"Stakes Is High (J Dilla Remix)" lyrics
De La Soul, Mos Def, Truth Enola & J Dilla Lyrics
Dirty, rotten tooth, select from the sound booth
Collect grammar like panhandlers on Skid Row
My John Doe'll build a vision where thought can go walking
Without the Devil hawking
Stakes is high like weed smoke
We need folk to shed the truth (To the Y-outh)
Enola got soul
To hell with role models, teachers, and guardians
With rock-hard erections and several incisions
Raw intercourse with Mother Nature
She likes to bang to the left
Teach our women and children only the best
Stakes is higher than the highest mountain, Mos Def
This is the 21st century, pa, shit ain't quaint
The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint
I do with some care 'cause I is who they ain't
That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fact
Boy, ain't no keeping me back
Yes, Mos Def is the handle
Try to test and get supressed like a government scandal
Exhibit is exquisite and a level degrees
Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees
Yo, I write rhymes like I come from New York City
Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life shitty
Shutting down your tactic, and you best to believe
Brothers become permanent niggas when they soul is a track
And ain't no niggas like the one I know
'Cause what I know is them niggas gotta go
Make me feel I need to buy a .44
Bloop, bloop, sending them express to Hell's door
Classic material like Run-DMC
At least four out of five, every Jeep owner agrees
That it's them damn high stakes that make you pump yo' brakes
Pump yo' brakes
Pump yo' brakes, haha
Get with the viggy-vibe, y'all
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
When we dealing with the
Vibes, vibrations
Stakes is high
Man, them stakes is high
Dr. Ama'll make those house calls and exorcise ghosts
Most our people getting burned, playing that toast close
Fumble-eye sky tumbling down, stay humble-eyed
Saddle up and ride, beware who you idolize
Religious hypocrites who creep my way, elbow in the face
I'm Enola, system so live, Plug Won, soul and mine
We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail
Now we think we better ourselves trying, to be calm
When you're puffing that hay in the middle of the barn
Stopping thoughts, so you can stretch a mitten of yarn
Funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor
Respectin' life, but met up with Death a little quicker
And we live the body, rock the party
Until the party rocks the body
'Cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin
Runnin' the minds of opposing men
Ayo, my mens is going to have to learn when to say "when"
And when to ask "why"
You accept the beast theory, 'cause you dwelling in they sty
Can't face it, man to man, son, I see it in your eye (Why?)
Conceal it, why try?
Display it, when you relay it, you're just a lie
Vibes, vibrations
There was a lovely lady who's intent I thought I had on Rosa Parks
But her ex came to town and took back her heart
And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic
Caught up in expressions
And learning lessons of depression
Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings
Till my little Aya-Mo wakes me outta them dreams
And her facial gleams are sweet, but soon to switch to bitter
'Cause when she reaches sixteen she'll be considered a piece of meat
Not a treat, but a trick to sex in showers
People kick "last days," we in the last hours
Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long
Till recorded ways of striving will be dead and gone
But this loss coming through, despite who try to see me
These brothers are too hard, sisters are too easy, sleazy
Trying to please me with that sex appeal
When you're livin' out the ghetto, man, you got to deal
Brothers scatter from the function when they spot the steel
Weapons get concealed, when there's plots to kill
The Don Juan up in the party 'cause his rocks is real
Nigga ain't stoppin' to think, so they ain't gon' stop the violence
Music too loud to hear, so Doug E. Fresh say "Silence"
Through the projects, they Terminator X "Buck Whylin'"
I rather take it easy, keep a breeze like a attic
Revol-revolutionize
We keep it complex, so don't offend
Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend
And mobilize devil allies
Fight for solidarity, reward the type
But everything in life has a price
Love blackberry molasses
So smart you're stupid, hard heads create soft asses
Slow like molasses
That's how you move, and how we prove with that
Come with the full-pack, and keep it Native
Like Tongues, we brung the lickin' for all your Earth spittin's
Can't write without that excite
But when you come down, your shit is dumbfound
You're grounded
Soundin' weak like Monday through Sunday
You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece
Until then, cease
And I'm out like Reece
Vibes, vibrations
To get some Reese's Pieces, peace
