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![De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/l1XVhL6nzR8/0.jpg "Stakes Is High is De La Soul's fourth full-length album, released on June 18, 1996. 00:00 Intro 2:36 Supa Emcees 6:15 The Bizness Featuring Common 11:58 Wonc...")
![De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/FJEzEDMqXQQ/0.jpg "De La Soul - Me, Myself And I Link to the Official Old School Hip Hop page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Old.School.Hip.Hop.Official")
![De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/jaJR5H7Y1ss/0.jpg "00:00 01. Intro 00:53 02. Eye Patch 03:21 03. 06:38 04. 12:33 05. 17:32 06. 19:03 07. 22:56 08. 23:40 09. 26:21 10. 29:53 11. 34:57 12. 39:02 13. 43:17 14. 4...")
![De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/dZDMVIxQs6g/0.jpg "It's been 3 weeks too long, but it's finally here! De La Soul has finally released their latest music project entitled,")
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De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]
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De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I Link to the Official Old School Hip Hop page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Old.School.Hip.Hop.Official "Me Myself and I... -
De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)
De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)
De La Soul, Art Official Intelligence (AOI) Mosaic Thump Full Album (2000) 01. SPITKICKER.COM (Say R.) (00:00) 02. U Can Do (Life) (01:20) 03. My Writes (fea... -
De La Soul - The Magic Number
De La Soul - The Magic NumberDe La Soul - The Magic Number
Track 2 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul. -
De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]
De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]
00:00 01. Intro 00:53 02. Eye Patch 03:21 03. 06:38 04. 12:33 05. 17:32 06. 19:03 07. 22:56 08. 23:40 09. 26:21 10. 29:53 11. 34:57 12. 39:02 13. 43:17 14. 4... -
De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!
De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!
[Redman] Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff An... -
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
from their De La Soul Is Dead from 1991. -
De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]
De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]
It's been 3 weeks too long, but it's finally here! De La Soul has finally released their latest music project entitled, "Smell The Da.I.S.Y.", a mixtape comp... -
De La Soul "Buddy"
De La Soul "Buddy"De La Soul "Buddy"
De La Soul is a Grammy Award-winning hip hop group from Amityville, New York. They are best known for their eclectic sampling and quirky, surreal lyrics, and... -
?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year
?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year
Watch the highlights The Webby Awards - http://wbby.co/bestof18 Questlove presents De La Soul as Webby Artist of the Year at the 18th Annual Webby Awards. -
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I
De La Soul - Me, Myself And IDe La Soul - Me, Myself And I
Track 20 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul. -
De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)
De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)
1. "Intro" -- 0:29 Produced by Def 2 U Contains sample of "Black Patch" performed by The 5th Dimension 2. "Bionix" -- 2:43 Produced by Supa Dave West Contain... -
de la soul - all good original
de la soul - all good originalde la soul - all good original
claaaasic. -
FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)
FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)
- 9th Wonder
- A Tribe Called Quest
- All Good?
- Alternative hip hop
- Amityville
- AOI Bionix
- Baby Phat (song)
- BBC Radio 1
- Black Sheep (group)
- Boss AC
- Breakadawn
- Buddy (song)
- Buhloone Mindstate
- Cake (band)
- Camp Lo
- Common (rapper)
- Covermount
- Daily Mirror
- Damon Albarn
- David Jude Jolicoeur
- Days Off EP
- De La Soul
- De La Soul is Dead
- De La Soul Is Dead
- Digable Planets
- Discogs
- Double (singer)
- East Massapequa
- Elektra Records
- EMI
- Extended play
- Eye Know
- Feel Good Inc.
- First Serve (album)
- Flavor Flav
- Gang Starr
- Ghostface Killah
- Gorillaz
- Grammy Award
- Grey Organisation
- Gruff Rhys
- Guru (rapper)
- Hackensaw Boys
- Hip hop music
- Hippie
- ITunes
- Itzsoweezee (HOT)
- J Dilla
- Jake One
- Jazz rap
- Jazzyfatnastees
- Jungle Brothers
- Kelvin Mercer
- Kinky
- LA Symphony
- Long Island
- Maceo Parker
- Madlib
- MF Doom
- Mixmag
- Modest Mouse
- Monie Love
- Mos Def
- Music genre
- Nas
- Native Tongues
- Native Tongues Posse
- Nike Dunk
- Nike SB
- Nike, Inc.
- NME
- Oooh.
- PaRappa the Rapper 2
- Pete Rock
- Plastic Beach
- Plug Tunin'
- Potholes in My Lawn
- Press kit
- Pseudonym
- Q-Tip (rapper)
- Queen Latifah
- Raheem DeVaughn
- Record label
- Record producer
- Rhinestone Eyes
- RJD2
- Rock the Bells
- Sampling (music)
- Sanctuary Records
- Say No Go
- Shoomp Much More
- Sinfonia ViVA
- Stakes Is High
- Super Furry Animals
- Superfast Jellyfish
- Template De La Soul
- The Black Eyed Peas
- The Flaming Lips
- The Grind Date
- The Independent
- The Magic Number
- The Michigan Daily
- The Pharcyde
- The Turtles
- Thru Ya City
- Tommy Boy Records
- Trio (music)
- VH1 Hip Hop Honors
- Vincent Mason
- Warner Bros. Records
- Warner Music Group
- Wikipedia Link rot
- Yo La Tengo
- Zane Lowe
- Zhane
- 9th Wonder
- A Tribe Called Quest
- Boss AC
- Damon Albarn
- David Jude Jolicoeur
- Flavor Flav
- Ghostface Killah
- Grey Organisation
- Gruff Rhys
- J Dilla
- Jake One
- Kelvin Mercer
- Maceo Parker
- Madlib
- MF Doom
- Modest Mouse
- Monie Love
- Mos Def
- Nas
- Pete Rock
- Queen Latifah
- Raheem DeVaughn
- RJD2
- Super Furry Animals
- Vincent Mason
- Zane Lowe
De La Soul Filmography
- 68 Square Miles
2014, role: actor - Beats, Rhymes & Life: The Travels of a Tribe Called Quest
2011, role: actor , character name: Themselves - Glastonbury 2010
2010, role: actor , character name: Themselves - TV One Night Only: Live from the Essence Music Festival
2010, role: actor , character name: Themselves - MTV World Stage: Gorillaz
2010, role: actor , character name: Themselves - Bananaz
2008, role: actor , character name: Themselves - Dynamo's Concrete Playground
2006, role: actor , character name: Himself - Essential Gorillaz
2006, role: actor - Hip-Hop: Beyond Beats & Rhymes
2006, role: actor , character name: Themselves - MTV Europe Music Awards 2005
2005, role: actor , character name: Themselves - Guest Performers with Gorillaz - Take Back TV
2005, role: actor , character name: Themselves - Musical Artist - Kung Faux
2003, role: actor , character name: Various - 5 Sides of a Coin
2003, role: actor , character name: Themselves - Kung Faux
2003, role: actor , character name: Voice Over - Brown Sugar
2002, role: actor , character name: Themselves
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De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]
De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]
Stakes Is High is De La Soul's fourth full-length album, released on June 18, 1996. 00:00 Intro 2:36 Supa Emcees 6:15 The Bizness Featuring Common 11:58 Wonc... -
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I Link to the Official Old School Hip Hop page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Old.School.Hip.Hop.Official "Me Myself and I... -
De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)
De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)
De La Soul, Art Official Intelligence (AOI) Mosaic Thump Full Album (2000) 01. SPITKICKER.COM (Say R.) (00:00) 02. U Can Do (Life) (01:20) 03. My Writes (fea... -
De La Soul - The Magic Number
De La Soul - The Magic NumberDe La Soul - The Magic Number
Track 2 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul. -
De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]
De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]
00:00 01. Intro 00:53 02. Eye Patch 03:21 03. 06:38 04. 12:33 05. 17:32 06. 19:03 07. 22:56 08. 23:40 09. 26:21 10. 29:53 11. 34:57 12. 39:02 13. 43:17 14. 4... -
De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!
De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!
[Redman] Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff An... -
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
from their De La Soul Is Dead from 1991. -
De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]
De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]
It's been 3 weeks too long, but it's finally here! De La Soul has finally released their latest music project entitled, "Smell The Da.I.S.Y.", a mixtape comp... -
De La Soul "Buddy"
De La Soul "Buddy"De La Soul "Buddy"
De La Soul is a Grammy Award-winning hip hop group from Amityville, New York. They are best known for their eclectic sampling and quirky, surreal lyrics, and... -
?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year
?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year
Watch the highlights The Webby Awards - http://wbby.co/bestof18 Questlove presents De La Soul as Webby Artist of the Year at the 18th Annual Webby Awards. -
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I
De La Soul - Me, Myself And IDe La Soul - Me, Myself And I
Track 20 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul. -
De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)
De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)
1. "Intro" -- 0:29 Produced by Def 2 U Contains sample of "Black Patch" performed by The 5th Dimension 2. "Bionix" -- 2:43 Produced by Supa Dave West Contain... -
de la soul - all good original
de la soul - all good originalde la soul - all good original
claaaasic. -
FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)
FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)
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De La Soul - Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014
De La Soul - Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014De La Soul - Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014
De La Soul perform Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014. For more exclusive videos and photos from across Glastonbury 2014, go to the Glastonbury website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/glastonbury -
De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead (Full Album)
De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead (Full Album)De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead (Full Album)
1. Intro (0:01) 2. Oodles of O's (2:14) 3. Talkin' Bout Hey Love (5:45) 4. Pease Porridge (8:15) 5.. Skit 1 (13:17) 6. Johnny's Dead a.k.a. Vincent Mason (li... -
De La Soul "Get Away" Feat. The Spirit Of Wu Tang ***OFFICIAL VIDEO***
De La Soul "Get Away" Feat. The Spirit Of Wu Tang ***OFFICIAL VIDEO***De La Soul "Get Away" Feat. The Spirit Of Wu Tang ***OFFICIAL VIDEO***
Purchase "Get Away" here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single/id647860574 Give us your email we'll send you stuff: http://eepurl... -
De La Soul talks Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Joey Badass, Staying together, Paid Dues
De La Soul talks Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Joey Badass, Staying together, Paid DuesDe La Soul talks Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Joey Badass, Staying together, Paid Dues
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. Part 2 starts with De La sharing their thoughts on what has kept them toge... -
De La Soul - Ego Trippin' (Part 2)
De La Soul - Ego Trippin' (Part 2)De La Soul - Ego Trippin' (Part 2)
http://www.discogs.com/De-La-Soul-Ego-Trippin-Part-Two/master/110636. -
De La Soul- ItSoWeezee (its So Eazy) Hot
De La Soul- ItSoWeezee (its So Eazy) HotDe La Soul- ItSoWeezee (its So Eazy) Hot
I do Not Own Rights to this Song Nor Support Piracy* itzsoweezie: Trugoy(Yogurt) the Dove Rock Solo! Yo Run Ya Lunch Tickets Kid "Y'all jus Gotta Beat My Az... -
De La Soul talks Gangsta rap, Collaborations, Documentary + more
De La Soul talks Gangsta rap, Collaborations, Documentary + moreDe La Soul talks Gangsta rap, Collaborations, Documentary + more
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. Part 3 of our interview with De La starts with Pos sharing that he first w... -
De La Soul talks Competition in Hip Hop, Native Tongues, Buddy, Hits vs Classics
De La Soul talks Competition in Hip Hop, Native Tongues, Buddy, Hits vs ClassicsDe La Soul talks Competition in Hip Hop, Native Tongues, Buddy, Hits vs Classics
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. In part 1, De la reminisces about the making of their track "Buddy" and sh... -
De La Soul "Saturdays"
De La Soul "Saturdays"De La Soul "Saturdays"
With its playful wordplay, innovative sampling, and witty skits, the band's debut album, 3 Feet High and Rising, was hailed as a hip-hop masterpiece. It is a...
De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]
- Duration: 68:23
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Stakes Is High is De La Soul's fourth full-length album, released on June 18, 1996. 00:00 Intro 2:36 Supa Emcees 6:15 The Bizness Featuring Common 11:58 Wonc...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Stake_Is_High_1996_Full_Album_
Stakes Is High is De La Soul's fourth full-length album, released on June 18, 1996. 00:00 Intro 2:36 Supa Emcees 6:15 The Bizness Featuring Common 11:58 Wonc...
- published: 11 Oct 2013
- views: 570170
- author: Full Albums
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]
- Duration: 4:02
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I Link to the Official Old School Hip Hop page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Old.School.Hip.Hop.Official "Me Myself and I...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Me,_Myself_And_I_Official_Video_HD_
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I Link to the Official Old School Hip Hop page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Old.School.Hip.Hop.Official "Me Myself and I...
- published: 07 Jun 2012
- views: 786827
- author: OldSchoolHipHopHD
De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)
- Duration: 66:46
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
De La Soul, Art Official Intelligence (AOI) Mosaic Thump Full Album (2000) 01. SPITKICKER.COM (Say R.) (00:00) 02. U Can Do (Life) (01:20) 03. My Writes (fea...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_AOI_Mosaic_Thump_(Full_Album)
De La Soul, Art Official Intelligence (AOI) Mosaic Thump Full Album (2000) 01. SPITKICKER.COM (Say R.) (00:00) 02. U Can Do (Life) (01:20) 03. My Writes (fea...
- published: 04 Aug 2013
- views: 77771
- author: dididinha4
De La Soul - The Magic Number
- Duration: 3:17
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
Track 2 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_The_Magic_Number
Track 2 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul.
- published: 26 Jul 2009
- views: 2095442
- author: obilinx1
De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]
- Duration: 48:29
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
00:00 01. Intro 00:53 02. Eye Patch 03:21 03. 06:38 04. 12:33 05. 17:32 06. 19:03 07. 22:56 08. 23:40 09. 26:21 10. 29:53 11. 34:57 12. 39:02 13. 43:17 14. 4...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Buhloone_Mindstate_Full_Album_
00:00 01. Intro 00:53 02. Eye Patch 03:21 03. 06:38 04. 12:33 05. 17:32 06. 19:03 07. 22:56 08. 23:40 09. 26:21 10. 29:53 11. 34:57 12. 39:02 13. 43:17 14. 4...
- published: 03 Aug 2012
- views: 90966
- author: TheLanguageOfRap
De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!
- Duration: 5:39
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
[Redman] Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff An...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_feat._Redman_-_Oooh!
[Redman] Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff An...
- published: 07 Nov 2012
- views: 1244313
- author: Brazilian Chronic
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
- Duration: 4:08
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
from their De La Soul Is Dead from 1991.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Ring_Ring_Ring_(Ha_Ha_Hey)
De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]
- Duration: 28:22
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
It's been 3 weeks too long, but it's finally here! De La Soul has finally released their latest music project entitled, "Smell The Da.I.S.Y.", a mixtape comp...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_&_J_Dilla_-_Smell_The_Da.I.S.Y._(Mixtape)_HD_
It's been 3 weeks too long, but it's finally here! De La Soul has finally released their latest music project entitled, "Smell The Da.I.S.Y.", a mixtape comp...
- published: 26 Mar 2014
- views: 44923
- author: Mindful Music
De La Soul "Buddy"
- Duration: 4:51
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
De La Soul is a Grammy Award-winning hip hop group from Amityville, New York. They are best known for their eclectic sampling and quirky, surreal lyrics, and...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_"Buddy"
De La Soul is a Grammy Award-winning hip hop group from Amityville, New York. They are best known for their eclectic sampling and quirky, surreal lyrics, and...
- published: 10 Jun 2008
- views: 1646845
- author: BVMUndergroundHipHop
?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year
- Duration: 6:49
- Updated: 20 May 2014
Watch the highlights The Webby Awards - http://wbby.co/bestof18
Questlove presents De La Soul as Webby Artist of the Year at the 18th Annual Webby Awards.
http://wn.com/?uestlove_Presents_De_La_Soul_with_Artist_of_the_Year
Watch the highlights The Webby Awards - http://wbby.co/bestof18
Questlove presents De La Soul as Webby Artist of the Year at the 18th Annual Webby Awards.
- published: 20 May 2014
- views: 582
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I
- Duration: 3:51
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Track 20 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Me,_Myself_And_I
Track 20 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul.
- published: 27 Jul 2009
- views: 3024458
- author: obilinx1
De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)
- Duration: 55:22
- Updated: 29 Aug 2014
1. "Intro" -- 0:29 Produced by Def 2 U Contains sample of "Black Patch" performed by The 5th Dimension 2. "Bionix" -- 2:43 Produced by Supa Dave West Contain...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_"Bionix"_full_album_(2001)
1. "Intro" -- 0:29 Produced by Def 2 U Contains sample of "Black Patch" performed by The 5th Dimension 2. "Bionix" -- 2:43 Produced by Supa Dave West Contain...
- published: 01 Mar 2014
- views: 15635
- author: lipperskip
de la soul - all good original
- Duration: 3:56
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
claaaasic.
http://wn.com/de_la_soul_-_all_good_original
![FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/KDTPu1xz3IM/0.jpg "FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)")
FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)
- Duration: 49:02
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
http://wn.com/FULL_ALBUM_De_La_Soul_The_Grind_Date_HQ_(Low)
De La Soul - Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014
- Duration: 2:55
- Updated: 27 Jun 2014
De La Soul perform Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014.
For more exclusive videos and photos from across Glastonbury 2014, go to the Glastonbury website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/glastonbury
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De La Soul perform Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014.
For more exclusive videos and photos from across Glastonbury 2014, go to the Glastonbury website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/glastonbury
- published: 27 Jun 2014
- views: 4249
De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead (Full Album)
- Duration: 74:22
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
1. Intro (0:01) 2. Oodles of O's (2:14) 3. Talkin' Bout Hey Love (5:45) 4. Pease Porridge (8:15) 5.. Skit 1 (13:17) 6. Johnny's Dead a.k.a. Vincent Mason (li...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_De_La_Soul_Is_Dead_(Full_Album)
1. Intro (0:01) 2. Oodles of O's (2:14) 3. Talkin' Bout Hey Love (5:45) 4. Pease Porridge (8:15) 5.. Skit 1 (13:17) 6. Johnny's Dead a.k.a. Vincent Mason (li...
- published: 05 Dec 2013
- views: 34178
- author: SeNzIndO
De La Soul "Get Away" Feat. The Spirit Of Wu Tang ***OFFICIAL VIDEO***
- Duration: 2:58
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
Purchase "Get Away" here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single/id647860574 Give us your email we'll send you stuff: http://eepurl...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_"Get_Away"_Feat._The_Spirit_Of_Wu_Tang_***OFFICIAL_VIDEO***
Purchase "Get Away" here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single/id647860574 Give us your email we'll send you stuff: http://eepurl...
- published: 30 May 2013
- views: 335391
- author: DeLaSolarSystem
De La Soul talks Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Joey Badass, Staying together, Paid Dues
- Duration: 13:06
- Updated: 17 Aug 2013
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. Part 2 starts with De La sharing their thoughts on what has kept them toge...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_talks_Kendrick_Lamar,_Drake,_Joey_Badass,_Staying_together,_Paid_Dues
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. Part 2 starts with De La sharing their thoughts on what has kept them toge...
- published: 08 Apr 2013
- views: 23391
- author: hardknocktv
De La Soul - Ego Trippin' (Part 2)
- Duration: 3:56
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
http://www.discogs.com/De-La-Soul-Ego-Trippin-Part-Two/master/110636.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Ego_Trippin'_(Part_2)
http://www.discogs.com/De-La-Soul-Ego-Trippin-Part-Two/master/110636.
- published: 30 Jul 2012
- views: 43293
- author: Iampureanduncut
De La Soul- ItSoWeezee (its So Eazy) Hot
- Duration: 4:08
- Updated: 10 Aug 2013
I do Not Own Rights to this Song Nor Support Piracy* itzsoweezie: Trugoy(Yogurt) the Dove Rock Solo! Yo Run Ya Lunch Tickets Kid "Y'all jus Gotta Beat My Az...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul-_ItSoWeezee_(its_So_Eazy)_Hot
I do Not Own Rights to this Song Nor Support Piracy* itzsoweezie: Trugoy(Yogurt) the Dove Rock Solo! Yo Run Ya Lunch Tickets Kid "Y'all jus Gotta Beat My Az...
- published: 03 Jan 2013
- views: 7270
- author: MagicoolGlow
De La Soul talks Gangsta rap, Collaborations, Documentary + more
- Duration: 11:20
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. Part 3 of our interview with De La starts with Pos sharing that he first w...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_talks_Gangsta_rap,_Collaborations,_Documentary_+_more
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. Part 3 of our interview with De La starts with Pos sharing that he first w...
- published: 10 Apr 2013
- views: 19059
- author: hardknocktv
De La Soul talks Competition in Hip Hop, Native Tongues, Buddy, Hits vs Classics
- Duration: 10:20
- Updated: 04 Aug 2014
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. In part 1, De la reminisces about the making of their track "Buddy" and sh...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_talks_Competition_in_Hip_Hop,_Native_Tongues,_Buddy,_Hits_vs_Classics
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. In part 1, De la reminisces about the making of their track "Buddy" and sh...
- published: 05 Apr 2013
- views: 12235
- author: hardknocktv
De La Soul "Saturdays"
- Duration: 4:29
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
With its playful wordplay, innovative sampling, and witty skits, the band's debut album, 3 Feet High and Rising, was hailed as a hip-hop masterpiece. It is a...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_"Saturdays"
With its playful wordplay, innovative sampling, and witty skits, the band's debut album, 3 Feet High and Rising, was hailed as a hip-hop masterpiece. It is a...
- published: 13 Jun 2008
- views: 2012742
- author: BVMUndergroundHipHop
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De La Soul - Live In Belgium
De La Soul - Live In BelgiumDe La Soul - Live In Belgium
De La Soul in crowd control mode live from Belgium. -
De La Soul First Serve Live Maida Vale BBC 6 Music 2012
De La Soul First Serve Live Maida Vale BBC 6 Music 2012De La Soul First Serve Live Maida Vale BBC 6 Music 2012
De La Soul and First Serve performing a live session at Maida Vale for Lauren Laverne on BBC Radio 6 Music March 2012. -
De La Soul - Oooh/All Good - Live
De La Soul - Oooh/All Good - LiveDe La Soul - Oooh/All Good - Live
Blowing the roof off the place as only they can, De La Soul whip a capacity Button Factory crowd into a frenzy with their epic anthems "Ooooh" and "All Good"... -
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (Live on Letterman) ft. De La Soul
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (Live on Letterman) ft. De La SoulGorillaz - Feel Good Inc (Live on Letterman) ft. De La Soul
Music video by Gorillaz performing Feel Good Inc (Live On Letterman). © CBS Interactive Music Group, a division of CBS Radio, Inc. -
De La Soul - Me, Myself, and I (live Arsenio Hall show 1989)
De La Soul - Me, Myself, and I (live Arsenio Hall show 1989)De La Soul - Me, Myself, and I (live Arsenio Hall show 1989)
classic performance on Arsenio Hall -- I like how Maseo brought in the beat from the remix version at the halfway point. -
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]
De La Soul's Plug1 & Plug2 present First serve : http://soundcloud.com/firstserve/de-la-souls-plug-1-plug-2-1 http://musique.fnac.com/a4074465/De-La-Soul-De-... -
De La Soul Tribute Live at VH1 Hip Hop Honors 2008
De La Soul Tribute Live at VH1 Hip Hop Honors 2008De La Soul Tribute Live at VH1 Hip Hop Honors 2008
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De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)
De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)
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De La Soul - Say No Go Live 1990
De La Soul - Say No Go Live 1990De La Soul - Say No Go Live 1990
Provinssirock 1990, Seinajoki, Finland. -
De La Soul - LIVE - Much More / Stakes Is High / The Bizness - London 2013
De La Soul - LIVE - Much More / Stakes Is High / The Bizness - London 2013De La Soul - LIVE - Much More / Stakes Is High / The Bizness - London 2013
the legendary De La Soul, LIVE @ Kentish Town Forum (London) 8th May 2013 Much More.... Stakes Is High..... The Bizness great gig - shame about the terrible ... -
De La Soul - Live at the Forum in London (May 2013)
De La Soul - Live at the Forum in London (May 2013)De La Soul - Live at the Forum in London (May 2013)
De La Soul performing live in London (The sound system at the event was poor) -
De La Soul Live At Montreux Jazz Festival 2010
De La Soul Live At Montreux Jazz Festival 2010De La Soul Live At Montreux Jazz Festival 2010
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De La Soul - Live Hip Hop @ BESTIVAL 2012
De La Soul - Live Hip Hop @ BESTIVAL 2012De La Soul - Live Hip Hop @ BESTIVAL 2012
Film by Paul David Beard pdb@gunghomedia.co.uk Artist - De La Soul Date - 8 Sept 2012 Location - Downend, Isle of Wight, UK Event - Bestival 2012 Stage - Mai... -
Suite For Ma Dukes - Stakes Is High feat Posdnuos (De La Soul) and Talib Kweli (Live)
Suite For Ma Dukes - Stakes Is High feat Posdnuos (De La Soul) and Talib Kweli (Live)Suite For Ma Dukes - Stakes Is High feat Posdnuos (De La Soul) and Talib Kweli (Live)
http://www.artdontsleep.com Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 Vtech, Mochilla and ArtDontSleep present: Timeless II of IV: Suite For Ma Dukes Harriet and Charles L... -
De La Soul - Transmitting Live From Mars
De La Soul - Transmitting Live From MarsDe La Soul - Transmitting Live From Mars
Track 8 from 3 Feet High And Rising. -
Damon Albarn and De La Soul, "Feel Good Inc." - Live at The FADER FORT
Damon Albarn and De La Soul, "Feel Good Inc." - Live at The FADER FORTDamon Albarn and De La Soul, "Feel Good Inc." - Live at The FADER FORT
Watch Damon Albarn perform "Feel Good Inc." with De La Soul live at The FADER FORT Presented by Converse 2014 in Austin, Texas. Video and Audio by XI Media P... -
De La Soul ft. MF Doom - Rock Co.Kane Flow
De La Soul ft. MF Doom - Rock Co.Kane FlowDe La Soul ft. MF Doom - Rock Co.Kane Flow
From the seventh album from hip-hop group De La Soul "The Grind Date" released on October 5, 2004. -
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring live 1991
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring live 1991De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring live 1991
Plus a little bonus at the end. Band is Pop's Cool Love. -
De La Soul feat Redman (LIVE) - Oooh
De La Soul feat Redman (LIVE) - OoohDe La Soul feat Redman (LIVE) - Oooh
De La Soul rocking it live with Redman. Great performance. -
Gorillaz at Coachella 2010: Feel Good Inc. (feat. De La Soul)
Gorillaz at Coachella 2010: Feel Good Inc. (feat. De La Soul)Gorillaz at Coachella 2010: Feel Good Inc. (feat. De La Soul)
http://www.magmazingmusic.com Gorillaz and De La Soul perform Feel Good Inc. live at the Coachella Music & Arts Festival 2010 in Indio California on Sunday A... -
De La Soul - Transmitting Live From Mars 08 - HQ ( 3 Feet High and Rising )
De La Soul - Transmitting Live From Mars 08 - HQ ( 3 Feet High and Rising )De La Soul - Transmitting Live From Mars 08 - HQ ( 3 Feet High and Rising )
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De La Soul Live Band, La Defense 2012
De La Soul Live Band, La Defense 2012De La Soul Live Band, La Defense 2012
De La Soul "Live Band" at La Défense Jazz Festival 2012 De La Soul + Band : Fabrice «Cub1» Colombani - direction musicale, percussions Alexis Bossard - batte...
