Cool breeze
Rock that shit homie
Rock
Lyte as a
Rock
A-a-a-a-a-as a rock
Cool breeze
Rockin' it, rockin' it
Rock
You gotta rock it
Keep on rockin'
Rock's the best
Rockin' music
Cool breeze
The king
Of rock'n'roll
Rock, rock
This world for you
King Adrock
Rock those bells
I want
Body body rock, body body rock
You are now rockin' with the best
I put this together to
Rock the house
Michael?
"I wanna"
Rock!
(feat. Butta Verses)
[x4:] {'You got it'}
{'I know you got..'}
[Posdnuos:]
The right to remain silent
Anything you say can be used
Chopped up, stretched and fused, with other shit to get
The desired effect to win, let us begin
[x4:] {'You got it'}
{'I know you got..'}
[Dove:]
Yeahs my mellow, we glow like snow yellow
Byprints anticipate, smiley face prints in it
{'You got') The nerve to spit flows, eyes closed
You're out of your lane, I'm runnin with my windows tinted
{'You got') A closed mind with locks on the gate
{'You got') A bag of life filled with dead weight
{'You got') Your priorities mixed up, we fixed up
Bobbity throwings burn MC's date
[x4:] {'You got it'}
{'I know you got..'}
[Butta Verses]
Toucan Sam, what you spittin isn't written
Like last month's baby clothes, it ain't fittin
{'You got') To upgrade to the top fades
Bringin big body ink sticks, bottom of the page
{'You got') To step in a little hotter these days
{'You got') Swampfoot, I heard it started in the 'Glades
{'You got') Two of the best and one of the newest
Who stay mile high with a stewardess doin it
[x4:]
{'You got it') [Pos] You know I got it
{'I know you got..'}
[Posdnuos:]
A degree in braggin, an art to bag
Any lady to get her back to the room
{'You got') A wife at home with a knife that long cuts
For cuttin up I'm in the emergency room
{'You got') Styles in place, Long Island bass
{'You got') A major tour all over the place
{'You got') The knack to keep those who lack
out of the mainframe of the game, you know what they say
[x4]{'You got it'}
{'I know you got..'}
[Verses: Butta]
TROUBLE! Take that chance to make double
Can't knock the hustle but scoped you like the Hubble
{'You got') Pulled over on I-95
Flashlights right in your eyes, step outside
{'You got') Weed in your tray and coke in yo' trunk
{'You got') Nowhere to run he opened it up
{'You got') A lot of regret, caught can't jet
Got a five year sentence, ain't finished two yet
[Dove:]
{'You got') Time money and work, to do it everytime
I'm workin money here since I'm give in no time
{'You got') Crime niggaz who designin my commitments
See I honor this my niggaz I committed no crime
{'You got') Good credit and plans for next year
{'You got') Drunk once on the Grey Goose and beer
{'You got') Dry flows that got you sippin on these daquiris
I'm sayin what exactly your ears wanna hear
[x4:]
{'You got it') [Pos] I know you got it
{'I know you got..'}
[Posdnuos:]
The aches and pains for cravin for some De La Soul shit
To whip yo' ass back into shape
{'You got') To hold tight, the album soon come
For now, take a bite from out of this mixtape
{'You got') To cop this so pay the fee
{'You got') Soul cause you're listenin to the 3 MC's
Rock the Kangol and Kwelis
But don't break this break [scratch:] 'break, down'
[Posdnuos:]
Aiyyo this is the 'What the [BLEEP]' portion of the tape
Where we play you, exclusive songs you never ever heard before
That didn't make the album, that's why y'knahmsayin so
This one is called 'De La Soul's Poster'
It was recorded during the 'De La Soul is Dead' album
So you ain't gonna hear it nowhere else
Check it out yo here it go
['De La Soul's Poster':]
I was walkin down the street to meet with my sweet
I'm not a wimp, but a shrimp, by the gangsta pimp
Actually I'm a kid with a limp, for my left leg was damaged
by some girls who managed to run me over
Over the fact De La Soul was in a shopping mall
The gall of the floozies
Though kids pose with no chains or uzis
Yo they're straight up weak
Now I made it to the end of the street, what do I spot
... it made me drop my soda bop
to the beat y'all it seems my nightmare won't stop
I spot myyyyyyyyy girl and this cop
Gazin at a De La Soul poster on the side of a building
Was willing to forget it but my girl was singin
like a beaut' how cute Trugoy was
And if she was older how she'd be his boy
Was this somethin I deserved
I'm a dedicated proom, only cheated once in a blue moon
And she's ready to quit me for some face on a wall
The cop gets a call and
he had to jet, bet the more man with a holster
Now I'm quick to face the troublesome poster
Pulled out a marker that I had stashed
Figured I'd give him a blue mustache
But with a dash I received a slash
from a fist, it was my girl fist at that
I knew what I was doin would truly toast her
But didn't think she'd plug me for the De La Soul [needle drags]
[inserted track ends]
'What the, what the [BLEEP] was THAT!'
Yeah exactly y'all
Yeah that was a little out whi-whi-whiggedy-WHOA~!
But ummmmm, yeah y'know that was that early 90's flow of mine
If you want to consider it a flow
I mean I think my flow was still baking in the oven
I don't even think the oven was on
Actually I don't think it was plugged up yet but
Ummmm, let's get into something where umm
the flow's a LITTLE bit better
Some current stuff right here for ya
Aight let's do it
If it's not De La Slow, then it's not WRMS
Where Cat's in control, twisting and tuning
Until you're perfectly content
Special cat call goes out to the suckers at the donut shop
Thanks for serving it to me dark, hot, and no caffeine
Snuggle tight and hang loose boys
SQUIRREL: We've just played fifteen minutes of commercial free music.
Of course you're listening to WRMS FM, and we
play nothing but De La Slow music. We're coming up on the hour of ten
o'clock. It's a full moon, and perfect night
for lovers. We're about to do something we don't usually do, and
that's... we'll I'll show you.
BITTY: Hello, hello, who's this?
SQUIRREL: Squirrel.
BITTY: Hi! Listen, I don't have a lot of time, my name's Mizuna, I'm
on my dinner break from Burger King and I just
called to tell you that I love your new radio station, I love
everything you guys do.
SQUIRREL: Thank you. And with that, the next song is just
for you. And when you go back tell all the Burger King
honeys that if they want to call and talk to me, just call
f/ Pariquo Fernandez
1- * Speaking Spanish *
WATCH OUT!
* Speaking Spanish *
WATCH OUT!
* Speaking Spanish *
WATCH OUT!
* Speaking Spanish*
[Verse 1]
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew or gen-tile
When you enterin' the realm
You find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex
Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that wanna spar
You wanna see it no matter who you are
Yeah I'm bound to ground you like that
Put they ass on a mound and introduce em' to a baseball
Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex
Text book characters gettin' etched out to rough draft
Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty
New Yor, New York yeah we bigger than the buildings
Do it for the love of the art and the childrens
And throw paper machet inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm broke hives
Concerned about ya ;ife when ya down eight lives
Top of the night I'm up in queens like ah yeah
[Repeat 1]
[Verse 2]
Introducin' introducin' to you Dave
Batter on deck, carded every time I set foot in the joint
Cabaret artist I'll two piece ya tray
If she wanna get vamped, bring her to the tent
Touch her till her back indents
Wrap it extra strength
Run a lap on her calculatin' the length
Holdin' mics tighter than hymens
Old school it like Holly-Hobby, Head-to-Head, Easy Bake Oven
Strong Jerome lovin' man I hit the pack
Panther power keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like I'm rockin' Popeye jeans
Classic like Reuben and Rah
One nigga under the groove we shootin' for that Parliament high
Plus bigger than the fourth of July
Take the back seat drive out
Hey yo, hey yo ain't nothin' street about me more like a light post
Sinin' above all who are y'all to boast
Stayed calm and all came to me to host
My vocab grabs many, long to cultivate raps
It's gettin' filled moms jack penny
It used to be unknown around the way
Now my bix became a bouqet
Every nose in it, fillin' up seats like a session in a Senate
Been a minute since ya heard the souls
So the soul gon' cost ya three
All ya people wanna front like the soul don't hold control
But it don't mean shit to me
Plain to see that a song like this been what ya all missed
Come on, genuine adrenaline from off the wrists
We run the interference throughout the game clout
Can't be denied the bout for the title
Throw up ya guns and hold the pose like an idol
Bring it back to the draw
Ghosts of grand wiz Theodore
Played dirty with ever since played on the floor
Stop verbal assaults just in case a war break out
Steal vaults bigger than giraffes
But they still got a lot for me
Heard em' say alot of nigga with the underground
They'd die for the underground but ain't makin' no money
Stupid
rtist: De La Soul
Album: De La Soul is Dead
Song: Who Do U Worship?
RONALD CHEVALIER: Aha! What a beautiful day in the concrete jungle.
I think I'll go down to Goliath and just be a fuckin' dickhead!
Damn, I feel good today. I'm looking forward to going and just beating
shit out of someone and taking their money. What a fucking great job I
have!
I wonder why I feel so good. Could it be the music?
Could it be my breakfast? Or could it just be the fact that
I just hate everybody, dammit!
Life is grand, life is great, I'll get myself a real cheap date.
Some woman I can take to McDonalds, spend a dollar twenty-five on,
and have like, the best time of your life with afterwards.
Life is too good to believe sometimes.
But we all can't have it the way I do, so to all you suckers out
there,
kiss off. All right? Bye bye!
[Busy Bee]
That's right, I'm dancin y'all
I'm gon' keep on dancin into the new millenium
Ya understand what I'm sayin?
Hey De La Soul, Beastie Boys
I love the way y'all doin this baby
Y'all just gotta keep kickin it
because the kids don't know, the other people don't know
but they all gon' know now because me
the Chief Rocker Busy Bee gon' just keep kickin flava babyyy!
Ah like this
Just dance, and don't quit
cause the music is gonna be the shit
I just dance, and don't quit
cause the music is gonna be the shit
And now once upon a time in the place to be
They was standin in line to see the Busy Bee
When I pulled up to the curb in my ninety-eight
I rushed inside so I won't be late
You know the party was packed, where you couldn't even move
And Busy Bee rocked, to the funky funky grooves
To the beat that makes you want to freak
Ah to the beat that gets rump out your seat
Ah to the beat that makes you say
Busy Bee, Busy Bee is in the house, ha HAH!
I like the way this is goin down man
Ahh this is just too much
We just gotta keep doin this
Because this is how we do it
No static, no automatics
You out there? Louder
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo jack
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators of them East Coast stars
If you ask me I'll tell you there's no comp
But I'm still humble, even though I will crumble halls
Some call 'em songs, I call 'em words from me
That take long to cook
So some feel free in sayin' that we don't hunger for beats
Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body
All you gotta do is keep my name out your mouth
And stop frownin' like you hostile
You know that it's a booger rubbin' up against your nostril
Nigga how you figure you can play this rap game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, wonder why, givin' what you lack Holmes
Aiyyo prepare yo'self for the neutron, bitch
This is eighty-six, let that neo-rap go
We present these flares to put fire to your ears
To lay smoke like rusty exhaust pipes
We run mics, let Sean run the marathon
Yo raise that money son, we raisin' these kids
Get claps when curtains close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, bring some breath, S A T book smart, part ese
Loc' in like tone, street niggaz get grown
Acquire more couth before you get poofed
Or get some shells sent over to your mic booth
Excuse, my delivery but when peace don't work
See this piece gon' work, cock aim and shoot
It's the constitutional right to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics, make fans unite
Woodstock and white folks involved, black man get on yo' job
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo jack
Let's go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put all the things aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the things aside)
Let's go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put all the things aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the things aside)
The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date, of expiration
On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep comin'
I'm hated on by niggaz I love most
So what threat could you possibly pose when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or your glasses
Either way there'll be a toast in the air
Markin' the return of bare minimums, you need to learn
Get your verbs right when you down to clap
See that gun powder caliber rap'll tip hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and skyscrapers
Bow-tie papers stacked high
Pay the resident tax or get your street sweeped
Front row, backstage or the cheap seats
I dodge ricochets like ram trucks, you slow poke to pull it
And I suppose you wanna top the billboard chart
Man I toast these rhymes and then pop like pop-tarts
Let's go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put all the things aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the things aside)
Let's go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(Put all the things aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
(Put all the things aside)
[Dave:]
Kick up the dust like 'Another One Bites the'
It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road
with the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang
It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack
for the folks under the floor, on tour {*beatboxing*}
Ever since I was a 'Fat' bastard
But now I travel a little light in my skin
It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in
Like {?} body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ('Sting 'em Ray!')
I blind box, niggaz hit 'em when I hear 'em
It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes
So scrumptious with cholesterol
Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak
This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!)
But smooth like Ponce DeLeon
Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on
On on on on on on on...
('Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song')
[Pos:]
We all do what we gotta do
When no love in the heart of a city
No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up
Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave
They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little
in eight days and wake up, exercise demons
Leave you in a state screamin, 'Come back De La, come back~!'
Sorta how Prince did to Nikki
No need for that, here to give it to you quickly
Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly
Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole
then let all the whack shit fall out
Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it)
Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up
No I won't pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote
So smell us all on your clothes
Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes
Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ('Fuck all y'all!')
[Dave:]
Yeah, and wipe your face pa
Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya
I knew Cayman since we met on the Island
Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid
An apple a day, we have FUN dip
I knew one dip, after school special delivery
She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew
We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up
[Bitchy Girl:]
(Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?)
(Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE)
(Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno)
(So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?)
(I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP~!)
[Pos:]
Can I get a Soul Clap?
It's the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock
Many men do wish they could rock
But all they do is inject the value of shock
But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene
The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers
They don't run in fear, they gravitate
to the way I navigate know-how inside your ear
(Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear
And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ('one for the trouble')
Wonder Why ('for the time')
Workmatic, pullin them dimes
who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
SHA-NA-NAHHHH!
[whispered]
(ahhhh, ahhhh)
C’mon, c’mon, bounce - bounce
C’mon.. bounce, rock, roll
(ahhhh, ahhhh)
Chorus: {sung}
You can do, whatever you want
Whatever you like
It’s your own life
So let me be, to do what I want
To do what I like
Cause this is my life
[dove]
It’s been about ten long years, my skin wreaks
Flavors that your incense couldn’t match
We burn slow like syphillis in your piss, accomodated
With the penicill-in, you’re listenin, to
This "art official" will keep your shoes moonwalkin
Soon to talk about, "pop music"
You’ll buy it cause you choose it
A lot of mc’s is really s&m;’n
Whips and chains, I maintain like a old jazz singer
Elephants in any location
Held back in rotation, an apple a day
Only makes a nigga fruity
I eat responsibilities to carry out my duty
? ? in the md’s, I pull it out just to polish it
Make notes if you earnin or wait your turnbuckle
I stick to gettin mines like stucco (ahhhh, ahhhh)
Chorus
[pos]
I’m that full-time rapper, the nickname’s llama
Part-time father if you ask my daughter’s mommas
Missin in action cause the action got a fraction
Of the world listenin to me
Got em travellin overseas in lands constantly
Got a sea of hands wavin, ain’t misbehavin
But a lot of kids cravin for somethin they ain’t got
Like the keys to the ride and a pocket with a knot and it’s
Holdin they ground til they rot in it
Plottin it, lockin it down strong
Cause it’s nuttin wrong gettin your bubblin on sticker
But too much bubblin can make you fizz quicker
So watch your stack, keep your fam intact
And pay attention to the now, I’m clearin the mess
While they stressin back in the day, I’m at the front of the night
With my crew shinin light on the (ahhhh, ahhhh)
Chorus 2x
[pos]
Now we on top of this like a typical bed position
Peepin your view, got your whole crew wishin and waitin
Makin dollars out of ten dime pieces
Who be sippin out the glass suckin on the lime pieces included
In my pieces I pen the good livin
And even when we’re stressin from in the hood livin
At least we’re livin and there ain’t no hell in that
Give me a yell in that, and go (ahhhh, ahhhh)
[dove]
I wanna see the world ten times over
Dive off cliffs and land on oppotunities unthinkable
You sinkin straight to the bottom; while I float in parades
That st. patty couldn’t put up
All my niggaz tryin to build, then throw your wood up
Design life like pnb gears so stand clear for the blast off
Last off my chest, peace to dav west
Live your life to the fullest (ahhhh, ahhhh)
Chorus
[whispered]
You can do.. what you want.. what you like
Let me be.. what I want.. what I like
(Ecoutez. A midi.)
(Quel heure est il? Il est midi.)
(C'est l'heure de dejeuner. Qu'est ce qu'il y a a manger?)
(Il y a saucisse sans doute.)
(Ecoutez et repetez. A midi.)
(Quel heure est il?)
(Quel heure)
(Quel heure est il?)
(Est il?)
(Il est midi. Midi. Midi. Il est midi. Il est midi.)
(C'est l'heure de dejeuner.)
(C'est l'heure de dejeuner. C'est l'heure de dejeuner. De dejeuner.)
(C'est l'heure de dejeuner.)
(Qu'est-ce qu'il y a a manger?)
(Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?)
f/ Philly Black
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hold that, hold that, hold that
Yo all that, all that tryin'
Y'all, I told y'all about tryin'
Tryin' is later on man
Can we try something for the ladies
Can we try something for the ladies
Can we do that De La
Let's get that goin' on man
Told y'all about those messages and shit man
We get to that later man, know what I mean
Let's just do something for the ladies man
Let's get a chorus goin' on or something
Let's pop a chorus off, ya know what I mean
Let's do that right now, let's get that goin' on
Let's try that out
I see you real niggas do fake things sometimes
One of them is grabbin' on his mic to rhymes
So let us demonstrate the right way ya need to place
Yo, it's De La up in ya face
Better yet ya whole scene, here to pull in the green
With Philly Black
Just layin' back, raisin' my stacks
Cause how they want it I give it to em' rock or the raw
Yo it really don't matter son, some hot shit for y'all
To go cop at the store, I spit, kick at ya jaw
Leave you on the floor on all fours, you slaw
We burn fast in black flag lands
Bringin' herds and caravans
And heat rock rythms, you blink one, two times
In between I do mines
Showboat refs, I put y'all niggas on deck
Yeah son y'all faggots are soft
I been through, carried the torch
Recognized and done married a dwarf
So in-laws pay a writer's fee
My stizzy sets a wiz bitch's eye in me
Pissy in a rizzy
Indian wife I flip em' behind reachin' for sobriety
Blew north, never find me
Reside in this state of mind
Keep my temple developmental
Projects, front-line essential
Reminded of concubines and evil that men do
Cut off Ginsu, carry a brand new
Vandle issues, brandin' issues
Grabbin' tissues, like you didn't know you had it in you
I live it up y'all, givin' you what y'all
Need and can't call, carry the ball
Like a spit-kicker should and ya wish ya could
Hold it down like the digital who stitched the hood
Better yet the whole globe, light it up like a strobe
While you froze panicin'
Went from man to maniquin
We them peaceful rap stars
That can still jab ya in ya face
Leave ya shit redder than Mars
The sauce and shit, of course we it
The flossy shit
Groundin' beef like Maxwell House
Go ask the house
We representatives
Go call ya Senators
Change laws in rap, renovate ya landscape
The man takes for sixteen
And pull a paragraph up out the tango
Hangin' like vango
Water broke flows to c-sec
You read xecs
Miscarried the rap, abortin' ya whole fort
(got to have soul!)
Pos:
That's the magic number
Yes it is
It's the magic number
Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community
Was born 3 mase, dove and me
And that's the magic number
(what does it all mean? )
Difficult preaching is posdnuos' pleasure
Pleasure and preaching starts in the heart
Something that stimulates the music in my measure
Measure in my music, raised in three parts
Casually see but don't do like the soul
'cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys
Doin' hip hop hustle, no rock and roll
Unless your name's brewster, 'cause brewster's a punky
Parents let go 'cause there's magic in the air
Criticising rap shows you're out of order
Stop look and listen to the phrasin' fred astaires
And don't get offended while mase do-se-do's your daughter
A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set
Fly rhymes are stored on a d.a.i.s.y. production
It stands for "da inner sound y'all" and y'all can bet
That the action's not a trick, but showing the function
Everybody wants to be a deejay
Everybody wants to be an emcee
But being speakers are the best
And you don't have to guess
De la soul posse consists of three
And that's the magic number
Dove:
This here piece of the pie
Is not dessert but the course that we dine
And three out of every darn time
The effect is "mmmm" when a daisy grows in your mind
Showing true position, this here piece is
Kissin' the part of the pie that's missin'
When that negative number fills up the casualty
Maybe you can subtract it
You can call it your lucky partner
Maybe you can call it your adjective
But odd as it may be
Without my 1 and 2 where would there be
My 3
Mase pos and me
And that's the magic number
Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds
Common are speakers who are never scrolls
Scrolls written daily creates a new sound
Listeners listen 'cause this here is wisdom
Wisdom of a speaker, a dove and a plug
Set aside a legal substance to feed 'em
For now get 'em high off this dialect drug
Time is a factor so it's time to count
Count not the negative actions of one
Speakers of soul say it's time to shout
Three forms the soul to a positive sum
Dance to this fix and flex every muscle
Space can be filled if you rise like my lumber
Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle
Shake, rattle, roll to my magic number
Now you may try to subtract it
But it just won't go away
Three times one?
(what is it? )
(one, two, three!)
And that's the magic number
(yo, what's up? )
(1, 2, 3)
(I say, children, what does it all mean? )
(woah-woah-wo, 1, 2, 3)
(I wouldn't lie to you)
(no more no less, that's the magic number)
(no more no less)
(what it is? )
(no more no less)
(is this the future? )
(no more no less)
(do the shang-a-lang)
(no more no less)
(no one on the subway ever chats to me)
(no more no less)
(anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car? )
(no more no less)
(how high's the water, mama? )
(no more no less)
(how high's the water, mama? )
(no more no less)
(three feet high and rising)
(no more no less)
(three)
[Dave:]
Yeah, the 15 millionth time, 15 and 1
Check it out
Yo Com, how you rhyme to this slow shit
Yeah yeah, check it out
Yo memories of the corner, we huddled and stayed in trouble
Guzzled on 40 O-Z's and played the double and back
We doublin crack, no wonder why they fear us
We cussin cause our mommas couldn't hear us
Young lovers'll cuddle at 15 shit, they seen the struggle so
That makes him a man con-sidered he got plans but
She don't understand that this is where them fools bust at
Same corner where she go and catch the school bus at
It ain't changed a bit, we stand circle and spit bars
Cigarette butts scattered like glass shattered
and pops he play the corner 'til his day comes, DAMN~!
Ambulances on the corner but hey, now it's offi-cial
Cisco was the daze them cups of E&J;
Went down and hit a warm spot even in the winter's cold
We had our snorkel and our winter playboys on
These are the corners we was sent to play boys on
Our socks is pockets, the guns is rockets
It's where the after school fight was at, brand new bikes was at
Fila suits, Kangols and new Nikes was at
Same corner is today's same yesterday
[Chorus: x2]
I wish that I cold give you this feelin
I wish that I cold give you this feelin
We was livin on them corners, had a nigga rhymin, drinkin
Whylin, potted out, livin HIGH~!
[Pos:]
We live it real, hard, revoke your zeal
God don't come around here no mo'
So why you screamin HIS NAME in vain when the pain hits
Pick yourself up and get to a hospital quick
But leave out the bit, about what went down
I know they hound us for hawkin
Just a flesh wound, stitch it up, keep it walkin
Niggaz on the corners loyal, they ain't talkin (they ain't talkin)
Put down the sea of chalk and
The use of chalk is for lines of hopscotch
Or tracin dead bodies for crimes that got botched
For just crime commitin and it's, time to fit it
in the schedule, cause them crosstown niggaz
came to our corner sprayin that lead you pull
Ain't nuttin deeper than pilin in the car
with the streetsweeper so we can clear every star
off the corner
[Chorus]
(Ah one two, ah one two)
(Ah one two, ah one two)
(Ah one two, ah one two)
(Ah one two, ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn)
* BizMarkie starts out the song beatboxing while
De La Soul chants the words "I'll beatbox" *
(Dove) Ah mic test one two
(BizM) Aww man, I check it better
(DeLa) Ah whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark?
(BizM) I hit the rhyme with the mayonnaise, that's what I mean
(DeLa) Ah whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark?
(BizM) Man I got beats up my sleeve like you wouldn't BELIEVE!
(DeLa) Whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark?
(BizMarkie)
Ah with my "ah one two" I substitute about a loop
So let me serve with the slope, with the Plug of two scoops!
(Dove)
Mr. Miyag' never did dip for Dove
Bootleggers my legs and, grit about a hug
And who gets the Motts, I knots by the chance
I rain-dance. I rain-dance
But steppin just a bit I don't need another shadow
Makes makes, is gonna be the new man's motto
Don't increase the bull, because my pulley is broken
and my belly is full
It's a second I reckon on the bone and the ball
Makin London bridges fall, so check it
I bring a point to the joints that we change and chop
but we could bring it back to the beatbox!
* BizMarkie beatboxes with style and soul *
(Posdonus)
I'm Posdonus Plug Wonder. plotter
Serenade her cause I gotta. record
When in the womb I was naked. now I
chill with latex cause of how I, enter
the black wood without a splinter, provin
I had the chills what helps in movin, asses
Saw the light cause I got glasses, so we
sip the cappucino slowly
(BizMarkie)
I'sah makes the big money!
