Featured In
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Guru
Stimme und Gesang
EPMD
Sampling-Künstler:in
James Brown
Sampling-Künstler:in
Sister Nancy
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Elam
Songwriter:in
Chris Martin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Premier
Produzent:in
Tony Dawsey
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Kieran Walsh
Ingenieur:in
Guru
Produzent:in
David Carpenter
Ingenieurassistent:in
Joe Quinde
Ingenieurassistent:in
Luc Allen
Ingenieurassistent:in
Luis Tineo
Ingenieurassistent:in
Max Vargus
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Lyrics
Its mostly the voice that gets you up
And mostly the voice that makes you buck
A lotta rappers got flavor and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to
(Chill Chill Chill Chill 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
Scorching niggas like napalm
Sucker boy get off my shit
Get off my dick, so what I make butter hits
You better change your behavior
Cuz battling Gang Starr
No religion can save ya
My religion is rap
R-A-P
R-E-A-L-I-T-Y G
Cuz when I rock street kids rejoice
I got mad rhymes
Still it's mostly the voice that gets you up
And mostly the voice that makes you buck
A lotta rappers got flavor and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to
(Chill Chill Chill Chill 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 to much
Although I used to, rather bust a fresh line
And get loose to the blunted ill type of beats Premier makes
Make your girls rear shake
Let me set it straight
Its the voice that gets you up
And mostly the voice that gets you buck
A lotta rappers got flavor and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to
(Chill Chill Chill Chill Chill)
Some rappers use hooks to their shit
But if you took that shit 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 bankroll expands I invest in my man
I plan to keep rap real
So if your shit ain't fat then kneel
You squeal
Feeling pain from my oral flex
What about oral sex
Which chicks 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'
Cuz the sound of my voice, it does a lot to em'
So you and the niggas right there be aware
Like S-W-V I'm right here
Waiting to correct your ass
And if you don't follow now I'll disrespect your ass
More vicious than Sid
Do a crime with no bid
I'll tell a bitch that I didn't when you know that I did
And take a trip to a land afar
Then come back
And people still know Gang Starr
See I'm the latest choice
Cuz I've got crazy styles
But still its mostly the voice
The voice that gets you up
It's mostly the voice that makes you buck
A lotta rappers got flavor and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to
(Chill Chill Chill Chill Chill)
Oh shit, Shug, what up kid?
Whats up money?
Just lounging man, about to go do this shit in the studio
Oh yeah? You should let me get on that shit
You always telling me I could get on, man
You needa let me get on that
Word?
For real man
Yo man
Don't front on that shit
I'm saying yo, if I let you get biz man, yknow what I'm saying
You can't be disappointing me and shit
I flip shit
I'ma flip shit on this
Aight man, let's go
Writer(s): Christopher Martin, Keith Elam
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