Dilated Peoples are a hip hop group who have achieved great fame in the underground hip hop community, although their only real mainstream success was the song This Way, a 2004 collaboration with Kanye West. DJ Babu (from the DJ crew Beat Junkies), Evidence, and Rakaa joined together in 1992 and released Third Degree and Work the Angles, which were quickly established as favorites in the underground scene and among rap critics. They eventually signed to Capitol Records and in 2000 released The Platform, to more critical acclaim. Their sophomore set Expansion Team was released in 2001, led by the Alchemist-produced single Worst Comes To Worst, which sampled from Mobb Deep's Survival Of The Fittest. Their third album, Neighborhood Watch, was released in 2004 and debuted at #55 on USA's Billboard 200 Albums Chart.
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Reservation For One Lyrics
Dilated Peoples
[evidence]
Yo, accept defeat as I drop after the heat
Dont provoke, come fully equipped
Daggered and cloak
So what you wanna do?
I came in bumpin jack of spades
You came in wit two of hearts by stacey q?
Femine is your drumtracks, one hat no rise
My djs in the shadows, I perform, show my soul side
To the audience, programmed intelligent
Active ingredient, balance, find the medium
It rains, let it hail, dont front my shit is ill
Tomorrows on your voice mail, digest it like a pill
Lost my jones for cigarettes, my lungs aint charred
Yo my sentences are full, I average eight words per bar
Babs, forgive em, they know not what they doin
They built for themselves, thats why they places lay in ruins
Yo, isnt it funny how these cats lack the basics?
Like rhymin on time, four four ? the serves by asics?
*cuts by babu*
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my pen hits the paper [big daddy kane]
Whos the man in the hot seat? [grand puba]
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
Im the authentic poet to get lyrical [kane]
Ideas start to hit, and when my pen hits the paper
Whos the man in the hot seat?
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when my hit hits the paper
Whos the man in the hot seat
[evidence]
Yo this seats reserved for one
Of course matches my ticket stub
Escorted properly, your game bored/board like monopoly
My satiety limit is twenty minutes
I blow more trees than louie freese, this flows inifinite
Cadence, pocket, lesson, structure
Been rhymin nine years, my dedication pass peers
Skill level break the beat up, no time for my feet up
No relaxing, I keep it movin like deniro in taxi
Driver, my names mike, ev when I get hyper
Emergency, man down, who shot the sniper?
Yo I seen you in the crowd, arms crossed,
I know you heard of me (stop frontin)
The show is hot, I get props from the security
Raisin levels of expectancy
Yeah your shit is tight, you think its abb quality?
I dont think so, aiyyo ben grab the fish net
Take em to the pier and throw em off at sunset
After the heat
Aww shit [kane] *cut up by babu*
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hits the paper
Whos the man in the hot seat
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
Im the authentic poet to get lyrical
Ideas start to hit, and when the pen hits the paper
Whos the man in the hot seat
Braincells are lit, ideas start to hit
And when the pen hits the paper, aww shit