Gang Starr | Lyrics | Mostly Tha Voice

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  • Song Name: Mostly Tha Voice
  • Artist Name: Gang Starr
  • Album: Hard to Earn
  • Songwriters: Chris Martin, Keith Elam
  • Release Date: 1994.03.08
  • Label: Noo Trybe

LYRICS FOR "Mostly Tha Voice"

It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up
Mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to chill

Up steps one, he gets done, then up steps another, he gets smothered
That's word to mother, or should I say moms
I drop bombs, scorchin' niggaz like napalm
Sucka, boy, get off my s***, get off my dick, so what I make butter hits
You better change your behavior, battling gangster
No religion could save ya, my religion is rap, R-A-P, R-E-A-L-I-T-Y, G
'Cause when I rock street kids rejoice, I got mad rhymes

Still it's mostly tha voice, that gets you up
Mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to chill

So when you think you know the whole, you don't even know the half
You're not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff
Not the type to really dance too much, although I used to
Rather bust a fresh line, and get loose to
The blunted ill types of beats premier makes
Makes your girl's rear shake, let me set it straight

It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up
Mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to chill

Some rappers use hooks to this s*** but if you took that s*** out
And then you took all the music out
What would remain, the voice, no doubt
Bless my soul I control, when in pimp mode
My bank roll expands, I invest in my man
I plan to keep rap real so if your s*** ain't fat then kneel
You squeal, feelin' pain from my oral flex
What about oral sex, which chick's next

To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother
Yeah, some real funk from a real brother
They get sprung and most of them don't recover
But I don't diss 'em I just talk to 'em
'Cause the sound of my voice, it does a lot to 'em
So you and the niggaz right there, be aware
Like SW, I'm right here, waitin' to correct your ass
And if you don't follow now, I'll disrespect your ass

More vicious than said, do a crime with no bid
I tell a b**** that I didn't when you know that I did
Take a trip to a land a-far
Then come back, and people still know gangster
See I'm the ladies choice 'cause I got crazy styles

But still it's mostly tha voice, tha voice that gets you up
Mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to chill

Oh s*** shug, whatsup
What's up, money?
Just loungin', about to go do this s*** in the studio
Oh yeah, you just let me get on that s***
You always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that
Word
For real man
Yo man

Don't front on that s***
I'm saying yo, if I let you get busy
You know what I'm sayin', you can't be disappointin' me
I flip s***, I'ma flip s*** on this
Alright man, let's go

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