Intro: Common (Craig Mack sample from "Get Down")
  
   And and bass up the track a little bit
   Cuz I I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin?
  
   Yeah yeah you know the bizness
   Common Sense, soul with the De La
   Get all them play-ahs
   We the rhyme sayers
   Huh, and that's the bizness, hah
   Gonna do it like this
   Gettin it that
   Like the Chicago streets
  
   Verse One: Dove
  
   I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
   Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie
   Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
   So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)
   Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex
   The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
   Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das
   Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
   And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
   They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
   I'm fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter
   Cuz even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the after
   I haveta, send respects to real money makers
   Do not connect us with those champaign sippin money fakers
   Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
   Now what that prove, you're so full you can't even move
  
   Chorus:
  
   Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
   And can't another brother cook these delicacies
  
   Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
  
   And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
   I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
   I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
   I sit and think with a drink...
  
   Verse Two: Common
  
   Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve
   Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it
   Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester
   I do a show get Extra P's like the Large Professor
   In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a
   refa-ree in soul control of my
   desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five
   Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers
   take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass
   Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators
   Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach, or an owner
   I Used To Love H.E.R., but now I bone her (ahuh-hah!)
   At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection
   But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings
   upon rhymes old man who called him traitor
   Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict
  
   Chorus:
  
   I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
   I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
  
   And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
   And can't no other brother cook these delicacies
  
   Well I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One
   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
  
   Verse Three: Pos
  
   I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'
   Droppin more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'
   It's me, wonder why, in the place to be
   Certified, as superior, MC
   While others explore to make it hardcore
   I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door
   Cause these kids is rhyming, sometiming
   And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
   the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
   My rhymes escalates like black death rates
   Over music plates, being played as the rule
   Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools
   who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching
   I don't worry on what crew you run, or what section of earth
   you reside, you're not even a man
   So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride
   But I will, cause my man said Soul for the life
   You cried "Keepin it real", yet you should try keepin it right
   That's understanding microphone mathematics
   Which leaves the currency in temporary world status
   And when one shows he posed threat to this one
   This one will make that one into none
   Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero
   If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from
  
   Chorus:
  
   Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One
   Walk around the planet earth making money having fun
  
   Yeah, and I'm the-C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
   I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
  
   And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
   And can't another brother cook these delicacies
   See can't another brother cook these delicacies
   See can't another brother cook these delicacies
  
   Outro: Common
  
   Ahh that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing huh
   Like triple it, alright
   That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
   The type of freestyler flow
   Yeah, it's fluent, and we don't need to flow no more
   Hah
  
   Intro: *this comes before "Wonce Again Long Island" on the LP*
  
   To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop
   To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop
   And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop
   Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop
   And to that crew Camp Lo, yo they nonstop
   And to that nigga Pop Life, yo he's nonstop
   And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop
   My brother Lucky and Pert, yo they nonstop
   And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop
   And my man Extra P, yo he's nonstop
   And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop
   That kid called Baby Paul, yo he's nonstop
   And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo you're nonstop
   And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop
   And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop
   And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
   And to, my dean The Green, yo you're nonstop
   And to my man Prince Paul yo he's nonstop
   And to that man Kid Capri yo you nonstop
   And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop
   And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop
  
   Extra Verse: *sampled from "Down Syndrome"*
  
   Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son)
   I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to
   Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
   So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December
   I'm a member of them kids from the inner city
   Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making
   more money than a pagan holiday
   Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say