De La Soul - Live In Belgium
- Duration: 55:17
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
De La Soul in crowd control mode live from Belgium.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Live_In_Belgium
De La Soul in crowd control mode live from Belgium.
- published: 02 Jul 2012
- views: 2191
- author: kwiz90
De La Soul First Serve Live Maida Vale BBC 6 Music 2012
- Duration: 43:41
- Updated: 01 Aug 2014
De La Soul and First Serve performing a live session at Maida Vale for Lauren Laverne on BBC Radio 6 Music March 2012.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_First_Serve_Live_Maida_Vale_BBC_6_Music_2012
De La Soul and First Serve performing a live session at Maida Vale for Lauren Laverne on BBC Radio 6 Music March 2012.
- published: 14 Mar 2012
- views: 25720
- author: gsr28647
De La Soul - Oooh/All Good - Live
- Duration: 6:51
- Updated: 27 Jul 2013
Blowing the roof off the place as only they can, De La Soul whip a capacity Button Factory crowd into a frenzy with their epic anthems "Ooooh" and "All Good"...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Oooh_All_Good_-_Live
Blowing the roof off the place as only they can, De La Soul whip a capacity Button Factory crowd into a frenzy with their epic anthems "Ooooh" and "All Good"...
- published: 03 Apr 2012
- views: 4254
- author: Jamie Tanner
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (Live on Letterman) ft. De La Soul
- Duration: 4:01
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Music video by Gorillaz performing Feel Good Inc (Live On Letterman). © CBS Interactive Music Group, a division of CBS Radio, Inc.
http://wn.com/Gorillaz_-_Feel_Good_Inc_(Live_on_Letterman)_ft._De_La_Soul
Music video by Gorillaz performing Feel Good Inc (Live On Letterman). © CBS Interactive Music Group, a division of CBS Radio, Inc.
- published: 13 Oct 2010
- views: 4063780
- author: Gorillaz
De La Soul - Me, Myself, and I (live Arsenio Hall show 1989)
- Duration: 3:18
- Updated: 30 Aug 2014
classic performance on Arsenio Hall -- I like how Maseo brought in the beat from the remix version at the halfway point.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Me,_Myself,_and_I_(live_Arsenio_Hall_show_1989)
classic performance on Arsenio Hall -- I like how Maseo brought in the beat from the remix version at the halfway point.
- published: 03 Apr 2007
- views: 586408
- author: DeeJayH20
![De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/m5Dtp6GQlCA/0.jpg "De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]")
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]
- Duration: 9:54
- Updated: 22 Aug 2014
De La Soul's Plug1 & Plug2 present First serve : http://soundcloud.com/firstserve/de-la-souls-plug-1-plug-2-1 http://musique.fnac.com/a4074465/De-La-Soul-De-...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Ring_Ring_Ring_Live_@_La_Défense_Jazz_Festival,_Paris_2012-07-01_
De La Soul's Plug1 & Plug2 present First serve : http://soundcloud.com/firstserve/de-la-souls-plug-1-plug-2-1 http://musique.fnac.com/a4074465/De-La-Soul-De-...
- published: 02 Jul 2012
- views: 11687
- author: foxysoul94
De La Soul Tribute Live at VH1 Hip Hop Honors 2008
- Duration: 3:51
- Updated: 11 Aug 2013
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_Tribute_Live_at_VH1_Hip_Hop_Honors_2008
De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)
- Duration: 4:25
- Updated: 18 Jun 2013
De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_The_Bizness_(Live)
De La Soul - Say No Go Live 1990
- Duration: 3:11
- Updated: 22 Aug 2014
Provinssirock 1990, Seinajoki, Finland.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Say_No_Go_Live_1990
De La Soul - LIVE - Much More / Stakes Is High / The Bizness - London 2013
- Duration: 7:49
- Updated: 05 Aug 2013
the legendary De La Soul, LIVE @ Kentish Town Forum (London) 8th May 2013 Much More.... Stakes Is High..... The Bizness great gig - shame about the terrible ...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_LIVE_-_Much_More_Stakes_Is_High_The_Bizness_-_London_2013
the legendary De La Soul, LIVE @ Kentish Town Forum (London) 8th May 2013 Much More.... Stakes Is High..... The Bizness great gig - shame about the terrible ...
- published: 09 May 2013
- views: 851
- author: geebo76
De La Soul - Live at the Forum in London (May 2013)
- Duration: 21:35
- Updated: 11 Jun 2013
De La Soul performing live in London (The sound system at the event was poor)
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Live_at_the_Forum_in_London_(May_2013)
De La Soul performing live in London (The sound system at the event was poor)
- published: 09 May 2013
- views: 305
- author: 4ourPillars
De La Soul Live At Montreux Jazz Festival 2010
- Duration: 9:41
- Updated: 08 Aug 2013
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_Live_At_Montreux_Jazz_Festival_2010
De La Soul - Live Hip Hop @ BESTIVAL 2012
- Duration: 14:55
- Updated: 08 Aug 2014
Film by Paul David Beard pdb@gunghomedia.co.uk Artist - De La Soul Date - 8 Sept 2012 Location - Downend, Isle of Wight, UK Event - Bestival 2012 Stage - Mai...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Live_Hip_Hop_@_BESTIVAL_2012
Film by Paul David Beard pdb@gunghomedia.co.uk Artist - De La Soul Date - 8 Sept 2012 Location - Downend, Isle of Wight, UK Event - Bestival 2012 Stage - Mai...
- published: 11 Sep 2012
- views: 4346
- author: pdb films
Suite For Ma Dukes - Stakes Is High feat Posdnuos (De La Soul) and Talib Kweli (Live)
- Duration: 6:55
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
http://www.artdontsleep.com Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 Vtech, Mochilla and ArtDontSleep present: Timeless II of IV: Suite For Ma Dukes Harriet and Charles L...
http://wn.com/Suite_For_Ma_Dukes_-_Stakes_Is_High_feat_Posdnuos_(De_La_Soul)_and_Talib_Kweli_(Live)
http://www.artdontsleep.com Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 Vtech, Mochilla and ArtDontSleep present: Timeless II of IV: Suite For Ma Dukes Harriet and Charles L...
- published: 24 Jan 2013
- views: 58322
- author: artdontsleep
De La Soul - Transmitting Live From Mars
- Duration: 1:13
- Updated: 27 Aug 2014
Track 8 from 3 Feet High And Rising.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Transmitting_Live_From_Mars
Damon Albarn and De La Soul, "Feel Good Inc." - Live at The FADER FORT
- Duration: 5:00
- Updated: 01 Sep 2014
Watch Damon Albarn perform "Feel Good Inc." with De La Soul live at The FADER FORT Presented by Converse 2014 in Austin, Texas. Video and Audio by XI Media P...
http://wn.com/Damon_Albarn_and_De_La_Soul,_"Feel_Good_Inc."_-_Live_at_The_FADER_FORT
Watch Damon Albarn perform "Feel Good Inc." with De La Soul live at The FADER FORT Presented by Converse 2014 in Austin, Texas. Video and Audio by XI Media P...
- published: 15 Mar 2014
- views: 37631
- author: The FADER
De La Soul ft. MF Doom - Rock Co.Kane Flow
- Duration: 3:29
- Updated: 18 Aug 2013
From the seventh album from hip-hop group De La Soul "The Grind Date" released on October 5, 2004.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_ft._MF_Doom_-_Rock_Co.Kane_Flow
From the seventh album from hip-hop group De La Soul "The Grind Date" released on October 5, 2004.
- published: 27 Dec 2009
- views: 80760
- author: prophet16683
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring live 1991
- Duration: 5:15
- Updated: 09 Aug 2013
Plus a little bonus at the end. Band is Pop's Cool Love.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Ring_Ring_Ring_live_1991
Plus a little bonus at the end. Band is Pop's Cool Love.
- published: 10 Jan 2009
- views: 373605
- author: blightytater
De La Soul feat Redman (LIVE) - Oooh
- Duration: 3:48
- Updated: 27 Aug 2014
De La Soul rocking it live with Redman. Great performance.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_feat_Redman_(LIVE)_-_Oooh
De La Soul rocking it live with Redman. Great performance.
- published: 25 Feb 2010
- views: 30869
- author: noblechild456
Gorillaz at Coachella 2010: Feel Good Inc. (feat. De La Soul)
- Duration: 4:04
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
http://www.magmazingmusic.com Gorillaz and De La Soul perform Feel Good Inc. live at the Coachella Music & Arts Festival 2010 in Indio California on Sunday A...
http://wn.com/Gorillaz_at_Coachella_2010_Feel_Good_Inc._(feat._De_La_Soul)
http://www.magmazingmusic.com Gorillaz and De La Soul perform Feel Good Inc. live at the Coachella Music & Arts Festival 2010 in Indio California on Sunday A...
- published: 19 Apr 2010
- views: 512790
- author: Magmazing Music
De La Soul - Transmitting Live From Mars 08 - HQ ( 3 Feet High and Rising )
- Duration: 1:16
- Updated: 11 May 2014
Subscribe to our channel. Increva-se em nosso canal.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Transmitting_Live_From_Mars_08_-_HQ_(_3_Feet_High_and_Rising_)
Subscribe to our channel. Increva-se em nosso canal.
- published: 12 Dec 2013
- views: 423
- author: TheOldSchoolHipHop-HQ
De La Soul Live Band, La Defense 2012
- Duration: 14:52
- Updated: 01 May 2013
De La Soul "Live Band" at La Défense Jazz Festival 2012 De La Soul + Band : Fabrice «Cub1» Colombani - direction musicale, percussions Alexis Bossard - batte...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_Live_Band,_La_Defense_2012
De La Soul "Live Band" at La Défense Jazz Festival 2012 De La Soul + Band : Fabrice «Cub1» Colombani - direction musicale, percussions Alexis Bossard - batte...
- published: 05 Jul 2012
- views: 827
- author: charlyfotos
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Maseo of De La Soul Interview 2012
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A tremendous interview with DJ Maseo of De La Soul in LA. -
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 1 of 5
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De La Soul - 3 Feet High Interview
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Electronic press kit (including interview) with De La Soul. -
DLSO.IT, RAPBURGER E SWAG PRESENT: DE LA SOUL INTERVIEW @ ELITA OUVERTURE
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Interview w/ Posdnuos from De La Soul. Thanks to elita for making this interview possible. -
De La Soul Interview - Talks Native Tongues Reunion, Murs & Fashawn at Paid Dues 2013
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Guerilla Union takes you behind the scenes with De La Soul, at Paid Dues 2013. Check out more Paid Dues coverage: http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=guerillaunion PAID DUES FESTIVAL 2013 Saturday, March 30, 2013 San Manuel Amphitheater San Bernardino, CA http://www.paidduesfestival.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/paidduesfestival Twitter: www.twitter.com/paid_dues Myspace: new.myspace.com/paidduesfestival YouTube: www.youtube.com/guerillaunion Tumblr: www.guerillaunion.tumblr.com Instagram: www.instagram.com/guerillaunion Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/guerillaunion #PaidDues -
De La Soul (Posdnuos) - wywiad / interview (Hip Hop Kemp 2013, Popkiller.pl)
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http://www.popkiller.pl/hip_hop_kemp Występ De La Soul to bez wątpienia jeden z najlepszych momentów Hip Hop Kempu 2013. Potężna porcja pozytywnych wibracji i hit za hitem, co sprawiło, że publika ani na chwilę nie mogła odsapnąć. Panowie z De La to kawał historii, ikony i zarazem jedni z tych weteranów, którzy opracowali tajemną metodę na długowieczność i na to, jak zrobić esencjonalny, a zarazem nasycony świeżością klasyk i w roku 1989 i 2004. A także jedna z najbarwniejszych i najbardziej cenionych formacji, które kiedykolwiek chwyciła za mikrofony. Nam jako jedynym udało dorwać się ich na Kempie na wywiad - początkowo słyszeliśmy, że nie -
Have You Ever - De La Soul - Maseo - ( Interview )
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De La Soul - Maseo Interview- Have you ever.. I met Maseo at the Hoxton Hotel 2012 and asked him to play a round of "Have You Ever" with me. More coming soon: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cherelle-Chambers/116689908403329 http://cherellechambers.co.uk/ http://twitter.com/cherellecc -
DE LA SOUL STAKES IS HIGH INTERVIEW | OKAYPLAYER TV
DE LA SOUL STAKES IS HIGH INTERVIEW | OKAYPLAYER TVDE LA SOUL STAKES IS HIGH INTERVIEW | OKAYPLAYER TV
http://www.okayplayer.com | http://twitter.com/okayplayer De La Soul's performance at Roots Picnic 2012 was definitely one of the highest, brightest highligh... -
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 2 of 5
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De La Soul - whereitsat.tv interview by Derren Lawson
De La Soul - whereitsat.tv interview by Derren LawsonDe La Soul - whereitsat.tv interview by Derren Lawson
Insightful 2001 interview with De La Soul, the American hip hop trio best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the ev... -
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)
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A3C 2012 Posdnuos of De La Soul Interview with wwliradio
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Posdnuos of the Legendary De La Soul graced wwliradio.com at A3C 2012 Atlanta He let us know that there are Two De La Soul Projects Coming Follow Pos on Twitter @PlugWonDeLaSoul https://twitter.com/PlugWonDeLaSoul Check out De La Soul's Tumblr http://wearedelasoul.tumblr.com/ Follow De La Soul on Twitter @WeAreDeLaSoul https://twitter.com/WeAreDeLaSoul Check Out First Serve http://www.wearefirstserve.com/#preorder -
De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 Present First Serve Interview
De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 Present First Serve InterviewDe La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 Present First Serve Interview
Virtual Festivals go backstage at Maida Vale with BBC Radio 6 Music's 10th birthday celebration to interview De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 present First Serve. -
De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)
De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)
DJ Mason interviews De La Soul -------- Subscribe to Scion AV for more exclusive videos from your favorite artists! - http://awe.sm/bFiIN Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/scionav Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/scionav Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/scionav http://www.scionav.com ____________________ Formed in 1987 and hailing from Long Island, NY, De La Soul consists of members Posdnuos, Trugoy, and Maseo. They are best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the evolution of jazz rap and alternative hip hop subgenres. Their debut album 3 Feet High and Rising has been called a hip hop masterpiec -
An Interview with Darryn de la Soul - Part 3
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Darryn describes the ethos behind Soulsound, gives us her take on her fellow Soulsound tutors and how Soulsound will help improve your employability. -
De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 with quick interview
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DJ Maseo of De La Soul 2013 A3C Interview with wwliradio
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The Legendary DJ Maseo of De La Soul chops it up with wwliradio at A3C 2013. Follow Maseo on Twitter https://twitter.com/DeLaSoulsDugout Like Maseo on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DJMaseo View New De La Soul-Get Away Video http://youtu.be/ZorwKAwqPnE Support on Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single/id647860574 Go To http://www.wearedelasoul.com/ Follow De La Soul on Twitter https://twitter.com/WeAreDeLaSoul -
DE LA SOUL interview by GETATNANCE
DE LA SOUL interview by GETATNANCEDE LA SOUL interview by GETATNANCE
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De La Soul Interview
De La Soul InterviewDe La Soul Interview
Maseo from De la Soul speaks on a possible new album ad the diminishing culture of Hip-Hop. -
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 3 of 5
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 3 of 5yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 3 of 5
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De La Soul interview w/ Gowhere Hip Hop
De La Soul interview w/ Gowhere Hip HopDe La Soul interview w/ Gowhere Hip Hop
Trugoy The Dove (of De La Soul) talks with GY312 of Gowhere Hip Hop at the North Coast Music Festival about the classic LPs, 3 Feet High And Rising & The Gri...
Maseo of De La Soul Interview 2012
- Duration: 69:43
- Updated: 22 Feb 2013
A tremendous interview with DJ Maseo of De La Soul in LA.
http://wn.com/Maseo_of_De_La_Soul_Interview_2012
A tremendous interview with DJ Maseo of De La Soul in LA.
- published: 22 Feb 2013
- views: 3282
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 1 of 5
- Duration: 3:29
- Updated: 29 Jul 2013
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 1 of 5.
http://wn.com/yo_mtv_raps_interview_de_la_soul_1993_1_of_5
De La Soul - 3 Feet High Interview
- Duration: 7:02
- Updated: 12 Jul 2013
Electronic press kit (including interview) with De La Soul.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_3_Feet_High_Interview
Electronic press kit (including interview) with De La Soul.
- published: 30 Jul 2010
- views: 1373
- author: BronxNigga05
DLSO.IT, RAPBURGER E SWAG PRESENT: DE LA SOUL INTERVIEW @ ELITA OUVERTURE
- Duration: 8:43
- Updated: 13 Feb 2014
Interview w/ Posdnuos from De La Soul. Thanks to elita for making this interview possible.
http://wn.com/DLSO.IT,_RAPBURGER_E_SWAG_PRESENT_DE_LA_SOUL_INTERVIEW_@_ELITA_OUVERTURE
Interview w/ Posdnuos from De La Soul. Thanks to elita for making this interview possible.
- published: 14 Oct 2013
- views: 619
- author: DLSOTUBE
De La Soul Interview - Talks Native Tongues Reunion, Murs & Fashawn at Paid Dues 2013
- Duration: 3:13
- Updated: 05 Jun 2013
Guerilla Union takes you behind the scenes with De La Soul, at Paid Dues 2013.
Check out more Paid Dues coverage: http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=guerillaunion
PAID DUES FESTIVAL 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
San Manuel Amphitheater
San Bernardino, CA
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Facebook: www.facebook.com/paidduesfestival
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#PaidDues
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_Interview_-_Talks_Native_Tongues_Reunion,_Murs_&_Fashawn_at_Paid_Dues_2013
Guerilla Union takes you behind the scenes with De La Soul, at Paid Dues 2013.
Check out more Paid Dues coverage: http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=guerillaunion
PAID DUES FESTIVAL 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
San Manuel Amphitheater
San Bernardino, CA
http://www.paidduesfestival.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/paidduesfestival
Twitter: www.twitter.com/paid_dues
Myspace: new.myspace.com/paidduesfestival
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#PaidDues
- published: 05 Jun 2013
- views: 1870
De La Soul (Posdnuos) - wywiad / interview (Hip Hop Kemp 2013, Popkiller.pl)
- Duration: 9:01
- Updated: 17 Nov 2013
http://www.popkiller.pl/hip_hop_kemp
Występ De La Soul to bez wątpienia jeden z najlepszych momentów Hip Hop Kempu 2013. Potężna porcja pozytywnych wibracji i hit za hitem, co sprawiło, że publika ani na chwilę nie mogła odsapnąć. Panowie z De La to kawał historii, ikony i zarazem jedni z tych weteranów, którzy opracowali tajemną metodę na długowieczność i na to, jak zrobić esencjonalny, a zarazem nasycony świeżością klasyk i w roku 1989 i 2004. A także jedna z najbarwniejszych i najbardziej cenionych formacji, które kiedykolwiek chwyciła za mikrofony. Nam jako jedynym udało dorwać się ich na Kempie na wywiad - początkowo słyszeliśmy, że nie udzielają żadnych, ale w końcu po kilku kolejnych próbach udało się a dodatkowe szczęście mieliśmy takie, że wprawdzie wyszedł do nas jeden trójki Plugów, ale ten uważany za nieformalnego frontmana i najbardziej rozpoznawalny - zapraszamy na rozmowę z Posdnuosem z De La Soul!
Informację o polskim koncercie mogliśmy znaleźć w kalendarzu dołączonym do "Grind Date" - jak Pos wspomina ostatnią wizytę w naszym kraju? Czy ciężko było im wyjść do ludzi z tak luźnym i pozytywnym debiutem w końcówce lat 80-tych? 10 lat temu De La Soul zapowiedzieli trzy części "Art Official Intelligence", a do tej pory otrzymaliśmy dwie - czy można spodziewać się trzeciej? Na pierwszych albumach Prince Paul wspominany był jako "Plug 4", czwarty członek De La - czy wciąż utrzymują z nim kontakt? Jak doszło do wydania płyty z Nike w 2009? Czy wciąż otrzymują telefony podobne do tych z "Ring, Ring"? Jak wspominają współpracę z Gorillaz przy "Feel Good Inc."? Jak odebrali umieszczenie "Oodles of O's" w Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 4? Który z wydanych przez lata albumów Pos uważa za najbardziej wyjątkowy? O wszystkim poniżej.
Rozmawiał: Mateusz Natali
Tłumaczenie: Damian Noga
Zdjęcia: Jacek Kowalczyk
Montaż: Bartek Kowalski
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_(Posdnuos)_-_wywiad_interview_(Hip_Hop_Kemp_2013,_Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/hip_hop_kemp
Występ De La Soul to bez wątpienia jeden z najlepszych momentów Hip Hop Kempu 2013. Potężna porcja pozytywnych wibracji i hit za hitem, co sprawiło, że publika ani na chwilę nie mogła odsapnąć. Panowie z De La to kawał historii, ikony i zarazem jedni z tych weteranów, którzy opracowali tajemną metodę na długowieczność i na to, jak zrobić esencjonalny, a zarazem nasycony świeżością klasyk i w roku 1989 i 2004. A także jedna z najbarwniejszych i najbardziej cenionych formacji, które kiedykolwiek chwyciła za mikrofony. Nam jako jedynym udało dorwać się ich na Kempie na wywiad - początkowo słyszeliśmy, że nie udzielają żadnych, ale w końcu po kilku kolejnych próbach udało się a dodatkowe szczęście mieliśmy takie, że wprawdzie wyszedł do nas jeden trójki Plugów, ale ten uważany za nieformalnego frontmana i najbardziej rozpoznawalny - zapraszamy na rozmowę z Posdnuosem z De La Soul!
Informację o polskim koncercie mogliśmy znaleźć w kalendarzu dołączonym do "Grind Date" - jak Pos wspomina ostatnią wizytę w naszym kraju? Czy ciężko było im wyjść do ludzi z tak luźnym i pozytywnym debiutem w końcówce lat 80-tych? 10 lat temu De La Soul zapowiedzieli trzy części "Art Official Intelligence", a do tej pory otrzymaliśmy dwie - czy można spodziewać się trzeciej? Na pierwszych albumach Prince Paul wspominany był jako "Plug 4", czwarty członek De La - czy wciąż utrzymują z nim kontakt? Jak doszło do wydania płyty z Nike w 2009? Czy wciąż otrzymują telefony podobne do tych z "Ring, Ring"? Jak wspominają współpracę z Gorillaz przy "Feel Good Inc."? Jak odebrali umieszczenie "Oodles of O's" w Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 4? Który z wydanych przez lata albumów Pos uważa za najbardziej wyjątkowy? O wszystkim poniżej.
Rozmawiał: Mateusz Natali
Tłumaczenie: Damian Noga
Zdjęcia: Jacek Kowalczyk
Montaż: Bartek Kowalski
- published: 17 Nov 2013
- views: 2028
Have You Ever - De La Soul - Maseo - ( Interview )
- Duration: 9:33
- Updated: 21 Oct 2012
De La Soul - Maseo Interview- Have you ever..
