[Dove]

In rap goes apartment leave your chart bent off of hits

And catch mad love with a mix

Scream on fire like grits and make sure the shine spits

Do away with all ignorance

Look out for the roaches and the pits Mr. Burns beware

[Mos Def]

I be the Mr. Bern like the Bernstein Bears

Keep it Sloppy like Joe cuz Joe don't care

But as long as I maintain savoirfaire

And the bums on the street chump change I spare

Keep it slick like James Brown hair, do

keep it raw like the Z Ave crew, true

The temperature's high up, or H-D

If the last thing's a booger you can't count on me

I'm a give a cockroaches, Mos Definitely

[Posdonus]

Now the apartment is getting kinda hot up in here

I guess a De La Soul jam's been placed in your ear

Added sugar to the thoughts of the inner-city circle

Who might have to hurt you on a night that's late

When you're in the wrong town picking up your date

I guess your date wasn't set on having you for a mate

Chorus: Dove

Sweet dreams are made of these

Who am I, to disagree?

I travelled the world and the seven seas

And everybody, say it's gotta be funky

[Posdonus]

We be the Suns party people rotate around the fun

(It's Plug One) One never played no guns

I specialize in never putting wool over the eyes

This is the tower of stain that wouldn't be surprised

if you didn't apply it to the ordinary skin

I'm a MC in love with the way-back-when

Match pens to pad, I be Ayamo's dad

Doing laundry to clean up on reality's fad

[Dove]

Now we in a sticky situation but we make it FON-KAY

And bring it back to the days of watching PU-NKY

Brewster, used ta, be in L.I. fl