Lyrics
A little bit better than dopest
A brand new kid in showbiz
With knowledge I persevere
But for now do me a favor
Lend me an ear, and we can find the rhyme
To fill in space, and drop the bass, with a taste
Of light lyrical perfection, see I'm equipped to um
Open your mind like a Christmas gift
It's '89, the new school is needed
Original, see nobody can do it like we did
The D-O to the C yo, a deuce, not a trio
Me-o, my-o, spin a chump like a gyro
Hard, dangerous, suckers angle this
Cut is raw, why? 'Cause they can't hang with this
Loop the break, and I take a second
To rock a rhythm, and stay smooth like a prism
A Portrait of a Masterpiece
It's Funky Enough, 'cause Dre told me it has to be
A little stronger, so I make not a mistake
I'm too much on the hype tip, Dre break
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Uh, c'mon
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Yeah, c'mon
Circle a answer, it's a multiple choice
Who's the kid with the golden voice?
A, the brother upon this song
B and C, I don't know, but that answer's wrong
Pure simplicity, it's the D-O to the C
Most incredible, unforgettable
On a mission, the man kids want to be
Like, but psyche, 'cause I'm one in a mil
Hype producer, creator, maker
Makin' it now, but I'll do it for you later
In the mix Doc Dre put his hands on
Now that's a hell of a song
I show and tell what should be told
And say it with conviction, and proper use of diction
So that it's easier to understand
(Who can do it better?) Huh, no one can
'88 is gone, and the old year big shots
Have graduated, in other words made it
So it's a new year, to start a new time
You need to know what's on my mind, so lend me an ear
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
C'mon
Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Yeah, c'mon
Hold the riff, sucker, 'cause we don't need that
It's so outstandin', and my mic don't feed back
Break, you're broke, he got up and forgot
I drop science, and put his neck in a knot
For tryin' to hold who can't be held
So the punk records jam, I don't give a damn
I do it in a different class, so what's up?
You wanna break? You're all the threat of a buttercup
As knowledge comin', I'm comin' never sleep
Or slip, or fall on the serious tip
Stop and stutter, tryin' to think, your brain is soft
Words are clogged in your throat, you're coughin' on
The boss, straight from the South
Word is bond from word of mouth
So let the nation be hip to the fact that I'm the great one
Until I sung, no damage done
Peace, a dream we all
Dream together, dope together forever
In a nation of one, rising, showin'
No fear, yo, lend me a muthafuckin' ear
