Letras Lovely How I Let My Mind Float - De La Soul, Biz Markie

Lovely How I Let My Mind Float

I was born in the Boogie Down cat scan, when my building—\nNah, I’m not even going for that this time\nYou got to kick that new—you ain’t been out for years\nWhy you gon' be actin' like that on this track?\nKick some old funk joint like this… AH!\nYou know P-O-S-D-N-U-O-S\nUsually the reason for a cardiac arrest\nThe back off you silly hardcore wannabes\nPlug’ll fly to blow that ass from the ground like stacks of leaves\n(Check the sleeves) Not a trick when sniffin' in my word 'cause\n(Only practice makes a real jam) Heard\nI’m just a man without the man con tan\n'Cause my tan been sittin' in my DNA plan\nI’m a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the parks in the Bronx\nYet I still snap skulls in the dark\nI can raise mad heads in the sky without a tool\nWhich requires a clip to play a nigga for a fool\nI be the blessed cheer for an upset ear\nWho had to hear «Say 'ho'» forty times\n'Cause I’m… (So fresh)\nYep, you heard from the one of many queens\nWho dissed The Educated Rapper when I was just a teen\nBack then fame was just a dream\nBut now I be the physical scream shoving speaks for weeks\nAnd as for the girls like the Crew that Crash, I adore\nSo let’s put the chorus to the floor\nGirls, girls, girls, girls, reach out and clap your hands\nI be the fabulous man, so just play the fabulous fan\nAnd bring the breeze, bring the breeze\nGotta rock it, don’t stop it («Gotta rock it, don’t stop»)\nI gotta rock it, don’t stop it («Gotta rock it, don’t stop»)\nI gotta rock it, don’t stop it («Gotta rock it, don’t stop»)\nI gotta rock it, don’t stop it («Gotta rock it, don’t stop»)\nIt’s the Biz Markie as you can see\nYou know I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali\nThat’s why I rock the mic and I’m in control\nThis is a rhyme dedicated to De La Soul\nI’m the M-izza, M-izza, M-izza, A, A, R\nR-izza, R-izza, R-izza, K, K\nI’m not Jack, Jill, John or the Marvin, ayy\nBut hey, I rock the mic and I’ll break your day\nThe B-I-Z M-izza A-R-K-I-with the E\nAnd every record that I make I’m rockin' history\nHey, you know me as the man that go «ah, ah, ah, oh»\nIt don’t matter 'cause you know I got pull\nI rock the microphone down, I’m rockin' Gotham town\nI do a dooga, dooga, dooga with the funky sound\nHey, hey, you know it’s me, the R in rhythm-B\nThe hip, the hop, I rock the microphone and I do, G\nHey, they want me go crazy, they want me go nuts\nThey want me rock the funky rhymes for the big ol' butts\nNo, um, I got to do what I could what I could do\n'Cause I’m down with the rhythm of the De La crew\nNative Tongue, gotta give a shout to my man Tip\nBound to wreck your body and rock the ship\nSo check me out without a doubt, you like the way\nThat I could rock it to the rhythm with all the blasé\nM-izza A, R, R, R-izza, K\nThe man appointed rap king of rock break of day\nHey, 'member in Long Island when I used to kick\nYo, I gotta stop, gotta stop (Rock) quick\nI gotta rock it, don’t stop it («Gotta rock it, don’t stop»)\nI gotta rock it, don’t stop it («Gotta rock it, don’t stop»)\nI gotta rock it, don’t stop it («Gotta rock it, don’t stop»)\nGotta rock it, don’t stop it («Gotta rock it, don’t stop»)\nHey, see ya tomorrow, it’s the early bird\nSilly Chattanooga got the shits for your curb\nWhat’s a million bucks if your life is disturbed?\nWho’s in the shade if you’re picking up the third\nListen, duck duck goose, watch the cockle-doo with 'Nuos\n'Cause ain’t no stiff behavin' when you’re David\nMister Party Maker but only to my peers\nYou could say «My niggas» but daughter’s open ears\nSo put a sticker on it, and dig it, doggone it\nRespects to the Biz 'cause he is who he is\nLet me catch my pace, give me sugar, Mase *scratches*\nOh, you’re just so ridiculous\nI gots to move it like a U-Haul, give me a call\n7−8-9, oh shit, that’s my behind\nLovely how I let my mind float\nNow I’ma take my baaad ass home 'cause I’m a goat