that" So I
his hand, Eatin spam So one more time, testin one two, and ya don't stop That's why we got this war hobbes Yo I only got one thing to say chief Let's
loose To show everybody out there that we got juice Tonight's the night to set what ain't right right And we'll fight if we gotta, because we're too
platinum, hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all
version, TRUE SCHOOL Rock Box, Run Dmc, true hip hop Before Biggie and 2pac got shot, there was Scott La Rock Before we even learned to make beats, we
ll make the beats that bump We just smash if you ain't got weight Too small too skinny to rock around many I got plenty take em all takin many sides Turn
bump We just smash if you ain't got weight Too small too skinny to rock around many, I got plenty Take em all takin many sides Turn back loose surprise
who last I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby! (Renaissance...) I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do But you got to
faxed, This is simple, And beat with bast, I got a little somethin somethin, For all you cats, And all you fleas, And all you Cs, (all y'all) Midnight
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come divide you I am the rhymin' oasis I got a cup of ya time, I won't waste it I got my foot on the line,