Check the
Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations
Collect grammar like panhandlers on Skid Row
My John Doe'll build a vision where thought can go walking
Without the Devil hawking
Stakes is high like weed smoke
We need folk to shed the truth (To the Y-outh)
Enola got soul
To hell with role models, teachers, and guardians
With rock-hard erections and several incisions
Raw intercourse with Mother Nature
She likes to bang to the left
Teach our women and children only the best
Stakes is higher than the highest mountain, Mos Def
This is the 21st century, pa, shit ain't quaint
The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint
I do with some care 'cause I is who they ain't
That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fact
Boy, ain't no keeping me back
Yes, Mos Def is the handle
Try to test and get supressed like a government scandal
Exhibit is exquisite and a level degrees
Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees
Yo, I write rhymes like I come from New York City
Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life shitty
Shutting down your tactic, and you best to believe
Brothers become permanent niggas when they soul is a track
And ain't no niggas like the one I know
'Cause what I know is them niggas gotta go
Make me feel I need to buy a .44
Bloop, bloop, sending them express to Hell's door
Classic material like Run-DMC
At least four out of five, every Jeep owner agrees
That it's them damn high stakes that make you pump yo' brakes
Pump yo' brakes
Pump yo' brakes, haha
Get with the viggy-vibe, y'all
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
When we dealing with the
Vibes, vibrations
Stakes is high
Man, them stakes is high
Dr. Ama'll make those house calls and exorcise ghosts
Most our people getting burned, playing that toast close
Fumble-eye sky tumbling down, stay humble-eyed
Saddle up and ride, beware who you idolize
Religious hypocrites who creep my way, elbow in the face
I'm Enola, system so live, Plug Won, soul and mine
We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail
Now we think we better ourselves trying, to be calm
When you're puffing that hay in the middle of the barn
Stopping thoughts, so you can stretch a mitten of yarn
Funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor
Respectin' life, but met up with Death a little quicker
And we live the body, rock the party
Until the party rocks the body
'Cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin
Runnin' the minds of opposing men
Ayo, my mens is going to have to learn when to say "when"
And when to ask "why"
You accept the beast theory, 'cause you dwelling in they sty
Can't face it, man to man, son, I see it in your eye (Why?)
Conceal it, why try?
Display it, when you relay it, you're just a lie
Vibes, vibrations
There was a lovely lady who's intent I thought I had on Rosa Parks
But her ex came to town and took back her heart
And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic
Caught up in expressions
And learning lessons of depression
Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings
Till my little Aya-Mo wakes me outta them dreams
And her facial gleams are sweet, but soon to switch to bitter
'Cause when she reaches sixteen she'll be considered a piece of meat
Not a treat, but a trick to sex in showers
People kick "last days," we in the last hours
Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long
Till recorded ways of striving will be dead and gone
But this loss coming through, despite who try to see me
These brothers are too hard, sisters are too easy, sleazy
Trying to please me with that sex appeal
When you're livin' out the ghetto, man, you got to deal
Brothers scatter from the function when they spot the steel
Weapons get concealed, when there's plots to kill
The Don Juan up in the party 'cause his rocks is real
Nigga ain't stoppin' to think, so they ain't gon' stop the violence
Music too loud to hear, so Doug E. Fresh say "Silence"
Through the projects, they Terminator X "Buck Whylin'"
I rather take it easy, keep a breeze like a attic
Revol-revolutionize
We keep it complex, so don't offend
Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend
And mobilize devil allies
Fight for solidarity, reward the type
But everything in life has a price
Love blackberry molasses
So smart you're stupid, hard heads create soft asses
Slow like molasses
That's how you move, and how we prove with that
Come with the full-pack, and keep it Native
Like Tongues, we brung the lickin' for all your Earth spittin's
Can't write without that excite
But when you come down, your shit is dumbfound
You're grounded
Soundin' weak like Monday through Sunday
You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece
Until then, cease
And I'm out like Reece
Vibes, vibrations
To get some Reese's Pieces, peace
Check the
Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations
