Lyrics Dilated Peoples

Dilated Peoples

Right On

Back in the days, my pops said, "Right on"

(Right on, right on)

All the street poets in the house, write on

(Write on, write on)

Black people, right on, right one

(Right on, right on)

All my niggas rollin' Chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on

(Ride on, ride on)

I still rock the party till the needle starts skippin'

I'm trippin' like Pippen, Spice Rum sippin'

We're mentally fastest, head of all our classes

You couldn't pass us wit a rocket like NASA's

We all up in the house like cocky-roaches

Snatchin' MC's out the game like hockey coaches

Fuck it, I'll break you down like a bucket

I like the bass hittin' like a [Incomprehensible]

Close encounters of the Likwit Kind

I'm sick wit mine, writin' rhymes on picket signs

It's the J R O, you didn't know?

Goin' off in your face like a dirty pistol

You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no clues

You walkin' home bruised, confused wit no shoes

You lose! 'Cuz you got the dilated blues

Here's some news, my DJ rock the mic and the one's and two's and I'm out

And I'm in

My words are like swords cuttin' the paper wit the pen

Yo, Dilated could never be annihilated

I waited two albums too long, somebody violated

We migrated to global positioning

All the DJ's listenin', Babu mixin' it

E-Swift yeah, the man, the myth

I pass the mic to Evidence for the assist then I'm out

And I'm in

My appetite for destruction will eat you up for dinn

Yo only one meal, get sliced to four courses

I'd take me serious, collect your man and forces

I strictly run off select input

Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the foot

'Cuz you stepped outta bounds without making your rounds

Now you come to my town ask Rak

(Yo you on deadly ground)

These last four bars, I'ma heal all my scars

I'm a underground cat but still like money and cars

A Cali classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond

Dilated Peoples, alkaholiks, this joint's right on

My homie King T told me Big Tash, right on, so I'ma

(Right on, right on)

To all my forty-downin' homies in the house tonight

(Right on, right on)

To all the sexy-ass ladies if you feelin' alright

(Right on, right on)

To my Dilated homies that be rippin' the mic

(Right on, right on)

Whether you writin' or ridin', right on

Fresh MC's must write on

Even if you skateboardin', ride on

Some of these free stylers need to write on like my homie Tash

I got my write on late at night burst a verse until they flow right

My rhymes be action-packed, I wrote these lyrics to a strobe light

I'm Tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin' out that fast shit

Your rhymes won't impress me if you said 'em doin' back flips

I crack whips on phones, blow smoke out nose

Niggas peepin' out the style, hoes peepin' the clothes

A million flows off the slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a-bang

Likwit crew is in this bitch, my click be off the chain

Rap off the plane while crackin' champagne

Tash for president, you know my campaign

First things first to get y'all niggas off the street

You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack beats

You coulda came to Ev, you coulda came to Swift

That's why we escalatin' while y'all niggas need a lift

So give me two secs while I crack this Beck's

And once I drop the mic, my nigga Rak is up next and I'm out

And I'm in

I pick it up for everybody in the house that spins

My name is Rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication

Wit data like Star Trek, The Next Generation

It's dilation, fan appreciation

Connected nationwide, worldwide liquidation

Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders

It's all chips

We only get boo's from bartenders

Better be sure, aim high, we top gunnin'

When we touch down, we hit the ground runnin'

Feds pull strings and watch me like Truman

But I can't front, I love L.A. like Randy Newman

To all the homies locked up writin' home, write on c'mon

(Write on, write on)

Graffiti artists around the world, write on c'mon

(Write on, write on)

To niggas rollin' on Katanas, quickly ride on c'mon

(Ride on, ride on)

To all the women out there raisin' kids alone

Right on

(Right on)

Right on

(Right on)

Yeah

Broadcastin' live from Southern California

Where we at?

Broadcastin' live from Southern California

Dilated Peoples

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