I drive big
(Posdonus)
cars, serve the bubble like a bar. tender
When in flight like a sender, lace
Sticks of dynamite on bass, head
(BizMarkie)
Lace the shoe until he dead
(Shorty No Mas)
Run! Cause the cop is gonna come
This my Plug style
(Posdonus)
so they can kiss my, grits
Hold my balls without a mitt. grab
the mouthpiece to talk the dag. nabit
I keeps goin like that rabbit, rico-
-chet a dame I need a Snicker, satis-
-fy the Norman to the Gladys, Knight
My glasses help me see the light, so we
sip the capuccino slow
(BizMarkie)
In life, it's what you see is usually whatcha
(Posdonus)
get, won't take a Drag-without-a-Net, no
(BizMarkie)
To put the rhythm in the, bone
(Posdonus)
marrow, laid the pipe to please Cari-lou
(BizMarkie)
I don't know!
(Posdonus)
If it's true.
. THAT'S A FUMBLE!
WELL CATCH A FEVER FROM THE JUNGLE
Chocolate, nubian girls flock to it, sweets
And if I can't sample beats, get the
beatbox equipped with the, dirt
BizMark and Doug E. works, fine
Mase work the wheel I tangle lines, HARK
the light is thirsty in the dark
so we.
* BizMarkie beatboxing while De La Soul chants the words "I'll beatbox" *
(Dove)
It's like I saw it in the river but my M wasn't fixed
Super heavy like a Chevy pump a Maseo mix
I had some screams in my pockets, and played it kinda hush
and did the outs (got to check out, the avenue)
I peeped the? Zoah? on the gimme gimme, plus we hit the plat'
Then the amps was on samp's, the villains got fat
The Natives weren't the neighbor then to, NIGGA PLEASE
It's a hustle for a joint when your settlement G's
But we still be on the wax because it acts like that
We still be on the moves because it moves like that
So there ain't no reason to don't stop
Cause we can bring it back to the beatbox!
* BizMark finishes it off *
"Yo who, I don't know who was on the mic man
[Chorus]
It's gotta be you, it's gotta be right
No time for games, it's gotta be tight
I just want this to be special, special
If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right
No time for games in my life
I just want this to be special, special
[Verse 1]
This is like the third time ya said you was through
I'm beggin' ya back, we loud in the parking lot causin' a scene
Campaignin' like the love ain't have no resident here
Still I stay all in the cabin
Although I know we've seen enough of good days and dirt
You cut me just to nurse me back but damn I'd understand it
You gave ya all and I just gave it up
Put the truck in ya name
Damn ya should've known I was liability
Ignorin' the ways you would dress for a nigga
Express to a nigga I heard jibber and jabber
My apologies I left the wrong man to conduct
Take these jewels for the inconvience and neglect
You expect the worst of it
But I realize that I owe you more than explaination
I got my life in a box, what I'm supposin' is a joint account
It's cash on it, let's take our lil' business and incorporate it
It's me and you girl
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
First of all love, your soul caller
Before me helped create and shape your distorted image
See every man don't play or even scrimmage
That's a lie but I'm try to be that only one
You look to, to make you smile
First you need to check my files
Understand I play the partners sterotypical man
An regret the pain I may have left to flame
My people say "Yo that's a fine girl ya mess with"
But I told em' we havin' a mess
Ya charm must have calluses from the grip
That it has on my heart that I ain't tryin' to rip
But by now we both should know
That it's no longer where ya at but where we tryin' to go
So do ya background checks so I can pass through these borders
And stamp my name on a lil' man or a daughter
Come on girl
Please listen to this simple De La style I'm gonna sing
It's strongly directed to all the misery you're bringing
Now I'm not all about dissing someone else personnel
But there's no quota on your odor
That's right you smell
Now you might feel a little embarassed don't take it too hard
And don't make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Please take your big ass to the bathroom
And please use
(A little bit of soap....)
* [Chorus]
Fear through time, is left behind, when we simply, havin
A wonderful time, a beautiful time, leave the troubles you find at home
Take some time, and ease your mind, when we simply, havin
A wonderful time, a beautiful time, leave the troubles you find at home
[Dave]
Hey, yo last day of spring first day of the heat (heat)
I'm calling out my troops so ya'll best retreat (treat)
Tryin' to win the eyes off of Little Bo Peep
While I'm pushin' Big Bird up Seaseme Street (street)
After one nut I'm goin' straight to sleep (sleep)
If it ain't a love affair, its just a late night creep (creep)
Use Colgate when I'm brushing my teeth (teeth)
Favorite MC's Gregg Nice and Smooth B (B)
Keep it old school like "Where's the beef?" and
If you ain't from an era then you up shit's creek (creek)
First B-side is freedom of speak
If you don't speak, well I ain't losin' no sleep.
See me on the cover of your Double X-L (L)
Takin' a holiday at the hotel (tel)
Fans keep sending me back the fan mail
Heavyweights keep it on th grand scale, when we doin' it.
Chorus (Crowd Cheering and Clapping)
[Pos]
Hey, yo, The sky swallowed the sun
spitted out the moon and stars
Puttin' out shiners that gave the cause
ArmorAll-ed down, the downtown activity
I'm bout to have fun without the problems that live with me
Not tryin' to be posh, but lets stay out the mosh pit
Tonight keep my nose out of trouble
Everybody in my bubble's been breifed:
NO BEEF, JUST PARTY!
Of course your gonna have some clown niggaz try to
take us off course
Always lower levels tryin' to bring out the devil in us
Not condoned but its known
That a party ain't a party if the thugs don't try to shut it down!
Tight security and its still soft
Can't offset the thirty or plus caught in the rush
Keep the door sealed
Cause the floor's filled with action and we don't need
any distractions tonight ya'll.
[Dave]
introduce me to your madaam ?Mauzel?
I'm Tarzan and she's my gazelle
I live at Biggs and say its notorius
Travel through minds, emotions and euphorias
Glorius (echo) as I get great (echo)
Still kinda smooth like way back in my oldschool tapes
I bring it pronto
Rep the BX like Billy Blanco
(Crowd cheering and clapping)
[Pos]
Treat your troubles like colds
Sweat it out, get it out
So we can get in the right mode
Let it out
No need to pull on the throttle
If I could bottle this love I wouldn't hesitate
Get it straight
Wonder why I can medicate the soul
While takin' its toll
Just for Simply (Simply!) Havin'(Havin'!)
The right record that could bring in the pull
And this must be the right run ya'll
Cause the dancefloor's full CUZ!
Now let's get right on down to the skit
A baby is brought into a world of pits
And if it could've talked that soon in the delivery room
It would've asked the nurse for a hit
The reason for this? The mother is a jerk
Excuse me, Junkie
Which brought the work of the old into a new light
What a way? But this what a way has been a way of today
Anyway push couldn't shove me
To understand a path to a basehead
Consumer should erase it in the first wave
But second wave forms believers
And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say
(You got the body now you want my soul)
Nah, can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Mase
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Nah, no my brother, no my sister
Try to get hip to this
Word, word to the mother
I'll tell the truth so bear my witness
Fly like birds of a feather
Drugs are like Pleather
You don't wanna wear it
No need to ask that question, just don't mention
You know what the answer is
Now I never fancied Nancy
But the statement she made held a plate of weight
I even stressed it to Wade
Did he take any heed? Nah, the boy was hooked
You could've phrased the word, "Base" and the kid just shook
In his fashion class once an A now an F
The rock rules him now, the only designs left
Were once clothes made for Oshkosh
Has converted to nothing but stonewash
Now hopping in a barrel is a barrel of fun
But don't hop in if you want to be down, son
'Cause that could mean down and out as an action
What does it lead to? Dum-da-dum-dum
People say what have I done for all my years
My tears show my hard-earned work
I heard shoving is worse than pushing
But I'd rather know a shover than a pusher
'Cause a pusher's a jerk
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Believe it or not
The plot forms a fee more that charity
But the course doesn't coincide
With the ride of insanity
Is it a chant that slants the soul to fill for it?
I know it's the border that flaunts the order to kill for it
Standing, scheming on a young one
Taking his time, eight-ball for a cool pool player
Racked it all, tried to break, miscued
Got beat by the boy in blue
Next day you're out by the spot once more
Looking hard for a crack in the hole
I ask what's the fix for the ill stuff
Word to the Dero
The answer should have been no
Run me a score from the Funky Four Plus One More
(It's the joint!)
Rewind that back
This is the age for a new stage of fiend
Watch how the zombies scream, "It's the crack"
Plain is plain, it should explain it from the start
Behind the ideals of cranking up the heart
Now the base claim's shot over every part
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Don't even think about it
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions, cause I know you know my name and
Knocking MC's out the frame and, putting them suckers to shame and
I live for hip-hop, so I have no time for fun and games and
So just come and peep the unique styles we are displaying
The beat's just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate
Feels good, as if a girl just touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus the hat, they (shit) is wack
When you see me coming take ten steps back
I make usage of the pronouns, adjectives, verbs
My granny says "You always had a way with words"
And that's because my word is bond, lyrics are laws
Sucker MC's look at me like I'm friggin' eye sore
Verse 2: Posdnuos
Heere comes a brother hipping others on the style they lack
I've always rhymed abstract, I even know the brother named Abstract
I am the earner of the soul in mine
Forget the physical cause the physical will die with time
I'm shaped to vibrate in definite proportions
Of the kids who need the fix (Just listen to the mix)
I just imagine constant non-stop for the rubbishing
Like (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they owned the publishing
Ducks be bleeding from illegal feeding on my verb
I bring the Mardi Gras to your face
I outwit vipers in my rhyme cipher
I can easily lick them cause they're victims of the subconscious race
Tossing periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by the crew who got the weight
So recessitating rap like the hicks do with Presley
It's the kid who peed the jeans in Orleans off of Nesley
Just be MC number nine, if you let me rhyme nine times infinitely I will
climb
I let my Walkman from Sony play cassettes from Raboni
Which guarantees to put me on the narrow road
Ayo, that's it from me, Plug 3, and Ali explode!
Verse 3: Q-Tip
When I rhyme, the effect just ripples
You sound sick, I hope your cells get sickles
You formulate into real stiff (shit)
Then I bet that it cut the chit chit
Cause the Ab will, be sharper than a Ginsu
Cutter or your bum (ass) head for the gutter
This is not a game and we ain't looking for the fame
That ain't the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame
My inter-reaction with paper is amazing
So needless to say mad trails are left blazing
A whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
But I'm here to say real rhymes to pay
I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
And through the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
Then transported to my throat then the quotes hit the air
As I stand dipped with the wares
Rhymes get slot times, move back from the jack
It's the verbal constructor, some MC's is wack
I make a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
Make (niggas) jump up, drink Don, and have a ball
I ainimate the unlively with the verbal combat
The Abstract, never the wack
Motivator of the many like Moses
Moving through, bringing games into the dummies that pose us
That means you the sub relator of the sub culture
Like a vulture I swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all around
Mental burdens I bring to MC's who sing
They sad songs, money, the dough's not long
Mine on the other hand is lent me tight
The Abstract gets real, real, real
Verse 4: Dove
Real down to Earth I hit the Long Island Rail
You never see me tango with the horn and the tail
I got the kid for your mind I design it like sender
Smoking made hope from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck takes the "S" off my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest makes a mess
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
Now your (ass) be slow guessing like molasass
Continue the menu, next on the platter
Hey where that (bitch) at? (He's right here boy!)
I gotta see what I got and who I'm getting it with
This ain't no nickle dime game that I'm peddling with
Mikie Rose said "Stop riding, it be dividing
Taking me out how I be vibing"
Packing hard like pistol but my pops got the crystal
Told me if I ever need it just *whistle*
Respects to Griff Dog for the razor
Much respects to Joe but for the favor
It's about a million brothers trying to make it in this world
[Dave:]
Hey yo I'm proud to be black y'all, wish I could bring Jay back
DJ put the needle to the haystack
Pump beats like eighty-six pumped crack
Raise the heat for the summer, we Fahrenheit
Banners like cash on your corner, papered and OD
Make your girl wanna shake in front of little ol' me
Even when I'm rock bottom still the most poppin
Hold crops like John on the farm, then Johnny your Fox
Boxcutter clean cut stem from the PA
Not your everday outcast, we outlast
Used to bust a tommy gun, now I blast off with a check
Might as well, I done earned the respect
[Chorus]
[Pos:]
Here to jumpstart the art again, the sparkplug W-O-N
I trouble your whole squad again
In a class by myself, so selfish in my ways
Shave my head bald, I'm too fly for tou-pes
Ain't nuttin sweet yet, never actin bitter
Shut your spitter small fry, you too dry to wet me
And if you could, you think I'd really let you?