I met Maseo at the Hoxton Hotel 2012 and asked him to play a round of "Have You Ever" with me. More coming soon:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cherelle-Chambers/116689908403329
http://cherellechambers.co.uk/
http://twitter.com/cherellecc
http://wn.com/Have_You_Ever_-_De_La_Soul_-_Maseo_-_(_Interview_)
De La Soul - Maseo Interview- Have you ever..
I met Maseo at the Hoxton Hotel 2012 and asked him to play a round of "Have You Ever" with me. More coming soon:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cherelle-Chambers/116689908403329
http://cherellechambers.co.uk/
http://twitter.com/cherellecc
- published: 21 Oct 2012
- views: 703
DE LA SOUL STAKES IS HIGH INTERVIEW | OKAYPLAYER TV
- Duration: 2:26
- Updated: 23 Jul 2013
http://www.okayplayer.com | http://twitter.com/okayplayer De La Soul's performance at Roots Picnic 2012 was definitely one of the highest, brightest highligh...
http://wn.com/DE_LA_SOUL_STAKES_IS_HIGH_INTERVIEW_|_OKAYPLAYER_TV
http://www.okayplayer.com | http://twitter.com/okayplayer De La Soul's performance at Roots Picnic 2012 was definitely one of the highest, brightest highligh...
- published: 25 Jun 2012
- views: 6227
- author: okayplayer
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 2 of 5
- Duration: 3:06
- Updated: 13 May 2012
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 2 of 5
http://wn.com/yo_mtv_raps_interview_de_la_soul_1993_2_of_5
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 2 of 5
- published: 13 May 2012
- views: 1554
De La Soul - whereitsat.tv interview by Derren Lawson
- Duration: 8:39
- Updated: 24 Jun 2013
Insightful 2001 interview with De La Soul, the American hip hop trio best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the ev...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_whereitsat.tv_interview_by_Derren_Lawson
Insightful 2001 interview with De La Soul, the American hip hop trio best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the ev...
- published: 06 Aug 2011
- views: 1427
- author: whereitsattv
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)
- Duration: 1:41
- Updated: 28 Jul 2012
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)
http://wn.com/Heady_D_-_Interview_with_De_La_Soul_@_MTV_Jams_1995_(HQ)
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)
- published: 28 Jul 2012
- views: 310
A3C 2012 Posdnuos of De La Soul Interview with wwliradio
- Duration: 1:29
- Updated: 15 Oct 2012
Posdnuos of the Legendary De La Soul graced wwliradio.com at A3C 2012 Atlanta
He let us know that there are Two De La Soul Projects Coming
Follow Pos on Twitter @PlugWonDeLaSoul https://twitter.com/PlugWonDeLaSoul
Check out De La Soul's Tumblr http://wearedelasoul.tumblr.com/
Follow De La Soul on Twitter @WeAreDeLaSoul https://twitter.com/WeAreDeLaSoul
Check Out First Serve http://www.wearefirstserve.com/#preorder
http://wn.com/A3C_2012_Posdnuos_of_De_La_Soul_Interview_with_wwliradio
Posdnuos of the Legendary De La Soul graced wwliradio.com at A3C 2012 Atlanta
He let us know that there are Two De La Soul Projects Coming
Follow Pos on Twitter @PlugWonDeLaSoul https://twitter.com/PlugWonDeLaSoul
Check out De La Soul's Tumblr http://wearedelasoul.tumblr.com/
Follow De La Soul on Twitter @WeAreDeLaSoul https://twitter.com/WeAreDeLaSoul
Check Out First Serve http://www.wearefirstserve.com/#preorder
- published: 15 Oct 2012
- views: 455
De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 Present First Serve Interview
- Duration: 7:38
- Updated: 12 Apr 2014
Virtual Festivals go backstage at Maida Vale with BBC Radio 6 Music's 10th birthday celebration to interview De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 present First Serve.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul's_Plug_1_&_Plug_2_Present_First_Serve_Interview
Virtual Festivals go backstage at Maida Vale with BBC Radio 6 Music's 10th birthday celebration to interview De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 present First Serve.
- published: 20 Mar 2012
- views: 4471
- author: Virtual Festivals
![De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/oYXXIN0NDY4/0.jpg "De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)")
De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)
- Duration: 3:58
- Updated: 13 Oct 2011
DJ Mason interviews De La Soul
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Formed in 1987 and hailing from Long Island, NY, De La Soul consists of members Posdnuos, Trugoy, and Maseo. They are best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the evolution of jazz rap and alternative hip hop subgenres. Their debut album 3 Feet High and Rising has been called a hip hop masterpiece and is the groups biggest commercial success to date. In 2006, De La Soul won a Grammy for their collaboration with the Gorrilaz on the single "Feel Good Inc."
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http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_Interview_with_Vice_Radio_2011_(Scion_AV)
DJ Mason interviews De La Soul
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Formed in 1987 and hailing from Long Island, NY, De La Soul consists of members Posdnuos, Trugoy, and Maseo. They are best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the evolution of jazz rap and alternative hip hop subgenres. Their debut album 3 Feet High and Rising has been called a hip hop masterpiece and is the groups biggest commercial success to date. In 2006, De La Soul won a Grammy for their collaboration with the Gorrilaz on the single "Feel Good Inc."
- See more at: http://www.scionav.com/index#!artist/258
- published: 13 Oct 2011
- views: 152
An Interview with Darryn de la Soul - Part 3
- Duration: 6:08
- Updated: 08 May 2014
Darryn describes the ethos behind Soulsound, gives us her take on her fellow Soulsound tutors and how Soulsound will help improve your employability.
http://wn.com/An_Interview_with_Darryn_de_la_Soul_-_Part_3
Darryn describes the ethos behind Soulsound, gives us her take on her fellow Soulsound tutors and how Soulsound will help improve your employability.
- published: 08 May 2014
- views: 25
- author: Soulsound
De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 with quick interview
- Duration: 5:05
- Updated: 14 Apr 2014
De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 doing Me, Myself, and I (with China and Jet) & Downtown Julie Brown.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_on_Club_MTV_1987_with_quick_interview
De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 doing Me, Myself, and I (with China and Jet) & Downtown Julie Brown.
- published: 10 Nov 2012
- views: 1399
- author: capeshokusa
DJ Maseo of De La Soul 2013 A3C Interview with wwliradio
- Duration: 3:53
- Updated: 07 Oct 2013
The Legendary DJ Maseo of De La Soul chops it up with wwliradio at A3C 2013.
Follow Maseo on Twitter https://twitter.com/DeLaSoulsDugout
Like Maseo on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DJMaseo
View New De La Soul-Get Away Video http://youtu.be/ZorwKAwqPnE
Support on Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single/id647860574
Go To http://www.wearedelasoul.com/
Follow De La Soul on Twitter https://twitter.com/WeAreDeLaSoul
http://wn.com/DJ_Maseo_of_De_La_Soul_2013_A3C_Interview_with_wwliradio
The Legendary DJ Maseo of De La Soul chops it up with wwliradio at A3C 2013.
Follow Maseo on Twitter https://twitter.com/DeLaSoulsDugout
Like Maseo on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DJMaseo
View New De La Soul-Get Away Video http://youtu.be/ZorwKAwqPnE
Support on Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single/id647860574
Go To http://www.wearedelasoul.com/
Follow De La Soul on Twitter https://twitter.com/WeAreDeLaSoul
- published: 07 Oct 2013
- views: 478
DE LA SOUL interview by GETATNANCE
- Duration: 4:33
- Updated: 03 Nov 2008
www.getatnance.com
www.myspace.com/thuyan83
http://wn.com/DE_LA_SOUL_interview_by_GETATNANCE
www.getatnance.com
www.myspace.com/thuyan83
- published: 03 Nov 2008
- views: 997
De La Soul Interview
- Duration: 1:53
- Updated: 12 Nov 2011
Maseo from De la Soul speaks on a possible new album ad the diminishing culture of Hip-Hop.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_Interview
Maseo from De la Soul speaks on a possible new album ad the diminishing culture of Hip-Hop.
- published: 12 Nov 2011
- views: 340
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 3 of 5
- Duration: 3:40
- Updated: 13 May 2012
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 3 of 5
http://wn.com/yo_mtv_raps_interview_de_la_soul_1993_3_of_5
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 3 of 5
- published: 13 May 2012
- views: 1180
De La Soul interview w/ Gowhere Hip Hop
- Duration: 4:16
- Updated: 19 Aug 2014
Trugoy The Dove (of De La Soul) talks with GY312 of Gowhere Hip Hop at the North Coast Music Festival about the classic LPs, 3 Feet High And Rising & The Gri...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_interview_w_Gowhere_Hip_Hop
Trugoy The Dove (of De La Soul) talks with GY312 of Gowhere Hip Hop at the North Coast Music Festival about the classic LPs, 3 Feet High And Rising & The Gri...
- published: 05 Sep 2010
- views: 1546
- author: Gowhere Hip Hop
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Fela Kuti Vs. De La Soul - Fela Soul (2011) [Full Album]
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"What do you get when you put together afrobeat legend Fela Kuti and rap pioneers De La Soul? You get Fela Soul; musical tapestry created by Amerigo Gazaway.... -
De La Soul Is Dead-- De La Soul-- (Full Album)
De La Soul Is Dead-- De La Soul-- (Full Album)De La Soul Is Dead-- De La Soul-- (Full Album)
Intro- 00:00 Oodles of O's- 2:14 Talkin' Bout Hey Love-5:46 Pease Porridge- 8:13 Skit 1- 13:14 Johnny's Dead AKA Vincent Mason (Live from the BK Lounge)- 13:... -
De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]
De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]
De La Soul x J Dilla mixtape - "Smell The Da.I.S.Y." Tracklist: 1 • Let The King Ascend 2 • Who featuring Redman 3 • Dilla Plugged In 4 • Goes With The Word ... -
De La Soul - The Grind Date 2004 Full Album 720HD
De La Soul - The Grind Date 2004 Full Album 720HDDe La Soul - The Grind Date 2004 Full Album 720HD
Track Listing 1. Much More 2. The Grind Date 3. Shopping Bags (She Got from You) 4. No 5. Church 6. It's Like That 7. Rock Co. Cane Flow 8. He Comes 9. Verba... -
De La Soul - no Rio de Janeiro!
De La Soul - no Rio de Janeiro!De La Soul - no Rio de Janeiro!
De La Soul - Circo Voador 27 / 07 / 2014 - Rio de Janeiro - Brasil. -
Loquendo (En Busca de La Soul Edge #2)
Loquendo (En Busca de La Soul Edge #2)Loquendo (En Busca de La Soul Edge #2)
Modo Historia... Final De La Segunda Temporada... Like&Comenten;%Suscribanse... -
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'influence Du Sud
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'influence Du SudReportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'influence Du Sud
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Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'explosion Du Hip Hop
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'explosion Du Hip HopReportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'explosion Du Hip Hop
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Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Le Son De La Motown
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Le Son De La MotownReportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Le Son De La Motown
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De La Soul em São Paulo - dia: 25/07/2014
De La Soul em São Paulo - dia: 25/07/2014De La Soul em São Paulo - dia: 25/07/2014
Realizado pela chocolate na @AudioClub na Barra Funda. -
Jazzfestival Montreux 2010 De La Soul & Rhythm All Stars
Jazzfestival Montreux 2010 De La Soul & Rhythm All StarsJazzfestival Montreux 2010 De La Soul & Rhythm All Stars
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Vanguard Music Festival - De La Soul, MF Doom & Wu Tang Clan
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Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Il Etait Une Fois Le Funk
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Il Etait Une Fois Le FunkReportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Il Etait Une Fois Le Funk
![Fela Kuti Vs. De La Soul - Fela Soul (2011) [Full Album]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/8PDg8YyFzMw/0.jpg "Fela Kuti Vs. De La Soul - Fela Soul (2011) [Full Album]")
Fela Kuti Vs. De La Soul - Fela Soul (2011) [Full Album]
- Duration: 33:31
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
"What do you get when you put together afrobeat legend Fela Kuti and rap pioneers De La Soul? You get Fela Soul; musical tapestry created by Amerigo Gazaway....
http://wn.com/Fela_Kuti_Vs._De_La_Soul_-_Fela_Soul_(2011)_Full_Album_
"What do you get when you put together afrobeat legend Fela Kuti and rap pioneers De La Soul? You get Fela Soul; musical tapestry created by Amerigo Gazaway....
- published: 21 Mar 2013
- views: 123667
- author: 0Ld1rtylVlu5t4rd
De La Soul Is Dead-- De La Soul-- (Full Album)
- Duration: 73:44
- Updated: 02 Sep 2014
Intro- 00:00 Oodles of O's- 2:14 Talkin' Bout Hey Love-5:46 Pease Porridge- 8:13 Skit 1- 13:14 Johnny's Dead AKA Vincent Mason (Live from the BK Lounge)- 13:...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_Is_Dead--_De_La_Soul--_(Full_Album)
Intro- 00:00 Oodles of O's- 2:14 Talkin' Bout Hey Love-5:46 Pease Porridge- 8:13 Skit 1- 13:14 Johnny's Dead AKA Vincent Mason (Live from the BK Lounge)- 13:...
- published: 20 Feb 2014
- views: 13272
- author: BrwrKoteLounge StreetLevelLikeAsphalt
![De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140905124705im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/gdPEZeqL57U/0.jpg "De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]")
De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]
- Duration: 29:09
- Updated: 30 Aug 2014
De La Soul x J Dilla mixtape - "Smell The Da.I.S.Y." Tracklist: 1 • Let The King Ascend 2 • Who featuring Redman 3 • Dilla Plugged In 4 • Goes With The Word ...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_&_J_Dilla_|_Smell_The_Da.I.S.Y._HD_MIXTAPE_
De La Soul x J Dilla mixtape - "Smell The Da.I.S.Y." Tracklist: 1 • Let The King Ascend 2 • Who featuring Redman 3 • Dilla Plugged In 4 • Goes With The Word ...
- published: 26 Mar 2014
- views: 9692
- author: Seismicc Excursionn
De La Soul - The Grind Date 2004 Full Album 720HD
- Duration: 51:56
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
Track Listing 1. Much More 2. The Grind Date 3. Shopping Bags (She Got from You) 4. No 5. Church 6. It's Like That 7. Rock Co. Cane Flow 8. He Comes 9. Verba...
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_The_Grind_Date_2004_Full_Album_720HD
Track Listing 1. Much More 2. The Grind Date 3. Shopping Bags (She Got from You) 4. No 5. Church 6. It's Like That 7. Rock Co. Cane Flow 8. He Comes 9. Verba...
- published: 06 Mar 2014
- views: 5701
- author: DaShykom
De La Soul - no Rio de Janeiro!
- Duration: 41:35
- Updated: 04 Aug 2014
De La Soul - Circo Voador 27 / 07 / 2014 - Rio de Janeiro - Brasil.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_-_no_Rio_de_Janeiro!
De La Soul - Circo Voador 27 / 07 / 2014 - Rio de Janeiro - Brasil.
- published: 28 Jul 2014
- views: 628
- author: djmarcelinhomg
Loquendo (En Busca de La Soul Edge #2)
- Duration: 28:55
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Modo Historia... Final De La Segunda Temporada... Like&Comenten;%Suscribanse...
http://wn.com/Loquendo_(En_Busca_de_La_Soul_Edge_2)
Modo Historia... Final De La Segunda Temporada... Like&Comenten;%Suscribanse...
- published: 19 Apr 2014
- views: 194369
- author: Daniel SLost
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'influence Du Sud
- Duration: 50:52
- Updated: 04 Jun 2013
http://wn.com/Reportage_Au_Coeur_De_La_Soul_-_L'influence_Du_Sud
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'explosion Du Hip Hop
- Duration: 49:06
- Updated: 24 Aug 2014
http://wn.com/Reportage_Au_Coeur_De_La_Soul_-_L'explosion_Du_Hip_Hop
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Le Son De La Motown
- Duration: 51:10
- Updated: 25 Aug 2014
http://wn.com/Reportage_Au_Coeur_De_La_Soul_-_Le_Son_De_La_Motown
De La Soul em São Paulo - dia: 25/07/2014
- Duration: 32:53
- Updated: 02 Aug 2014
Realizado pela chocolate na @AudioClub na Barra Funda.
http://wn.com/De_La_Soul_em_São_Paulo_-_dia_25_07_2014
Realizado pela chocolate na @AudioClub na Barra Funda.
- published: 30 Jul 2014
- views: 138
- author: Celso Murilo Santana Passos
Jazzfestival Montreux 2010 De La Soul & Rhythm All Stars
- Duration: 50:24
- Updated: 20 Aug 2014
http://wn.com/Jazzfestival_Montreux_2010_De_La_Soul_&_Rhythm_All_Stars
Vanguard Music Festival - De La Soul, MF Doom & Wu Tang Clan
- Duration: 26:03
- Updated: 11 Aug 2014
De La Soul, MF Doom and Wu Tang Clan performing at Vanguard Music Festival in Copenhagen, Denmark August 3 2013.
http://wn.com/Vanguard_Music_Festival_-_De_La_Soul,_MF_Doom_&_Wu_Tang_Clan
De La Soul, MF Doom and Wu Tang Clan performing at Vanguard Music Festival in Copenhagen, Denmark August 3 2013.
- published: 17 Aug 2013
- views: 3066
- author: Black Star Productions
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Il Etait Une Fois Le Funk
- Duration: 49:53
- Updated: 23 Jul 2013
http://wn.com/Reportage_Au_Coeur_De_La_Soul_-_Il_Etait_Une_Fois_Le_Funk
68:23
De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]
Stakes Is High is De La Soul's fourth full-length album, released on June 18, 1996. 00:00 ...
published: 11 Oct 2013
author: Full Albums
De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]
De La Soul - Stake Is High 1996 [Full Album]
Stakes Is High is De La Soul's fourth full-length album, released on June 18, 1996. 00:00 Intro 2:36 Supa Emcees 6:15 The Bizness Featuring Common 11:58 Wonc...- published: 11 Oct 2013
- views: 570170
- author: Full Albums
4:02
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I Link to the Official Old School Hip Hop page on facebook: ht...
published: 07 Jun 2012
author: OldSchoolHipHopHD
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I [Official Video HD]
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I Link to the Official Old School Hip Hop page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Old.School.Hip.Hop.Official "Me Myself and I...- published: 07 Jun 2012
- views: 786827
- author: OldSchoolHipHopHD
66:46
De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)
De La Soul, Art Official Intelligence (AOI) Mosaic Thump Full Album (2000) 01. SPITKICKER....
published: 04 Aug 2013
author: dididinha4
De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)
De La Soul - AOI Mosaic Thump (Full Album)
De La Soul, Art Official Intelligence (AOI) Mosaic Thump Full Album (2000) 01. SPITKICKER.COM (Say R.) (00:00) 02. U Can Do (Life) (01:20) 03. My Writes (fea...- published: 04 Aug 2013
- views: 77771
- author: dididinha4
3:17
De La Soul - The Magic Number
Track 2 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul....
published: 26 Jul 2009
author: obilinx1
De La Soul - The Magic Number
De La Soul - The Magic Number
Track 2 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul.- published: 26 Jul 2009
- views: 2095442
- author: obilinx1
48:29
De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]
00:00 01. Intro 00:53 02. Eye Patch 03:21 03. 06:38 04. 12:33 05. 17:32 06. 19:03 07. 22:5...
published: 03 Aug 2012
author: TheLanguageOfRap
De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]
De La Soul - Buhloone Mindstate [Full Album]
00:00 01. Intro 00:53 02. Eye Patch 03:21 03. 06:38 04. 12:33 05. 17:32 06. 19:03 07. 22:56 08. 23:40 09. 26:21 10. 29:53 11. 34:57 12. 39:02 13. 43:17 14. 4...- published: 03 Aug 2012
- views: 90966
- author: TheLanguageOfRap
5:39
De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!
[Redman] Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ...
published: 07 Nov 2012
author: Brazilian Chronic
De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!
De La Soul feat. Redman - Oooh!
[Redman] Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff An...- published: 07 Nov 2012
- views: 1244313
- author: Brazilian Chronic
28:22
De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]
It's been 3 weeks too long, but it's finally here! De La Soul has finally released their l...
published: 26 Mar 2014
author: Mindful Music
De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]
De La Soul & J Dilla - Smell The Da.I.S.Y. (Mixtape) [HD]
It's been 3 weeks too long, but it's finally here! De La Soul has finally released their latest music project entitled, "Smell The Da.I.S.Y.", a mixtape comp...- published: 26 Mar 2014
- views: 44923
- author: Mindful Music
4:51
De La Soul "Buddy"
De La Soul is a Grammy Award-winning hip hop group from Amityville, New York. They are bes...
published: 10 Jun 2008
author: BVMUndergroundHipHop
De La Soul "Buddy"
De La Soul "Buddy"
De La Soul is a Grammy Award-winning hip hop group from Amityville, New York. They are best known for their eclectic sampling and quirky, surreal lyrics, and...- published: 10 Jun 2008
- views: 1646845
- author: BVMUndergroundHipHop
6:49
?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year
Watch the highlights The Webby Awards - http://wbby.co/bestof18
Questlove presents De La ...
published: 20 May 2014
?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year
?uestlove Presents De La Soul with Artist of the Year
Watch the highlights The Webby Awards - http://wbby.co/bestof18 Questlove presents De La Soul as Webby Artist of the Year at the 18th Annual Webby Awards.- published: 20 May 2014
- views: 582
3:51
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I
Track 20 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul....
published: 27 Jul 2009
author: obilinx1
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I
De La Soul - Me, Myself And I
Track 20 from 3 Feet High And Rising. Produced by Prince Paul.- published: 27 Jul 2009
- views: 3024458
- author: obilinx1
55:22
De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)
1. "Intro" -- 0:29 Produced by Def 2 U Contains sample of "Black Patch" performed by The 5...
published: 01 Mar 2014
author: lipperskip
De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)
De La Soul - "Bionix" full album (2001)
1. "Intro" -- 0:29 Produced by Def 2 U Contains sample of "Black Patch" performed by The 5th Dimension 2. "Bionix" -- 2:43 Produced by Supa Dave West Contain...- published: 01 Mar 2014
- views: 15635
- author: lipperskip
3:56
de la soul - all good original
claaaasic....
published: 03 Apr 2010
author: alfarolobos
de la soul - all good original
49:02
FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)
...
published: 07 Sep 2013
author: Dennis Bönisch
FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)
FULL ALBUM] De La Soul The Grind Date [HQ] (Low)
- published: 07 Sep 2013
- views: 43916
- author: Dennis Bönisch
Youtube results:
2:55
De La Soul - Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014
De La Soul perform Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014.
