"Bionix" lyrics
Welcome to the second installment
Y'all know my name so we ain't gotta get into all of that
Y'all know the deal
This is AOI part two, and we call this one "Bionix" (Bionix)
And as y'all always know, we gon' hit y'all with that De La shit
Yeah, yeah
Uh (better) yeah (better, stronger)
Yeah (better, stronger, faster)
Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, we in the trench again
Making it relevant, just for the hell of it
I'm introducing it, throw a little juice in it
Got on that old bullshit to get you used to it
It's been a minute now, only a minute now
A little re-evaluating, hope you feel me now
I'm on some new me, focused on the new tree
Trying to shake the money off the limbs so I can do me
I blame the fans for it, I heard demands for it
Went to Somalia, they holding out they hands for it
Went to the hood, these niggas tried to trace a dance for it
Dance floor it after Mase brings you out of the break
Before we go any further we wanna send a special thanks
To all those folks out there that been supporting De La since '89
Now that's a long time
Overseas, city to city, state to state
Yeah, we gon' keep bringing it live to you
Unlike these underground MCs who rock for heads
We include the throat chest arms and legs
No need to spit in the cypher to show you I'm a lifer for rap
I cultivate moves larger than that
And I don't ball too much, ya dig
I gotta ball and chain at my crib who want my ass home
My heart-beat N.Y.C. metronome
But can't adapt to where I'm at
And even though I sing it sick 'til I'm blue, I'm not a crip
So unlike non-GANG members I won't C-walk to look hip
But if I had to join a gang I think I'd join GangStarr
Me, Guru and Primo with them beats for the car
That bounce trampoline style, revamp the deen child
Hot and mild and I hustle rap the same
Cuff a little shit, due to muscle fat, I gain
We them God type dishing the grunge to make you love
Yeah kids
Just a little taste how we gon' get things started in a minute
Sit back, get your headphones straight
Whether you're riding in a Escalade or a Pinto son, turn that shit up
Oh remember AOI part three coming soon, on some DJ shit
Yeah. We're about to get this shit popping
Y'all know my name so we ain't gotta get into all of that
Y'all know the deal
This is AOI part two, and we call this one "Bionix" (Bionix)
And as y'all always know, we gon' hit y'all with that De La shit
Yeah, yeah
Uh (better) yeah (better, stronger)
Yeah (better, stronger, faster)
Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, we in the trench again
Making it relevant, just for the hell of it
I'm introducing it, throw a little juice in it
Got on that old bullshit to get you used to it
It's been a minute now, only a minute now
A little re-evaluating, hope you feel me now
I'm on some new me, focused on the new tree
Trying to shake the money off the limbs so I can do me
I blame the fans for it, I heard demands for it
Went to Somalia, they holding out they hands for it
Went to the hood, these niggas tried to trace a dance for it
Dance floor it after Mase brings you out of the break
Before we go any further we wanna send a special thanks
To all those folks out there that been supporting De La since '89
Now that's a long time
Overseas, city to city, state to state
Yeah, we gon' keep bringing it live to you
Unlike these underground MCs who rock for heads
We include the throat chest arms and legs
No need to spit in the cypher to show you I'm a lifer for rap
I cultivate moves larger than that
And I don't ball too much, ya dig
I gotta ball and chain at my crib who want my ass home
My heart-beat N.Y.C. metronome
But can't adapt to where I'm at
And even though I sing it sick 'til I'm blue, I'm not a crip
So unlike non-GANG members I won't C-walk to look hip
But if I had to join a gang I think I'd join GangStarr
Me, Guru and Primo with them beats for the car
That bounce trampoline style, revamp the deen child
Hot and mild and I hustle rap the same
Cuff a little shit, due to muscle fat, I gain
We them God type dishing the grunge to make you love
Yeah kids
Just a little taste how we gon' get things started in a minute
Sit back, get your headphones straight
Whether you're riding in a Escalade or a Pinto son, turn that shit up
Oh remember AOI part three coming soon, on some DJ shit
Yeah. We're about to get this shit popping
Writer(s): Frederick J. Perren, Keni St. Lewis, Vincent L. Mason, Kelvin Mercer, Dave West, David J. Jolicoeur