In and out the hood I get much respect DUE
[Dave:]
Got two [?] with Supa Dave bandana
Shut your camera lens and use your senses
Recognize it's Pos, Mase and me
Stressin R-E-S-P-E-C-T, see?
[Chorus]
[Pos:]
Best believe it's official y'all
Rap's the new form of wrestling on mescaline tabs
and E pills, and y'all came back for refills
Watchin how the drama unfold
as MC's go from hot to cold
Pots of gold they search for
Some find more than others - platinum plaques
But when you act goes active on the radio
You become radioactive, that's a fact~!
De La's got the respect attack
Tactfully weathering the storm in all forms
We born to give you the breaks
Cause just like a fiend y'all came
so y'all can get rid of them shades
[Chorus]
[Pos:] Alright y'all, WE HERE NOW!
(This, is, a, Supa Supa, blast blast, Supa Supa, blast blast)
[Chorus: x4]
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Get down girl, get down girl
[Pos:]
(Get dowwwn!) Just another day in a lonely world
Where I like to make a lonely girl
feel a little less lonely, tell a tale where she's
my one and only, she got homegirls
who likes to do more than chat
So she asked where my homies at, I mean that song was fly
But if my homey can't have none, sayin I won't have fun
is honestly just a God damned lie~!
Self-missions are less stress, and cut out the mess
of havin a girl, verifyin if I'm lyin or not
with her girl, cause my niggaz occupyin the same spot with her
I'm like the fox with the fur well groomed
You find me in hot clubs and hotel rooms in between the sheet crack
And if the bed squeaks or noise-free, I'll put it to use
Swig from the tiger beers for the extra boost
Blow out your back like flames over the cake
Cut out a piece of your heart, for the claim
when I get you worked up to cream, and I can get on
some Snoop Dogg shit and scream, 'What's my motherfuckin name?'
[Chorus: w/ Erick Sermon ad lib samples]
[Dave:]
Hey, we in the position to renew things
I specialize in doin me and you things
Now what's that he say she say?
We got mortgages, dump all this gossip you're hoardin
This world premier is for real ma
A catalogue of lovin you can hear ma
Put the quarter in the jukebox
I brought a bit of luggage drawers and a few socks
A little Dane Dane, and some X-Clan
I'm tryin to save you from the chores of the next man
see we can picnic, and go horseback
I love your laughter even if you sound like Horshack
You so impeccable but damn them birds peck at you
Your technique is cuttin like you catch beats
Or def these nuts cause your sex speaks
We oughta 'Chill' like EPMD
[Chorus]
(Get dowwwwn!)
And now for my next number
I'd like to return to the classics
Perhaps the most famous classic
In all the world of music
The first time around you didn't quite
Understand our new style of speak
(Don't worry, we can fix that right now)
So, why don't you all just grab your bags?
(Come on aboard, hoist the anchor and we'll be off)
Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one
Answering any other service
Prerogative praised, positively I'm acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
After the battle they admit that I'm with it
Simply soothe, will move vinyl like glue
Transistors are never more shown with like
When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin
Due to a clue of a naughty noise called, 'Plug tunin''
Flock to the preacher called Pos
Let him be the stir to the style of your stew
Sit while the kid of the plug form aroma
Then grab a daisy to sip your favorite brew
Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior
But don't let the kick drum stub your big toe
See that the three will be your thread
But like my man Chuck D said, ?What a brother know?
Dance while I play and the cue cards sway
From my flower girls China and Jette
The button is pressed in '89 we'll start the panic
From De La Soul and a prince from stet
Negative noise will be all divided
Dangerous to dance, Posdnuos will croon
Ducks and kizids will all be rid
When paying position to the naughty noise called, 'Plug tunin''
Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Freeze, 'cause these are the brothers
Brothers of the soul who present a new flick
Every last viewer is tuned to the method
Known to be a method, no magicians, not a trick
Bitten by the spoken who been titled plug two
Swallowed by the loonies who are jealous with the showbiz
Dove'll teach the truth, Posdnuos will preach the youth
To the fact that this will bring an end to the negative
Flow to the sway 'cause I say, ?Fa So La Ti?
At the top we will dwell
Difference is fame and we rise then we build
Where we are set we get fat and we swell
Motions of the soul is a positive stride
One step forward is the space we consume
Vivid as the moon, you have yet to assume
How the soul found the motto of a naughty noise called, 'Plug tunin''
Vocal is local so believe that
This chant shan't rely on the strong lap
Trying and live so you best realize
That the gift that I present, I say gift wrap
Style of the tune is personal
And defining what's the rhyme is worst of all
Stop, sit and study 'cause the meaning isn't muddy
Just preach and do the gear as the first of all
Watch while the pitcher is pitching
'Cause this is the pitch of the year
Sing a simple song but keep the swing strong
Though you heard dove crying 'i ain't fair'
Those who think De La's on the flip tip
Try to flip this and you're doomed
Watch for the B B, 'cause if you try to grieve me
You'll be hung by the wire of the plug tune
I can't twist your arm and make you stay with me
f/ B-Real
Uh uh uh
Everywhere I go (What happens)
People ask me (What, what)
Yo dealer, you smoke weed (No doubt)
And I just tell em' YEAH!
Two weeks later, they smokin' weed
That's what I'm talkin' about
I ain't here to tell you not to smoke weed
Everybody get high
I'm here to apply the pressure
You, you, you and you
You and you (Especially you)
Come down to the den
I got some shit that'll blow ya mind
[Hook: B-Real]
Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure
Come here my peer, let me apply the pressure, the pressure
[Dave]
Yo, what up my nigga (Yeah, what up with your world)
Ain't shit, just got off the cell with this girl (So far)
Yeah B you know what we about to do (What the hey)
Come on nigga puff it too, yeah right
[B-Real]
Honey draws bees like dookie draws flies
Just like the weed draws me to get high
Now I'm not tryin' to bend ya arm
I just want you to take a hit off the bong
That's all (Just one hit man)
[Pos]
Come on cool it, I'm not foolish
Quit pullin' my leg baitin' me like cob
My name ain't Craig and I ain't lost my job
Don't mind be odd from out the bunch
And y'all cornerin' me ain't stoppin' me from doin' it
(If puffin' so bad, why everybody doin' it)
Man everybody doin' it (Yo come take a puff, style is real)
[B-Real]
Let it take ya whole style and feed it
(Go ahead with that man)
[Hook]
[B-Real]
I got the funk to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got the funk to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
[Dave]
Come on
Y'all are actin' like this shit is supposed to raise me to the clouds
[B-Real]
Shit the clips we smokin' on would make Bob Marley proud
And he was one of the illest
[Dave]
Shit one of the illest ever
(He smoked mad trees and still remained clever
I guess ya right
[B-Real]
Ain't no need to guess, put it to the test
Ask ya questions alphabetically
[Pos]
OK, hypothetically if I do take a hit
Do I necessarily have to be tastin' your spit
I mean shit I ain't shared a straw since the fourth grade
[B-Real]
But don't chu' know chick like to smoke and get laid
Don't be a dunce it ain't gonna hurt you once
Quit bein' a punk
Go ahead and hit the fuckin' blunt
[Dave]
But will it take a long time to recover
(Depends on the brother or sis who's puffin')
Hey stop that bluffin' like you givin' a survey
And let us serve the hay
And get yo mind alligned to the ways
[B-Real]
Of the master
[Pos]
Man I seen a cast a spell
To many brain cells and sane cells
A lead to fulfill wants and needs
I heard it's like a gateway to doin' more than weed
[B-Real]
Man I love my relationship, I'm no quitter
Mary Jane's my first love and I'ma stick with her
[Pos]
And when I feel paranoid
[Dave]
All ya questions is void unless ya try
Come on man for once get high
[B-Real]
I got the shit to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind)
I got the shit to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
[B-Real]
Hey you don't gotta do anything ya don't wanna
It's not gonna change you or ruin your persona
[Pos]
Yeah but what if I can't stop
Shit I ain't with bein' no addict (Cut that shit out)
[B-Real]
Man, please tell him to stop bein' so dramatic
Just take a hit and let the weed do the trick
[Pos]
But will this make me sick
[B-Real]
Come on, quit actin' like a bitch
I can blaze the weed and you can make excuses
Now ya gonna smell the smoke my greenest weed produces
You'd probably like the smell too, ya probably wouldn't admit it
You'd probably wanna hit too (Come on man quit it)
Ya clearly in denial (Yo this shit ain't my style)
How do you know come on, let us give you a trial
Let's put chu' at ease with these trees
Power to heal, put cha' mind at peace
Yeah, increase the level of the highness
My miss express accumulatin' through ya blindness
(Come on man hit this shit)
[Hook]
[B-Real]
I got the shit to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind)
I got the shit to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (Blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
Let me say something
Just started smokin' (Please don't smoke too much)
But uh to all my smokers (Smoke it up)
Yeah, let's get em'
Apply pressure, apply the pressure
Apply pressure, let's get em' y'all
Apply pressure
f/ Shell Council
[Male Announcer]
The following explicit content in this song by "Pawn Star"
Are not necessarily the views expressed by De La Soul
But they understand
[Female Announcer]
Execute porn star NOW!!!
1 - [* People having sex *]
[* People talking *]
Pawn star.....Pawn star
[Shell Council]
Check it, pussy got me wide open, writin' the love notes
Butt naked, strippin' out of her trenchcoat
Got me hittin' high notes, pitchin' a deep throat
Bitch be suckin' niggas car door
[Dave]
Yo, I broke my piggy bank just to see that pussy stank
Smelly in Africa then Africa, whoa
[Shell Council]
I know like you know when you spendin' them hundred dollar notes
We box triangles all angles
[Dave]
Yo, throw her on the table Shell
[Shell Council]
No, I tie her with a phone cable [* Phone rings *]
Bound her by her wrists and ankles
I bust right off Pun and Abel
[Dave]
Yo, actin' like we're kidnappers stabbin' the mouth with two dicks
Take a couple of new flicks
[Shell Council]
Click...click give up the money bitch
Had her backin' it up, smackin' it up
Yo, we fucked till the sun came up
[Hook: with 1 in background]
Pawn star, hey there special lady do what you do
Cause I don't care what they say to you
See you're my pawn star
You're beautiful to me in every little way
A very special lady, pawn star
Rather doggy style than missionary
You very, very...very, very...very beautiful pawn star
You're a superstar to me and you came into my life pawn star
Many years ago you made me feel so good
You knew that when no one understood
Cause you're my pawn star
Haey, hey, hey, hey uh
And you could never be my wife, trick
[Shell Council]
Yo I reign supreme, champion back off
Shorty's a five start porner
Turn tricks, wants some dick inside her
Work the spread eagle like National Enquirer
Pussy lips grips the neck of Coke bottles
And turn style will have you nibblin' on a nickel
All of a sudden out came the shackel
Shell ain't go no problem with
You can be my...
[Hook with 1 in background]
Pawn star...pawn star...pawn star...pawn star
'Good morning gentlemen. In the absence of your responsibilities
to Sanctuary Records and Tommy Boy Music, you've been left with
free reign to conduct business as you see fit. Your mission,
if you so choose, is to continue to do what you do best - hip-hop.
This tape will self-destruct in five seconds.'
[Pos:]
Making cash steady's on everybody's mind
DJ's spinnin our songs now decline
Rap is fast, but rap ain't cool
Hot enough to burn, yet I roll with a firm
that'll put that fire out, lower your temps
Smack you with a banana, lil' chimp~!
I'm known to run laps around your BMI and ASCAP
Put me on a tour bus, cover whole map
Leave my organs in tact when I die
But please donate every rhyme that I've fried
and baked, to them no skill rappers on the make
Who say the same shit, come in the same fit
And I'm wonderful while I'm most wild
Most call me Wonder Why for years
Got hip-hop like quarts of blood
that's the lifeflow to the very verse
Everybody say HOOOOO, for your ears
[Dave:]
Ah yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)
Rock a foreign spot cause the God's so STRESSED
Brand new shoes (shoes) a brand new name (name)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ka-BAM!
B-boy stance I got the buckle on my belt
East coast reppin with the buckle on they belt
Forty-deuce flicks we had them fuckers on our belt
I'ma stay b-boy 'til this whole shit buckle
Rock'n'roll, round here we +Rocksteady+
EMC's need to +BE+ MC's
Lyrically inclined does not mean jack
if you cannot comprehend that ol' boom bap
That backyard scrap, like BVD's
Taylord's double{?}, and pinstripe Lees
That ba-ditty-ba-boom shit on hold
Now it's SoundScan spins, and who went GOLLLLLLD~!
Fuck all they want platinum
But how's that good when you lyrically wood?