For more exclusive videos and photos fro...
published: 27 Jun 2014
De La Soul - Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014
De La Soul - Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014
De La Soul perform Eye Know at Glastonbury 2014. For more exclusive videos and photos from across Glastonbury 2014, go to the Glastonbury website: http://www.bbc.co.uk/glastonbury- published: 27 Jun 2014
- views: 4249
74:22
De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead (Full Album)
1. Intro (0:01) 2. Oodles of O's (2:14) 3. Talkin' Bout Hey Love (5:45) 4. Pease Porridge ...
published: 05 Dec 2013
author: SeNzIndO
De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead (Full Album)
De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead (Full Album)
1. Intro (0:01) 2. Oodles of O's (2:14) 3. Talkin' Bout Hey Love (5:45) 4. Pease Porridge (8:15) 5.. Skit 1 (13:17) 6. Johnny's Dead a.k.a. Vincent Mason (li...- published: 05 Dec 2013
- views: 34178
- author: SeNzIndO
2:58
De La Soul "Get Away" Feat. The Spirit Of Wu Tang ***OFFICIAL VIDEO***
Purchase "Get Away" here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single...
published: 30 May 2013
author: DeLaSolarSystem
De La Soul "Get Away" Feat. The Spirit Of Wu Tang ***OFFICIAL VIDEO***
De La Soul "Get Away" Feat. The Spirit Of Wu Tang ***OFFICIAL VIDEO***
Purchase "Get Away" here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single/id647860574 Give us your email we'll send you stuff: http://eepurl...- published: 30 May 2013
- views: 335391
- author: DeLaSolarSystem
13:06
De La Soul talks Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Joey Badass, Staying together, Paid Dues
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. Part 2 ...
published: 08 Apr 2013
author: hardknocktv
De La Soul talks Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Joey Badass, Staying together, Paid Dues
De La Soul talks Kendrick Lamar, Drake, Joey Badass, Staying together, Paid Dues
http://www.hardknock.tv Exclusive in-depth interview with De La Soul at Paid Dues. Part 2 starts with De La sharing their thoughts on what has kept them toge...- published: 08 Apr 2013
- views: 23391
- author: hardknocktv
43:41
De La Soul First Serve Live Maida Vale BBC 6 Music 2012
De La Soul and First Serve performing a live session at Maida Vale for Lauren Laverne on B...
published: 14 Mar 2012
author: gsr28647
De La Soul First Serve Live Maida Vale BBC 6 Music 2012
De La Soul First Serve Live Maida Vale BBC 6 Music 2012
De La Soul and First Serve performing a live session at Maida Vale for Lauren Laverne on BBC Radio 6 Music March 2012.- published: 14 Mar 2012
- views: 25720
- author: gsr28647
6:51
De La Soul - Oooh/All Good - Live
Blowing the roof off the place as only they can, De La Soul whip a capacity Button Factory...
published: 03 Apr 2012
author: Jamie Tanner
De La Soul - Oooh/All Good - Live
De La Soul - Oooh/All Good - Live
Blowing the roof off the place as only they can, De La Soul whip a capacity Button Factory crowd into a frenzy with their epic anthems "Ooooh" and "All Good"...- published: 03 Apr 2012
- views: 4254
- author: Jamie Tanner
4:01
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (Live on Letterman) ft. De La Soul
Music video by Gorillaz performing Feel Good Inc (Live On Letterman). © CBS Interactive Mu...
published: 13 Oct 2010
author: Gorillaz
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (Live on Letterman) ft. De La Soul
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (Live on Letterman) ft. De La Soul
Music video by Gorillaz performing Feel Good Inc (Live On Letterman). © CBS Interactive Music Group, a division of CBS Radio, Inc.- published: 13 Oct 2010
- views: 4063780
- author: Gorillaz
3:18
De La Soul - Me, Myself, and I (live Arsenio Hall show 1989)
classic performance on Arsenio Hall -- I like how Maseo brought in the beat from the remix...
published: 03 Apr 2007
author: DeeJayH20
De La Soul - Me, Myself, and I (live Arsenio Hall show 1989)
De La Soul - Me, Myself, and I (live Arsenio Hall show 1989)
classic performance on Arsenio Hall -- I like how Maseo brought in the beat from the remix version at the halfway point.- published: 03 Apr 2007
- views: 586408
- author: DeeJayH20
9:54
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]
De La Soul's Plug1 & Plug2 present First serve : http://soundcloud.com/firstserve/de-la-so...
published: 02 Jul 2012
author: foxysoul94
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring [Live @ La Défense Jazz Festival, Paris 2012-07-01]
De La Soul's Plug1 & Plug2 present First serve : http://soundcloud.com/firstserve/de-la-souls-plug-1-plug-2-1 http://musique.fnac.com/a4074465/De-La-Soul-De-...- published: 02 Jul 2012
- views: 11687
- author: foxysoul94
3:51
De La Soul Tribute Live at VH1 Hip Hop Honors 2008
...
published: 01 Mar 2012
author: Juliano Marques
De La Soul Tribute Live at VH1 Hip Hop Honors 2008
De La Soul Tribute Live at VH1 Hip Hop Honors 2008
- published: 01 Mar 2012
- views: 11020
- author: Juliano Marques
4:25
De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)
De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)...
published: 07 Mar 2012
author: TommyBoyEnt
De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)
De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)
De La Soul - The Bizness (Live)- published: 07 Mar 2012
- views: 225
- author: TommyBoyEnt
7:49
De La Soul - LIVE - Much More / Stakes Is High / The Bizness - London 2013
the legendary De La Soul, LIVE @ Kentish Town Forum (London) 8th May 2013 Much More.... St...
published: 09 May 2013
author: geebo76
De La Soul - LIVE - Much More / Stakes Is High / The Bizness - London 2013
De La Soul - LIVE - Much More / Stakes Is High / The Bizness - London 2013
the legendary De La Soul, LIVE @ Kentish Town Forum (London) 8th May 2013 Much More.... Stakes Is High..... The Bizness great gig - shame about the terrible ...- published: 09 May 2013
- views: 851
- author: geebo76
21:35
De La Soul - Live at the Forum in London (May 2013)
De La Soul performing live in London (The sound system at the event was poor)...
published: 09 May 2013
author: 4ourPillars
De La Soul - Live at the Forum in London (May 2013)
De La Soul - Live at the Forum in London (May 2013)
De La Soul performing live in London (The sound system at the event was poor)- published: 09 May 2013
- views: 305
- author: 4ourPillars
9:41
De La Soul Live At Montreux Jazz Festival 2010
...
published: 06 Sep 2011
author: lukach1990assassin
De La Soul Live At Montreux Jazz Festival 2010
De La Soul Live At Montreux Jazz Festival 2010
- published: 06 Sep 2011
- views: 439
- author: lukach1990assassin
14:55
De La Soul - Live Hip Hop @ BESTIVAL 2012
Film by Paul David Beard pdb@gunghomedia.co.uk Artist - De La Soul Date - 8 Sept 2012 Loca...
published: 11 Sep 2012
author: pdb films
De La Soul - Live Hip Hop @ BESTIVAL 2012
De La Soul - Live Hip Hop @ BESTIVAL 2012
Film by Paul David Beard pdb@gunghomedia.co.uk Artist - De La Soul Date - 8 Sept 2012 Location - Downend, Isle of Wight, UK Event - Bestival 2012 Stage - Mai...- published: 11 Sep 2012
- views: 4346
- author: pdb films
6:55
Suite For Ma Dukes - Stakes Is High feat Posdnuos (De La Soul) and Talib Kweli (Live)
http://www.artdontsleep.com Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 Vtech, Mochilla and ArtDontSleep p...
published: 24 Jan 2013
author: artdontsleep
Suite For Ma Dukes - Stakes Is High feat Posdnuos (De La Soul) and Talib Kweli (Live)
Suite For Ma Dukes - Stakes Is High feat Posdnuos (De La Soul) and Talib Kweli (Live)
http://www.artdontsleep.com Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 Vtech, Mochilla and ArtDontSleep present: Timeless II of IV: Suite For Ma Dukes Harriet and Charles L...- published: 24 Jan 2013
- views: 58322
- author: artdontsleep
Youtube results:
5:00
Damon Albarn and De La Soul, "Feel Good Inc." - Live at The FADER FORT
Watch Damon Albarn perform "Feel Good Inc." with De La Soul live at The FADER FORT Present...
published: 15 Mar 2014
author: The FADER
Damon Albarn and De La Soul, "Feel Good Inc." - Live at The FADER FORT
Damon Albarn and De La Soul, "Feel Good Inc." - Live at The FADER FORT
Watch Damon Albarn perform "Feel Good Inc." with De La Soul live at The FADER FORT Presented by Converse 2014 in Austin, Texas. Video and Audio by XI Media P...- published: 15 Mar 2014
- views: 37631
- author: The FADER
3:29
De La Soul ft. MF Doom - Rock Co.Kane Flow
From the seventh album from hip-hop group De La Soul "The Grind Date" released on October ...
published: 27 Dec 2009
author: prophet16683
De La Soul ft. MF Doom - Rock Co.Kane Flow
De La Soul ft. MF Doom - Rock Co.Kane Flow
From the seventh album from hip-hop group De La Soul "The Grind Date" released on October 5, 2004.- published: 27 Dec 2009
- views: 80760
- author: prophet16683
5:15
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring live 1991
Plus a little bonus at the end. Band is Pop's Cool Love....
published: 10 Jan 2009
author: blightytater
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring live 1991
De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring live 1991
Plus a little bonus at the end. Band is Pop's Cool Love.- published: 10 Jan 2009
- views: 373605
- author: blightytater
3:29
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 1 of 5
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 1 of 5....
published: 13 May 2012
author: illwafer
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 1 of 5
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 1 of 5
yo mtv raps interview de la soul 1993 1 of 5.- published: 13 May 2012
- views: 2111
- author: illwafer
7:02
De La Soul - 3 Feet High Interview
Electronic press kit (including interview) with De La Soul....
published: 30 Jul 2010
author: BronxNigga05
De La Soul - 3 Feet High Interview
De La Soul - 3 Feet High Interview
Electronic press kit (including interview) with De La Soul.- published: 30 Jul 2010
- views: 1373
- author: BronxNigga05
8:43
DLSO.IT, RAPBURGER E SWAG PRESENT: DE LA SOUL INTERVIEW @ ELITA OUVERTURE
Interview w/ Posdnuos from De La Soul. Thanks to elita for making this interview possible....
published: 14 Oct 2013
author: DLSOTUBE
DLSO.IT, RAPBURGER E SWAG PRESENT: DE LA SOUL INTERVIEW @ ELITA OUVERTURE
DLSO.IT, RAPBURGER E SWAG PRESENT: DE LA SOUL INTERVIEW @ ELITA OUVERTURE
Interview w/ Posdnuos from De La Soul. Thanks to elita for making this interview possible.- published: 14 Oct 2013
- views: 619
- author: DLSOTUBE
3:13
De La Soul Interview - Talks Native Tongues Reunion, Murs & Fashawn at Paid Dues 2013
Guerilla Union takes you behind the scenes with De La Soul, at Paid Dues 2013.
Check out ...
published: 05 Jun 2013
De La Soul Interview - Talks Native Tongues Reunion, Murs & Fashawn at Paid Dues 2013
De La Soul Interview - Talks Native Tongues Reunion, Murs & Fashawn at Paid Dues 2013
Guerilla Union takes you behind the scenes with De La Soul, at Paid Dues 2013. Check out more Paid Dues coverage: http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=guerillaunion PAID DUES FESTIVAL 2013 Saturday, March 30, 2013 San Manuel Amphitheater San Bernardino, CA http://www.paidduesfestival.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/paidduesfestival Twitter: www.twitter.com/paid_dues Myspace: new.myspace.com/paidduesfestival YouTube: www.youtube.com/guerillaunion Tumblr: www.guerillaunion.tumblr.com Instagram: www.instagram.com/guerillaunion Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/guerillaunion #PaidDues- published: 05 Jun 2013
- views: 1870
9:01
De La Soul (Posdnuos) - wywiad / interview (Hip Hop Kemp 2013, Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/hip_hop_kemp
Występ De La Soul to bez wątpienia jeden z najlepszy...
published: 17 Nov 2013
De La Soul (Posdnuos) - wywiad / interview (Hip Hop Kemp 2013, Popkiller.pl)
De La Soul (Posdnuos) - wywiad / interview (Hip Hop Kemp 2013, Popkiller.pl)
http://www.popkiller.pl/hip_hop_kemp Występ De La Soul to bez wątpienia jeden z najlepszych momentów Hip Hop Kempu 2013. Potężna porcja pozytywnych wibracji i hit za hitem, co sprawiło, że publika ani na chwilę nie mogła odsapnąć. Panowie z De La to kawał historii, ikony i zarazem jedni z tych weteranów, którzy opracowali tajemną metodę na długowieczność i na to, jak zrobić esencjonalny, a zarazem nasycony świeżością klasyk i w roku 1989 i 2004. A także jedna z najbarwniejszych i najbardziej cenionych formacji, które kiedykolwiek chwyciła za mikrofony. Nam jako jedynym udało dorwać się ich na Kempie na wywiad - początkowo słyszeliśmy, że nie udzielają żadnych, ale w końcu po kilku kolejnych próbach udało się a dodatkowe szczęście mieliśmy takie, że wprawdzie wyszedł do nas jeden trójki Plugów, ale ten uważany za nieformalnego frontmana i najbardziej rozpoznawalny - zapraszamy na rozmowę z Posdnuosem z De La Soul! Informację o polskim koncercie mogliśmy znaleźć w kalendarzu dołączonym do "Grind Date" - jak Pos wspomina ostatnią wizytę w naszym kraju? Czy ciężko było im wyjść do ludzi z tak luźnym i pozytywnym debiutem w końcówce lat 80-tych? 10 lat temu De La Soul zapowiedzieli trzy części "Art Official Intelligence", a do tej pory otrzymaliśmy dwie - czy można spodziewać się trzeciej? Na pierwszych albumach Prince Paul wspominany był jako "Plug 4", czwarty członek De La - czy wciąż utrzymują z nim kontakt? Jak doszło do wydania płyty z Nike w 2009? Czy wciąż otrzymują telefony podobne do tych z "Ring, Ring"? Jak wspominają współpracę z Gorillaz przy "Feel Good Inc."? Jak odebrali umieszczenie "Oodles of O's" w Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 4? Który z wydanych przez lata albumów Pos uważa za najbardziej wyjątkowy? O wszystkim poniżej. Rozmawiał: Mateusz Natali Tłumaczenie: Damian Noga Zdjęcia: Jacek Kowalczyk Montaż: Bartek Kowalski- published: 17 Nov 2013
- views: 2028
9:33
Have You Ever - De La Soul - Maseo - ( Interview )
De La Soul - Maseo Interview- Have you ever..
I met Maseo at the Hoxton Hotel 2012 and as...
published: 21 Oct 2012
Have You Ever - De La Soul - Maseo - ( Interview )
Have You Ever - De La Soul - Maseo - ( Interview )
De La Soul - Maseo Interview- Have you ever.. I met Maseo at the Hoxton Hotel 2012 and asked him to play a round of "Have You Ever" with me. More coming soon: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cherelle-Chambers/116689908403329 http://cherellechambers.co.uk/ http://twitter.com/cherellecc- published: 21 Oct 2012
- views: 703
2:26
DE LA SOUL STAKES IS HIGH INTERVIEW | OKAYPLAYER TV
http://www.okayplayer.com | http://twitter.com/okayplayer De La Soul's performance at Root...
published: 25 Jun 2012
author: okayplayer
DE LA SOUL STAKES IS HIGH INTERVIEW | OKAYPLAYER TV
DE LA SOUL STAKES IS HIGH INTERVIEW | OKAYPLAYER TV
http://www.okayplayer.com | http://twitter.com/okayplayer De La Soul's performance at Roots Picnic 2012 was definitely one of the highest, brightest highligh...- published: 25 Jun 2012
- views: 6227
- author: okayplayer
8:39
De La Soul - whereitsat.tv interview by Derren Lawson
Insightful 2001 interview with De La Soul, the American hip hop trio best known for their ...
published: 06 Aug 2011
author: whereitsattv
De La Soul - whereitsat.tv interview by Derren Lawson
De La Soul - whereitsat.tv interview by Derren Lawson
Insightful 2001 interview with De La Soul, the American hip hop trio best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the ev...- published: 06 Aug 2011
- views: 1427
- author: whereitsattv
1:41
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)...
published: 28 Jul 2012
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)
Heady D - Interview with De La Soul @ MTV Jams 1995 (HQ)- published: 28 Jul 2012
- views: 310
1:29
A3C 2012 Posdnuos of De La Soul Interview with wwliradio
Posdnuos of the Legendary De La Soul graced wwliradio.com at A3C 2012 Atlanta
He let us k...
published: 15 Oct 2012
A3C 2012 Posdnuos of De La Soul Interview with wwliradio
A3C 2012 Posdnuos of De La Soul Interview with wwliradio
Posdnuos of the Legendary De La Soul graced wwliradio.com at A3C 2012 Atlanta He let us know that there are Two De La Soul Projects Coming Follow Pos on Twitter @PlugWonDeLaSoul https://twitter.com/PlugWonDeLaSoul Check out De La Soul's Tumblr http://wearedelasoul.tumblr.com/ Follow De La Soul on Twitter @WeAreDeLaSoul https://twitter.com/WeAreDeLaSoul Check Out First Serve http://www.wearefirstserve.com/#preorder- published: 15 Oct 2012
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De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 Present First Serve Interview
Virtual Festivals go backstage at Maida Vale with BBC Radio 6 Music's 10th birthday celebr...
published: 20 Mar 2012
author: Virtual Festivals
De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 Present First Serve Interview
De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 Present First Serve Interview
Virtual Festivals go backstage at Maida Vale with BBC Radio 6 Music's 10th birthday celebration to interview De La Soul's Plug 1 & Plug 2 present First Serve.- published: 20 Mar 2012
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De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)
DJ Mason interviews De La Soul
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published: 13 Oct 2011
De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)
De La Soul - Interview with Vice Radio [2011] (Scion AV)
DJ Mason interviews De La Soul -------- Subscribe to Scion AV for more exclusive videos from your favorite artists! - http://awe.sm/bFiIN Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/scionav Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/scionav Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/scionav http://www.scionav.com ____________________ Formed in 1987 and hailing from Long Island, NY, De La Soul consists of members Posdnuos, Trugoy, and Maseo. They are best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the evolution of jazz rap and alternative hip hop subgenres. Their debut album 3 Feet High and Rising has been called a hip hop masterpiece and is the groups biggest commercial success to date. In 2006, De La Soul won a Grammy for their collaboration with the Gorrilaz on the single "Feel Good Inc." - See more at: http://www.scionav.com/index#!artist/258- published: 13 Oct 2011
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An Interview with Darryn de la Soul - Part 3
Darryn describes the ethos behind Soulsound, gives us her take on her fellow Soulsound tut...
published: 08 May 2014
author: Soulsound
An Interview with Darryn de la Soul - Part 3
An Interview with Darryn de la Soul - Part 3
Darryn describes the ethos behind Soulsound, gives us her take on her fellow Soulsound tutors and how Soulsound will help improve your employability.- published: 08 May 2014
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De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 with quick interview
De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 doing Me, Myself, and I (with China and Jet) & Downtown Julie ...
published: 10 Nov 2012
author: capeshokusa
De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 with quick interview
De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 with quick interview
De La Soul on Club MTV 1987 doing Me, Myself, and I (with China and Jet) & Downtown Julie Brown.- published: 10 Nov 2012
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DJ Maseo of De La Soul 2013 A3C Interview with wwliradio
The Legendary DJ Maseo of De La Soul chops it up with wwliradio at A3C 2013.
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published: 07 Oct 2013
DJ Maseo of De La Soul 2013 A3C Interview with wwliradio
DJ Maseo of De La Soul 2013 A3C Interview with wwliradio
The Legendary DJ Maseo of De La Soul chops it up with wwliradio at A3C 2013. Follow Maseo on Twitter https://twitter.com/DeLaSoulsDugout Like Maseo on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/DJMaseo View New De La Soul-Get Away Video http://youtu.be/ZorwKAwqPnE Support on Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/get-away-spirit-wu-tang-single/id647860574 Go To http://www.wearedelasoul.com/ Follow De La Soul on Twitter https://twitter.com/WeAreDeLaSoul- published: 07 Oct 2013
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Fela Kuti Vs. De La Soul - Fela Soul (2011) [Full Album]
"What do you get when you put together afrobeat legend Fela Kuti and rap pioneers De La So...
published: 21 Mar 2013
author: 0Ld1rtylVlu5t4rd
Fela Kuti Vs. De La Soul - Fela Soul (2011) [Full Album]
Fela Kuti Vs. De La Soul - Fela Soul (2011) [Full Album]
"What do you get when you put together afrobeat legend Fela Kuti and rap pioneers De La Soul? You get Fela Soul; musical tapestry created by Amerigo Gazaway....- published: 21 Mar 2013
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- author: 0Ld1rtylVlu5t4rd
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De La Soul Is Dead-- De La Soul-- (Full Album)
Intro- 00:00 Oodles of O's- 2:14 Talkin' Bout Hey Love-5:46 Pease Porridge- 8:13 Skit 1- 1...
published: 20 Feb 2014
De La Soul Is Dead-- De La Soul-- (Full Album)
De La Soul Is Dead-- De La Soul-- (Full Album)
Intro- 00:00 Oodles of O's- 2:14 Talkin' Bout Hey Love-5:46 Pease Porridge- 8:13 Skit 1- 13:14 Johnny's Dead AKA Vincent Mason (Live from the BK Lounge)- 13:...- published: 20 Feb 2014
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- author: BrwrKoteLounge StreetLevelLikeAsphalt
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De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]
De La Soul x J Dilla mixtape - "Smell The Da.I.S.Y." Tracklist: 1 • Let The King Ascend 2 ...
published: 26 Mar 2014
author: Seismicc Excursionn
De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]
De La Soul & J Dilla | Smell The Da.I.S.Y. [HD] [MIXTAPE]
De La Soul x J Dilla mixtape - "Smell The Da.I.S.Y." Tracklist: 1 • Let The King Ascend 2 • Who featuring Redman 3 • Dilla Plugged In 4 • Goes With The Word ...- published: 26 Mar 2014
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- author: Seismicc Excursionn
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De La Soul - The Grind Date 2004 Full Album 720HD
Track Listing 1. Much More 2. The Grind Date 3. Shopping Bags (She Got from You) 4. No 5. ...
published: 06 Mar 2014
author: DaShykom
De La Soul - The Grind Date 2004 Full Album 720HD
De La Soul - The Grind Date 2004 Full Album 720HD
Track Listing 1. Much More 2. The Grind Date 3. Shopping Bags (She Got from You) 4. No 5. Church 6. It's Like That 7. Rock Co. Cane Flow 8. He Comes 9. Verba...- published: 06 Mar 2014
- views: 5701
- author: DaShykom
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De La Soul - no Rio de Janeiro!
De La Soul - Circo Voador 27 / 07 / 2014 - Rio de Janeiro - Brasil....
published: 28 Jul 2014
author: djmarcelinhomg
De La Soul - no Rio de Janeiro!
De La Soul - no Rio de Janeiro!
De La Soul - Circo Voador 27 / 07 / 2014 - Rio de Janeiro - Brasil.- published: 28 Jul 2014
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- author: djmarcelinhomg
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Loquendo (En Busca de La Soul Edge #2)
Modo Historia... Final De La Segunda Temporada... Like&Comenten;%Suscribanse......
published: 19 Apr 2014
author: Daniel SLost
Loquendo (En Busca de La Soul Edge #2)
Loquendo (En Busca de La Soul Edge #2)
Modo Historia... Final De La Segunda Temporada... Like&Comenten;%Suscribanse...- published: 19 Apr 2014
- views: 194369
- author: Daniel SLost
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Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'influence Du Sud
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published: 22 Mar 2013
author: djemouls thesoulparanos
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'influence Du Sud
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'influence Du Sud
- published: 22 Mar 2013
- views: 353
- author: djemouls thesoulparanos
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Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'explosion Du Hip Hop
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published: 21 Mar 2013
author: djemouls thesoulparanos
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'explosion Du Hip Hop
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - L'explosion Du Hip Hop
- published: 21 Mar 2013
- views: 5091
- author: djemouls thesoulparanos
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Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Le Son De La Motown
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published: 19 Mar 2013
author: djemouls thesoulparanos
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Le Son De La Motown
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Le Son De La Motown
- published: 19 Mar 2013
- views: 12574
- author: djemouls thesoulparanos
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De La Soul em São Paulo - dia: 25/07/2014
Realizado pela chocolate na @AudioClub na Barra Funda....
published: 30 Jul 2014
author: Celso Murilo Santana Passos
De La Soul em São Paulo - dia: 25/07/2014
De La Soul em São Paulo - dia: 25/07/2014
Realizado pela chocolate na @AudioClub na Barra Funda.- published: 30 Jul 2014
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- author: Celso Murilo Santana Passos
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Jazzfestival Montreux 2010 De La Soul & Rhythm All Stars
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published: 16 Jan 2014
author: Роман Гуменюк
Jazzfestival Montreux 2010 De La Soul & Rhythm All Stars
Jazzfestival Montreux 2010 De La Soul & Rhythm All Stars
- published: 16 Jan 2014
- views: 666
- author: Роман Гуменюк
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Vanguard Music Festival - De La Soul, MF Doom & Wu Tang Clan
De La Soul, MF Doom and Wu Tang Clan performing at Vanguard Music Festival in Copenhagen, ...
