Due Process Lyrics
| Song | Due Process |
| Artist | Lone Catalysts |
| Album | Hip Hop |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chung, Green, J. Rawls ... | |
| (feat. Talib Kweli, Rubix) | |
| [VERSE 1: J. Sands] | |
| Yo, from Pittsburgh to Pelan this type shit we be on | |
| When we on inside a cassette deck of your Neon | |
| Or in your Navigator whippin with the CD on | |
| Lone Catalysts, rockin to the break d-awn | |
| Make a sucker new jack be gone | |
| He kick his shit, I be like: Yo, you puttin me on? | |
| You wanna battle? Out to Rawls: pick me a beat to freak on | |
| Somethin with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on | |
| The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on | |
| Up in the kitchen, then you'll delisc' on | |
| Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishin | |
| No look like Ron Strickland | |
| Make the average MC contemplate, just sittin | |
| Down, the wax spin like merry-go-round | |
| While I format the verbs and nouns through underground | |
| Now what you're lookin for you have found | |
| So now bump to the sound properly laid and mixed down | |
| By no other than my brother, although from different mother | |
| J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover | |
| The sound makes you bounce like flubber, Ludacris, Danny Glover | |
| _Lethal Weapon_, so while you're checkin | |
| [CHORUS: Rubix (& Talib Kweli)] | |
| Due process, payin these dues, battlin crews | |
| At the same time, livin in life, givin enlightenment | |
| Seeing eye for the blind | |
| Through the darkness of the industry we ministry | |
| [VERSE 2: Talib Kweli] | |
| I go on like etcetera | |
| And blast my way out the plethora of replicas | |
| Cats steady actin extra | |
| And they parts is non-speakin | |
| My skills go without and beyond speakin | |
| Address your congregation like a deacon | |
| Seekin converts, my convo is a honour and a pleasure | |
| You seein me is like Geraldo seein Al Capone's treasure | |
| You the don of mediocraty, I'm the indispensable hero of hiphoprisy | |
| Stoppin your flow like bureaucracy | |
| Due process, you got blessed by the best of the population | |
| Word to Black Shawn, I ( ? ) your whole operation | |
| And shut it down, cut it down like rain forest | |
| You see Talib Kweli when you look up the illest in the thesaurus | |
| I'm the definition of special edition with rack and pinion steering | |
| To make my handlin more smooth than aloe and lanolin | |
| "Manifesto"-spittin, my stiletto's hittin | |
| On a ghetto mission to keep it fabulous like a Lone Catalysts composition | |
| [CHORUS: Rubix (& Talib Kweli)] | |
| [VERSE 3: Rubix] | |
| On a level of metaphors with lies life seems to depreciate | |
| Like automobiles submit its original state | |
| I'm into brothers with registrated plates pushin the weight of my spirit | |
| Passin the limit of speed, rhymes per minute | |
| Cerebral engine is infinite | |
| Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance | |
| The pressure on pedals accelerates, racin the currents of winds | |
| Makin the intangible bend with aerodynamics and panoramic visionin | |
| I see the world we livin in, five gallons of knowledge | |
| A tank full filled with lessons | |
| My temperature guage measures all of the blessings | |
| For the miles I'm stretchin | |
| Passin what is hot and what you got for all you cats on the list | |
| Cause us to be the Catalysts | |
| Of a new era, correctin errors | |
| Learn to love it or leave it alone | |
| Recitin these Nubian poems | |
| From NYC to ATL we got continuous flows | |
| [CHORUS: Rubix (& Talib Kweli)] |
| zuo qu : Chung, Green, J. Rawls ... | |
| feat. Talib Kweli, Rubix | |
| VERSE 1: J. Sands | |
| Yo, from Pittsburgh to Pelan this type shit we be on | |
| When we on inside a cassette deck of your Neon | |
| Or in your Navigator whippin with the CD on | |
| Lone Catalysts, rockin to the break dawn | |
| Make a sucker new jack be gone | |
| He kick his shit, I be like: Yo, you puttin me on? | |
| You wanna battle? Out to Rawls: pick me a beat to freak on | |
| Somethin with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on | |
| The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on | |
| Up in the kitchen, then you' ll delisc' on | |
| Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishin | |
| No look like Ron Strickland | |
| Make the average MC contemplate, just sittin | |
| Down, the wax spin like merrygoround | |
| While I format the verbs and nouns through underground | |
| Now what you' re lookin for you have found | |
| So now bump to the sound properly laid and mixed down | |
| By no other than my brother, although from different mother | |
| J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover | |
| The sound makes you bounce like flubber, Ludacris, Danny Glover | |
| _Lethal Weapon_, so while you' re checkin | |
| CHORUS: Rubix Talib Kweli | |
| Due process, payin these dues, battlin crews | |
| At the same time, livin in life, givin enlightenment | |
| Seeing eye for the blind | |
| Through the darkness of the industry we ministry | |
| VERSE 2: Talib Kweli | |
| I go on like etcetera | |
| And blast my way out the plethora of replicas | |
| Cats steady actin extra | |
| And they parts is nonspeakin | |
| My skills go without and beyond speakin | |
