Don't Curse

This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip

So everybody sit back relax and have a champagne sip

We gonna teach these people out there who are

Against saying what we want to say the right wayY'know what I'm sayin', so what we're gonna do

Is kick back swing a little funky beat by my man

DJ Pete Rock producer extraordinaire

Yo, Pete Rock, make it clearI can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend

Keep a party pimping from now to then

I don't have to swear, curse or juggle

Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubbleSo 'Mister Censorship', tell me, what's your problem?

There's girlies on the corner, and phifey can't solve 'em

How did she say it, I'm curious G

Does she say honey love me, or baby baby, fun meAnyway, we say what we wanna say

Play how we wanna play, feels good that way

So G Rap, huh, it's time to kick a verse

Do your man a favor and don't curseYou're tellin' me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse

First I put a curse on every verse

I kind of got outrageous

Check it, even made a record on how I'm doing on the B I T C H esDrop some verses for the bust

Every word that you heard is cause I didn't give a f, aw shucks

Hey yo, I almost forgot

The curse is a plot but it's getting kinda hotSo I'ma let profanity retire, hey

But if worse comes to worse, I'll cut you out like Richard Pryor

So Grand Puba, kick a verse

But do your man a favor and don't curseDon't curse, bust it

I won't curse, I'll take a famous curse word and just say kcuf

Kcuf flipped around the other way means ha

Boy when I do, I see, I can't get stuck

Jump on the mic then I earn a quick buckBuck meanin' loot, then I grab some boots

And set wit my troops

For those who can't follow and got stuck

Kcuf flipped the other way meansIt's just a curse, I freaked a nurse in a hearse

But I made sure I had my hat first

CL Smooth, it's time to kick a verse

God cypher the rhyme, you can't curseGo ahead ask me, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope

Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap

Thinkin' to be the last one wit the bad lingo

Scoopin' on the skinz in the church from your bingoSounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailor

Because they made a movie when he cuss like a sailor

Better yet, dialect dirty like a subway

Freakin' for your loot, here to make it go the other wayIn a vocabulary scrimmage

But cursin' in my village ain't good for my image

So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse

But do your man a favor, don't curseThe smooth rap inventor that enter

Parental discretion's not advised so there's no need to censor

Kiss on, peep it, but you want to beep it, what?

I feel like slapping a sticker on ya, chill chill, see whatBut, too magical rhymes are too tragical

For any source to stop Kane from getting capital

If I thought sticking me was dissing me

Man, don't you know that this would be

Worse than Stephen King's MiserySo clean all profanity, stealing all the man to be

Rocking any microphone you're handing me

So Heavy D, I'm about to disperse

So kick another verse and don't forget not to curseGod Bless, but I can't mess around wit the curses

So I'm a kick verses or a verse

Soul brother number 1 here to kick facts

Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracksYour my bad bro, let's start the flow

I'm a kick rhymes till it's time for me to go

I can't curse cause Heavy D said soNow I'm a get back to the subject

Get wreck, if you think I'm bluffin', just check

Wit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earth

And we didn't have to curseYea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe Called Quest

Here to wreck, y'know what I'm sayin'

Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the house

And we're definitely chillin' on the lifted tip

So bust the spit out, ahaFlim flam flim, lick my big black stuff

Plus I kick a curse to be rough enuff

You could put the sticker where the sun don't shine

So back off and let me get mineVisions in my head when it's dealing wit hits

If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its

Wait, don't wanna hear no drama

'Cause the bum didaly Heav is a favorite of my mama'sSo I blew out get mad lifted

Don't have to say up the show that I'm gifted

God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st

Heavy D, don't drop a cursePeace, peace, peace to the preacher

I'm talkin' about a verse without a curse that's how I reach ya

I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb

Backwards, no curse words, Heavy D prefersSo swing, swing to the Soul bequiem rhythm

Before I say goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'em

CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell

Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as wellTime to say peace, thank Pete for the beats

This funky beat was made for the street

Notice how clean that we kept every verse

But if worst came to worst, we all said a curseFree Slick Rick

Free Slick Rick

Free Slick Rick

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