Don't Curse

[Intro (Spoken): Heavy D] This one definitely goes out on the censorship tip, so everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip We're gonna teach these people out there that we can say what we want to say, the right way You 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, producer extraordinaire. Yo Pete Rock! Make it clear [Verse 1: Heavy D] I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend Keep a party pimping from now till then I don't have to swear, curse or juggle Lyrics in a verse to make a party bubble So mister 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 fffffun me?" Anyway, we'll say what we want to say Play how we want to 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 [Verse 2: Kool G. Rap] You're telling me don't curse on my verse I did it worse, first I put a curse on every verse I kinda got outrageous Check it, even made a record how I'm doing all the B-I-T-C-H'es Ducks, it wasn't for the bucks Every word that you heard is 'cuz I didn't give a f-- aww shucks! Hey yo, I almost forgot The curse is a plot but it's getting kind of hot So I'mma let profanity retire Hey, but if worse comes to worse I'll curse you out like Richard Pryor So Grand Puba, kick a verse But do your man a favor, and don't curse [Verse 3: Grand Puba] 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 Buck meaning loot, 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 . . . [coughing] Is this a curse? I freaked a nurse in a hearse But I made sure I had my hat first (C.L. Smooth) It's time to kick a verse God-Cypher-Divine, we can't curse [Verse 4: C.L. Smooth] 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 Thinking to be the last one with the bad lingo Scooping on the skins in the church playing 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 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 [Verse 5: Big Daddy Kane] Uhh, 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 want to beep it, what? I feel like slapping that sticker on your (Chill, chill, say butt!) I'm 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, still and yet all the man'll be Rocking any microphone you're handing me So Heavy D, I'm about to disperse Kick another verse, and don't forget not to curse! [Interlude (Spoken): Heavy D] Hey 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 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 saying, G? He's about to flex on this here mic and get busy like his big cousin, you know what I'm saying? Check it Pete Rock, kick a verse but don't curse! [Verse 6: Pete Rock] God bless, but I can't mess Around with the curses, so I'mma kick verses Or a verse, Soul Brother number 1 here to kick facts Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks Yo I'm a bad bro, let's start the flow I'mma kick rhymes till it's time for me to go I can't curse 'cuz Heavy D said so Now I'mma get back to the subject, get wreck If you think I'm bluffing just check With the crew, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, very down to earth And we didn't have to curse [Interlude (Spoken): Q-Tip] Yeah man, the Abstract Poet, Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest here to wreck! You know what I'm saying, got my man Pete Rock and my man D in the house And we're definitely chilling on the lifted tip So bust the spit out [Verse 7: Q-Tip] 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 dealing with hits If I have four girls, then I lick eight [its] Wait--don't want to 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 [kcuf] to show that I'm gifted God bless me 'cuz I reached my twenty-first Hev D! Don't drop a curse [Verse 8: Heavy D] 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 silky clean rhythm Before I say goodbye let me tell you how I hit 'em: C.L., 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!) [Outro] Free Slick Rick! [repeated to fade-out]