| Address your congregation like a deacon | |
| Seekin converts, my convo is a honour and a pleasure | |
| You seein me is like Geraldo seein Al Capone' s treasure | |
| You the don of mediocraty, I' m the indispensable hero of hiphoprisy | |
| Stoppin your flow like bureaucracy | |
| Due process, you got blessed by the best of the population | |
| Word to Black Shawn, I nbsp? your whole operation | |
| And shut it down, cut it down like rain forest | |
| You see Talib Kweli when you look up the illest in the thesaurus | |
| I' m the definition of special edition with rack and pinion steering | |
| To make my handlin more smooth than aloe and lanolin | |
| " Manifesto" spittin, my stiletto' s hittin | |
| On a ghetto mission to keep it fabulous like a Lone Catalysts composition | |
| CHORUS: Rubix Talib Kweli | |
| VERSE 3: Rubix | |
| On a level of metaphors with lies life seems to depreciate | |
| Like automobiles submit its original state | |
| I' m into brothers with registrated plates pushin the weight of my spirit | |
| Passin the limit of speed, rhymes per minute | |
| Cerebral engine is infinite | |
| Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance | |
| The pressure on pedals accelerates, racin the currents of winds | |
| Makin the intangible bend with aerodynamics and panoramic visionin | |
| I see the world we livin in, five gallons of knowledge | |
| A tank full filled with lessons | |
| My temperature guage measures all of the blessings | |
| For the miles I' m stretchin | |
| Passin what is hot and what you got for all you cats on the list | |
| Cause us to be the Catalysts | |
| Of a new era, correctin errors | |
| Learn to love it or leave it alone | |
| Recitin these Nubian poems | |
| From NYC to ATL we got continuous flows | |
| CHORUS: Rubix Talib Kweli |
| zuò qǔ : Chung, Green, J. Rawls ... | |
| feat. Talib Kweli, Rubix | |
| VERSE 1: J. Sands | |
| Yo, from Pittsburgh to Pelan this type shit we be on | |
| When we on inside a cassette deck of your Neon | |
| Or in your Navigator whippin with the CD on | |
| Lone Catalysts, rockin to the break dawn | |
| Make a sucker new jack be gone | |
| He kick his shit, I be like: Yo, you puttin me on? | |
| You wanna battle? Out to Rawls: pick me a beat to freak on | |
| Somethin with a lotta bass and some highs to tweet on | |
| The drums, I give it a run, you know, turn the heat on | |
| Up in the kitchen, then you' ll delisc' on | |
| Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishin | |
| No look like Ron Strickland | |
| Make the average MC contemplate, just sittin | |
| Down, the wax spin like merrygoround | |
| While I format the verbs and nouns through underground | |
| Now what you' re lookin for you have found | |
| So now bump to the sound properly laid and mixed down | |
| By no other than my brother, although from different mother | |
| J. Rawls with Sands on the mic, so take cover | |
| The sound makes you bounce like flubber, Ludacris, Danny Glover | |
| _Lethal Weapon_, so while you' re checkin | |
| CHORUS: Rubix Talib Kweli | |
| Due process, payin these dues, battlin crews | |
| At the same time, livin in life, givin enlightenment | |
| Seeing eye for the blind | |
| Through the darkness of the industry we ministry | |
| VERSE 2: Talib Kweli | |
| I go on like etcetera | |
| And blast my way out the plethora of replicas | |
| Cats steady actin extra | |
| And they parts is nonspeakin | |
| My skills go without and beyond speakin | |
| Address your congregation like a deacon | |
| Seekin converts, my convo is a honour and a pleasure | |
| You seein me is like Geraldo seein Al Capone' s treasure | |
| You the don of mediocraty, I' m the indispensable hero of hiphoprisy | |
| Stoppin your flow like bureaucracy | |
| Due process, you got blessed by the best of the population | |
| Word to Black Shawn, I nbsp? your whole operation | |
| And shut it down, cut it down like rain forest | |
| You see Talib Kweli when you look up the illest in the thesaurus | |
| I' m the definition of special edition with rack and pinion steering | |
| To make my handlin more smooth than aloe and lanolin | |
| " Manifesto" spittin, my stiletto' s hittin | |
| On a ghetto mission to keep it fabulous like a Lone Catalysts composition | |
| CHORUS: Rubix Talib Kweli | |
| VERSE 3: Rubix | |
| On a level of metaphors with lies life seems to depreciate | |
| Like automobiles submit its original state | |
| I' m into brothers with registrated plates pushin the weight of my spirit | |
| Passin the limit of speed, rhymes per minute | |
| Cerebral engine is infinite | |
| Class, the third eye high beams illuminates the distance | |
| The pressure on pedals accelerates, racin the currents of winds | |
| Makin the intangible bend with aerodynamics and panoramic visionin | |
| I see the world we livin in, five gallons of knowledge | |
| A tank full filled with lessons | |
| My temperature guage measures all of the blessings | |
| For the miles I' m stretchin | |
| Passin what is hot and what you got for all you cats on the list | |
| Cause us to be the Catalysts | |
| Of a new era, correctin errors | |
| Learn to love it or leave it alone | |
| Recitin these Nubian poems | |
| From NYC to ATL we got continuous flows | |
| CHORUS: Rubix Talib Kweli |
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