Lyrics

[Intro: Posdnuos] We be talkin' 'bout the– When we talkin' 'bout the– We be talkin' 'bout the– When we talkin' 'bout the– [Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos] Ain't no cotton you must plow We be talkin' 'bout the– Streets don't look the same When we talkin' 'bout the– 'Cause it's my year [Verse 1: Posdnuos of De La Soul, Corey Glover] In peace, we ain't willing to rest in Resurrect respect in The brand, the 3 man collection Provide parachutes to drop jewels in silence Land upon your mind with no detection Ya subconscious rooting for us, so it allows the injection Just a dose of that 20 plus años – analytics We outlast the crews and the critics We 180 bit – three-sixty-fifth days of spit Hands on the switch – 'cause it's (My year) I got a piece of the ghetto, walking in stilettos Letting me know that it's (My year), sky's the limit Mistaken for "the guy who use to be in De La Soul" Nah, I tell 'em "I'm the one who's still in it" Membership for life, and every one of these months is now my wife 'Cause it's (My year) A lot of crews without dues want us to wither But the game keep us around 'cause we know just what to give her Long Hip-Hop dick Anchored in cement, and yet, we never brick [Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos] Ain't no cotton you must plow We be talkin' 'bout the– Streets don't look the same When we talkin' 'bout the– 'Cause it's my year [Verse 2: Dave of De La Soul] The comfort level had me gripping on the KelTec Ain't no spell-check, your intel smells a mess Your field day got holes in the potato sack The kitchen ain't cold, and y'all ain't made for that Drums dig deep like Beatminerz We woke, while y'all sleep with the beat biters Sixth sense had me coughing up the lyrics Newport niggas trying to lean on my Spirits Hands off the paint, we under the hood If you let the books tell it, then the numbers are good Been here since the '89 Cool J tour You know Chris caught a bid, and we sorta slid And got – them blue and red lights ain't gang affiliated The long arm of the draw is fully illustrated I push pens to stay out of the horse play You pony-ass niggas ride all day Let's all pray [Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos, (Rasheed Chappell)] Ain't no cotton you must plow We be talkin' 'bout the– Streets don't look the same (At all) When we talkin' 'bout the– 'Cause it's my year [Verse 3: Rasheed Chappell] It's my year – Times Square, watch the ball drop Paid dues, now it's my turn to call shots From the slums, Native Tongue was the currency Dollars make sense and my sense of urgency, currently I'm thoroughly respected Bridge gaps, I'm thoroughly connected On thoroughfares and highways Get high praise It's my name up in neon lights Beyond bright Vision beyond sight Chappell with two P's Get pee'd on twice Beat on mics 'Til they bleed out life Violate restraining orders 'Cause it be on sight I'm beyond nice Nigga beyond Christ Resurrect and walk on water Like l be on ice I be on dice Like the 4, 5, 6 To ever go against–you must be on pipe And l don't got a minute to spare Or a kind word Either master the flame, or it's your urn I sharpened my blade, 'til it was my turn Now it's off with your heads, that's my word [Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos] Ain't no cotton you must plow We be talkin' 'bout the– Streets don't look the same When we talkin' 'bout the– 'Cause it's my year [Verse 4: Pharoahe Monch] {*gunshot*} Now that's the onomatopoeia And you don't have to Wonder if it's Songs In The Key Of The Music Of My Mind could be spotted through my eyes My Innervisions telling me it's Hotter Than July Anti-coagulation for you blood clots Throwing up a middle finger for the mug shot Soliloquies and syllables, still hugging the block Like a intricate thug's plot to tuck knots My mic is like a Smith & Wesson The lesson is you need to Duck Down before I Buck-{*shot*} Believe me, I will lift a leaf off of your 4 leaf clover That's leaving you out of luck And you are more likely to get struck by lightning Than successfully likening Yourself to the God of Thunder who comes through in the clutch (By the hand...) By the hand of God, you'll get touched Inspiring goals like bicycle kicks, you thought not?! I'm fire in the hole, like Lucifer playing shortstop The plot's clear, the top tier, let's stop there For real, b – there's cops here, it's hot here [Chorus: Corey Glover, Posdnuos] Ain't no cotton you must plow We be talkin' 'bout the– Streets don't look the same When we talkin' 'bout the– 'Cause it's my year We be talkin' 'bout the– My year When we talkin' 'bout the– My year We be talkin' 'bout the– When we talkin' 'bout the– We be talkin' 'bout the– When we talkin' 'bout the– Ain't no cotton you must plow We be talkin' 'bout the– Streets don't look the same When we talkin' 'bout the– 'Cause it's my year We be talkin' 'bout the– My year When we talkin' 'bout the– My year We be talkin' 'bout the– When we talkin' 'bout the– We be talkin' 'bout the–