[Outro:]
Yeah, mic check one two
Yo it's feedback y'all, feedback, one two
YEAH, party ain't over y'all
We just tryin to fix the technical difficulties
Crazy feedback
Way out in Long Island, yeah
Aiyyo yo, turn down the music
Yo ummm, James Morris
James Morris, your mother is outside
You, you have to go home (your mommy's outside)
I mean damn B, guess you gotta home, bye bye!
Herbie Hancock, heh heh
Yo yo, don't turn on the light man!
Don't turn the light, turn off the light man
We 'bout to get it back on, yo DJ
DJ turn that back on man
Line up with the mic, let's do it
[Yummy]
I never can say goodbye
No no n-no I, never can say goodbye
I, I don't know the rest
[Posdonus]
We those pros, we never procrastinate (ah)
Them guardians they shouldn't let you get past the gate
Watch out dawg, the watchdog's showin his teeth
(Guess you bit too much shit) they bitin your beat
While I speak from experience, hunger and hurt
And a little bit of hate from niggaz doin me dirt
I just wash it all out with Tide and show love
to those who ride with me while I'm puttin in work
[Butta Verses]
Full-timin it, 8: 30 to 6, the graveyard shift
The three months before the benefits hit
But my position went temp' to perm'
I sat and listened like an intern watchin who applied get fired
Now I'm sittin in the break room, they gotta make room (make room)
My paper stacks, put staples through 'em
So I can keep my money together
Some die-hard fans just don't want it like, "Put Pos back on it"
[Posdonus]
I'm back on it, that's why you never disappointed
We give you what we live through for real (for real)
Don't own a crown but I'm royalty
And tryin to see the royalty checks about a half a mil'
Whether off or on the chart, my cuts grips your heart
(You know we got you open) like your gut splits apart
I never pass the buck, my shoulder holds the weights
So don't beef when we don't pass collection plates
[Butta Verses]
I don't give money, I don't support the needy
Schooled in America, taught to be greedy
And everything ought to be, easy
But I never could say goodbye to my friends who get high
I wonder why, I'm rockin with that guy, it's serious
Still make him cry when the satire's hilarious
Cold for your areas, flows come in various shapes and sizes
so hot that you despise it
[Chorus: Dove] + (Yummy)
Never last up to bat (no no no no)
These skills we don't lack (no no no no)
We never fall and pray (no no n-no no)
Make all the ladies say (ooh ooh baby)
You can't knock the hustle - not at all (no no no no)
Can't be budged by your muscle (no no no no)
Never ridin on E (no no n-no no)
It's De La and Butta V (drive you crazy)
[Posdonus]
Yo, if you are what you eat; some of you
cats heads between your girl's legs a lot cause y'all act too sweet
(Go brush your teeth!) Then after that
Put in a little more practice on your rhymin attack
What you write's not the least bit hot
Maybe cause your wrist is so cold from all that ice you cop
Hate to hate a playa but you know what?
I still smother ya like cheese and rockin leaves freshly cut
[Butta Verses]
And we the steak and potatoes and De La's the greatest
And ladies be on the floor thankin the Lord that He made us
I'm tellin you, I swoop her like a pelican do
You sayin - look at that pelican fly; you spittin gelatin rhymes
They shaky as shit, ugly in the mold you fit
We the square peg on the round hole, sound's soulful
Your imitation flavor is tofu
It's true we make our bed all day, and we are.
[Posdonus]
. the world of rap! Take you back
in the days of all four hundred ways that people lack
It's that (what) authentic, big-nosed mic music
Four to five survive all night to it
I'm tryin to keep up with my Jones' and Thomas'
'til I'm broke like them New Year's Eve promises
And that's alright, I just penned another sixteen
to fill my bank account with the mixed greens
[Butta Verses]
Moms want 5's and 10's
The girls I got is 9's and 10's, VH1 "Behind The Pens"
You anticipate greatness from elder statesmen
I ch-ch-ch-AHH, like Biz Mark' or Jason
I bust one shot just to start the racing
The tortoise and the hare, which one there is chasin?
Slow and steady, we already Andretti
Get ticket take parades, waves and confetti and.
[Chorus] w/ minor variations
[Pos] Come on y'all
[Yummy: repeat 4X]
If the Soul keeps rockin, the streets will keep rockin
If the streets keep rockin, the Soul will keep rockin
If the streets stop rockin, the Soul will keep rockin
[Incomprehensible] {When you love me, hold me and tell you care
And what we have is much more than they can see}
Ladies and gentlemen, here, here, here we go again
No doubt, y'all care anymore, about this hip-hop man?
I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go for 15 seconds of fame?
Microwave, popcorn-ass niggaz
Yeah, we give you much more, longevity baby
Aiyyo Dave
Yo, it's been instilled in me since infinite y'all
Usin' these minutes like I value the call
Put your money in the bank and hold rank
Over friends who ain't got leadership skills
I got the sheep in my eyes so I can't sleep
We like the land and laid, the brand old way
Grand operate the scandal way, L.I. sheist
I play the X-Box instead of fuckin' with dice
I hate losin' to those who walk away with my dough
'Cause I dozed, Tracy broke me
And now she wanna see the resident provokin' me
To pop wheelies on my bicycle, watch her eyes twinkle
One house, two houses, third house
House rules so house take bank, watch Dave bank
Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta extravaganza
Gamma ray rap I make the Hulk snap
Jump back like James Brown, hey now
When the liquor over we smokin' the hay now
Delegatin' numero dos, I holla out the sound of los
And keep the Island close to me
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
I got verb skills, babies and bills, brothers who smoke krills
And still tryin' to get himself together from it
Knowin' he can't quite run it like me
I'm on the cutting edge of what's alleged to be hot
And when you rock, it's just impersonations of me
The rightest MC, MP with the V in the middle
I belittle your plan, courtesy, of NY dirty C my man
My base of fans are made up of many, with kids allergic
To belts lettin' they mind melt from drinkin' the Henny
And them straight and narrow types who be waitin' to hear
Them drums say the revolution is near, are you listening?
Are your eardrums open for christening?
We God Body MC's with these tools
While some others play God, they just God damn fools with it
I don't cuff mics, I rough mics up rough and rugged
Get the girls to love it
Still and all five-oh came to my mic check
Tellin' me I left lacerations around my mic's neck
Domestically disputed and you just might get
The undisputed underdog servin' y'all threat
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
And what we have is much more than they can see
[Dave:]
Yeah... it's De La
You know we up in here, just doin what we gotta do
This joint right here we call 'Just Havin a Ball'
Just havin a ball, y'know
See my lady really don't like me when I be
sayin the things I be sayin in my rhymes but
You know I'm just havin a ball
They say Dave got it bad for these broads on tour
These thick legs, Lego and Rubix Cube
Tyco, night glow, butt-ass nude
He got Monopoly's on 'em from the Bronx to the bank
Got the battle - 'He sank my Battleship!'
I put a sock on my robot and box the all night
Play the head to head, never went all pro
At the halftime performance she the halftime show
A part time sucker, I implore the game (word up)
She quick to dodge-balls, avoidin the face stain
Jack-in-the-box, nah that ain't no haps
I need that Mrs. Potato Head in my lap
In checkers and chess I do a big cut bounce
36 ounces of hula hoop hips
I'm shootin for that Duck Hunt, that Dan Quayle tail
What I gotta spell it out? I'm about to campaign
for that President Bush, damn I declare war
Bring on some of your friends, matter fact, the next whore
[Pos:]
Alright I'm tryin to have a ball without all that girl talk
Cause my girl wouldn't like that either
So I'm I'm tryin to stay away from that
Aww fuck it, I'm hot
Let me, let me do it, let me do it a lil' bit
Aiyyo 'Gimme That,' that Lil' Webbie & Bun B
I used to mash Lil' Debbie up in 1-D
Those were the days, but days don't change
So we still get it on just to keep it all the same and it's
routine to rock roll and rip shows
Across the zip codes and fold the thick loads
of information inside your earlobes
We are the high end thread for your mere clothes
Outside of the box is where you'll find us
Those who find to it, step behind us
It's not about the lead, we not tryin to be
the heir to the throne but the air that you breathe and it's
protocol for us to get at y'all
With a face filled with game
We play without the cheat codes, we don't need those to rock
Close the do' in our face, best believe we gon' knock
Let us in y'all
[Dave:]
Yeah that's right
It's De La, that's how we do
We just have a ball everytime we have a ball
Now make sure y'all look out
for the TV series, this is part one, 'The Impossible Mission'
We gon' have two and three
Aiyyo Why, part two point five, hahaha
That's how we do it y'all
Shout out to my man Maseo
Shout out to my man Prince Paul
Shout out to everybody out there, De La family
You know how we do
Just havin a ball, I just like talkin
I don't really talk too much, I'm just havin a ball
Yeah
Shout out to A Tribe Called Quest, you know how we do it
Yeah
Shout out to cuttin the record off~!
DOVE:
This one is a short rendition in which me and pianist mate of mine
by the name of Prince Paul... I shall not relieve, I mean reveal, my
identity...
(Girl in background: That's not funny.)
So, I think we shall begin like this. Are you ready, Prince Paul?
You're fuckin' us up, man!
PAUL: My playin's good, man!
DOVE: Fuckin' us up, man! As we begin again... rude interruption from
our audience...
(Background laughter)
Here we go.
Oh Johnny
You got a bullet in your forehead, boy
Don't you understand, you dead
Buried six feet under the concrete
Ooh-aww-oh
That's the noise he made when he got shot
But Johnny's still dead
Still dead
Thought about his mama
Thought about his father Josephine
Nobody could help the boy when he hit the concrete
Ooh-aww-oh
The last words said by Johnny
But now he's six feet under and he's dead
This song, does not contain, explicit lyrics
But the thought is erotic
Aww baby
Access to her cove, lovestruck Dove is Dove's mode
Took a look, dropped my books, Jenifa, oh Jenny
Breakfast was our greetings, yoghurts and birdseed's what I fed
Slipped a note, "Rock my yacht, Jenifa, oh Jenny"
Jenny only thought about Jimmy, but didn't think about Derwin
The Jimmy who's only a virgin
Steady we go, Jenifa led, pluggin' a tune which freedom well said
So what's the fix, O Jenifa, can a brother with soul get swingin'?
The Downstairs where we met, I'd brought records, she'd cassettes
Lost a break, found her shake, Jenifa, oh Jenny
Transcripts showed more than flirt, "I love daisies" read her shirt
Grabbed my jeans, Jimmy screamed, Jenifa, oh Jenny
Morals shaped like the floss, no-one could live their life for Pos
Found her house, aroused my joust, Jenifa, oh Jenny
Her clothes I did shuck, just like Dan I strictly stuck
To the punt, she cried "Kick it", Posdnous was in
Jenny only thought about Jimmy, but asked was I a virgin
Like some kid named Derwin?
She said, "Let's try it in the bathroom", but the 'nous is way above sinks
So to the kitchen, she did Dan and came back wrapped in Saran
Positions, muscles flexed, Dove was lost in a Ghana hex
Passed her test, felt her teddy, Jenifa, oh Jenny
Notions soothed the mood, Dove was lost in De La Heaven
Scream Plug 2, did the do, Jenifa, oh Jenny
Jenny, teased my homeboy Granny, in fact she teased so many
She was known as a garden tool
Did her thing while I plugged once, hope she don't fall fat 9 months
From now, I'll tell you what, Trugoy ain't ready
Worned out was my cater, mind you, this was 3 days later
The door turned blue, you guess who, Jenifa, oh Jenny
Advanced to the radio, Teddy persuaded us to turn off the light
Wanted me to rhyme while she wrapped me up in a ball of twine
No more I dispatch, was it Jimmy had met his match?
Or could it be the realisation, all girls owned a Jenny?
For normal health, I have fought, a valuable lesson she hath taught
Al Watts: Hey all you kids out there! Welcome to Three
Feet High and Rising. Now, here's what we do. The following
contestants... how are you doing, contestants?
Contestants: (General babble, inc. 'Okay', 'Alright', 'Yo Mama')
Al Watts: So fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves.
Contestant number one!
Contestant #1 (Dove): How ya doin', Al. Just came all the way
down from Wichita just to be on this show. You know it's
gonna be swell and I'm gonna win all the money. Gonna win all
the money. See ya.
Al Watts: Okay, contestant number 2.
Contestant #2 (Mase): Excuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase,
I'm from Australia, and I'm just glad to be here.
Al Watts: Okay, contestant number 3.
Contestant #3 (Pos): Hello, my name is, uh, Plug One, and uh,
let me tell you a little bit about myself, I like Twizzlers,
and I like the Alligator Bob, and my favorite movie
is um, Bloodsucking Freaks, just like your mama.
Al Watts: Okay, contestant number 4.
Contestant #4 (Prince Paul): Hello, my name is Prince Paul,
and I'm just... glad to be on the show. Thank you.
Al Watts: Okay. Now we've met the contestants, let's get to
the game! I'm going to ask an amount of four questions, and
the contestants will try to answer them correctly. Now, you
out there in the audience can answer along with them.
