Much More - De La Soul, Yummy

No doubt, y’all care anymore, about this hip-hop man?

I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go

For 15 seconds of fame?

Microwave popcorn-ass niggas

Yeah, we give you much more, longevity baby

Aiyyo Dave

Yo!

It’s been instilled in me since infinite y’all

Usin' these minutes like I value the call

Put your money in the bank, and hold rank

Over friends who ain’t got leadership skills

I got the sheep in my eyes so I can’t sleep

We like the, land and laid, the brand old way

Grand operate the scandal way, L.I.

sheist

I play the X-Box instead of fuckin' with dice

I hate losin' to those who walk away with my dough

Cause I goes, crazy broke man

And now she wanna see the resident provokin' me

To pop wheelies on my bicycle, watch her eyes twinkle

One house, two houses, third house

House rules so house take bank, watch Dave bank

Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta extravaganza

Gamma ray rap I make the Hulk snap

Jump back like James Brown, hey now

When the liquor over we smokin the hay now

Delegatin' numero dos, I holla out the sound of los

And keep the Island close to me

Much more is what we got in store

Just believe me

«And what we have is much more than they can see»

Much more than they can see

Is how it’ll always be, believe me (gotta believe)

«And what we have is much more than they can see»

I got verb skills, babies and bills, brothers who smoke krills

And still tryin' to get himself together from it

Knowin' he can’t quite run it like me

I’m on the cutting edge of what’s alleged to be, hot

And when you rock, it’s just impersonations of me

The rightest MC, MP with the V in the middle

I belittle your plan, courtesy, of NY dirty C my man

My base of fans are made up of many;

with kids allergic

To belts lettin' they mind melt from drinkin' the Henny

And them straight and narrow types who be waitin' to hear

Them drums say the revolution is near — are you listening?

Are your eardrums open for christening?

We God Body MC’s with these tools

While some others play God, they just God damn fools with it

I don’t cuff mics, I rough mics up rough and rugged

Yet the girls still love it

Still and all five-oh came to my mic check

Tellin me I left lacerations around my mic’s neck

Domestically disputed and you just might get

The undisputed underdog servin' y’all threat

«And what we have is much more than they can see»