Sole Men

[Intro: Phife Dawg]
Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you
Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you
(Daydreaming and I'm thinking about you)
Ha-ha, yeah
I'll leave the singing to the one and only
Queen of hot-buttered soul
(What should I even talk about on this?)
Chi-Town, stand up
The NYC, stand up (You should like a jet rocket, huh)
Miami, stand up
Oaktown, stand up
You know what's up, listen

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Whose shoe game is the illest of all?
It was a no-brainer, five seconds it lasted
Then up stood Phife who said "me, you dumb bastards"
Who got the constant brand Jordan-shit?
Need more kicks in the crib than J Dilla had equipment
Recession or not, got the shoe game on lock
Lick the bottom of my Crocs 'cause them stayin' out the box
Human high like Brooks, I came to [?] tonics
[Gag fitting?] gloves when he ran with the sonics
[?] Californias, Adidas top tens
L.A. Gear's, that's that bullshit, New Balance had to cop it
Foot don't stop it, Reebok question drop it
Fab Five with the [?], still made a profit
Jordan 2-5-8-10s, what you want?
This ain't John [?] who's willing over dunks (Yeah)

[Interlude: Phife Dawg]
Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you
Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you
I, I gotta admit, man
I got this shoe game on lock, for real, for real
You know what I mean, I'm a New Yorker, what do you want?
The fashion capital of the world
I mean, yeah, me without a fly pair of kicks is like Kanye without Louis scarf
You'll never go platinum, so yo Lel, come in here and show 'em how we do it
Yeah!

[Verse 2: Lel]
Ayy, yo, I swear I almost died when I seen them Quasimodos
High top mesh with the shoe sole on the side
But why they only make a couple hundred pairs?
At least make another one for me, it's only fair (Hey!)
Now I'm dreamin' about these kicks I never had
'Til I saw those [?], brought a twinkle to my eyes
Low top, all black like Felix the Cat
Them other colors got me feelin' like I'm sittin' in a candy shop (Hey!)
They so sweet, make me spend my last dime on 'em
I know I got a problem but yo, I had to cop 'em
So I stop 'em every time I walk by like I'm Fly Guy
Messed around and turned my souls into fishbowls (Hey!)
With these lobsters on my feet, man, I'm feelin' gourmet
I don't dip 'em in no butter though, they fine outta here
Got me feelin' like a kid when I cop some new dunks
I don't wanna grow up 'til my closet's filled up, yeah (Hey!)

[Interlude: Phife Dawg]
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Lel
They don't understand how we do this shoe thing, you know what I mean?
Yo, you remember the Jordan Ones? Not the Chicago Bull joints, but the Tar Heel joints
Them Jordans right there? They bring nothin' but tears to my eyes That's how much I love 'em so much, you know what I'm sayin'?
When it came to this throwback game, y'all know who had it on lock
Now I'm too old to wear 'em, I frame 'em
Take note

[Verse 3: Phife Dawg]
I was labelled a king of the throwback, indeed I represented it
[Contruction?] tens, Levi's, Kirby Puckett authentic
Most thought I was investin', in Mitchell & Ness
When I rock a Laker-jersey, Magic Johnson weapon (Hey!)
New York fashion plate, man, five balls, different styles
And when I'm on my rest I rock my brown leather chucks, fam
Pack you an Adidas for a mid-[sunny?] song
While I'm baffled by these dudes with fluorescent [?] on (Hey!)
Wah gwan, big up the Simmons-gal, seen her
My MX95 with my LRG jeans
Now that I'm older, got a little wiser
Rock a Yankee fitted with Brooks brother attire (Hey!)
Navy suede LVs 'cause they so comfy
But if I choose to save dough, rock my Super shell toes
Asics, Ponies, ride life [?]
Shoot hoops in my Lebrons, C. Pauler mellows on, killa! (Hey!)

[Outro: Phife Dawg]
Yeah, and I wanna big up my man Mark [Shin?] up at Adidas
Leila, up at Adidas, I see y'all
Word up, good lookin' out on the goods, for real, for real
My man Big Ranch [?], brand Jordan
You know the collection's crazy right about now, you know what I'm sayin'
You are now listenin' to the sounds of the New Balance 574 king
That will be me, no doubt
Look at my man Lel
Came through on the love, love, you know what I mean?
Word up, so here's what I gotta do though
I gotta get this Viking jumper off and rock it with some Kobes
You know, the black, gold, purple joints? Ooh-whee!
I gotta be the king of this, for real
I know most of y'all got more sneakers than me
But y'all can't rock it like we
One
No [?] no one
[?] nowhere