How many feathers are on a Perdue chicken?
How many fibres are intertwined in a Shredded Wheat biscuit?
What does "touche et lele pu" mean?
How many times did the Batmobile catch a flat?
Now that we know the questions, we'll let the contestants
think them over, and we'll return right after these messages.
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Allow me, to break it down, ah
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah
Life
This is dedicated to all my folks
Diagnosed with a bad case of that proper upbringin'
And never took the time to fall in line or follow
Or swallow the thoughts
Of the recognized committees who lurk throughout ya cities
Ya hood, ya town, no matter which type
You from the same type of people try to hold you down
Just because you tailor made for bigger and better things
Never missed a chance to move ahead of things
And what does it bring? I tell you for me
It brought jealousy in back wounds from all the stabbin'
Cats posin' as my fan just to get grabbin' what's mine
I'm livin' in times where my daughters are found around
Kids who can't afford thinkin' caps
But always found drinkin' raps and eatin' off beats
Claimin' laws of the streets, but who made the laws?
Everybody playin' 'rebel' with no sign of a 'cause'
Well I, feel the world around me
I've found that others will bring you down just to be down
You've got to make up your mind where you wanna be
Where you wanna go with your life, with your life
Yo, I'm never singin' the blues but findin' the clues to maintain
And I been blessed to reign supreme over nearly every dream I had
And I made it come true, I'm an imperfect man
And I'm holdin' the clue to perfection
It doesn't seem to matter what direction I look
I find people settin' traps, tryin' to find the goal
Without havin' any maps, even friends of mine
Jumped on line just to become my adversary
They felt they were entitled to the dairy I made
They don't come to chill or behave
And they got, toast ready to burn
Not learnin' to live, but they yearnin' to take what you earn
Well I, feel the world around me
I've found that others will bring you down just to be down
You see, you've got to make up your mind, where you wanna be
And where you wanna go with your life, with your life
So quick to place blame and deny the shame
We bring upon ourselves so many names held
Accountable for my own account
When a large amount was weight that I made and shaped
When I climbed I found
It was hard to find others around to point my fingers at
Which made me realize the truth
The biggest suppressor could be your own ego
Lookin' for an excuse to plant roots, in a field of self sorrow
To sprout and follow the first thing you feel
Nourishes your hunger to be respected, it gets hectic
And when I'm watchin' the news and my daughter walks in
And choose to ask
"Why were all those people on the floor sleepin', covered in red?"
I told her that they were lookin' for God
But found religion instead
Well I, feel the world around me
I've found that others will bring you down just to be down
You see, you've got to make up yo' mind, where you wanna be
And where you wanna go with yo' life, with your life, with your life
[Unverified]
I need my space to live
Well I, feel the world around me
I've found that others will bring you down just to be down
You see, you've got to make up yo' mind, where you wanna be
[Intro:]
I mean the only way that you gon' get it
is to go out there and get it, y'knahmsayin?
It's like sometimes you gotta just put it all and bet the farm
You ain't gonna get it any other way, you know?
For me it's about bein better than I was yesterday, y'know
I'm sick and tired of bein sick and tired, I'm tired of losin
So I'ma bet it all, y'knahmsayin?
[Pos:]
All hail to the check one-two
You can catch one-two at a theatre near
Where you'll find me supportin rap, like a brassiere
Not sayin if the game is tits, but you gotta admit
that the soul be the, holder of the mic device
Rhymes filled with blood and guts, the game filled with
bolts and nuts, but them shits rusty
And the trusty MC got the W-4
You can find me up in the W. Moore
I'm back on the juice with them heavy-o Chevy rhymes
Missin like crime on the deuce
We don't sit in boats and fish, we sit in studios
and quote words to serve on a dish
And the nerve that you wish you had I got bags of
And tracks are drugs that only make it worse when you're high
Listenin to the Why on the first verse named Wonder
So don't underestimate, what we create
And you'll never find us pullin up to clubs
in them long stretch whales
Or pushin inside girls with Donkey Kong stretch tails
And when all else fails, we hit 'em with the charm
that reflects like muscles on the arm
And even if crowded like food courts
We own home court advantage so we never feel alarmed
[Dave:]
It's eighty-six y'all, put your rap on pause
More milk on the mic than them pregnant broads
Nine times out the dime it's a penny on the floor
Same penny you walk around and ignore
See I'm the penny that'll have the deal closed
Turn that point nine nine into one point oh's
A millisecond you'll be needin in the race
That photo finish I ain't even see your face
I'm that one degree that made the Pisa lean
The one goal, one job, one aim and one team
That one good push that gave birth to your dream
That one good year, that one good beer
See you can hit the lotto with hope and a buck
But with 99 cents yo' ass is outta luck
Once upon a time, it's not once it ain't happen
One pop in the air does not mean you clappin
One rap hit does not mean you be rappin
Although you bust rhymes, you ain't kill it ONE TIME~!
Never was to be in the first, just the second one
If you don't find me with mic, I'm mic checkin one
One good pinch, and one good hunch
That's just one bad apple out the New York bunch
Got ones, but I want 2's 3's and 4's
I'm that one when you got one more
DOVE:
I'm buggin'
POS:
E-ghostbusters
DOVE:
Mercy, mercy, (ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy! (ego trip, ego trip), Mercy!!!
MASE:
Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!! Aaah!!!
DOVE:
Yep, yep big trucker man's rollin' in town
How ya do, how ya do
I got the joints to make ya...(JUMP!)
Because I'm headin' eastbound
Tired of the merry go round and around
And everybody's talkin' bout you're so funny
But they still tellin' lies to me
I got the trees in my backyard
And it's hard for them to tell a lie to me
And who's the foot, I'm the foot but who's steppin'
(Ain't no half steppin')
You know where I'm steppin'
Skirts play wit it cause I'm slick like that
I'm the greatest MC in the world!!
You gots to gimme gimme mine cause I'm heavy when I weigh it
Watch the way I say it (ego trip)
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
I never did it
The flavor's bein' butt but brothers ain't gettin' it
Get it; or else you're a goner
When I rolls over ya gonna have to wanna lamp
Cause it's the chattanooga champ
Takin' a train...Takin' a train...Takin' a train...Takin' a train...
POS:
Now I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
Well I'm the hourglass cat
Drug it out of jack
DOVE:
For jill
POS:
Cause I spilled the phenomenon
Pack the holes in my lawn
The girls in my saun[a]
Word is born I'm a livin' phenomenon
Well I'm a better brand cause I'm a superman
I run the block with my circle cause I'm nubian
I got the platinum rust, so don't even fuss
Cause DJ Paul, he's down wit us
Now people stop takin' my stylin' for a joke
I don't sassafrass I put the foot up the ass
Sometimes I'm fast, blow off like a seal
SHORTIE NO MAS:
When they reminisce over you
POS:
For real
Mase chopped the record down to the bone
And now Renee King is on my telephone
But I got the Ring Ring Ha Ha Hey Hey
SHORTIE NO MAS:
Cause this type of shit it happens everyday
POS:
I got to make me a connection so my imports stuff
(WORD!) Wo, word 'em up
Cause I'm so fly...
DOVE:
Yes on and on
I'm ins like (?) go buy my yacht
I got Gills like Johnny
Sail at 7 elf (well good for ya)
Bigger than bigs, dig it (I dug it)
Ways that amazes popes
I am the is equals is cause it's caught up
When the tides taught me the ropes
No weights for the baits (man I'll give you four)
For a verb unheard of (man gimme one more)
Alright you got it if you're special
With a dapper toe tapper when a lot's goin' on
(And ain't a damn thing happenin')
The answer to the riddle is me and here's the question
Who can be (fresh)
Who can be (dope)
Who can be (nice)
Who can be (beautiful)
Who can be (word)
Who can be....
POS:
Me be the Jericho turnpike bandit
Yes competition try to troupe my way
I sing the song you never heard before
I feed the famine in your mind
So mind ya manners baby
I run a line on ya
Lay ya on the springs then sway ya
All this and a condom cause I be a taxpayer
Promotin' of a moccasin I skin like Danny Boone
When I swallow hear the (gulp)
So give me room just give me room back the hell up
SHORTY NO MAS:
Back the hell up
Know what I'm sayin'
POS:
Or when I run the mic there won't be no delayin'
Pressure 40 does it like a Easy Bake oven
DOVE:
Blues got the muffin
SHORTY NO MAS:
Eat it
DOVE:
Blues got the muffin
SHORTY NO MAS:
Eat it!!
POS:
Intoxicate many wit my talk without intoxicatin' myself low
So I gots to walk slow but.....
DOVE:
Don't you get too hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
(Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip,)
(Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!)
PRINCE PAUL:
Somebody's cryin'?
I know somebody's cryin'.
Who's cryin'?
Yo, somebody's cryin' here.
(Trippin' down the fuckin stairs)
(YEEAAAHHH!)
[dove]
In rap goes apartment leave your chart bent off of hits
And catch mad love with a mix
Scream on fire like grits, and make sure the shine spits
Do away with all ignorance
Look out for the roaches and the pits mr. burns beware
[mos def]
I be the mr. bern like the bernstein bears
Keep it sloppy like joe, 'cause joe don't care
But as long as I maintain savoirfaire
And the bums on the street chump change I spare
Keep it slick like james brown hair, do
Keep it raw like the z ave crew, true
The temperature's high up, or h-d
If the last thing's a booger you can't count on me
I'm a give a cockroaches, mos definitely
[posdonus]
Now the apartment is getting kinda hot up in here
I guess a de la soul jam's been placed in your ear
Added sugar to the thoughts of the inner-city circle
Who might have to hurt you on a night that's late
When you're in the wrong town picking up your date
I guess your date wasn't set on having you for a mate
Chorus: dove
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am i, to disagree?
I travelled the world and the seven seas
And everybody, say it's gotta be funky
[posdonus]
We be the suns party people rotate around the fun
(it's plug one) one never played no guns
I specialize in never putting wool over the eyes
This is the tower of stain that wouldn't be surprised
If you didn't apply it to the ordinary skin
I'm a mc in love with the way-back-when
Match pens to pad, I be ayamo's dad
Doing laundry to clean up on reality's fad
[dove]
Now we in a sticky situation but we make it fon-kay
And bring it back to the days of watching pu-nky
Brewster, used ta, be in l.i. flats
With the bricks, jibbin this and that, upon tracks
[mos def]
We came to thank kids, not the blankets, but the towel
Shed love with the verb and the vowel
Move grooves like a bowel, de la representer
See funky is the way we keep it settin in your dreams like that
Chorus 2x
Teah yeah, gonna keep it real for the apartments in your area
Yeah, gonna move it like this everybody just funk in your area
Pos one's in your area, maseo's in your area
Too much plug, two much plug
Plug two's in your area
De la's in the area
Attic entertainment
Fat fat, uh
And along came Pos
Fat fat
[Posdnuos]
It's a sure bet
When I stare into your dark browns I get
Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep
My bounds, on your touchy subject
Your weight, shape's not what I date
It's you, my crew don't mind it thick (Uh-uh)
Every woman ain't a video chick (Nah)
Or runway model, anorexic
I love what I can hold and grab on
So if you burn it off,keep the flab on
We gonna stay gettin our collab on (Oww)
Girl we gonna stay gettin our collab on (Ooh, ooh)
We gonna stay gettin our collab on
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryna get witcha anyway cuz I know your a nasty girl
We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size
Oooh-ooh oooh-ooh oooooohhhh..
Yeah it's nothin but a litte baby, fat fat [5x]
[Posdnuos]
Claim you outta shape, you not outta place (Uh-uh)
You keep it natural with no powdered face
Without exercise you got the eye
Starin you down, make me wonder why
You women wanna frown at them stick figures
On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggaz
Run up and try to hurl game for real
Your frame holds appeal in the everyday
World in conceal is not the way
To go, I'm tellin you I had to let
Ya know, ya need to let it all hang
[Dove]
Don't be scared to show a little of that thang-thang
No matter how you weigh it girl it's femine
Got a body everybody wanna know (Yea yea)
Be the private dancer in my Luke show (C'mon girl)
Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu
Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you (Heh)
See girl, ya more than just apple in my eye,
Confess I wanna get up in ya thighs
Downs, the rest'll tell you all the things..
[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
[Dove]
I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight (Skintight)
Make the big panties look like little panties (Heh)
Tryin to lose that bottom girl you been right
I saw who make ya cookies I should go and thank ya granny (Uh-huh)
Don't mind you being conscious of ya calories
If gettin paper stack man you'd get salaries
You ain't in this alone I got a tummy to
Just lemme watch the weight, don't let it trouble you (C'mere girl)
Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans
You 'bout a size seven and just make it fit
Slim Fast, lypo, and body creams
I'll put you on the dogs I got a candle lit
[Chorus: Devin the Dude] 2x
Yeah, it's nothin but a little baby, fat fat [5x]
Ladies and gentlemen!