published: 17 Aug 2013
author: Black Star Productions
Vanguard Music Festival - De La Soul, MF Doom & Wu Tang Clan
Vanguard Music Festival - De La Soul, MF Doom & Wu Tang Clan
De La Soul, MF Doom and Wu Tang Clan performing at Vanguard Music Festival in Copenhagen, Denmark August 3 2013.- published: 17 Aug 2013
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- author: Black Star Productions
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Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Il Etait Une Fois Le Funk
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published: 19 Mar 2013
author: djemouls thesoulparanos
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Il Etait Une Fois Le Funk
Reportage Au Coeur De La Soul - Il Etait Une Fois Le Funk
- published: 19 Mar 2013
- views: 669
- author: djemouls thesoulparanos
photo: AP / Luca Bruno
02 Sep 2014
Ahora, un nuevo escándalo sacude a las celebrities de Hollywood, tras la publicación de fotos íntimas de Jennifer Lawrence, Kirsten Dunst o Kate Upton ... El material, que no deja espacio para la imaginación, va especialmente contra la actriz Jennifer Lawrence, protagonista de la saga Los juegos del hambre y premiada con un Oscar por su trabajo en El lado bueno de las cosas, en 2012....(size: 3.1Kb)
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04 Sep 2014
Biden vowed to hunt down and defeat the IS group, while stepping up efforts to recruit an international coalition to join in the fight ... Meanwhile in the US, Sotloff's family paid tribute for the first time since his death to the 31-year-old reporter, remembering a gentle soul with a fondness for junk food and golf who was fiercely committed to giving "a voice to those who had none" ... "He was no war junkie ... ....(size: 4.0Kb)
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03 Sep 2014
Groups will join Clean Bandit and Rudimental on the Atlantis Beach stage on October 10 ....(size: 0.1Kb)
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National Public Radio
03 Sep 2014
We were on tour with A Tribe Called Quest and De La Soul, I mean, as, you know, 18, 19-year-olds, so I watched the show, like I was a fan in the crowd like ... And there were things going on at the time — like De La Soul played us The Roots and I had never heard them before....(size: 72.5Kb)
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London Evening Standard
01 Sep 2014
He was speaking at The Big Feastival, the music and food festival he set up with Alex James that took place over the weekend at the Blur star’s farm in Oxfordshire, with performances from Jamie Cullum, Laura Mvula, Fatboy Slim and De La Soul. Father-of-four ... The star chef added ... ....(size: 1.3Kb)
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Fresno Bee
31 Aug 2014
LOS ANGELES — Thousands flocked to downtown Los Angeles' inaugural outdoor music festival Saturday despite concerns from residents about possible security and traffic issues ... The event marks the West Coast expansion of the two-day festival that rap mogul Jay Z launched in Philadelphia in 2012 ... Other featured acts include Pharrell Williams, De La Soul, The National, Tiesto and Kings of Leon ... ....(size: 2.3Kb)
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Detroit Free Press
30 Aug 2014
LOS ANGELES — Downtown Los Angeles is ready for its inaugural outdoor music festival Saturday despite concerns from residents about possible security and traffic issues. The Budweiser Made in America concert in Grand Park marks the West Coast expansion of the two-day festival that rap mogul Jay Z launched in Philadelphia in 2012 ... Other featured acts include Pharrell Williams, De La Soul, The National, Tiesto and Kings of Leon....(size: 2.1Kb)
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The Examiner
29 Aug 2014
For those who don't know me, I group in the hip-hop era of A Tribe Called Quest, Gang Starr, Pharcyde and De La Soul. The smoothed out sound of east coast rap carried me through my childhood, teenage years, and even today it's what elevates me each and every day ... ....(size: 1.4Kb)
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Philadelphia Daily News
29 Aug 2014
also will be awash in hip-hop, angsty rock (of several stripes) and a little bit of retro- and pop-propped soul ... * Chromeo - Bubblicious soul pop from Dave 1 and P-Thugg comes off like a remade/remodeled Hall and Oates. * De La Soul - First of the blunt talking (and smoking) alt-rap stars, these hippy-hop pioneers have been off the grid so long even they might not remember when they were trendsetters....(size: 9.3Kb)
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Ariana Grande, Nicki Minaj and Jessie J Show Off Sexy Dance Moves In ‘Bang Bang’ Music Video (WATCH)
Entertainment Wise26 Aug 2014
'Bang Bang' is the first collaboration for Ariana, Nicki and Jessie J (YouTube) ... It’s a great start for Jessie J who has released it as the lead single from her upcoming album ‘Sweet Talker,’ which is set for release on October 10 and will feature collaborations with 2 Chainz and De La Soul ... Tags ....(size: 1.6Kb)
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Music News
25 Aug 2014
Mamas Gun are a five-piece band who blend Motown, soul, funk and rock influences to stunning effect. Having released two critically acclaimed albums, toured with the likes of De La Soul, Raphael Saadiq and Beverley Knight, and played to tens of thousands of fans worldwide, their third offering, 'Cheap Hotel' is a landmark release that will surely take Mamas Gun to a whole new level....(size: 6.3Kb)
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The Miami Herald
22 Aug 2014
Jess Row’s provocative new novel arrives at a time when the talk we once heard about a post-racial America has sputtered (google “Ferguson, Missouri” if you’re unsure why). Race is the impossible subject, the incendiary issue that conquers and divides ... The man, who is black, greets him. “Kelly,” he says. “It’s Martin.” ... “I get De La Soul. Everybody loves De La Soul ... ....(size: 5.5Kb)
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22 Aug 2014
International pop-diva, Jessie J, will release her third studio album 'Sweet Talker' on the 13th October through LAVA/Republic Records. In recent weeks, Jessie has catapulted straight up the charts both in the US and the UK hitting #3 in the US Billboard chart and #1 in the US iTunes chart with the collaborative super-sonic pop-smash, 'Bang Bang' with Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj ... Album Track listing. ... De La Soul....(size: 2.0Kb)
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21 Aug 2014
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20 Aug 2014
3.35 AM ET. YouTube ... Available in October, 1989 will include "Shake It Off," the song whose video she also premiered during the event. Swift's choice of settings revealed a lot ... She also said that this will be her most "sonically cohesive" set of songs, inspired by the happily ambitious pop sounds of her birth year, when Madonna, De La Soul, Janet Jackson, Bobby Brown, Roxette and Debbie Gibson all had highly danceable hits ... Comment ... ....(size: 6.8Kb)
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De La Soul is an American hip hop trio formed in 1987 on Long Island, New York. The band is best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the evolution of the jazz rap and alternative hip hop subgenres. The members are Kelvin Mercer, David Jude Jolicoeur and Vincent Mason, known under a variety of nicknames. The three formed the group in high school and caught the attention of producer Prince Paul with a demo tape of the song "Plug Tunin'".
With its playful wordplay, innovative sampling, and witty skits, the band's debut album, 3 Feet High and Rising, is considered a hip hop masterpiece. It is the band's biggest commercial success to date, with their subsequent albums selling progressively less, despite receiving high praise from critics. A measure of 3 Feet High and Rising's cross-over appeal was the fact that it was voted Album of the Year by NME, a title better known for its taste in guitar-based music. De La Soul have influenced numerous other hip hop artists such as Camp Lo, The Black Eyed Peas, and Digable Planets.[citation needed] They were influential in the early stages of rapper/actor Mos Def's career, and are a core part of the Spitkicker collective. They are the second longest standing Native Tongues Posse group, after the Jungle Brothers.
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- Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
- Plug Tunin' (Last Chance To Comprehend) - De La Soul
- Cool Breeze On The Rocks - De La Soul
- You Got It - De La Soul
- What The Fuck #1 - De La Soul
- WRMS: Cat's in Control - De La Soul
- WRMS' Dedication to the Bitty - De La Soul
- Watch Out - De La Soul
- Who Do U Worship? - De La Soul
- Words From the Chief Rocker - De La Soul
- Verbal Clap - De La Soul
- Voodoo Circus - De La Soul
- U Can Do - De La Soul
- This Is A Recording For Living In A Fulltime Era (L.i.f.e.) - De La Soul
- The Sauce - De La Soul
- The Magic Number - De La Soul
- The Corner - De La Soul
- The Dawn Brings Smoke - De La Soul
- Stone Age - De La Soul
- Special - De La Soul
- So good - De La Soul
- Simply - De La Soul
- Say No Go - De La Soul
- Sh. Fe. Mc's - De La Soul
- Respect - De La Soul
- Relax - De La Soul
- Plug Tunin - De La Soul
- Peer Pressure - De La Soul
- Pawn Star - De La Soul
- Live @ The Dugout 87 - De La Soul
- No. - De La Soul
- Much More - De La Soul
- Just Havin A Ball - De La Soul
- Johnny's Dead Aka Vincent Mason (Live From The Bk Lounge) - De La Soul
- Jenifa - De La Soul
- Intro - De La Soul
- Hsubakcits - De La Soul
- Held Down - De La Soul
- Go Out And Get It - De La Soul
- Ego Trippin (Part Three) - De La Soul
- Dreams Of The Funky Towel - De La Soul
- Devin The Dude - De La Soul
- Copa - De La Soul
- Days of Our Lives - De La Soul
- Come On, Yeah - De La Soul
- Come On Down - De La Soul
- Church - De La Soul
- Chanel No. Fever - De La Soul
- Beef - De La Soul
- Am I Worth You? - De La Soul
- Afro Connections At A Hi 5 - De La Soul
- Bionix - De La Soul
- Afro Connections At A Hi 5 (In The Eyes Of The Hoodlum) - De La Soul
- 360 Degrees (Oh Yeah?) - De La Soul
- 360° - De La Soul
- Wonce Again Long Island - De La Soul
- The Bizness - De La Soul
- Pony Ride - De La Soul
- Stakes is High - De La Soul
- Long Island Degrees - De La Soul
- Intro - Stakes is High - De La Soul
- Brakes - De La Soul
- Big Brother Beat - De La Soul
- Betta Listen - De La Soul
- 4 More - De La Soul
- Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) - De La Soul
- Pease Porridge - De La Soul
- Oodles Of O's - De La Soul
- My Brother's a Basehead - De La Soul
- Keepin the Faith - De La Soul
- Johnny's Dead AKA Vincent Mason (Live From the BK - De La Soul
- Afro Connections at a Hi 5 (in the eyes of the hoo - De La Soul
- A Roller Skating Jam Named "Saturdays" - De La Soul
- Patti Dooke - De La Soul
- In The Woods - De La Soul
- Long Island Wildin' - De La Soul
- I Be Blowin' - De La Soul
- I Am I Be - De La Soul
- Ego Trippin' (Part Two) - De La Soul
- Dave Has a Problem... Seriously - De La Soul
- Breakadawn - De La Soul
- Area - De La Soul
- Pharoahe Monch - De La Soul
- View - De La Soul
- With Me - De La Soul
- Weed #3 - Black Thought - De La Soul
- U Can Do (Life) - De La Soul
- Squat! - De La Soul
- Thru Ya City - De La Soul
- The Art of Getting Jumped - De La Soul
- Weed #2 - Phife Dawg - De La Soul
- Oooh! - De La Soul
- U Don't Wanna B.D.S. - De La Soul
- All Good - De La Soul
- My Writes - De La Soul
- Copa (Cabanga) - De La Soul
- Tread Water - De La Soul
- I.C. Y'all - De La Soul
- Foolin' - De La Soul
- Declaration - De La Soul
- Plug Tunin' (Original 12"Version) - De La Soul
- I Can Do Anything (Delacratic) - De La Soul
- Eye Know - De La Soul
- Me, Myself And I - De La Soul
- Jenifa Taught Me (Derwin's Revenge) - De La Soul
- Ghetto Thang - De La Soul
- Do As De La Does - De La Soul
- De La Orgee - De La Soul
- Buddy - De La Soul
- A Little Bit Of Soap - De La Soul
- Can U Keep A Secret? - De La Soul
- The Grind Date - De La Soul
- Potholes In My Lawn - De La Soul
- Strickly Dan Stuckie - De La Soul
- Paul's Revenge - De La Soul
- Itzsoweezee - De La Soul
- It's Like That - De La Soul
- Ain't Hip To Be Labelled A Hippie - De La Soul
- 360 (Oh Yeah) - De La Soul
- Intro (Da La Soal Is Dead) - De La Soul
- Ego Trippin' - De La Soul
- D.A.I.S.Y. AGE - De La Soul
- Buddy (Remix) - De La Soul
- Baby Phat - De La Soul
- Simply Havin - De La Soul
- Stickabush - De La Soul
- Trying People - De La Soul
- Transmitting Live From Mars - De La Soul
- The Future - De La Soul
- Talkin' Bout Hey Love - De La Soul
- Supa Emcees - De La Soul
- Sunshine - De La Soul
- Shwingalokate - De La Soul
- Pass the Plugs - De La Soul
- Me, Myself & I - De La Soul
- Dinninnit - De La Soul
- Change In Speak - De La Soul
- Brainwashed Follower - De La Soul
- Baby Baby Baby Baby Ooh Baby - De La Soul
- Description - De La Soul
- Take It Off - De La Soul
- Skit #2 - De La Soul
- U Don't Wanna B. D. S. - De La Soul
- What We Do (For Love) - De La Soul
- What's More - De La Soul
- Shopping Bags (She Got From You) - De La Soul
- The Mack Daddy On The Left - De La Soul
- Fanatic of the B Word - De La Soul
- En Focus - De La Soul
- This Is A Recording For Living In A Fulltime Era ( - De La Soul
- Not Over Till the Fat Lady Plays the Demo - De La Soul
- Kicked Out the House - De La Soul
- I Can't Call It - De La Soul
- Set the Mood - De La Soul
- Bitties in the BK Lounge - De La Soul
- Rock Co. Cane Flow - De La Soul
- Fallin' - De La Soul
- Stakes Is High (remix) - De La Soul
- Rap De Rap Show - De La Soul
- Jenifa Taught Me - De La Soul
- This Is A Recording 4 Living In A Fulltime Era (l.i.f.e.) - De La Soul
- Down Syndrome - De La Soul
- Get Away - De La Soul
- 3 Days Later - De La Soul
- Dog Eat Dog - De La Soul
- Stix & Stonz - De La Soul
- De La Soul - De La Soul
- He Comes - De La Soul
- Let, Let Me In - De La Soul
- Ring Ring Ring - De La Soul
- Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa - De La Soul
- Eye Patch - De La Soul
(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?)
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)
-- Welcome to the second installment..
Y'all know my name so we ain't gotta get into alla that
Y'all know the deal
This is AOI part two, and we call this one "Bionix" (Bionix)
And as y'all always know, we gon' hit y'all with that De La shit
Yeah.. yeah..
Uh (better) yea (better, stronger)
Yea (better, stronger, faster)
Yea..
[Dave]
Ladies and gentlemen, we in the trench again
Makin it relevant, just for the hell of it
I'm introducin it, throw a little juice in it
Got on that old bullshit to get you used to it
It's been a minute now, only a minute now
A little re-evaluatin, hope you feel me now
I'm on some new me, focused on the new tree
Tryin to shake the money off the limbs so I can do me
I blame the fans for it, I heard demands for it
Went to Somalia, they holdin out they hands for it
Went to the hood, these niggaz tried to trace a dance for it
Dancefloor it after Mase brings you out of the break
-- Before we go any further we wanna send a special thanks
To all those folks out there that been supportin De La since '89
Now that's a long time
Overseas, city to city, state to state
Yeah, we gon' keep bringin it live to you..
[Pos]
Unlike these underground MC's who rock for heads
We include the throat chest arms and legs
No need to spit in the cypher to show you I'm a lifer for rap
I cultivate moves larger than that
And I don't ball too much, ya dig
I gotta ball and chain at my crib who want my ass home
My heart-BEAT N.Y.C. metronome
But can't adapt to where I'm at
And even though I sing it sick 'til I'm blue, I'm not a crip
So unlike non-GANG members I won't C-walk to look hip
But if I had to join a gang I think I'd join GangStarr
Me, Guru and Primo with them beats for the car
that bounce trampoline style, revamp the deen child
Hot and mild and I hustle rap the same
Cuff a little shit, due to muscle fat, I gain
We them God type dishin the grunge to make you love
-- Yeah kids
Just a little taste how we gon' get things started in a minute
Sit back, get your headphones straight
Whether you're ridin in a Escalade or a Pinto son, turn that shit up
Oh remember AOI part three comin soon, on some DJ shit
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
Come on, yeah
Yo I'm from L I fella, vison had you tune into my figgida
Microphone is mobile
Holding mic's is slow while I be just day dreaming
Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to
fronts
Who wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk,
baby
I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby
Hang like parachutes, I've been floating for years
Went from rapping in cars to rapping careers
One beer, two beers, I got the gift like Santa
I go from NY to DC, and down to Atlanta
Make you fly like propellor, we be down in the cellor
What I guess you call the basement, cause thats where all
the bass went
When we turn it up a notch, old school like Ed Kotch
Toss my foot up in the air and grab my crotch
Who am I? Michael, keep the music on a cycle
So we can finish up and flow in your fro (?)
Word out
This is called frozen style
Shatter your teeth style
Freeze like artic style y'all
Come on
Check it out
I'm the P to the O to the S
Known to pinpoint the flow to the chest
So wear your vest, wiggle your thighs and your breast on
Vanessa
Had to sneak it cause my minds(?) kept me under pressure
As the Sun appears to rise and set
Some cats live for the hood cause it's as good as it gets
But my plot is much thicker, I move it much quicker
Three-hundred and sixty mile to the P H
So I'm balanced, not a fella to fall
Connecting the dots, I got two propellors in all
Went from ghetto to the metal
Seen all degrees of hot, and froze when I was not
Like lot, my lady threw salt in the game
Invested cheese in the mouse who sent pork into fame
Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life
It's too late to get of, to get off
We in the house y'all, we in the house y'all
We about to get evicted, there ain't no lights or liquid
The bills ain't paid and last week we had a raid
Cause we partied too much cause that's my family's trade
Envited all of my folks, and yo all my folks stayed
They tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the
fade
Side back to charge a dollar, hadn't got paid
And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard
played
[talking in backround]
Keeping funny with the Propellerheads y'all
Now listen
I'm here to usher the pain with no relief
But still get the 'Great Scott, are you a thief?'
'Seems like you got a mouth full of gold..' records
Sorry for that, platinum plat soon to come
Till then propellor got me working the drum
For a three(?) to notify the five O for the fumble
I hear you want to rumble on the mic, so check it out
How you want it, I got it - Oh Yeah
Come on, yeah
Yo I’m from l I fella, vison had you tune into my figgida
(? )
Microphone is mobile
Holding mic’s is so while I be just day dreaming
Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to
Fronts
Who wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk,
Baby
I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby
Hang like parachutes, I’ve been floating for years
Went from rapping in cars to rapping careers
One beer, two beers, I got the gift like santa
I go from ny to dc, and down to atlanta
Make you fly like propellor, we be down in the cellor
What I guess you call the basement, cause thats where all
The bass went
When we turn it up a notch, old school like ed kotch
Toss my foot up in the air and grab my crotch
Who am i? michael, keep the music on a cycle
So we can finish up the flow within your fro
Word out
This is called frozen style
Shatter your teeth style
Freeze like artic style y’all
Come on
Check it out
I’m the p to the o to the s
Known to pinpoint the flow to the chest
So wear your vest, nibble the thighs and breast on
Vanessa
Had to sneak it cause her moms kept me under pressure
As the sun appears to rise and set
Some cats live for the hood cause it’s as good as it gets
But my plot is much thicker, I move it much quicker
Three-hundred and sixty mile to the p h
So I’m balanced, not a fella to fall
Connecting the dots, I got two propellors in awe
Went from ghetto to the meadow
Seen all degrees of hot, and froze when I was not
Like lot, my lady threw salt in the game
Invested cheese in the mouse who sent pork into fame
Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life
It’s too late to get of, to get off
We in the house y’all, we in the house y’all
We about to get evicted, there ain’t no lights or liquid
The bills ain’t paid and last week we had a raid
Cause we partied too much but that’s my family’s trade
Invited all of my folks, and yo all my folks stayed
They tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the
Fade
Sat back to charge a dollar, hadn’t got paid
And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard
Played
(talking in backround)
Keeping funky with the propellerheads y’all
Now listen
You see, I’m here to usher the pain with no relief
But still get the "great scotts, are you a thief? "
"seems like you got a mouth full of gold.." records
Sorry for that, platinum plaque soon to come
Till then propellor got me working the drum
For a fee so notifi the foe looking for the fumble
I hear you want to rumble on the mic, so check it out
How you want it, I got it -- oh yeah?
Wonce again, my friends, Long Island
Long Island, Long Island
Long Island, wonce again Long Island
Long Island, Long Island
Wonce again, wonce again Long Island
What the hell do you wanna be when you grow up?
I wanna be a supa emcee
Well you're already that, so let me step up to bat
Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits
Out of the Heavens, August 1, 7, 69
Born I, wonder why with the thoughts to rhyme
'Til there was no longer thoughts to dream
When an unpolished demo led to limos at the age of eighteen
Accompanied by the screams, Plug One
Shot up with fame like Novacaine, it made me numb
So numb I wouldn't been able to feel
Niggaz diggin' in my pockets for my currency reels
But still I make girls' brown eyes blue at will
Until my ass was no longer mass appeal
Oh shit, I guess that was all the fame I was alloted
Wait a minute, new video, like a leopard, I'm spotted
Up in a night club chillin' with Kamaal an' Phife
I be that farmer cultivatin', ownin' acres of mics
An' I likes to make it known Strong Island stylin'
For a while, so do that dance
Are you rockin' the spot? Yes, I be
Showin' others they do not? Yes, I be
Havin' then towed from the lot? Yes, I be
That's my job as a supa emcee, I'm from Long Isle
Mobile, make it worth your while
If the jam needs motion, I'm the one to dial
Goin' beyond ninety watts? Yes, I be
Well are you rockin' it? Yes, yes, I be rockin' it
I can stress the makin' of loot to feed the fam
While the voices impersonate the true who I am
Buzzin' in my ear, oh, you one of those wannabes
Always buzzin' in my ear you down with supa emcees
Steppin' to me with your pleas that you gots, butter rhymes
Man, the only thing butter 'bout you is your spine
Mad yellow, you can't rock the Mardi Gras, my mellow
'Cause my stealth show more than knowledge of self
I got knowledge of you, to know you a whack em-crew
You mean whack emcee, nah, a whack em-crew
See you a crew of whack niggaz
You should have never tried to test
These words that I, man, with the I to fest
While you sayin' one thing, really meanin' the next
You're just a contra-dick, your mind's been tampered with
Like some holy books, but looks to the sky
'Cause wonder Why's here to save the day
Are you rockin' the spot? Yes, I be
Showin' others they do not? Yes, I be
Havin' them towed from the lot? Yes, I be
'Cause ultimately, I'm lettin' all MCs know
That what's the name of this crew?
De La, De La
Well alright an' what be the dish we servin'?
We servin' posda, Posdanos help the next get loose
Like an alcohol scenario, rap be on the rocks
Authenticity's that missin' fee to pay to join the flock of MC
These niggaz stand lower than knees
Dramatized in they eyes as the ones to please
When rap kids apply violent pressure to father
Brother an' son for fun to say they inflict pain
R n' B niggaz lie to mother, sister an' daughter
To have sex disguised as lovin' in the rain
Their words are more hallow than October 31st
What's worse, hate to see the females switch to sexual mentality
It doesn't match with they given anatomy
Man, they rather be hoes like that male emcee
Who walk around like they got nuts
An' use the tits an' ass like a crutch
Man, the underground's about not bein' exposed
So you better take you naked ass an' put on some clothes
Yo, this be goin' out to them kids from East Smash
Amityville, to all my people out in Wyandanch, Bayshore
C.I.'s in the place, Brentwood, Hempstead
All my brothers out in Roosevelt, Freeport Uniondale to Long Beach
And, and bass up the track a little bit
'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin'?
Yeah, yeah, you know the bizness
Common Sense, soul with the De La
Get all them playas
We the rhyme sayers
Huh and that's the bizness, hah
Gonna do it like this
Gettin' it hot
Like the Chicago streets
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses
Of course, it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex, EFX be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
And never flaunt the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so amazin'
I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the last laughter
'Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the after
I haveta send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champaign sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove, you're so full, you can't even move
'Cause I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
And I'm the C to the O, double M O N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
I'm the C to the O, double M O N
I sit and think with a drink
Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?
Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?
Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester
I do a show, get Extra P's like the Large Professor
In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a
Refa-ree in soul control of my
Destiny, in the best of three out of five
Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers
Take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass
Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators
Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach or an owner
I used to love her but now I bone her
At one point in rhyme, I thought I lost my erection
But then I got it back with the resurrection, blessings
Upon rhymes, old man who called him traitor
Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, styles I predict
I'm the C to the O, double M O N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't no other brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'
Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'
It's me, wonder why, in the place to be
Certified, as superior, MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for wack MC's to even step inside the door
'Cause these kids is rhyming, some timing
And when we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like black death rates
Over musical plates, being played as the rule
Kids thinking, stepping to the Soul, you're labeled fools
Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching
I don't worry on what crew you run or what section of earth
You reside, you're not even a man
So I don't deem it mandatory, taking your pride
But I will 'cause my man says, ?Soul for the life?
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Which leaves the currency in temporary world status
And when one shows, he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero
If you can't stand strong like the island I'm from
Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun
Yeah and I'm the C to the O, double M O N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
See can't another brother cook these delicacies
See can't another brother cook these delicacies
Ah, that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
Like triple it, alright
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
The type of freestyler flow
Yeah, it's fluent and we don't need to flow no more
To my man Mos Def, yo, he nonstop
To my man Enola, yo, he's nonstop
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, he's nonstop
Yo that girl MP, yo, she's nonstop
And to that crew Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop
And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop
And my man Extra P, yo, he's nonstop
And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop
That kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're nonstop
And my peoples Beatminerz, man they nonstop
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop
And yo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
And to, my dean The Green, yo, you're nonstop
And to my man Prince Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop
And A Tribe Called Quest, man, they nonstop
And don't forget the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop
Let me tell you a little something about Soul, tell 'em son
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to
Plug Wonder, why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til December
I'm a member of them kids from the inner city
Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making
More money than a pagan holiday
Just stop takin' me for a ride
All I wanna do is take my time
Just stop takin' me for a ride
All I wanna do is take my time
I'ma stand up for art express, do mic test rehearsals
Eight years of man livin', ain't no edits or commercials
Flick the God like mummy, but my own want a debit
Tossin' facts and how they axis don't, spin on a limit
Ain't no need to dwell, to health I'm fakin' your jax
Ride niggaz get to sittin' to rear, so play the Parks of Rosa
Suppose I have my whole life on it
Funny how those you love, love the evil they do
I brew the medicine to heal, a bit of verbals we had
But yo' ideas of heal, is left the surface of it scabbed
Navigations nearly took me on some cruise type expense
Dispensin' me some shitty canal, I took the juice
Because I'm used to one-ways, detours and destinations
Of ways in life, I pretends the knife
Stuck in my spine'll be a symbol, how Jack can B. Nimble
But it's time to make that foggy vision crystal
We gots to get the crystal right?
