Testi Luv It Liv It - Mos Def, Dcq, Ces

Luv It Liv It

Yeah\nWhat’s up This is for all of you so-called ruff motherfuckers\n(Who's the hardest?)\nFor all of you ruff-ruff-ruff\nHe You ruff motherfuckers\nThis is what ruff really is Ruff for ya Right about now\nLike this\nNow everybody wanna be a ruff MC\nThey can tell (?), don’t tell it to me\nWhen I started rhymin in the Brakalak\nIf your shit was wack, then you just got smacked\n(And that was that)\nThis was the real MC’s life\nAnd if you was too nice, sometimes you had to fight\n(Some heads were gettin mad\nWell then you had to bust his ass, tell him) 'Look, too bad'\nI sharpened my skills with the tools of the street\nSchoolyard battles and lunchtable beats\nSo don’t play the role of an MC pro\nCause you the first to eat a hamhock on the low\n(Your rhymes is garbage) plus your beats ain’t boomin\nYou couldn’t pay your dues if you was in a fuckin union\nYour presence in hip-hop cannot be tolerated\nSo all your bullshit gets eliminated\nYour shit is outdated\nYou wack and I hate it Well if you take it, then give it And if you love it, then live it La-la-la-la-la (love it)\nLa-la-la-la-la (live it)\nLa-la-la-la-la (love it)\nLa-la-la-la-la (live it)\nNow as a female I must represent\nCause nowadays hoes ain’t makin no sense\nGettin on the mic with they jeans all tight\nTalkin about Gimme my props and I be like Yeah aight…\nYou can’t be real in this day and time\nWhen you’re fuckin your producer and he’s writin your rhymes\nSo bitch please, you spend all your time on your back\nGettin fucked and fat, and on top of all that you’re wack\nSo if you think of steppin to the dread\nI knock the fuckin No-Lye relaxer out your head\nThis industry crap don’t mean shit to me Cause I could just be rippin pockets on a back of a g I didn’t need hip-hop to get me paid\nI coulda been a hustler and still have it made\nYou’re a skeezer, I can’t believe you maintain\nYou ain’t hard, punk, I yank the weeds out your brain\nThe 199 for no time for slack\nSo if you’re crossin over, don’t come back\nAnd if you’re takin, then I know you must be givin\nCause if you love it, you better live it La-la-la-la-la (love it)\nLa-la-la-la-la (live it)\nLa-la-la-la-la (love it)\nLa-la-la-la-la (live it)\nWell this is the way the big U goes down\nRollin over dumb bucks with a pick-up truck\n(?) with the raw mixture\nA hard melody and lyric, get the picture\nA slow tempo with the pounding bass\nYou make a move, they’re on their way and it’s all in their face\nThere’s no escape from the punishing plate\n(?) free headaches with the 808\nI brought a hex on the necks of those who make me vexed\nCommence to catch wreck up on my mic complex\nThey gets no respect cause they simply don’t deserve it\n(?) parachute when I heard it In my estimation the U rocks the hardest\nYet regardless, we still stay modest\nEven if you’re swingin off on us like a trapeze artist\nHeads don’t swell, we only wanna rock the mic well\nI can’t believe how low some of my heroes fell\nDMC got baldies know — the hell?\nNowaday every crew wanna go gold\nBrandishin they tools, actin all bold\nBut on the mad real, let the truth be told\nGive em a open hand smack — they fold\nSometimes I watch these videos, I really start to lose it\nI’m like Yo, what the fuck is you doin to my music?\nWhen I started rhymin back in the day\nI wasn’t even thinkin 'bout gettin no pay\nAs long as the rhymes that I used to say\nGot me love around the way, hey, shit was okay\n'But now you got a deal’That ain’t no cause to celebrate\nI’m sick of niggas layin down, it’s time to elevate\nBeyond the herringbone and the fat ride\nAnd I got too much pride to drink some fuckin St. Ides\nI rather that I die — with my eyes open wide\nRather that my moms cries cause I got my cap peeled\nOn the battlefield — bein real\nSo murmur what you wish, whatever\nI didn’t come here to make you bitches feel better\nIn fact, it feel type sweet\nTo get on the mic piece and watch you punks squirm in your seat\nCause next year, when your ass need a new career\nThe big U will still be here\nWith the Brakalak bounce, no doubt\nAnd if the truth hurts, stupid, say ouch\nWe out\n(Live it)\nLa-la-la-la-la (love it)\nLa-la-la-la-la (live it)\nWord up Urban Thermo representin for the real, raw, rugged and true\nThis is for you and yours to bump in your jeep, your walkman, your stereo system\nI wanna give a shout-out to ah pa duke and ma duke\nand ah my sister Ces and my sister DCQ\nand ah all the heads ah that came along the way\nthat was encouragin, my nigga Fish, my man Al, Obi Wan\nThe whole entire Roosevelt Mass\nPease to y’all brothers\nStrive and maintan, you know what I’m sayin\nTo all the positive Muslims\nand ah God Body to the Earth\nTo my man Ali and Bookworm\nMy man Jay Disco with the fly funky lingo, you know what I’m sayin\nTo all of the new breed\nThe ruling class of the last voice\nYou know what I’m sayin\nThis is Mos Def and I’m out, peace