We got de la up in the house tonight
They just walked up in here
We gon’ see if they can come up here
And do a lil’ somethin for us
[dove]
Yo, it’s star-studded in here
I’m on the moon like the first man
First can I grab is gon’ get it
She all independent but want her throat wetted
Tight from the floor to height
See I saw the night, in dream bubbles I fiend to see double
So I sip until my bladder bust
You in v.i.p., so why you mad at us? (word)
By-stand, I’m in the world fox-trottin
Gettin my fred astaire on, follow my lead girl
Chorus: repeat 2x - (uh-huh only 2nd repeat)
Me and you come over, we
Do it like the cha-cha, just
Like we at the cop-a, ca-bang-a (uh-huh)
[pos]
For all my niggaz runnin around like the mothership landed
Or is it because there’s some others who handed
Their daughters over to the night life
Yes we tryin to find a night wife to get wit
Interface with they whole clique, I force the draft
I get the first pick, run this easily
? ? rule like d, joey and jay
Around the way, we’re goin
But first tell all these women who ain’t knowin
Chorus 2x
[pos]
Yo.. I talk no shame upon this
I got aim all on this to shoot and score the trout
Who’s actin all cute and out of position while I’m wishin
To get her bottom limbs arched like a grasshopper
Puttin in work to make it last proper
Ninety percent of the time is on my mindframe
So I’m game to reign up to par
While my fam runs it cool up at the bar, I stay clearheaded
Lettuce enough cheese to get shredded
We like navy seals lookin for the gold
Our natural appeal got them others on hold
Them girls dealin with us tonight
Came with the large appetite and got served
Got nerve to think less, you can bless me and my kinfolk
Rushin up against my yolk-sac promote that
Pimp play upon how we get it on for real!
Chorus
[dove]
You see you hopeless up in the spot
Talkin a lot of champagne taste holdin 40 ounce pockets
Switch the sprocket to gear to top of the year
We gon’ drop it like confetti on it, get ready on it
Her fast ass wanna get all andretti on it
Makin my main man poke like trakmasterz
Blazin-trail, we portland to nor-ton
"honeymoon" flicks don’t exist in this
I sip a little left to twist spines together
Vertical hold, we gon’ combine together (yeah)
Even if we spill the love
We got compliments up at the front door
Just tell em dullah sent ya
Thirty minute tae*bo shit’s how I bench ya
All on a saturday night, step to life
I love the way sally walk
Bow legged in a two piece steel, we live in new york
We live in new york
Chorus 1.5x
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Yo how the days of your life go Com?
I'm just tryin' to be, that's it? Stayin' focused so my mind is free
Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now, it might be too soon too soon, too soon?
I want to boom into the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin' matter with a good dude, havin' into the block
With that on my mind, I'm on the grind, it pays
We break it down in these three ways, yo
These days, I travel the Maze like Frank Beverly
To the East, lookin' for pieces of a better me
Responsibility of my man's felony fell on me
Celebrity status, make 'em think I got celery
Hell and I do sometimes, still the sun shining even all day
The life of a baller, ain't even all play
I stack 'em, so the chips fall where they must
I ain't far from a Benz, or dude on the bus
Even when I don't have enough, still in God I trust
Said baby you're a star
Said, I'm on the car, seen the jiggiest of stars
Become dust, and one love become lust for the papers
Had you gassed now that gas became vapors
Tricked your cash on ice, should a had acres
Now your, empire fell like the Lakers
So you're talkin' to your maker
It's the nature of the business, they givin' niggaz inches
Takin' miles and mules, it's the wildest rules
I'm tryin' to walk in the black scent of proudest shoes
Makin' music that crowds can use
Yo how the days of your life go, Dave?
With sunshine and shade, that's it?
Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid
Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now that might be too soon, too soon?
I want twenty-four plus on these
Put the pinto engine and the bus on these
I get that first class seat to escape the days
We break it down in these three ways
Check the life I got that antidote, cantaloupe scent, bent back
In the sun room froze, put your flick on pause and pop a cork
There's no occasion nigga it's just because
I'm celebratin' for a hell of a day
Get these Barbie filets on hot charcoal tracks, so black
Darko Pecoltrane plays them back
We then freedom fight kids who gon' ball and raise fists
If y'all down for the struggle, c'mon y'all, resist
Everyday script, I exercise cheek
Sixteen on the bar, I exercise speak
It's been a long time, Long Isle's on the map
While y'all stand on the corner, stoned like Chris[Incomprehensible]
Kiss back, watchin' time wrist back
Every second count but just finish this lap
You gamble on your life like casino slots
And cash out and still walk with a knot
Yo how the days of your life goes, Merce?
Man I'm just holdin' my head that's it?
Shit, I'm also tryin' to hold this bread
Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now it might be too soon, too soon?
I furnished the rooms and mortgage on these
See them quittin' ass rappers caused a shortage on these
The soul boys of big illa-noyz get the praise
We break it down in these three ways
My moms died from secondhand smoke so I wish yo' ass would die
From them secondhand rhymes you wrote
Or shall I call them second rhymes written seconds 'fore
You enter the both words thrown together with very little truth
And a select few can do it true you ain't part of them scriptures
And got the nerve to feel you want me out the picture
But I was never in it, I'm the frame around the flick
Or dishin' in the mouth of your dame around my dick
Ladies and gentlemen, introducin' Workmatic
One of L.I.'s finest, and this is my life
Which is filled with bad minutes and good hours
And, good months and bad years and with my peers
We struggle to juggle the shit
Family life and the music game don't easily fit
My lady wants me home, sayin rap tour, three rap whores
And scores of scandal, even more than we can handle
Sometimes, the rhymes I say
Is the fly the currency to save the day
Can't turn it away, cause we out
To find presence way beyond our measure, so baby don't pout
Don't pout, De La Soul now turn it out
Don't pout, Common Sense'll turn it out
(once again my friend the funky beat has hold and we going on down to
The a.m. for you and your friend, sounds here tough on the ear, you
Know that, coming at you so loud and clear so you have no fear we got
The voice of the people's choice, the man with the plan who's got the
The groove that makes you move, take your body higher, set your soul
On fire, playing so dance to the beat and move your feet, top
Performers cold hardcore music deejays....)
(ego trip, ego trip, taking a train to the ego trip)
Pos:
Johnny fever, I won't catch
I'm mr. shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop
That means I run it to the break
'cause I'm a sugar blizzard
I'll blow you like a chicken and stab you in your gizzard
Nah nah, let me back that up
I think I'll freakin' shoot ya
Parlay and smoke a l with my honey for the future
Man, I'm happy as can be 'cause I got my oe
Nah nah, let me back that up, let me back that up
Johnny fever, I won't catch
I'm mr. shockin' body rockin' finger pop I never stop
That means I run it to the break
'cause I'm a sugar blizzard
So when I come girls run the tongue like a lizard
Yo, my style was created from the tapes of boys and girls
Who had the second generation dubs of crews at harlem world
Like the fearless, the crush, the furious
Where I transform to the physical in the latin quarters
I was curious to how kris and scott blew the stage
Back then I didn't know you kept the ego front page
I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
Like my man from black moon when he enters the stage
I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
I didn't know you had to keep the ego front page
Dove:
I got seventeen kids who speak to peak rhythms
And they all know I didn't come to make any sense
I heard mikey roads bust licks like
"hey ma, what's for dinner? ", spit cuss like a winner
Malibu down 'cause they can't see the standard I clown
Bundles and bags is sniffin' like
Dragons (ow) and dragons (oww!) and dragons (ooww!!)
Hit the pit stop on the corner 'cause I see brothers flaggin'
Party on the moon but first I gots to spoon
It's wiggle your ass man, you made the jam jiggle like
Whoomp, not that, ain't it? I hit the elephant
Damn, super lover man, your shit look thick
But first things first I'm gonna take it to the sea
The chattanooga champ is gonna take it to the sea
I'm the employer, you're my employee
You gots to bust your ass for the cash money
Double on a bobo, mr bartender
Got to make this tree look pretty tonight
I'm on a kite, never trippin' on the ego
You know how we go, if I had a million bucks
I'd go buy me an amigo, a house and a pinball machine
Slip myself some spanish fly and wet dream
Amazing how I zoom to the pervert mode
You wanna know why, you ask me why
(why you trippin'? ) (good love, good love)
You wanna know why, you ask me why
(why you trippin'? ) (good love, good love)
You wanna know why, you ask me why
(why you trippin'? ) (good love, good love)
Do you wanna know why, you ask me why
Pos:
Well you wanna know why, I'll tell you why
Classic example of a date rape
Check the moves in the laces so the shoes won't fake
Standing on the bread, honey take the moves to the head
Dove:
Nah nah nah, just sit to this permanent
'cause I'm a never movin', I clown it like
Get down, get down on the illegitimate
Yes I am the chattanooga
I know this girl named joelle, her mama drives a cougar
Pos:
Ay yo, I flaunt gets way beyond the bets
Little girl be cheesin' when I'm twirling her barrettes
I'm entering through the centre in 'cause she sweats
Now her mister needs to see if my construction can be kept
I run it back to when I had millie in the sack
Where she did the nothing 'cause her father showed her something
I ain't frontin', I'm mashing all the comp 'cause I'm thorough
Like crack, that's here to clear the inner city boroughs
But jump inside your mind so there's no escapism
Yo, de la soul is here to stay like racism
You wack-ass rappers, they don't take much to see
If you don't sync with my mental
What the fuck makes you think you can touch me?
Well anyway, I'm levelling the masses, which gets me asses
Now tell me who be the tramp
Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about?
Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out
Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out
Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out
Hey yo honey, what the fuck you riffin' about?
Love should have brought me home but sex kept me out
(lesson three, lesson three, lesson three, lesson three)
(ego trip, ego trip, ego trip, ego trip)
Look man! You're botherin me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, y'knahmsayin?
Word up I got shit to do you test tube baby! {*laughing*}
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin nowhere
Old school is here to stay BOY!
[Posdonus] + (Flava Flav)
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but stays right in my
N.Y. mentality for me to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
to sell to all who wanna hear some
(Young'uns these days got fireproof eardrums!)
They don't give a SHIT who's hot
Just long as you're not, pussy, and be the would-be King
But once crowned, the same wanna pull you down
(And what makes the world go 'round!!)
And I be the world renowned Wonder Why
Wonderin why you can't stand me
Is it because I'm the main Jackson
and y'all just Titos and Randys? (Yes, it is!)
Bless the kid who hold his own head and expect to last
At the same time, I want respect and cash
And a few paragraphs in them books
Tellin you how us Native Tongues made hits with no hooks
Rapped in every prefixes, gave birth to rap remixes back in '88
No disrespect to Diddy just settin it straight
Instead of zig-zaggin, got a degree in braggin
My daughter says I'm a teen, cause like a teen
my pants always saggin and I walk with a bop
The {?} part of my time, I walked from my pop
No longer on timey and was never on Loud
But cooked rhymes that make the Chefs of Wu proud
I'm top cloud to rain on your show
And still "anything goes when it comes to hoes" because
[Flava Flav]
Music (c'mon) New York (c'mon) Detroit (c'mon) c'mon down!
Miami (c'mon) L.A. (c'mon) Vegas (c'mon) c'mon down!
Boston (c'mon) Tucson (c'mon) Long Island (c'mon) c'mon down!
V.A. (c'mon) Portland (c'mon) Chi-Town (c'mon) c'mon down!
[Dave] + (Flava Flav)
Make you shake like, sunshine, naked shoe was once mine
Had bottom inner drawers and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground player or some kids'll
come stomp in your sandbox, swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
No disrespectin your seed or Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh, take a sniff
of these fricaseed raps on Carribean riffs
See last night's change was today's dough money
No time for your freestyles so roll money
No more whack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
Your flows bore like seashores with no bitches
Switchhittin niggaz will receive no pitches
No diamonds on the field, just keep the game real
simple, see the God flows healthy
Wealth in the mind is like money in the bank
Exchange cash like thoughts in conversation
Thank you for your purchases, we dough out
and roll out the Kool-Aid, {?} see us pimp strut
Ain't really pimpin, I'm tryin to catch the bus
The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush!
We dolly dolly babies cause we shootin cats
'Back to the Future' rap with Doc Brown shotgunnin it
And pantyhose your whole style and start runnin it
You dudes fiddle while we stay on the cello
The mush-in-your-room son, we stay portobello
Can't settle for the same picket white fence
I got dreams of barbed wire in front of factories pa
Still push the truck with the factories pa
I'm bound to wreck the whip and turn insurance out, make 'em shout
[Flava Flav]
D.C. (c'mon) Oakland (c'mon) U.K. (c'mon) c'mon down!
