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Bionix
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
De La Soul
De La Soul
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Songwriter
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Songwriter
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Songwriter
Keni St.Lewis
Keni St.Lewis
Composer
Frederick Perren
Frederick Perren
Composer
Dave West
Dave West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
De La Soul
De La Soul
Executive Producer
Dave West
Dave West
Producer
Scotty Hard
Scotty Hard
Mixing Engineer
Michael Fossenkemper
Michael Fossenkemper
Mastering Engineer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

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) yea (better, stronger) Yea (better, stronger, faster) Yea... Ladies and gentlemen, we in the trench again Makin it relevant, just for the hell of it I'm introducin' 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-evaluatin', hope you feel me now I'm on some new me, focused on the new tree Tryin 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 holdin' 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 supportin' De La since '89 Now that's a long time Overseas, city to city, state to state Yeah, we gon' keep bringin' it live to you. Unlike these underground MC's 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 Gang Starr 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 dishin' 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 ridin' in a Escalade or a Pinto son, turn that shit up Oh remember AOI part three comin soon, on some DJ shit Yeah - we about to get this shit poppin...
Writer(s): Frederick J. Perren, Keni St. Lewis, Vincent L. Mason, Kelvin Mercer, Dave West, David J. Jolicoeur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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