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Dilated Peoples - Right On

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[j-ro]

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 chevys on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on

(ride on, ride on)



I still rock the party till the needle starts skippin

Im trippin like pippen, spice rum sippin

Were mentally fastest, head of all our classes

You couldnt pass us wit a rocket like nasa

We all up in the house like cocky-roaches

Snatchin mcs out the game like hockey coaches

Fuck it, Ill break you down like a bucket

I like the bass hittin like a ?

Close encounters of the likwit kind

Im sick wit mine, writin rhymes on picket signs

Its the j-r-o, you didnt know?

Goin off in your face like a dirty pist-ol

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

Heres some news, my dj rock the mic and the ones and twos

And Im out



[e-swift]

And Im 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 djs listenin, babu mixin it

*babu cut* "e-swift" yeah, the man, the myth

I pass the mic to evidence for the assist

Then Im ooouuut



[evidence]

And Im in

My appetite for destruction will eat you up for dinn

Yo only one meal, get sliced to four courses

Id take me serious, collect your man and forces

I strictly run off select input

Played yourself, dont 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, ima heal all my scars

Im a underground cat but still like money and cars

A cali classic, thats my word, and my words my bond

Dilated peoples, alkaholiks, this joints right on



[tash]

My homie king t told me "big tash, right on"

So ima (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)



[j-ro]

Whether you writin or ridin, right on

Fresh mcs must write on

Even if you skateboardin, ride on

Some of these freestylers need to write on like my homie tash



[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

Im tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin out that fast shit

Your rhymes wont impress me if you said em doin backflips

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 yall 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

Thats why we escalatin while yall niggas need a lift

So give me two secs while I crack this becks

And once I drop the mic, my nigga rak is up next

And Im out



[iriscience]

And Im 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

Its dilation, fan appreciation

Connected nationwide, worldwide likwidation

Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders

(its all chips) we only get boos 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 cant front, I love l.a. like randy newman



[j-ro]

To all the homies locked up writin home, write on cmon

(write on, write on)

Grafiti artists around the world, write on cmon

(write on, write on)

To niggas rollin on katanas, quickly ride on cmon

(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" [e-swift]

Where we at?

"broadcastin live from southern california" *cut up by babs*



Dilated peoples

"represent wit tha liks"

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