Just stop takin' me for a ride
All I wanna do is take my time
Just stop takin' me for a ride
All I wanna do is take my time
Well, I don't wanna go that far
To sell my soul, I ain't gonna go that far
I'm takin' minds and hearts beyond the shinin' star
Raw dick, honey I don't wanna go that far
So listen why you riskin' your mentality against mine?
Sick of leadin' love, sick of leadin' love
Leavin' love loud faced in the vehicle of mine
Them wanna do awards, be it of nine ninety-nine, watch 'em
Profile the true fall out for so-called friends
Like mercury and water, we just don't blend
I end the game technically, you wanna stop me
True gems show affection like Jody Watley, so
Just stop takin' me for a ride
All I wanna do is take my time
Just stop takin' me for a ride
All I wanna do is take my
Take my, take my time
Take my, take my, take my time
Take my, but I don't wanna go that far
I recall kissin' on my lady, talkin' bout makin' babies
Now we made the baby, but cannot connect as legal spouses
Now me and my daughter reside in different houses
What louses up the structure, is leavin' things up to
The child lesser, than a child runnin' wild from mild pressure
Mega, negative
To live a master plan when that plan has no master
You stare at false tongues, leadin' the yung'un to disaster
Postures of this world is seen as mad crooked
Want your manhood, but man, your dad took it
We used to swallow 40's and a whole lot of pride
Nice MC's be frontin' on some whole other vibe
Just because them albums are sealed, doesn't mean
Them lyrics are untampered with, let's kill the myth
That as MC's we know it all, we all children still
No tricks for ninety-six, it's due time we build man
Just stop takin' me for a ride
All I wanna do is take my time
Just stop takin' me for a ride
POS:
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it's all about the cautious livin'
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable,
Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable.
DOVE:
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-ass awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes.
Sick of R&B; bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll' head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse
POS:
Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
A skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated
That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Higher than high)
You know them stakes is high
(Higher than high)
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin' with the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Hey yo, what about that love?)
POS:
Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid
We living in them days of the man-made ways
Where every aspect is vivid,
these brothers no longer talk shit
Hey yo, these niggas live it
'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone
Plug One translating the zone
No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say?
DOVE:
I say G's are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd
Investing in fantasies and not God
Welcome to reality, see times is hard
People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card
Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it
'Cause the stakes is high
Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
I think that smiling in public is against the law
'Cause love don't get you through life no more
It's who you know and ";How you, son?";
And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding
Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high
Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti
POS:
But they ain't organized!
DOVE:
Mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route
And niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters
And their sons
(Oh boy)
POS:
Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested
He got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody's neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky
Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify
Even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin' more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
Stakes is high, come on
Verse One: Maseo
It's strong island for real, where the critters run wild
the prefix is 516, the top of the dial
trhough the L.I. Sound, to the villa down under
and across the globe I heard a lot of folks wonderin'
so when's it coming 'cause the stakes is high see big money that waves
don't put the pen to my page
and ain't nothin' wrong with standing still and relaxing
and spendin' some of that cash that Uncle Sam is gonna tax
a New York demeanor is sit back in the beamer
with nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes
ignorin' the gazers 'cause some stars don't get petty
and that trash you talk is just New Years confetti
it's like that y'all, but that's all 'bout to change
like some of my own, people tend to act strange
i'm making a scene, and it's served with it's capabilities
so set it at an island's degrees
Posdanous:
It's strong island for real, the diagnosis is supreme
the prefix is 516, where microphones fiend
the voices that gots the gift, 'cause the world is on their shoulders
makein' plans to switch from little rock to money boulders
the real proceed
my girl stands deep from nubians actin' like Columbians sellin' keys
characters have the tendency to con themselves
to think the East Coast is only New York and Philadelph
you know the way we blow, your shit is played like pork
and as for what we be bringin' you, we live and direct from New York
I ougtta say my fam causes commercs.
steppin' to me fool will get you punched out like a curse
it's like that y'all, let it all consume
like them brothas who smoke, 'till they high like the moon
soon to a town near you be them super emcees
settin' them Long Island degrees
Maseo:
I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east
and get your bank roll split
bangin' dents out your systems
sellin' points to get the uppercut like Sonny Liston
but eyes closed episodes
bring you back to zeroes
the same herp playin' like he Casablanca
blind to it, but I'm a grind him up a cup of Sanka
servin' dimes loves on tennis courts and sorts
laid back like grown folks sippin' tea for sport
Posdanous:
I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom
while others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensil
the official color for this planet is green
which growns in pockets of them people willing to scheme
an't no expose, these facts are from the mouth
profilin' through Island with that wind from down south
at last, be the world broad cast from the crew who gave you 3's
magic on an island degrees
Maseo:
it's strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters
night time excites time for the heavy hitters
gang on hers 'cause in the mean time mine is home on date
fluffin' pillows impatiently waitin' ain't no debatin'
'Bout to settle, check the level stakes is high as the sky
I got questions about your life if you so ready to die
we in the last quarter y'all, somebody's gonna cry
I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by
Posdanous:
In the round one no nines my size can get swelly
sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my felly
we're wonderful like colorful flix
provide a thread and needle every time the stages get ripped
I grip upon the pleasure sippin' the tea
on the island 'cause that island is the main artery
so uh, you better come and give respect for catch some of these
POS:
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it's all about the cautious livin'
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable,
Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable.
DOVE:
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-ass awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes.
Sick of R&B; bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll' head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse
POS:
Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
A skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated
That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated
(Vibes... vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Higher than high)
You know them stakes is high
(Higher than high)
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes... vibrations)
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin' with the
(Vibes... vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Hey yo, what about that love?)
POS:
Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid
We living in them days of the man-made ways
Where every aspect is vivid,
these brothers no longer talk shit
Hey yo, these niggas live it
'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone
Plug One translating the zone
No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play
And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way
J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say?
DOVE:
I say G's are making figures at a high regard
And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd
Investing in fantasies and not God
Welcome to reality, see times is hard
People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card
Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars
See, shit like that will make your mama cry
Better watch the way you spend it
'Cause the stakes is high
Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes... vibrations)
Stakes is high
I think that smiling in public is against the law
'Cause love don't get you through life no more
It's who you know and "How you, son?"
And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding
Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high
Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti
POS:
But they ain't organized!
DOVE:
Mixing crimes with life enzymes
Taking the big scout route
And niggas know doubt better
Than they know their daughters
And their sons
(Oh boy)
POS:
Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested
He got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody's neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky
Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify
Even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin' more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the
(Vibes... vibrations)
Stakes is high
Y'all know them stakes is high
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes... vibrations)
Stakes is high
There's a lot of people out here who just don't know
What plays a factor in movin' heads and toes
It be them hits hangin' out of them stereo kits
Whether cassette, radio or CD bits, mix tapes from the best
Going on and on throughout the city grounds to suburban lawns
Man, we don't play even where we stay
Videos shows the visuals of jams today
Coinciding with the rhythm of the heart and neck
The brakes got you in your proper context
You let your lex or your sixty-four suspension
Bounce away all your tension
En route to the club where girls need the quenchin'
Diamonds on your wrist, sunroof top
But niggas out front makin' guns go pop
So the spot gets shut but on to the next
'Cuz your ears get vexed when they don't get the fix 'cuz
(These are the brakes)
It be your listenin' pleasures while you're doin' your chores
(These are the brakes)
No matter where you from, it's for you and yours
(These are the brakes)
Bringing it back to the brakes like the, 'Yes, yes, y'all'
(These are the brakes)
So let it be your anthem when you're havin' a ball
Well, it's silly of me to think that I
Would never get a chance to see a piece of this pie
I sat dead in front of speakers thinkin' that could be me
Anticipatin' open microphones so I could emcee
Had a catalogue of raps impressin' all the 'round-the-wayers
Before I went to bed included rhymes into my prayers
But that rhyme is all on paper, I want my song on vinyl plates
I dreamin' hits and doin' shows, makin' my niggas spines shake
Expectin' nuttin' but a little bit of radio play
Gettin' diced on 1 and 2's by the best DJ's, hey
Time was kinda tight but still I dotted on the line
And some expected me to start buhlooning in the mind
Seein' spaces and places that I couldn't pronounce
But still I had the pulleys to make all the bullies bounce
With the blessings of the great we took it from state to state
'Cuz we landed on the good foot, we got our biggest brake 'cuz
(These are the brakes)
A mother gets mugged by her crackhead son
(That's the brakes, that's the brakes)
You're in the wrong part of town, so the shots make you run
(That's the brakes, that's the brakes)
Your best comrades put six tabs in your O.E.
(That's the brakes, that's the brakes)
Your boyfriend made you a carrier of HIV
(That's the brakes, that's the brakes)
Now what's gonna happen when the sun don't shine
I'm buyin' tickets aboard, 'The caravan of love'
Hey fellas, see, money don't make shots repel
I break woes and compose some rhymes to tell
So when the party's live, it shouldn't be beef
Or playin' indian roles, I guess you thought you was chief
Seems all broke up and now you woke up surprised
Situation's gettin' sticky dead in front of your eyes
We play the wall similar to tacks
'Til the DJ played the necessary track
In fact that jam plays on, out comes all your bread
To pay for drinks for them girls you want to spread
Don't be mislead when the brake's inside your head
And have you reminiscing on them kids who got you fed
'Til reality reveals a miss who wants to know
If you can play her real close out on the dance floor 'cuz
(These are the brakes)
For your listenin' pleasures while you're doin' your chores
(These are the brakes)
No matter where you from, it's for you and yours
(These are the brakes)
Ringin' it back to the brakes like the, 'Yes, yes, y'all'
(These are the brakes)
Now this goes out to all area clicks
Centralized and way out in the sticks
Remember to keep the De La in the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area clicks
From manicured lawns to projects bricks
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets
Now, come on y'all, get live get down
What we have is a brand new sound
So don't none of y'all just be misled
The De La's gonna do the body good like wheat bread
Shakin' laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews
Sittin' Indian squats to make that red tie knots
See I'm out to get the core like in them Rainbow Pops
Swingin' life like a hammock, invested like stocks
Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up
Snappin' by the pain as a crew hear the gain
We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem
I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown
Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes
This is the body Mos Def style fresh like baby breath
We are the killer combination with the size to administer
The beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes
Now this goes out to all area clicks
Centralized and way out in the sticks
Remember to keep the De La in the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area clicks
From manicured lawns to projects bricks
Remember to keep the Native Tongue in the mix
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets
Now check it out and ya don't stop
We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop
Now check it out and ya don't stop
We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop
I don't bug out I chill, don't be actin' ill
No trick in ninety-six, Native Tongue gon' build
But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed
'Cause to me, MC mean, make it clean
When I speak on groups and I'm smooth like Gabba D
Tryin' to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine
I bag dimes like my man born on August 17
Life be nuttin' but a river son I'm swimmin' upstream
Playin' wait up, with the data servin' your ears
With information due to confirmation of the nation's most
Wicked ways of livin', like them glassy eyed beans
Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin' a table
Rated at the high point of the mass
Rippin' MC's at the top of a class, occasionally
Rippin' some sucker's face or some suckable ass from a girl
It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world
I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine
Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind
Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted
That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted
I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like Braille
Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail
Came to set like equators invented, with the heat
Yo Mos Def how you radiate to make it complete
Right, so when I shine the light crabs wince
Manifestin' for the future here in the present tense
No doubt, I love the sound biggin' out off your Jeeps
Son, I want the little kids bangin' big brother beats
Now this goes out to all area clicks
Centralized and way out in the sticks
Remember to keep the Native Tongue in the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area clicks
From 718 to the 51-6
Remember to keep the De La in the mix
We straight butter hits, straight butter hits
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
Perfecta, perfecta
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
Perfecta, perfecta
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
Perfecta, baby
Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no, no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen
Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen
Mummy I saw one day
She was on some fume vapors
Givin' me lip, so I continued with the caper
Cat litter, had me sniffin'
Since outside the palace
Eyes sicker than aids
Game harder than a callous
Tried to enter in her shit
She had locks on the session
Tellin' me how her last man
Taught her ass a lesson damn
Well, I'm not the mayor
I take care of my dimes
But I excluded I had nickels
Addin' up to her kind
Short stacks with a wristful of jewels
Sayin' she didn't need a man
To make her out for a fool
Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account
And if you need that extra help
I got that extra amount
Gigglin', figurin', I had jokes for her humor
Then she broke out with the words
About knowin' all the rumors
"See, all you niggas rappin' be like pedigree dogs
Thinkin' you can have me leashed
Around your microphone cords"
Somethin' 'bout her lit me up like July
And with them onions in the pants
I couldn't help but cry
Seemed lost in the essence
But I had to find my way to take
Action for the digits, just to set up a date
Thought my shinin' was on
I had the skirts in the bag
Until I took a bit of time
To peep the price on the tag
She said, "I'm that salt and pepa
Who like pushin' it to sisters
You need to get to walkin' with it mister
I think you betta listen"
Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen
We was at some outside jam one Saturday night
When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight
She was a ghetto philosopher
Yeah, you know the type
Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife
Caught me lookin', "Yo, what's cookin'?"
"Nothin' from around here
So don't approach or hope
To be the man of the year"
I said, ?Listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be
I'm not the one to embarrass
But the one to emcee
I traveled the world quarters on my relationships
Used and abused by hoes
So my royalty stubs
But above all
I brought my daughter into this earth
So I understand the need
Of women feeling of worth?
She glanced deep in my eyes
And said, "Oh shit, you're ill
I like the way your mind
Moves around at will
Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy
But niggas act as if my ass
Has a sign that says harass me"
Her name was Gail from the union of dale
I made her remove the shades
So her eyes could tell me the plan
Yo where's your man?
"Oh that nigga's past tense
Painted bruises on my face
Haven't seen him ever since"
Gave a pinch to my bottom
And started rubbing my back
She said, ?I bet your ass is darker
Than a mobb deep track"
Only one way to know it
And I was down to show it
So we jetted back to my crib to set it
She made it known
"I've owned thoughts of you
Since that song 'Meeny-Meeny'
Can't believe you're about
To be all up in between me"
Man, the flag was lowered
So my wood was raised
Followed a shielding of my building
To protect me from the blaze
This granted access to
Southern parts of her borders
Did you have her comin'?
Like the new world order
I caught her with the right combination
A good combination
Keepin' it in her hard, man
You betta listen
Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen
Listen, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen, then you won't have to worry no no, no
Never gonna give up on you
We gonna do it like this
Just a little bit
Like that, just a little bit
Zhane, just a little bit
De La, just a little bit, c'mon
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' 4 more
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' 4 more
It's that brown man from long islandin' shores
Got a way with women, so I get away with yours
Because you're whole game's outdated
Which leaves all the pretty women heavily sedated
Mummy you can play your 'Ripley's' or 'Believe It Or Not'
I shoot gift like heron with skills of Gil Scott
Nights like Sir Lancelot can get heated
Prescribin' your vibe, love, I know how you need it
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' 4 more
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' 4 more
I like to mingle sometimes so I head out of state
To find a couple of dimes but a government rate
Can't settle for no nickels, even pennies for thought
For short, I need connections with big bank selections
Securing all the sections with sing-sing corrections
Seedin' like nature, escapin' like gas
Tell me how long this love is gonna last
Thinkin' fast might spoil somethin', turn always to nothin'
Next to your lady is special
Seen a bigger picture on the screen
But you're a movie, you move me, you soothe me like holidays
Getaways, the brochure said do it, so true
It's not a hold hand mission cut the public display
Heard you're headed for the stars, put the gazers away
Mine times out of ten, we cut to good friends
But when we on the tenth, we gotta go the length
I'm not a playa, yet I get more play
Than a talk show shown 'cross the USA
Have 'em moanin' out the vowels sounds, 'Ooh, eeii and aahh'
And how by now you should know me and my
Do members of the opposite sex
Have their boyfriend screaming out, we got more techs
Than that ball team in Georgia, yo, he said he's comin' for ya
All because the ho wanna go to the Casbah
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' 4 more
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' 4 more
You can get with some of these women, some of the time
When your face is in the light that's stirred with lime
Is it a crime to set your mind to death?
Resuscitated, see how many brain cells left
I feel your body's drawn to my positive
Don't even want a baby if it's that easy to give
I live right around the corner, three states away
Take a holiday, come check me, watch how I set the mood
Check a movie on the tube
Get your belt mad loose like lee
Phone's turned way down to avoid the beef
Or the questions if she's the only one gettin' lessons
You're into crime faces, huh? Well, I'll play your Capone
Suzy Q got the grill to make the cake chrome
Situation's gettin' absurd, hot on a plat
So work the format, see how we do that?
And you're figurin', we love on the rock
I'ma keep it up front to maintain the stock
Displayin' all the goodies from your knuckle to knees
Make it hot like the island degrees, now that's special
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
Keep on comin' 4 more
I'll never give you up
No, I'll never stop
Keep it comin'
"Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to please
give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and I'm calling in reference
to the music business. Thank you."
DOVE:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name (uh)
And your number
And I'll get back to you.
Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I can't stand it
Wanna be down with the Day-Glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
"I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo"
I can't understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
How'd they get my name and number
Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering machine that can talk to you
It goes
POS:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Yo, check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the mood to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro
I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask,
"Was it def?"
And with the straighest face I be like, "Hell yes."
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call
They get
MASE:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Check it out
Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave
Haven't been to the jam in quite a while
Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles
'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here bi-da miles to the center
Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in
And I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing"
POS:
Now woe is me to the third degree
Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny
Jettin'
But I'm getting used to this demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Make way to my radius playin fly guy
Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky
Me Myself and I go through this act daily
And rarely do I not
No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me
No matter what the plot
And even out on tour they be like,
"Yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel"
I be like "Oh swell"
Unveil the numeric code to dial my room
And tell them to call me at noon
But of course there's no answering machine in my room
But a pretty young adorer
Who I swung on tour
And if it rings while we're alone
She'll answer the phone
And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem
DOVE:
"Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring
Now you're waiting on the beep.
Say, I would love if you'd sing
The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak."
So no problemo, just play the demo
And at the end it's break out time
Please oh please don't press rewind
Cause I'll just lay it down the line
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
POS:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And we'll get back to you.. peace
'Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank
Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook
me up, True. You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the
Fish Tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know
what I'm saying, but I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your
number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me,
got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook
me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back
at 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a
brother man!'
[SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul]
- Yo, gee.
- Yo, word up, gee, man.
- Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?
- Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man.
- Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!
- Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?
- They ain't punks, man.
- Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack.
- Yo, but, yo, that "Buddy", that was kind of fly, man, and "Potholes?" Slammin'. Slammin'.
- Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after they came out with "Plug One, Plug Two" then "Potholes", yo,
then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots.
- Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club, though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there!
- Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them!
[Background:]
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
[POS:]
My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance,
The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring
My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues,
Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
But late, but lately loonies acting real bold
Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry
Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue
Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix
[GOSSIP GLADIATORS: Lashawna and Jenette]
- Yo, Miss Thing!
- Yo Merisa, what's up?
- You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? - Yo I was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'.
- Word man?
- Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
them and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one, Plug Three?
- Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him.
- All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did, and then them
other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other ones, the other ones?
- The Violators.
- The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?
- Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs, things like that, you know...
[MASE:]
Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
Can I? (Yes you can!)
Why do people think just because we speak peace
We can't blow no joints?
(I-I-I don't know)
[GRANDMA MASE: Squirrel]
Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it keeps me peacefully, no?
[MASE:]
Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown
[DOVE:]
We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick
But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm
I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity
And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat
I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons
And sip the Porridge deep into my system
So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode
Inside the studio or on a road
The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step
It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep
To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag
It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
[POS:]
Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow
Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled
Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pups
Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade
So we can throw our lemonade
In their face and kick their little butts
[FIGHT COMMENTATORS: Squirrel and Mikey Roads]
- And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
- Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape.
- Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted.
[Background:]
(Touching fingers, touch, touch)
(One at a time, touch together)
[DOVE:]
People wanna get ragged with the reruns
Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit
The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
But when, but when we fly that head all the people say
[THE FROG: Lisle Leete]
Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like.
[JABIB: Jarobi]
In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are
so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don't understand,
I don't understand.
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Pease porridge in the pot)
(Pease Porridge in the pot)
(Nine days old)
Oodles and oodles of O's and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know
They givin' oodles of O's and O's
And oodles and oodles and oodles of O's ya know
They givin' oodles of O's and O's
And oodles and oodles and oodles of
(OH!)
[Pos]
Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door
In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol
Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomo
Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o
Chanters play the part of a herd at a show
Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Jebos
But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches is what I bestow
Oodles of O's has the "Hoo's" in mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions and specs
Don't forget the O's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the ker-plows
Mase got something to say and it goes:
(Maseo is rockin' on the radio)
Now I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the
Oodles of O's, yeah
We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of O's
Ya know, I think we're talkin' 'bout the
(Oh, shit)
Hoods like to play macho, ya know
Guns goin' "bo!" people hit the floor
Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow
Target it firm 'cause I'm head Comancho
Charging barricades like a raging rhino
The donuts come big and some in jumbo
The Landlord is finished but before I go
I'll give a shout out to Quest
And my fellow Jungle Bro's
[Dove]
Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho
Punk Pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
(What's the reason?) to be cheerful
Season is breeze, time to pimp promo
Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough
On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh,
Dredlock is heading out the door y'all
[De La Soul]
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling O's and O's
We're selling O's at the corner store y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of O's, y'all
We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store
We're selling O's at the corner store, y'all
We're selling O's, y'all, at the corner store
We're selling O's and O's and O's, O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles of O's, y'all
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
This song does not contain explicit lyrics
But what it does contain is an undesired element
This element is known as the Basehead
The lowest of lowest of all elements that exist
And the sad thing is, this particular element is me brudda
Brother, brother oh brother of mine
We used to be down as partners in crime
From our parents our name was forged
I was the Beaver, you Curious George
Wanted to dispose of this and that
But curiosity had killed the cat
At this age no wonder it was read
But this was the fate that you were fed
Throughout high school our minds we'd waste
High off all the cheeba that we could taste
Soon you had converted to nasal sports
Every five minutes cocaine you'd snort
Told me that you needed a stronger fix
Stepped to the crack scene in 86
Unlike the other drugs you had control
This substance had engulfed your body and soul
Now from me you lost all respect
Said you need to put that shit in check
Wanted me to believe that you ain't tried
But your mind and the craving had coincided
Said there was a voice I could've talked
Which said you shouldn't stop but continue to walk
Now the brother who could handle any drug
Had just found the one that could pull his Plug
Yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots
Gonna make you scream and loop three loops
Gonna take you far on a freeway, okay
Remember that day? Slipped me a smile for a 20 crack vial
Guess what? Time to collect, correct
Don't have a dime? It's payback time, payback time
Don't cry the blues 'cause I got bad news
Should I stab ya? Should I bite ya? Should I use my tools?
No, I got another way to earn my defeat
(Slam the child on the hard concrete)
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out, make the bass come out
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out so clear
Make the bass come out, make the bass come out
Brother, brother, stupid brother of mine
Started getting high at the age of nine
Now at twenty-one you're lower than low
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
My dividends and wares started to disappear
Where it ended up, I had an idea
Barking you with the quickness, reversed intent
Instead went to Pop and gave him the print
Now Pop grew tired of being a mouse
Finally told you to get the hell outta the house
From there a mother figure came into play
Claimed for you she saw a better day
Now Mom was a product of Christ's rebirth
Thought the only chance was to go to church
Quitting this stuff you had tried before
This time you claimed you'd really score
Something I had to see to believe
Put on my suit and to church I weaved
My, my, my, what happened to the people?
The people who used to care about what took place in the world today?
I've been summoned here today to reach the people
Who still can be reached, to save the people who still can be saved
Can I get an Amen? Can I get an Amen?
Hit me, forgive us, said it's taking over, taking over the world
All it's doing is taking over, where them crackers at?
Them crackers that they serve, where they at?
Bullshit, didn't believe a lick
Do this fool [Incomprehensible]
Then I gave you the benefit of a doubt
Wanted to see if you will work it out
Soon you reach your front of calm
Walked round by rehearsing psalms
Then you smiled with the funky frown
What do you know, the voice is back in town
Mom would say it would soon go away
You and I knew it was here to stay
But the man helped you when you helped yourself
That meant going to rehab for your health
Finally it went and blew your cork
Heard you moved to the comfortable streets of New York
And when my friends see me and come and ask
"Yo, where's your brother at?", I'll be the first to splash
"Yo, he's a Basehead"
Yo know who that was?
The guy from De La Soul, Pos. Posdnuos
Who?
You heard of De La Soul, right?
Right
Well he was the one from De La Soul
The one with the real nappy hair
The one with the dark-skinned one
With the glasses? Yeah
Yeah, the ugly one
Jody got a cat but she won't let it out
Oh, tough luck, 'cause it makes Jack pout
Waiting on the wins he moves to the next
Searching for the cheese, looking for the text
In the Big Blue, in search of the skins
Grinning and laughing, laughing and grinning
Padlock Jody got the whole scene played
No knockin' boots till she's 14K'd
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Waiting for the credit card so she can go and shop
Jack plays the back, just knockin' other socks
'Cause now in the hood he's 'Johnny The Fox'
Till one ring came, Jody blew a spark
Found about Jody round the corner in the park
Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news
Practicing the range, bellowing the blues
Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate
Yo, Jody, yo, gotta go, got a date
Padlock Jody's screaming, "Wait, wait, wait"
"Don't worry, hon," he replies, "I'm keepin' the faith"
I'll never do the baseball with you again
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
Want that bush, heard you're from Flatbush
Ran after ya, caught ya
Brought ya to Long Island, stylin' for a while
In my hut, I was on a cut for a peck, a silly Greg Peck
You tried to play me new, Plug One you disconnect
I'd try to touch your hair, you would say no
Yo, I'd try to touch your hair, you would say no
Is it 'cause you want my financial flaunt?
