Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")      And and bass up the track a little bit   Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin?      Yeah yeah you know the bizness   Common Sense, soul with the De La   Get all them play-ahs   We the rhyme sayers   Huh, and that's the bizness, hah   Gonna do it like this   Gettin it that   Like the Chicago streets      Verse One: Dove      I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high   Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie   Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses   So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)   Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex   The engine to my comprehension is just too complex   Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das   Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos   And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin   They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin   I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter   Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after   I haveta, send respects to real money makers   Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers   Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town   Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move      Chorus:      Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E   And can't another brother cook these delicacies      Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun      And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N   I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win   I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N   I sit and think with a drink...      Verse Two: Common      Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve   Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it   Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester   I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor   In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a   refa-ree in soul control of my   desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five   Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers   take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass   Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators   Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner   I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!)   At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection   But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings   upon rhymes old man who called him traitor   Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict      Chorus:      I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N   I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win      And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E   And can't no other brother cook these delicacies      Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun      Verse Three: Pos      I'm the most from the coast of the East, then flee   Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York peeve   It's me, wonder why, in the place to be   Certified, as superior, MC   While others explore to make it hardcore   I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door   Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming   And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see   the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling   My rhymes escalates like black death rates   Over music plates, being played as the rule   Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools   who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching   I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth   you reside, you're not even a man   So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride   But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life   You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right   That's understanding microphone mathematics   Which leaves the currency in temporary world status   And when one shows he posed threat to this one   This one will make that one into none   Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero   If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from      Chorus:      Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun      Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N   I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win      And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E   And can't another brother cook these delicacies   See can't another brother cook these delicacies   See can't another brother cook these delicacies      Outro: Common      Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh   Like triple it, alright   That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago   The type of freestyler flow   Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more   Hah      Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the LP*      To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop   To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop   And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop   Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop   And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop   And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop   And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop   My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop   And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop   And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop   And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop   That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop   And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop   And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop   And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop   And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop   And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop   And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop   And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop   And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop   And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop      Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"*      Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son)   I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to   Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga   So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December   I'm a member of them kids from the inner city   Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making   more money than a pagan holiday   Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say