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Don't Curse

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This one definitely goes out on the censorship tip

So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip

We gonna teach these people out there

That we can say what we wanna say, the right way

You 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 clear

I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend

Keep a party pimpin' from now 'til then

I don't have to swear, curse or juggle

Lyrics in a verse to make a party bubble

So, Mr. Censorship, tell me, what's your problem?

There's girlies on the corner, if wifey can't solve them

How does she say it? I'm curious, G

Does she say, "Honey, love me", or "Baby, baby, fun me"?

Anyway, we'll 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

Kool G. Rap in the house

You're tellin' me don't curse, I reversed and did it worse

First, I put a curse on every verse

I kinda got outrageous

Check it, even made a record how I'm doin' all my B-I-T-C-H'es

Ducks, it wasn't for the bucks

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

A-yo, I almost forgot

The curse is a plot, but it's gettin' kinda hot

So I'ma let profanity retire, hey!

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

So Grand Puba, kick a verse

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

Grand Pu', Grand Pu' is on arrival

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 huh?

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

Jump on the mic, then I earn a quick buck

Then I grab some boots and step with my troops

For those who can't follow and got stuck

'Kcuf' flipped the other way means

Is this 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-Divine, we can't curse

CL Smooth, right to left

Go ahead, ask me, will I kick a curse in a verse? I'll say nope

Grab you by your hair, wash your mouth out with soap

Thinkin' to be the last one with the bad lingo

Scoopin' all the skins in the church playin' Bingo

Sounds of the Mecca don, fresh from the tailor

Because they made a movie when he cussed like a sailor

Better yet, dialect dirty like a subway

Freak a funky loop and I make it go the other way

In 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 curse

Uh! The smooth rap inventor that enter

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

Kids want to peep it, but you wanna beep it, what?

I feel like slappin' that sticker on your (chill, chill, say butt)

I'm too magical, rhymes are too tragical

For any source to stop Kane from gettin' capital

If I thought stickin' me was dissin' me

Man, don't you know that this would be

Worse than Stephen King's Misery?

So clean all profanity, still, you know the man'll be

Rockin' any microphone you hand to me

So Heavy D, I'm about to disperse

Kick another verse, and don't forget not to curse

A-yo, Big Daddy, check this out

I'm about to do some old sly, slick, smooth on the trick tip stuff

I'm gonna bring out my little cousin, the producer of this joint

His name is DJ Pete Rock, definitely part of one of the family

You know what I'm sayin', G?

He's about to flex on this here mic and get busy like his big cousin

You know what I'm sayin'? Check it

Pete Rock, kick a verse but don't curse

But I can't mess around with the curses, so I'ma kick verses

Or a verse, Soul Brother number one here to kick facts

Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks

Yo, I'm a bad bro, let's start the flow

I'ma kick rhymes 'til it's time for me to go

I can't curse 'cause Heavy D said so

Now, I'ma get back to the subject, get wreck

If you think I'm bluffin', just check with the crew

Pete Rock and CL Smooth, very down to earth

And we didn't have to curse

The Abstract Poet Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest here to wreck!

You 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 st-id-yle! Ah-hah!

Flim-flam-flim, lick my big black stuff

Must I kick a curse to be rough enough?

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 dealin' with hits

If I have four girls, then I lick eight 'its

Wait, don't wanna hear no drama

'Cause the bum-diddly-Hev is a fave of my mama's

So I blew out and get mad lifted

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

God bless me 'cause I reached my twenty-first

Hev' D, don't drop a curse

Peace! 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 prefers

So swing, swing to the soapy clean rhythm

Before I say goodbye, lemme tell you how I hit 'em

CL, Pete Rock, G. Rap, Maxwell

Big Daddy, Q-Tip, and, uh, me as well

Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats

This funky beat was made for the streets

Notice how clean that we kept every verse

But if worse came to worse (we'd have all said a curse!)

Free Slick Rick! Free Slick Rick!

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Don't Curse

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