First you gotta please me, nice and easy
But I guess you want that in reverse
So I stand Plug First can see
We got a serious block
Turn the other way, ooh, what do I spot?
A hoopin' Hey Love whose scent left a trace
Had a stash in her pocket with a body that's safe
Ball to the eight, now you wanna swing?
Forget the rap, yo, Black Sheep, sing
You're banned, you're banned
You're banned, honey dip, you're banned
You're banned, you're banned
Ya banned by the preacher man
You played yourself a stew
Now to me you step, never mind love
The faith is being kept
Now remember 'bout Padlock Jody, here's the fact
Jack little wick but she was acting wack
Jack wanna lay but laying ain't exact
For the past four or five she was banned by the pack
Hip to the witness, putting on a plan
No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man
Jack knows that honey means playing a game
Only wanna bowl, got nabbed for the fame, goddamn
Sam was the man that you planned to command
Nothing new about a neighborhood
You know what? Padlock Jody wanna cut
Jack's thinking cap, make mine into a pack
Yo, here's twenty, forty, sixty, pay me back
Conscience appears, "Yo Jack, what you doing?"
You play the cold while honey here's cooling?
You don't have to if you don't want to
You don't have to if you don't want to"
So he begins with the ring, ring, ring
"Hey, Judy girl, how ya doin'
Seen you with another man, what you doing, screwing?
Ooh, shame on you, what, you can't wait
For the big bait, well, I'm ma tell you straight
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
Our next song we'll play is called Jenifa, we'll be back in a minute.
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 rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)
(And rollerskates)
[Q-TIP:]
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy then lets go, hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday
[POS AND Q-TIP:]
Saturday, it's a Saturday
It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
[POS:]
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink
And sure to make you think about the times
To scope fun instead of fights
(But diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life)
Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it's time to let loose
'Cause you've worked like heck to get the week in check
So unfasten that noose around your neck
Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
Come on everybody dig the funky output
[VINIA:]
Five days you work
One whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday-ay
(Is the word, is the word, is the word)
[POS:]
Now as you pump your fist I reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll
Fess to impress
Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way I'm dressed
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
'Cause all we need is feet
(And rollerskates)
But promote the hustle 'cause it keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in
[DOVE:]
(Is there a Dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(So kick the wham on this jam)
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler
Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I'm heatin' high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one idea
It's clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed on a weed and we're feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin' quick
Come on, there's no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning
No hackeysack, let let me in
Spill on the bottom away, but it's okay, huh
It's a Saturday
[POS:]
Now let's all get baked like Anita
[Q-TIP:]
Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter
[DOVE:]
Feel on the fun, I'll feel on the
[VINIA:]
Hey, watch that!
[DE LA SOUL:]
It's a Saturday
[VINIA:]
Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries and you will be all right
It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
(Aaoww)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
(Saturday)
Why do we have to cross over?
Why are niggas always crossing over somethin'?
And what's the matter?
They accept our music as long
As they can't see our faces?
One, two, one, two, you got it
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Just the other day I got a starter kit
An M is a terrible thing to waste
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud
Nah, it ain't happenin', nada to make it even
Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown
And all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies
Well, it started in the year of '78
But it's '93 or should I say '94?
For my style is much more
I said, "Come in", come in
Come on, come out into my reservoir
As I macks a man, your bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'Frigerator Lickin''
What if, how's about, why would?
Never thought that the napalm would bust the jeans
Mash it up, the one with the beard
Mega mustache the beat, hide it
Deep under sheets, cover this hint
Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage
Jimmy and the Jet, standin' on the pier
I'm known as the farmer
Cultivatin' mate without mendin', bendin'
Compromising any of my styles to gain a smile
Listen while you hear it, there's no pink in my slip
I reckon that the rhythm and the blues and the rap got me red
While the boys from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger community
Yet they're soon to see I have a brother named Luck
A nigga named Dres
A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head
Of a baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin'
Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Prevention against sucka M.C.'s
Prevention against sucka M.C.'s
Prevention against sucka M.C.'s
And now, prevention against sucka M.C.'s
We decided to change the cover a little bit
Because we see the big picture
Negroes and white folks buyin' this album
Negroes and white folks buyin' this album
Everybody's gonna know who this group is
We just felt that the picture wasn't as important
As it was that we succeed in crossing over
Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double cross
Once you lose our audience
We never gon' get them back
He may even try to change our sound
Let no man put asunder
Severin' the groups I never blunder
Cashin' all the checks on the mic
I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug Wonder
Funk to the fame against hoods
Bridges saggin' to woods down under
They can't be raised with the feminine praise
In conjunction with no chocolate in the mix
White boy, Roy, cannot feel it
But the first to try and steal it
Dilute it, pollute it, kill it
I see him infiltratin' to the masses
And when the leechin' I'ma shoot 'em all in they asses
Runnin' through the trenches, what?
Runnin' through the trenches, yeah
Runnin' through the trenches
It's the Patti Dooke, it's the Patti what?
Runnin' through the trenches, oh
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
It might blow up but it won't go pop
I shed light and not skin, I ain't from Europe
Afro connects at the root of the retina of the third
Mums the word when ya blind, baby, blind to the fact
Don't rest the Compton so I don't own a gat
But respect is clear crystal 'cause Millie got a pistol
And she's down with me, wild, of most wild
Born child to the old school legitimate soul
Talker of the many paragraphs ago
Walker of the plenty broken calves ago
Phantom of the phrase, black in many ways
'Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches
Comin' into rent my style
I'm not the one to fuck with
I'm lockin' you out
I'm just not the one to fuck wit so check it
Y'all, y'all know who I am, listen up, son
Peace to my man, Premier
And y'all better guard your trenches
'Cause we runnin' through 'em
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Do it, fluid, mess up my mind
Tell me somethin'?
How come they never cross over to us?
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
DOVE:
Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good)
Well it's that thumpin shit (well i'm soakin too)
I'll introduce the split (i'll be the go)
I'll be the get
Fixin with the ins for the outs we set
Hey shortie (yeah mister)
Make no mistake
I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet
(you be buggin)
Well i bugs like roaches on rugs
Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans
Give me the night baby and i'll be good in the woods
Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind
I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know)
I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold
The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit
The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit)
I'm like hickory (dickory niggas)
I make you feel lost like high school history
Creator of the rhymin dominoes
Watchin drop it's the joint see
So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling)
The coolest fool be the coolest fool
I know the watch be in the air but i kick a new bucket
Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it
It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
It's that funky shit (in the woods)
That be beyond understandin (in the woods)
Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods)
Timber (in the woods)
POSDNOUS:
Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid
I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit
Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated
Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated
As my pants play the sagatogah i can order sniffs of
Frequencies frequencies cuz i freak mc's with the rhythm rock live
(man i'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it)
No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin
Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin
(stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here
Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near
So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed
And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost
I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods)
Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods)
Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods)
The plugs just can't be found (in the woods)
SHORTIE NO MAS:
Can i come off like the rest of em i think i should
Could i of course one verse now ya lost it
Found it realizing i came off it sounds mean
But pal there's a new kid on the scene
I got much soul on the down low tip
Lay back smooth one drink i'll be trippin
Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal
Pal i got props on a different tip
I recall back i go for mines i get the goods
Wouldn't you know forgot my compass i got lost in the woods
Found my way and i was out i pronounce every letter
And if i had the chance i'd do it better
I heard a holler down the way and now i'm out for the time being
Ya wanna be in but you can't see what i'm seein
Time and time my friend i stay gettin it on
And now they playin my song again
I got feminine style (in the woods)
I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods)
And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods)
* [Intro]
get into groove now, something like
givin' into my own shit, now
could a drummer have some y'all
could a drummer have some more
said a drummer ain't have none
in a long time
c'mon, drummer
bring that beat back, bring that beat back (x3)
y'all wanna hear that beat, right?
1,2 1,2
[Kan Takagi (In Japanese)]
suttarakankan kankankankan Takagi Kan
beat ni noseta kashi kore ichiban
so toshi gin-yu shijin groove
meguri megutte konomachi de furu
TOYOTA ni HONDA nippon mo iroiro
SONY *chiba chiba* sonota moromoro
dashicha irukedo rap no rokuon
marena koto daga ima rock on
[Scha Dara Parr (In Japanese)]
1 (1) 2 (2)
3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
13 jikan hikouki ni nokkari koko New York
(oh yeah)
bibiri jo jo jo
Ani Shinco Bose
(oh shit)
hora mite Prince Paul, Maseo, Pos ni Dove mo iru jan yo
eigo de nandaka itteru yo
(naanuu)
rap wo site miro to
gogo 2 ji studio
hai OK
richigi na boku ra ha mochi on time
ee member nanka dare hitori kicha ine
5jikan karuuku keika shite
What's up?
wassa wassa to renchu kimashita
ha to kigatukya studio no naka
yes, yes y'all
we don't stop
(Say party over here party over here)
(Say party over there party over there)
(Say party over here party over here)
(Say party over there party over there)
(Say party over here party over here)
(Say party over there party over there)
(Say party over here party over here)
(Say party over there party over there)
DOVE:
Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good)
Well it's that thumpin shit (well i'm soakin too)
I'll introduce the split (i'll be the go)
I'll be the get
Fixin with the ins for the outs we set
Hey shortie (yeah mister)
Make no mistake
I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet
(you be buggin)
Well i bugs like roaches on rugs
Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans
Give me the night baby and i'll be good in the woods
Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind
I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know)
I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold
The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit
The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit)
I'm like hickory (dickory niggas)
I make you feel lost like high school history
Creator of the rhymin dominoes
Watchin drop it's the joint see
So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling)
The coolest fool be the coolest fool
I know the watch be in the air but i kick a new bucket
Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it
It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
It's that funky shit (in the woods)
That be beyond understandin (in the woods)
Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods)
Timber (in the woods)
POSDNOUS:
Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid
I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit
Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated
Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated
As my pants play the sagatogah i can order sniffs of
Frequencies frequencies cuz i freak mc's with the rhythm rock live
(man i'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it)
No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin
Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin
(stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here
Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near
So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed
And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost
I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods)
Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods)
Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods)
The plugs just can't be found (in the woods)
SHORTIE NO MAS:
Can i come off like the rest of em i think i should
Could i of course one verse now ya lost it
Found it realizing i came off it sounds mean
But pal there's a new kid on the scene
I got much soul on the down low tip
Lay back smooth one drink i'll be trippin
Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal
Pal i got props on a different tip
I recall back i go for mines i get the goods
Wouldn't you know forgot my compass i got lost in the woods
Found my way and i was out i pronounce every letter
And if i had the chance i'd do it better
I heard a holler down the way and now i'm out for the time being
Ya wanna be in but you can't see what i'm seein
Time and time my friend i stay gettin it on
And now they playin my song again
I got feminine style (in the woods)
I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods)
And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods)
A lot of things be happenin (in the woods)
BREAKADAWN
(ah one two ah one two)
(ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
POSDNUOS:
I was born in the boogie down cat scan
With my builder belt down on the rat can
People saw the super wanna trip to the penile
While i settle off the shores of the long isle
My fiber's clean I mean my mind is clear when i transmit
I am the manner of the family cuz the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove that i can mends
Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay
Wanna say salutation to the nation of the nubians
We bout to place you in that 3 feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter Ms Jones perm
I got a hey love other honeys catch me short term
Tallyin the score i'm for the shotty in the jacket
For the brother bee's a nigga when he packed it
So get ya butt out the sling
I style Mohammed float a note
That means i'm def so like the autograph
I'm signing to the break
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
DOVE:
Hey yo groove wit the mayor has it on the saya
We're either eighteen mill, even still
Sack or bag of troubles to make a single double
Loop the coin and join the minimum wage
I had a plan if i was the man I fold eject
Lay it low on enigmatic cassettes
I condition my ways of the every day sunset
Wager my days to the one bet
Cuz your breaks will have the capital case whether mine
Out of line I breeze it til the early morning
Freak the wake call i get a tap on my shoulder
Cuz the days of the breaks be just about over
The arts of the 6 won't play my bag of chips
I got the 7's in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the cheer or temperature here
I keep it to the rear and then i'm exploding
POSDNUOS:
I be the the fab
I be the fabulous but see unlike the chi
I got the flea upon my name
Keynova been my cousin from the peter pipe unlike the other
Latchin on to when i caught the fame
Pass the task to ask me bout the native tongue again
My friend i'll tell you Jungle Brothers on the run
I've shaken hands wit many devils in the industry
But lead the genisis like phil whick still means i'm def
So like the autograph i'm signin to the break
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
DOVE:
We in the mornin after and
But in the end i be the its cuz in the mist
Man it's alright
Mamma gotta work into my day life
My pops got the up best believe we sailed the wave
To the Long Isle, I laid the anchor in the Ville
And how i relate i stay inside in my gates
Waitin days mess up my mind
Ground zero degrees and the weather feels fine
You opened my eyes man thought i had a man
But how could an eye scan i wasn't around
I seen the states and played the dates in the far far
Gathered the new from the zoa's around
Grew old with Mikey Roads and played the codes
Sometimes i don't budge without my cuz Fuzz
A simple how ya do
A check ya from the friends of my crew
Makes it definitely special
POSDNUOS:
Now there's now shiny happy people in my crew
We play the ruff i got the huff and puff to blow the house low
Ya know the never ending factor while i moss will tell a squid
I know an enterprise of brothers so report to the bridge
I bounce a ball with my left
A squid wit my right
(cuz a squid is just a punk)
Yo he deserve to lose a fight
I might meander 'cross your dreams
Travelin up the stream
Plug wonder wonder why ya lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if was shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel holiday in fact
I'm gonna let ya know once again
That De La Soul is sure to show ya we will hit the chart
Harder than the rap and bull
(ah one two ah one two)
DAVE HAS A PROBLEM... SERIOUSLY
DOVE:
Yo Merc, it's Dave, you there?
Hello. Hello, Merc. Hello. Hello, Merc.
Hello. Merc, hello. Hello. Hello, Merc.
Hello. Hello. Hello, Merc.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!
Hello! Hello! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!
Huh! Hah! Huh! Huh! Huh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!
Feel the funk, baby!
Verse 1
I am Posdnous
I be the new generation of slaves
here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes
the pile of revenue I create
But I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late
Product of a North Carolina cat
who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie
Who departed life just a little too soon
and didn't see me grab the Plug Tune fame
As we go a little somethin' like this
look ma, no protection
Now I got a daughter named Ayana Monay
And I can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
so the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay
I am an early bird but the feathers are black
so the apples that I catch are usually all worms
But it's a must to decipher one's queen
from a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ
I cherish the twilight
I maximize, my soul is the right size
I watch for the power to run out on the moon
(And that'll be sometime soon)
Faker than a fist of kids
speakin that they're black
When they're just niggas trying to be Greek
Or some tongues who lied
and said "We'll be natives to the end"
Nowadays we don't even speak
I guess we got our own life to live
Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule?
Every now and then I step to the now
for now I see back then I might have acted like a fool
Now I won't apologize for it
This is not a bunch of Bradys
but a bunch of black man's pride
Yet I can safely say
I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside
I've always walked the right side of the road
If I wasn't making song I wouldn't be a thug selling drugs
But a man with a plan
and if I was a rug cleaner
betcha Pos'd have the cleanest rugs I am.
Verse 2
The Plug Two brand with the flavour
in the flute watch the sniffin'
so a sack of shows in demand
I read the diction from the second page
I got the one-two gauge
baritone to the izm fan
Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink
So let me need ya to my ems go
I push the infinite and carry it
My carrier's the three over one
so my pluggins already know
Lick shots with moo
catch the boo
from a ghost in the heckling crowd
if I give a foot
Jack Ville caught a spill
when a still came from my mouth
I brought a head down south
I don't check for the noose and the neck
So I never tell my ems
that finesse is knocking at my door
I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun
and dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore
I bring the element H with the 2
so ya owe me what's coming when I'm raining on your new parade
It's just mind over matter
and what matters is
that the mind isn't guided by the punished shade
I keep the walking on the right side
but I won't judge the next who handles walking on the wrong
Cuz that's how he wants to be
No difference, see
I wanna be like the name of this song I am
Verse 3
I am Posdnous
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes
the pile of revenue I create
but I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late
The deeds of a natural
are seeds that are no longer planted
so the famine in the mind is strong
Tactics of another plane is now proven sane
Sane enough to let you know from within this song
I stabilize many cableized viewers
So my occupation's known
But not why I occupy
And that is to bring the peace
I'm buggin'
E ghostbusters
Mercy mercy
(Ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy
(Ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
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
Now I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
Well, I'm the hourglass cat
Drug it out of jack
For Jill
'Cause I spilled the phenomenon
Pack the holes in my lawn
The girls in my sauna
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
When they reminisce over you
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
'Cause this type of shit it happens everyday
I got to make me a connection so my imports stuff
(Word)
Wo, word 'em up, 'cause I'm so fly
Yes on and on
I'm ins like [unverified] 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
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
Back the hell up
Know what I'm sayin'
Or when I run the mic there won't be no delayin'
Pressure 40 does it like a Easy Bake oven
Blues got the muffin
Eat it
Blues got the muffin
Eat it
Intoxicate many wit my talk
Without intoxicatin' myself low
So I gots to walk slow but
Don't you get too high
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
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Somebody's cryin'?
I know somebody's cryin'
Who's cryin'?
Yo, somebody's cryin' here
Yo Merc, it's Dave, you there?
Hello hello, Merc, hello hello, Merc
Hello, Merc, hello hello hello, Merc
Hello hello hello, Merc
Hello
Hello
Hello
Help me, help me
Help me, help me
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ah one two, ah one two
Ah one two, ah one two
"Breakadawn.. breakadawn.."
Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 6X)
Verse One: Posdonus
I was born in the Boogie Down catscan
where my building fell down on the rats and
people sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile)
While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle
My father's clean not mean my mind is clear when I transmit
I am the man-ner of the family cuz the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends
Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay, wanna say
salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We bout to place you in that +3 Feet+ of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta +Hey Love+ all the honies cause they're short term
Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it
So get your butt out the sling, I stung Muhammad float a note
that means I'm def, so like the autographs you sign until the
"Breakadawn.. breakadawn.."
Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4X)
Verse Two: Dove, Posdonus
Aiyyo groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer
Wave the eighteen mill', eat a still
sack or bag of troubles, make the single double
Loop the coin and join the minimum wage
I had a plan if I was the man, I'd throw the J
Lay it low and late night I get sessed
Uncondition my ways, of the everyday sunset
Wagin my days, to the one bet
Cause your breaks'll have the carrot of cakes, whether mine
Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin
Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder
cause the days of the breaks, be just about over
The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks
I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here
I keep it to the rear, and then I'm EXPLODING
I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi
I got the flea up in the name "ah one two, ah one two"
Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others
latchin on to when I caught the fame "ah one two, ah one two"
Pass the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers +On the Run+ "ah one two, ah one two"
I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry
Believe the Genesis life fill with stills mean that I'm def
so like the autographs you sign until the
"Breakadawn.. breakadawn.."
Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4X)
Verse Three: Dove, Posdonus
We in the mornin at the end, but in the end I be the is
cause in the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
to the Long I laid the anchor in the 'Ville
And how I relate, the same side of my gates
Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero degrees
and the weather feels fine
You opened my eyes man, thought I had a man
But how could I eyescan, I wasn't around
I seen the states and played the dates in the far-far
Gathered the new, from the zoas around
Grew up with Mikey Rodes and played the codes
Sometimes I don't budge, without my cous' Fuzz/fuzz
A simple, "How ya do?" Ah check it from my friends and my crew
makes it definitely special
Now there's no +Shiny Happy People+ in the crew we play the rough
I got the huff, and puff, to blow the house low
You know the neverending factor while I'm over, tell a squid
I know an Enterprising brother, so report to the bridge
I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right
(Cause a squid is just a punk) Yo he deserved to lose the fight
I might meander 'cross your dream, travellin up the stream
Plug Wonder Wonder Why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
is sure to show you we will hit the charter harder
I can just remember the number
I just, the number
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul
Just another area
For me to patrol
Just another area
That shows I got soul
I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La
I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya
I'm known for sampling of soul food
Off the old school plates
When I met up with my niggas from the 718
One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens
Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans
So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call
For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804
(You're runnin' on an empty tank)
But still get paid in full
(And get the girls)
Man, I'm packing gravitational pull
Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes
I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen
(What?)
Well, many, many digits had me seeking in my Wizard
Man, who's ringing up my area
(Oh)
Oh, I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone
Like the 718's out of Vietnam
Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged
(Man, I knew a psycho)
703's on my love bug
I made mates with the brothers up in 215
Crazy buddhas in my mind
My Chattanooga champs had me late for the camp
And my 202 keeps me marvellous
I guess Mars was my hideaway
But if the stars for a getaway
Since I'm capable I conjure up a walk in this way
I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester souffle
I be the 919 seeker, 'cuz ain't off logic
So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit
Due to this a brother tries to play
(Yeah, like one in 514)
Yo, some kid tried to flip on
They instigated a brawl
(So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall)
Then I just laughed
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cast the grain by the pound
I make sounds with the horn
When I colour the corn, caught the fit
And sit the two when honey slung the tip
Well, I'm taking my finds to the 301's
While I'm playing my flute in the rear kibbut
My man from the 908's, he don't like it like that
So I pipes till the sunshine hikes
A kettle of the master plan makes a Malibu idol
(God forgive me)
Well, it's a hook
The third to the 0 to the 5 had to feel the vibe
When the 516 played convicts
The man Maseo is here to put the habit along
And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code
Is it 908?
(No)
Is it 212?
(Hell, no)
Speakin' on 404?
(No)
What about 516?
(I dunno)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
And what is it?
(Not tellin' ya)
(Huh? What?)
Just another area for me to patrol
I got status 'cuz I'm baddest with the paint
Giving upside down frowns to London wood 703
Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be
For the fact I lays bricks
'Cuz my semen ends with the letter T
My seed is hard to submerge
I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched
'Cuz some knuckle might just head for the urge
But I got Prince Paul in the Area
(Oh, it's like that now)
I got Hot Dog in the Area
(Heh heh heh)
I got the Violators in the area
(Aaah)
I's got the Violators in the area
(Aaah)
It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall
Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud
Clear my area
I'm going home now, I have been up all night
I been up all night, it's still Friday to me
Come on now, hey, Ellory, I'm going home
[announcer]
Hey hip-hoppers, tired of that old trend of ghostwriters?
Well here's the newest sensation that's sweepin the nation!
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will help you kick it like your favorite rapper
Just a couple of hits and.. {*inhales*} it's GANGSTER!
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with ghost weed..
*****
Whatever, nah.. just step back off
[Pos]
Yo.. we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down)
Yo! We bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down)
Chorus: Pos
We run it, HOT! When we over the drums
To the, TOP! Cause the bottom we're from
We got the, DROP! On your weekend crew
cause you're full-time talkin while we peepin your view
[Pos]
Rahubat(?), you know my name
I run my humbleness with fame
God-body, nuttin plain
while you claimin shepherd that you heard this
you, heard this on day first
Watch my man, he'll make it worse
Ain't no new click, we still Native
[Dove]
Clothes knit, stitched tight, related
that's the way we handle it
Pin us up or mantle it
We on fire you candle lit
Daydreamin, on a rack
Get bought worn and brought back
We sport rhyme thought real tight
[Pos]
to gain sizes much bigger
Live life well, get mail filled with
checks from sales we deliver
[Dove]
Spend a little, make a little
I want it big like white boy wallets
Credit delievered, Fed-Excellent
To my dot com, we on the web like Charlotte's
Hornet, back her up, she too much on it
Your plastic ass'll get swiped
past the limit see you the type
to get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night
Chorus
[Pos]
while we peepin your view
while we, peepin your view
We got they eyes on lock
Let them flock to your wit while I spit after you
[Dove]
Look ma, I'm still rhymin
Baby boy still providin
Breakin bread in four states
Makin these struggles get gone
Private eyes, I see y'all spyin
You watch while I clock
Fertilize my brain data
Makin accounts grow green like the front lawns
[Pos]
Yo I may be old school
but I'm not no old fool
Heard out your mouth words flee
bout "These niggaz ain't nice"
You just barbershop talkin
while we round the world walkin
B, you ain't D.M.C.
You slip and fall on my ice
No lyin, straight shinin
I give you supper from my upper diamond
You got limbs so climb in
[Dove]
Yo, soak up what you find-in
We too pure for you to try
You sniffin maybe's and if's
[Pos]
And if "if" was a spliff
Man we'd all be hiiiiiiiiigh-iiiiiigh.. iiiggghhhhh..
