Who you foolin.. only foolin (2X)      [Dove]   Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner   Scannin proper with my sight muscle   This rap shit, is just my night hustle   My J-O's to stay fearin of my G-O-D   Whether what may, meet me at the front door   See the pressure got a nigga knockin shit off his desk   Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue   Stay pertinent to the issues   Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals   sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run   Stay (?) like black folks some (?)   mostly fakin it, to make it      [Pos]   I play low-key til it's time for you to know me   Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly   Holy shit! Now look what I get   A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix   In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit   Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people   Them niggaz screamin fam til they rank measure equal   then vote, without leavin a note, and that was all she wrote   Arranged produced my slang's obtuse   but some distort, tellin stories like Mother-the-Goose   My true fam's (??) back since with Vince Mason   We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin   Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin   Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key   but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb   Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme      [Dove]   While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories   Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series   Been here, just pleadin the same case   ever since we spaced about "3 Feet"   Pinchin your ears, inchin for years   but you still stuck at the mezzanine and   we at the penthouse level with the same old rugs   same old tubs, same old tables and same faults   Same crew and the same old train of thought      Chorus: De La Soul      My guess you need to head West (who you foolin)   Thought we'd fall for your phonyness you're (only foolin)   yourself, thought you were down - it takes more than a smile   and a couple of pounds to be crew   Man you bound to get your tail caught (who you foolin)   Spreadin yourself thin see you're (only foolin)   yourself, thinkin all you need is the wealth   You need to peep your whole circle out      [Pos]   Yo, since Jam Master Jay been rockin without a band   and that sister k.d. lang been sexin without a man   we brought our ultimate plan to birth   Put in work for this game, it's not a game to me   We've been furnished the props   Now we out to furnish properties we own   That's right (so) cats might know we ain't home   My throne's threatened by fiends, try to do dirt   Play Tony Randall - have that ass cleaned      [Dove]   Unveiled I see your exhibition, y'all need to cover that   Fatherless styles, y'all really need to mother that   Same expose, different page   but when you see me in it it's the same old Dave      [Pos]   Y'all silly, you're just a civili', I'm a soldier   Troopin in this path til the death won us over   So if life is a party begin, to understand   just like the DJ, we stayin to the end      Chorus: De La Soul      How you think you gon' get away? (who you foolin)   Changin faces on the regular you're (only foolin)   yourself, big top status, paintin your face   Who you think you really gonna fool huh?   We watch, what we got so (who you foolin)   around on my premises you're (only foolin)   you, into thinkin you can break in too   my place, and not have to face, our position      Who you foolin.. only foolin