New Orleans (c'mon) Little Rock (c'mon) B-More (c'mon) c'mon down!
Memphis (c'mon) Utah (c'mon) Jersey (c'mon) c'mon down!
Atlanta (c'mon) Brooklyn (c'mon) Philly (c'mon) c'mon down!
[Flava Flav]
Yeah that's right! Flava Flav, with De La Soul
Act bold, and we knock you straight up in the hole
Y'knahmsayin? Six feet deep, that's the way that we keep, rollin
Y'knahmsayin? Operation tech sensation in the nation
Ready to take it to Penn Station, y'knahmsayin?
Yeah, ah ha ha ha {*laughing*}
Long Iz one is, that's where we is man {*laughing*}
De La Soul, you done it again!
De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*}
De La Soul, you done it again! {*laughing*}
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.K.A. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.K.A. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
A.K.A. De La, A.K.A. The Plugs
We're about to get in this song, "Church"
A.K.A. "It's Reality"
Aiyyo, wake up, wipe the sleep from ya eyecracks
It's time to focus y'all, fix ya I-MAX
In other words, listen to the brother's words
Ingest these anecdotes with hope
And ya ass, may learn how to cope
It's not always good just to get by
Who's coverin' when ya stakes when ya bet high?
You're cha-sin', cars, clothes and rocks
Identify with the goods you got
Make sure it's V-S-One, not
And perfect, leavin' you one clear
I really don't care to see ya tattoos there
I'd rather see you graduate the school year
Black folk, go put a book in ya face
But first give the hook a taste
Bring the preacher in
Heal, heal, y'all
We comin' healin'
It's real, it's real
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal, y'all
We comin' healin', so better heal
It's real, it's real
It's realer than real, realer than real
It's a sick world that we live in, let some tell it
Some put it in books, some yell it
You need to make your own choice
Be your own voice
Set ya soap-box up, let your talk fight
Pull ya socks up, get ya walk right
Or the chalk might outline ya one day
You oughta try steppin' outside you one day
You circle 'round yourself
Like you the answer
To the question of your inner son
But keep ya falsehoods to a minimum
We all need a little church
A life update, keyword, update
If they don't serve change, don't bite the bait
Instead'a givin' you a share, servin' you a dish
I lead you to the water, show you how to fish
Ain't nothin' wrong makin' that bread wid'it
But don't let the bread get to ya head, geddit?
And now admit it, when you can't stand alone
I wanna stand up, give all the pretend up
And get a full blast of my demands of
The rhyme runner said the man's come
There's something in our words that reveal, sho 'nough real
Heal y'all, we come to heal
So let it heal you
It's real, it's real
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal y'all, we gonna heal it
So let it heal
It's real, so real
It's realer than real, for real, for real
The early bird gets the worm in this rotten apple
But explore deep and you will the find the seed
Plant more ether, get your mind free
We roll passsionate, put your lights last in it
You're holdin' fear too close, unfasten it
And like old age invades youth, invade falseness with truth
Replace rebelling with rebirth, face new dwelling, that's your turf
Now kick back and put your feet up on the sofa
Relax, learn how to punch back and do your work to the max
The payoff's much sweeter than the payback
Even the haysack needle wouldn't play that
So let's pray at, church, church
Heal, heal y'all
We comin' healin'
It's real, it's real
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal y'all, we comin' healin'
So let it heal
It's real, it's real
It's realer than real, realer than real
Reality, reality, real
Reality, reality, real
Reality, reality, real
You know what I mean? Rap outsold crack
You know, so rap, or hip-hop culture
However you wanna dice it, you know what I'm sayin'
It's the most powerful drug there is, man
It changed corporate America, it changed the way you feel about me
It change the way that I, I do my thing now
Busta was the one who came out, on the award show and said that
Hip-hop provides jobs for people who don't even love the shit
Hah, yeah, take you on a temperature rise
Take you back to the fever
Take us back to the fever, y'all please, y'all please
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
Now with the B-I double L bill
We bill the par territories placing flags on terrains
Now I said it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne
We did, universally sparked the lid
Now these ladies love how we live
Got 'em caught, shit, you already know looking so fly
That the dog that played spiderweb you're up aliasing here
Sucker cats don't try to steer near this
Wish you could bring it this way
Compliments of Wonder Y and my nigga David J
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la
Many reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue
Ah, shut up in your face no need to continue
I've been there, done that, received it, won that
Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire
Bim blam set a flame to your fanny
Davis the surname like Davis the Sammy
A Grammy, my concern is to earn for a little age
Next time, next rhyme, next phase
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
Now put your hand on your hip
(Now put your hand on your hip)
And let your backbone slip
(And let your backbone slide)
Now put your hand up on your hip
(Now put your hand up on your hip)
And let your backbone slip for the fever
Hey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you
Shootin' shit like hot asses at the sip of bean stew
Super fat come the visitor zoo
Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in love
I'm through evil that man do
Get some ass on the side so my love can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soak
Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar smoke man
It was Mase who laced the beat from up out the Earth
Leaving brothers hypnotized like Ootney Fonsworth
But I'm hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of dawn
Dada, wonder why it's hotter than hot
Why not knee, my Steve got niggas on the dick
They want to join the click
I hope that ass get a record deal so they can feel what I feel
To overstand that ring ring, how you do is real
You must be from Italy 'cause all you do is roam
Microphone to microphone, lookin' for home
I write a poem to make the publicists flock the prone cop
China on stage so I don't need a spotlight
Should be tight like Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks
Sippin' on gray pot yo scratch the pork chops
'Cause nothin' here drops
We're goin' up, up, up
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all
It's in your head but it's not the fever
[unknown guest poet:]
Nah that's not what I mean
I mean, every mornin I wake up and I give thanks
Y'know, that I get dressed up and rob banks
I don't need a mask, I ain't askin for favors
Everybody got it rough
If you were the only one who had it bad
then there would be a cause for effect, you hear me?
It's easy to live after the world's opinion
It's easy to live accordin to your own
And when she don't got love for you, man
She's like a loaf of bread with nuttin to drink
Goin down hard, that's word up
She'll tear anything up for you
Shit is rough but it's fair man, ain't a joke out here
Niggaz been doin good for a long time
but now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin?
We just came home, now we got BEEF~!
f/ Glenn Lewis
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh yeah
[Verse 1]
It's a pity that you're so dirty
Worthy of some Southern hos-pital
See we them Northern boys with nose and hows
NYC livin' ain't nothin' like it
See how me and my peeps fit, we jigsaw
Sometimes I play big saw to cut the deal
And we keepin' them bills paid with meals in the mouths of many
A noble job at Feni
Money ain't everything but everything makes me want it
But won't dishonor my name so the claim throwers
Act like game on the dice on the mic device
Stay above middle class for life
Not an easy task but I've grown to love it
Dub it to tape, why don't you whip a grin
While I speak to my mens about the world problems
And girl problems with no immediate way to solve em'
But I'm on hits
[Chorus]
I make the best of the life I be with it
Making the most of the moment among the livin'
And it feels good
Being the man that I want to be
Do what I can cause I refuse to see
The best of luxury, God's been good to me
Now I'm asking am I worthy of you, of you
Am I worthy of you
[Verse 2]
Pull them quarters down
I got some things on these nine ounces to vamp
Me on a mission y'all
Dug fresh dirt out the ground
Lookin' for the treasures in life
A bambino picket fence around the residence
I wore these shackels here for thirteen years
But the only real slaves is the ones we record on
We off all checks and God's blessin'
Tryin' to own a thousand island like we salad dressin'
Patience for the main course
Don't have me in position to remain boss
Cause the man next to the man above the exec
Don't give a damn if I papered yet
Sometimes it make me wanna go make a bet
I did away with knock em' and release some stress
By any means, these petty greens will only get me stuck in a box
Doin' a dick shot in Oz, jerkin' off in the J
But anyway I keep my head on
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I know people who tippy-toe through they own stompin' ground
Master not makin' a sound to stay safe
From the local star renaissance
And the response is usually the same
Wishin' like it used to be
Nothin' in that life is new to me
We roll like eyes on a ghetto girl
Brushin' off some no-man cause she's his ghetto pearl
We into livin' beyond not livin' fads
Me and my comrads became dads young
Try to have fun amongst responsibility
Like fillin' these accounts full
Got caught up at a party in Bull's
Sometimes gotta have the nerve to say some rhymes
Because some minds take offense
Try to make ya life tense but we still here
Still gainin' the love, still standin' above most
[Chorus to end]
Pos: this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.
Dove: yeah, you know them brothers that we used to
Look up to, that fell the fuck off.
Mase: and now they doing all that r’n’b sh..(crocker!)
Dove: you mean rhthym and blues?
De la soul: no! rappin’ bullsh...
Dove:
Connection a, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain’t thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an afro
In ’83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so I get a soul glow
I play the corner tough
And me and mase pull puffs on a blunt
Mase:
Givin’ high-five is what I want
So I puff a blunt, I don’t front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then I go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(nah, man, a super ho)
That’s cool ’cause I’m still an afro bro
Yeah, I’m live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
’cause I’ve been an afro since birth
Pos:
Yeah
Now I hold my crotch ’cause I’m top-notch
I run amok sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
I’ve got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the ave
(you niggas cheat me, well who’s that!)
My breath never smells wack
I eat the watermelon tic-tac
Before I kiss myself I always jump back
(yo, gee, this track is stack)
(and you know that)
I do three flips
When a punk flip on my duke lifts
But I flex more strength when I’m asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
But I may, she flocks round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but I bite my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the native tongue’s thick
Lick ’em real good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, ’cause I ain’t a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
’cause I’m big-willed, blow off like a seal
’cause connection with the afro is real
Dove:
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it’s tough to bluff a cab
No wonder melle mel is ’rrrr-rah!’
I play of tape of the son of la-di-da
My cousin rilo sells blow, a g a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for island
I mug a mug vic, but i’s cool, I self
With the quickness I bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don’t understand
Mase:
The maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
(he don’t care, ’cause his nigga’s selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a nigga starts some shibidibidit
My crib is uptown, downtown, l.i.
And another crib in queens
I munch some cornbread, boar’s head
My favorite porck chops and
A plate of collar greens
I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed
And the rastafarians’ll be the crown in
And the poppa
But the connections are still a high-five
(let’s get busy)
(And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics.
Perhaps the most famous classic in all the world of music...)
DOVE:
The first time around, you didn't quite understand our new style of speak.
(Don't worry, we can fix that right now)
So why don't you all just grab your bags
(Come on aboard, hoist the anchor, and we'll be off)
(And good luck to both of you)
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One
POS:
Answering any other service,
Perogative praised positively I'm acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
After the battle they admit that I'm with it
Simply soothe, will move vinyl like glue
Transistors are never more shown with like
When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin
Due to a clue of a naughty noise called
Plug Tunin'
(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmmm)
Flock to the preacher called Pos
Let him be the stir to the style of your stew
Sit while the kid of the Plug form aroma
Then grab a Daisy to sip your favorite brew
Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior,
But don't let the kick drum stub your big toe
See that the three will be your thread
But like my man Chuck D said, 'What a brother know'
Dance while I play and the cue cards sway
From my flower girls China and Jette
The button is pressed in '89 we'll start the panic
From De La Soul and a Prince from Stet
Negative noise will be all divided
Dangerous to dance, Posdnuos will croon
Ducks and kizids will all be rid
When paying position to the naughty noise called
Plug Tunin'
(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
DOVE:
Freeze 'cause these are the brothers
Brothers of the Soul who present a new flick
Every last viewer is tuned to the method,
Known to be a method, no magicians, not a trick
Bitten by the spoken who been titled Plug Two
Swallowed by the loonies who are jealous with the showbiz
Dove'll teach the truth, Posdnuos will preach the youth
To the fact that this will bring an end to the negative
Flow to the sway 'cause I say fa-so-la-ti
At the top we will dwell
Difference is fame and we rise then we build
Where we are set we get fat and we swell
Motions of the Soul is a positive stride
One step forward is the space we consume
Vivid as the moon, you have yet to assume
How the Soul found the motto of a naughty noise called
Plug Tunin'
Vocal is local so believe that
This chant shan't rely on the strong lap
Trying and live so you best realise
That the gift that I present, I say gift wrap
Style of the Tune is personal
And defining what's the rhyme is worst of all
Stop, sit and study 'cause the meaning isn't muddy
Just preach and do the gear as the first of all
Watch while the pitcher is pitching
'Cause this is the pitch of the year
Sing a simple song but keep the swing strong
Though you heard Dove crying 'I ain't fair'
Those who think De La's on the flip tip
Try to flip this and you're doomed
Watch for the B-B 'cause if you try to grieve me
You'll be hung by the wire of the Plug Tune
(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
(I can't twist your arm and make you stay with me)
(Are you ready for this?)
