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 way   Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do   Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man   DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire, yo Pete Rock   Make it clear   I 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 bubble   So 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, funny   Anyway, 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 curse      You're telling 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-Hes   Drop 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 hot   So 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 curse      Don'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 buck   Buck meaning 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 means ahem, hem hem   It'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 curse      Go 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   Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo   Scooping on the skinz in the church from your bingo   Sounds 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   Freaking for your loot, here to make it go the other way   In a vocabulary scrimage   But cursing 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 curse      Uhn, the 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) but   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 Misery   So 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 curse      God Bless but I can't mess around wit the curses   So I'm a kick verses or a verse   Soul brother #1 here to kick facts   Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks   Your 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 so   Now I'm a get back to the subject   Get wreck, if you think I'm bluffing, just check   Wit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earth   And we didn't have to curse      Yea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe Called Quest   Here to wreck, y'knowhatI'msayin   Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the house   And we're definitley chilling on the lifted tip   So bust the spit out, aha   Flim flam flim, lick my big black stuff   Plus I kick a curse to be rough enuff   You can put the sticker where the sun don't shine   So back off and let me get mine   Visions 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 fav of my mama's   So 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 curse      Peace, peace, peace to the preacher   I'm talking 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 prefers   So 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 well   Time 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 say a curse)