Supa Emcees Lyrics - Stakes Is High - De La Soul

Chorus: (Slick Rick sample from MC Ricky D and Doug E. Fresh's "La-Di-Da-Di") 

Hey, whatever happened to the *emcees* 

Times done changed for the *emcees* 

Every woman and man wanna *emcee* 

But for what, I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you! 

Hey, whatever happened to the *emcees* 

Times done changed for the *emcees* 

Every woman and man wanna *emcee* 

But for what, I tell you *emcee*ing ain't for you! 

Verse One: Dove 

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Man I'm on the set like the flicks so let your parents flash 

A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin monsters mash 

Spit Pinnochio's Theory when shit be looking weary 

I need rest, but I boogie for now, I'm on some mess 

like the best mics respond to me 

Living days, like dreams of specializing in the art that pays 

I be a mystic for life, so check my ID number 

Emcees be kneading/needing dough while I make bread like Wonder 

Yes, that's what you heard, so save that acting for the screen 

See you can can that manager with the beans 

I bust emcees like lies surprise em out the box 

Put away the soda pops I'd rather rub on the rocks 

A dime-getter tried to get what I got, for what? 

I guess Southern folks cash makes the lovin come fast 

But I'm past alla that, it's time to break with the breeze 

Get to your knees, here comes the Supa Emcees 

Chorus 

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Verse Two: Pos 

Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches 

Yo I'm dark like Wesley, but I be sparkin more bitches 

and to them my constellation put your lives in jep 

While you others represent, I present my rep 

Cause when it comes to making dents, I'm that main in print 

Even smoked from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint 

Could not prevent, YOU from seeing I'm the light 

but bring attention to my words like some ads in tights 

I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage 

So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam YOU made 

And as he starts cutting what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones 

as if my name was Pete Rock or Sean "Puffy" Combs 

Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam 

with my fleet, here to make this rap game complete 

While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical 

Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal 

Chorus