[Dove]
.. but it's not, so sober up
You flashin out like you paparaz'
You'll need to take a liver shot
to feel the heat on how we runnin it, YO
Chorus 1.75X (minus last line, 2nd time)
[Pos]
cause you're full time talkin while we, while we
while we lettin you know I'm in a
certified rhyme meadow for days
If you ask Mercenary bout this shit, it pays
Hitting Willie Mays style out the park
Mastering in this +Art+ that's +Official+
Your ears absorb this like tears, on a tissue
cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp
Distinct like E-Double's lisp
L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it
Got it? Get a piece
Got product that you all should own and not lease
Some say drummers play synonymous with ill
with wordplay, that keep us all paid like a bill
We're the parent company
You the sub in my D-I-vision
[Intro/Chorus: *sung*]
Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby
Dance with me, come on dance - with me baby
(repeat 2X)
[Dove]
How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz
when you lookin like somethin I need to know about?
I used to go about it the wrong way, tuggin your arm when you'd pass
But I see you got class besides all that
Yeah I'm picky in my own way too
While the rest of these fools is lookin to screw your brains out
I blamed that on why I stand froze
Practicin my hello's, hey lady, how you doin?
Renewin these vows is like fifty steps beyond from here
Shit I don't even know your name yet (word)
Ain't sure what your character contains yet
But damn lady, you could be my Valentine
Cupid got his infrared on my chest clocked
Let the rest flock, they just birds anyway
I grow my confidence in words the Henny way - yeah, buy me a drink
so we can sink into that thought path..
[Chorus]
[Pos]
Now you know you ain't right, eyein me up all night
despite the fact some kid is runnin chitta-chat in your ear
How the hell we get here, with me over here, and you over there
when we can make, such an obvious pair?
Why miss? Have you misread my shyness for conceit?
I'm peepin how you move it to the pace of the beat
Got my eyes on wide as they constantly collide with yours
Your heavenly body rushin the tide to shore
Your heavenly body rushin these guys to the floor
to find pleasure in your double digit design,
but these clowns look hurt
And as a woman's ex-nigga I'm a woman ex-pert
Understandin how the ovaries and all that shit work
Extremely dreamy, my eyes you look surprised
that I'm movin closer - don't be, I'm supposed to D.C.
Are you for real or a tease?
[Dove]
Now let that drink set in sweet, we up close and personal
Ain't nuttin dull about this, sharp like Swiss precision
(Caught you watch-in) my every move from the door
Teran escortin us to V.I.P., we live in D.C.
Shoestring dress I wanna fuck and make your hair look a mess
Suckin the straw huh? You know the head game
First place chick girl I'm all about winnin too
I want my trophy life-sized in a see through
[Pos]
This ain't your average, whip on your battered bridge
drivin song, your partner isn't your type
So I type it long with that ink that won't budge
or smudge off your memory; courtesy of SkyTel
My mail, pop up like some bubbles found on VH-1
Also need the math to your tele ph-one
Not the old man in the club who needs his dub to get rubbed
but sound the buzzer, I'm comin to sub
[announcer]
And you thought ghost weed was only for the thugs?
Hey hoe! (What?) Yeaaaaah you hoe! (Oh yeah me true true)
You can be down too!
*****
Yo yo, whatever to that
I got this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought
I got that shit DOWN PAT
Check hold on hold on let me hit that {*inhales*}
[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
Ella Fitz. 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 me 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
Turn that shit off man, what's wrong with you man?
You know we got a party man, get the other record
(Here we go)
(Let it go)
Just one more time, from 'Stix N Stonz'
It's the M I K E, ohh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got 'em scratchin' it like the fleas
And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop
Now, it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me
The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV
I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day
My essays are felt worldwide
We like four planets on the mic
Aligned arrays retired all in the days
Game, too blam for these lames
(Baby, baby)
When I was nine, I played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes leavin' ya stung
I got my own crew called the nasal tongue
Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin'
(Okay)
Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
(Disc jock)
It be some classic material kid
(Disc jock)
Got the calm cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock)
You get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got em by the stack
(Disc jock)
Got us walkin' all over the world
For all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
(Disc jock)
You can't get enough when we servin' this
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Now we'd like to introduce to you, Ad Rock
Ad Rock in the house you don't stop
It's the B E A S T I E B O Y S with the most finesse
Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass
But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass
(What?)
You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher
Get on the mic if you love all the creatures
Well yeah, I got these fishes swimmin' 'round my baracuda
Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter
Called 'em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep 'em level
And smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle
(Oww)
Firm on the mic since my days of a child
Got a 'License Too Ill' to flash to police
The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys
Bringin' 'Noise' like P.E. to your TV
Aiyyo, this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed
Stripped to the rhyme
And every line made from scratch
Attached like stripes to shell-toes
Thin spools that hold the herb
Mike what's the word?
(Word)
It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la
Rhymin' over old breaks like the Mardis Gras
Party people cross and bump they go, ooh, and they, ahh
And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La
(Disc jock)
Get the people dancin for real
(Disc jock')
Theater holdin' mass appeal
(Jock)
(Disc jock)
You can't get enough still
So here's another dose for you to feel
Put ya body in it
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
Come on Squat, come on Squat
I'm feelin' good, damn good but also confused
This stuff from hip-hop that's bein' misused
It's desirin', acquirin', tryin' to be like Iverson
If it means backstabbin' and also conspirin'
Now, the people in the front, you do the bump, bump
The people in the back, they're not the whack, whack
The people in the middle, come on and wiggle, wiggle
And the people on the side, we can all take a ride
In my VW I done swung an ep' or two
The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that
Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls
Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock
Well, I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper
From the middle school like the educated rapper
I'm known as an occupational MC
You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me?
It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly
(Rock)
Reachin' elevations too far for the eye
(Eye)
Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages
Seen and all the types
(All over the globe)
Who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear
(To clean out ya lobe)
And listen to a few views
From two crews spittin' for the art of it
We ain't takin' over but damn sure takin' part of it
Started it ever since we minced meat
You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog
Stay there, I'ma play there
('Cuz they pay there)
In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out
Signin' off, signin' off, our work is done
So come on party people
Have, have, have fun
(Have, have)
(Let it go)
We talkin' 'bout
Hot times, runnin' thru ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city
I ain't no thug son, my name is Plug Won
I drop a certified gem for him and her
Knockin' on your radio like the Crash Crew
Ask whoever you want, I'm managin' the funk on the paper
Outside of that we pull capers for days
Ridin' throughout the maze of street while we blaze the beat
Watchin' the sweet things wiggle they butt
To Plug Three on the cut, movin' on ya what
Ever ya got, we gon' get, bringin' our point to ya position
Rippin' stages with my thought coalition
Carryin' on, eradicate all your stress mode
Just another episode through these area codes, we bankin' on
Hot times, runnin' thru ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city
It's the hotness, talked about but never seen
Like the Loch-Ness 'til ya cop this, drop it inside your vein
And like a train, we be runnin' throughout your legs and arms
You're high off our talent and charm
Check the caliber, this be a smash
Like some food on stage for Gallagher
Wear ya bib 'cause it's messy
Niggaz schemin' on my girl as if my name was Jesse
Watch your manners, now let me pass it off to Dave Banner
Yo, I set travels like Karen LaRue
Small talkin' in the big city, it's all about gettin' the coins
Everywhere I go I touch a tenderloin
They sportin' a dot com Viet marker bomb
On your metro, Marta order iron horse
Yo take the cross and meet a nigga at the butcher
I'm cuttin' your girl, we on a world tour
Supplyin' your bloodstream with nothin' but the pure uncut, in ya
Hot times, runnin' thru ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city
Freak, freak, freak, freak the funk, the funk, the funk, the funk
Funk freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak, the freak
Freak, freak the funk, freak, freak the funk
We ain't walkin' on a yellow brick road
These streets stay red and bloody kid
Case study your code, so you can easily pass
I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation
If you crossin' my line, nigga do the same
I'm guaranteed to run through and prove the game
Ain't bigger than the pieces in it
You see the pieces in it had me stuck travelin' one side of map
Clappin' hands with rap cats who ain't deserve dap
Long hauls and livin' out a suitcase man
Chickenheads and gangs of fruitcakes man
Ain't nuttin' better than explorin' the outskirts
Especially when she ain't got no pantyhose on and it's on
Hot times, runnin' thru ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city
Hot times, runnin' thru ya city
If you miss it now, it'll sho' be a pity
We got hot times, runnin' thru ya city
Yo, it's like, the Mercenary gettin' down
And we got, Dave Banner gettin' down
And we got, Maseo gettin' down
And of course, my nigga Eno gettin' down
And we got, Jay Dee gettin' down
And of course, the Slum V gettin' down
And we got my man Khrist gettin' down
And we got, Com Sense gettin' down
And we got, N.D. gettin' down
You know Troy Hightower gettin' down
And we got, C. Smith gettin' down
I WAS..
[Pos]
.. on my way, to the disco
You know the club, Maseo was rockin rub that night
Midnight to four, name at the door
but the whole crew I can get in as well
So I got on my cell, called my nigga C. Smith
Let this be a jam that we need not miss
"Yeah I'm already en route," no doubt
Might even jump up on the mic
to make sure that this party's turned out
And we some punctual types, on time, look for the line
to stand we find girls screamin the blues
Miscellaneous shoes everywhere
"Yo Mase, what happened here?"
("Go Brooklyn!") Yo Brooklyn, y'all know the rules
Bump ?? people and out come the tools
Ain't been a fair fight since the creation of crews
and that's why them dudes hearts all pumped
Done closed the club down,
cause one of they niggaz got jumped
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
Uh-huh, you heard the hook
No matter you Braveheart or shook
You can catch a bottle from the right, tap to the left
Kicks to the mids relievin you of breath
I seen it done sloppy, seen it organized
Some saw it comin and for others it was SURPRISE
Catch a swollen eye and blood loss, courtesy of the
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
[Dove]
Yo! When they put the contracts out, bats and chairs included
Chicks can get into it - 'specially pretty broads
My New York City dawgs seem to master the art
When you hear the ("WHOO!") that's when the bullshit'll start
It only takes a second less you got on ice
Just for wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice
Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass
My only advice is don't fall and book ass
For the nigga who slip, don't fall in a position
where your lip'll catch a hickie (girl they'll fuck your mascara)
Shoot, go and ask Tara, just for havin good hair
man they left her ass cute, pulled it dead out the roots (ARRRGH!!)
It's never one or two of 'em, they headin out in troops
Timbos, hoodies loose over jumpsuits
Waitin for the first vic to disrespect
Catch a double-dutch rope around your neck in the midst of the
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
[Pos]
It's schematically plotted out to break hearts and bodies
and ya best believe we came to party
Don't cause trouble but still can find double the crew
against you and your peeps and leap-like-frogs on ya
for reasons like - not in the right part of town
actin like you wore a crown
Some occasions long and mean to earn the right
to throw signs wearin only one color scheme
And bein positive is no exclusion
That's an illusion - you can still catch contusions
for flossin your hard-earned shine
I'm talkin games ?? ?? the longest
then it's some other niggaz time
You'll get beat out of your mind just for rage
Shit my black ass almost got pulled off stage
Just for holdin it down on the mic, you could be talkin,
"Black people unite," and still catch a lump from the
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
** Jump, jump, jump to it! **
[Maseo]
Yo, it's this joint, called the art of getting jumped
We had to put this one on the album y'know?
Yeah - this is dedicated
to them punk motherfuckers out in Germany
That Turkish gang that jumped me up in the fuckin club
Tried to knock me senseless
They just couldn't get me though
That's why I second round outside on 'em
Pull out some fuckin guns - punk bastards
[announcer]Still not convinced about Ghost Weed?Well check this out!*****Yo I'm sayin...oh yeah, aight, yo, I can do anybody
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up and let's get ill, that's right y'all
We more than rough, we callin' your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes
(Brick city)
Yo, don't scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers
Puffin' Smokey the bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps
They on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it
(Rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats
For both child, woman and man
God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall
It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt
Got your chin touched by my fam
Who thought you brought harm, you see
I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies
Y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court
But I don't think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin' high
Since Luke was Luke Skywalk
Man, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame
All over your game like them shorties who claim
That Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug
A life filled with (unverified) that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice
While it muffles your voice
Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold
'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss
Most crews are post current while we're forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you and I versity
Of hard hitters, for real
I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine
And get, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight
Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
Big moneys make the big decisions
Keep hip hop alive, it's just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap
I had a name for makin' paper since paper mache
Now, my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to God damn
Damn God, you're killin' it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it
Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo
Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed
(Shh, shh, shh, shh)
They did a job
Took all my goodies out from under the tree
Except the CD's
Of shiny suit rappers and flossin' M C's
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know, no wack poems get no play in our homes
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else we gon' relax your mind
Let your conscious be free
Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk ass man
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
Brick city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Hahahahahahahahaha!
[Freddie Foxxx]
HA! Check it out!
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to check my niggaz De La Soul
See y'all niggaz don't really wanna bust dat shit huh
Yaknahmsayin? So I'ma show you niggaz
the super-laser-gamma-ultra-killa-nigga special
You niggaz ain't no killers
You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody nigga
You better keep rhymin nigga
'fore I smack the shit outta you you little fuckin sissy
You niggaz ain't real; that's right
It's De La Soul baby, and Bumpy motherfuckin Knuckles baby
Alright, c'mon on!
[Maseo (?)]
Check my stats, entire - apparat'
Even from the days when I had to roll strapped
Wonderin if I gotta go back to that
Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts
to tracks and stack, one (?) got kayed
Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my style will never fade
Managin to keep it all A-grade
So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth
(??) (??) some niggaz I know
If I need a mayday
Bust some fuckin niggaz tryin to play me cra-zay
Causin interruptions to my big pay-day
Playin with them guns make them fuckin lea-ry
but if it's clear-ly
Merely and surely and, how it's gotta be
I got some thorough niggaz that's ridin me
So witcha bullshit I'm not buyin it B
Don't come around thinkin you can try it with me
Cause uhh..
Chorus: repeat 2X
You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh)
You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no)
You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh)
You don't wanna bust dat shit (no no!)
You don't wanna bust dat shit (uh-uhh!)
You don't wanna bust dat shit (NO NO!)
You don't wanna bust dat shit (UH-UHH!)
You don't wanna bust dat shit!!
[Maseo (?)]
Shick shick, CLIK-A-CLIK
This is where my people headin at
Innocent people are carryin gats
Now what the fuck is all that?
Is it cause times is live like a wire
gettin shock treated by the crossfire
Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared
to make my decision for my livin
I ain't the one +Robin+ I'm the one +Given+
Hip-Hop driven, and willin to die for it
When Scott LaRock died man I cried and shit
Then some cats got rich callin a woman a bitch
but ain't no woman like the one I got
and if you call her a bitch well you might get (*BLAM*)
And I know the feelings is mutual
It's uncivilized and unsuitable
Crips and bloods are recruitable
Chorus
[Freddie Foxxx]
Ha ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin point, HUH?
You niggaz get the motherfuckin point, HUH?
That's right so while you niggaz is sittin up in central booking
Crying like bitches, HUH?
I'm in the motherfuckin holdin block
waitin for your sweet pussy punk ass
And I'ma whoop the shit out of you
for gettin on a fuckin record, actin like you a fuckin killer
I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin killer's all about, HUH?
You niggaz ain't no motherfucking gangsters
You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin shit punk
I'll punch your whole chest cavity out faggot
You ain't no real nigga, nigga
I'll smack the shit out of you
cause you ain't a fuckin live nigga
You sittin in central booking, cryin like a bitch
Waitin for your father, to come bail you out
and Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit nigga
That's right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin know
And yo De La, check it out - it's your motherfuckin man
And if any one of them niggaz get sidewindin with you nigga
let me know, and I will send them niggaz hot ones
like I'm a motherfuckin Mexican - feel me on that one HUH?
Cause them niggaz know me nigga
Believe me nigga they know me
The motherfuckin troublemaker, that's right
And De La Soul, is rollin with Bump' Knux' nigga
So WHAT?!?!! Tell me, WHAT?!?!?!
[Chaka Khan]
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh!
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh
Oooh noo-ohhh, noo-ohhh!
Chorus: Chaka Khan (repeat 2X)
It ain't all good, and that's the truth
Thangs ain't goin like you think they should - it's all on you
[Chaka Khan]
I don't care about what you think you see
the thangs you want to know when you look at me
God knows I done been through and paid my dues
Can't change how you feel, cause it's - all on you-whoahhha-ohhh-yeah
[Dove]
I wish that, you could be a little bit more upfront
Weigh the situation how you want (right)
The lovin that you claim is just a four letter word
The third letter's invitin so visualize the verb
You curve thoughtways when you're handlin the candleabra
so you sittin on the baby grand
Transmittin like you're made of man
but you paint a funny face like a chick
When I see you I'ma tell you quick that uhh..
Chorus 1/2
[Dove]
I can't believe we built this large pizza pie together
No pepperoni
Yeah you wanted extra cheese, sometimes I gave you extras
How we divided slices like the Red Sea theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn zapora
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
but my microscope couldn't see or cope with that
I had to bolt from that, and left you dead in the sea
It's better for me, I'm satisfied with reppin for D
[Pos]
We were certified hot, then dropped to lukewarm
Now we back up in the spot, claimin never been gone
Niggaz who cut us off, wanna reattach us now
(Them girls who brushed us off, say they want some #'s to dial)
Yeah I give that ass a number, and some lumber to pile
Now catch a curve from my kick (or show me lovin by brick)
So stick to the same plan, don't come shakin my hand
like we peeps, it ain't beef but be sure to understand
Between us, it ain't all..
Chorus
[Pos] You see them kids be schemin on what we done copped
[Cha] Always out there schemin!
[Pos] They steady fiendin for the moment they can get us off the block
[Cha] Why they always fiendin?
[Pos]
Your people might have your back, but you need to watch your front
Indeed, ain't nothin guaranteed
[Chaka Khan]
That's the truth! Things ain't goin like you think they should
[Pos]
A lot say they wanna walk in my size 10's
Aight then; here's a pair
Lace 'em up tight then you might feel what was dealt to me
You see ain't no young boys up in here; keep a clear head
Tryin to keep my pockets on stuffed - like deer heads
upon the wall, so all the gall we get from y'all DON'T FAZE
So mind your biz and walk away
cause I'm never gonna let you up inside my maze
[Chaka Khan]
I don't care about what you think you see
the thangs you want to know when you look at me
God knows I done been there and paid my dues
I can't change how you feel, cause it's all, on you-whoahhha-ohhhhh
Chorus
[Chaka Khan ad libs to end]
Yo, who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life
Got bitches throwin' they drawers on stage, that ain't me
I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC
Love money like I love my moms
Love my nigga Com Sense
When he bang dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit, I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin' the same hoes who used to be mine
And I've been waitin' three summers to rhyme alongside my people
Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal
Dose of hop hippin' if you thought CaTash was slippin'
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin'
CaTash put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized
Yo, you better recognize and try to analyze this
Hand over fist, how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo, get rid of the niggaz before the same thing happen to you
And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin' out, girls freakin' out
Motherfuckin' cops tweakin' out
Got you on your knees like a freak
Jugglin' deez nuts smugglin' these cuts from S.C.
You best believe there's no web or weave a net
We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat
Yo, what you know about my writes?
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off night?
What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright
And what you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know about my writes?
Yeah, yeah, look, I'm Samson without Delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol
My celly's a Desert Eagle for all the fuckin' shots I call
My niggaz gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office 'cause it's time for you to roll somethin'
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you stole somethin'
Yo these styles I kick should be called Bic raps
Drawin' the pussy out the nigga after my prize, 'cause I won it
They stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the party real quiet
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it from home to L.A. with connectin' flights to rip it elsewhere
Drinkin' up Black and Tan in the back of a van
I learned as a young man, long trip, piss in a can
Gettin' a house for two grand, now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, everyday have a plan
Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Black Tarzan
You got to live with the cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly, take a Stand
And go, 'Uptown Saturday Night' like Geechie Dan
I keep it dirty like under the bed
Dirty like Uncle Red, aiyyo, well hella poo-poo
Dirty brown Liquid flow thicker than the Yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin' out, chef tellin' it all
Face down in the dirt, doin' my dirty work
Expert, tryin' to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stiff with it
If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it
Yo, what you know about my writes?
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off night?
What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright
And what you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know about my writes?
And I've been known to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and leave 'Potholes in Yo' Lawn'
You makin' diss songs? Spit that rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggaz down like the Y-2-K
I did a tour in ninety-four with De La Soul and Tribe
We on the same vibe, 'cause real niggaz coincide
The situation is drastic
But see songs like these is why this album goin' classic
This is for the DJ, bring it back one time
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to rhyme
I'm old school like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', Plug Won, who the baddest?
Aiyyo, we theme park status, upstage these niggaz like Gladys
Them little Pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin' they legs, while I'm claimin' these tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority bathrooms
Yeah, we flat out classic, separate the real from the plastic
And I ain't gotta say no names
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up, take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin' sure that Hollywood burn
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground
Trick-ass niggaz is all up in the game and don't deserve to be down
Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that
And what you know about us droppin' ya
And leavin' you with half a face like the Phantom of the Opera?
And what you know about my writes?
What you know about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off night?
What you know about niggaz frontin' for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights?
Got a nigga duckin' while them girls show fright
And what you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know about my writes?
Ah, what you know about my writes?
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
I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile
He had daisies in his hat, so I stopped him for a while
He delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage
What it was was more then plug-up dosage more than daisy age
Conversation drew a rule, which the crowd will roar by millions
Mr. Crocodile said, "Dove, you must look
For now the villains try to hold you underwater
But one thing we all must heed Sony Walkmans keep us walking
De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water"
As I walked along my journey, I thought, "What have I just learned?"
In a flash I saw commotion there was movement in these ferns
Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?
I shouted out in fear, "Who's there? It's me," said Mr. Squirrel
"I've searched for you all over, now you're found no time to waste
We must find the preacher man, we must find the P.A. Mase
For my population's dying, and we're all in tune to doom
Like the daisy, I need water, I need chesnuts to consume"
"Mr. Squirrel," I said, "I'm sorry, but the problem can't be solved
If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved
Always look to the positive and never drop your head
For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread
So let's tread water"
Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said, "Plug time's up"
Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup
As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish
I looked down and then around and I heard
"Hi! I'm Mr Fish, How do you do? As for me
I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean
And no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Fillet
See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do
Though you're fed up, throw your head up
With this advice ffrom me to you and that's to tread water"
As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun
As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard "Psst, excuse me, Plug One"
From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered "Yes, are you talking to me?"
"No alarm meant," he said, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Mr Monkey"
"Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five
Now how does your problem meet?"
He said, "My bananas are at their ripest, but they all
Stand at three feet, my swinging hand is bandaged up
Could you help me with this chore?"
I brought him down to the Native shop
And bought him copies of the De La score
Which assisted well in his elevation
Now all bananas is at his grasp
He decided with this accomplished
He would put me on to the path
He to my to live by the Inner Sound, y'all
Which would bring me health in showbiz
Then to use them, not abuse them
And then in the words that got me to 'em
Yeah, flip mode, y'all, whatchu talkin' 'bout?
De La' y'all, whatchu talkin' 'bout?
Whatchu talkin' 'bout?
Yo, you gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans
It's so hot, it'll make your face tan
Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland
Bit y'all in my mouth but you taste bland
I feel fake, niggaz and mince these snake niggaz
That hiss but won't bite, false alarm
And if it don't, Rockwild, we fin' to drop a bomb
Strong grip on a mic like we Stretch Arm
I been shine, you been warned and been torn
Get smacked for the B.S. you been on
Storm bad weather or not you stay scorned
For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato
Rhymes still drippin' like stu-b's, you groupies
Need to show I.D. before the bust down
Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo
And drop it on you heavy like a hippo
Now you heard that?
To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see y'all
Women doin' what they wanna, I.C. y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all
Wouldn't wanna be y'all, be y'all
It's the one and only effect that you catch from a cassette
Straight wig out the world and girls, we straight dig out ya back
With letters spellin' out my name
All over your marquee 'cause the spark is me
Currently, we can be seen across your screen
Stayin' wide eyed 'cause you niggaz tryin' to scheme
Welcome to the spot, I'm slaying with it
Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice
You speak ghetto, falsetto on the mic device
Tryin' to give me third degree, you just a third of me
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
Who quoted Vance Wright? No one can serve us
My squad advance heights quite superb
Just kick off your shoes, jump on the jock
It's been a long time comin' this, you need to cop
To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see y'all
Women doin' what they wanna, I.C. y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all
Wouldn't wanna be y'all, be y'all
It goes one, two, three, four
Bounce so much, I ricochet up off the floor
So, raw shit the most raw you ever saw
Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door
Baby, open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse
Quick Jamaican dick style, all in they house
I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is
My mouth dirty so follow while I display the slackness
Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums
When I was young, mom's put soap on my tongue and yo-yo
Forever we gettin' this cheddar with the quickness
While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness
Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes
We gettin' money with whoever even the Jews
The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes
Fuck a nigga up with De La like [Incomprehensible] amuse
To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see y'all
Women doin' what they wanna, I.C. y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over
I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all
Who you foolin.. only foolin (2X)
[Dove]
Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner
Scannin proper with my sight muscle
This rap shit, is just my night hustle
My J-O's to stay fearin of my G-O-D
Whether what may, meet me at the front door
See the pressure got a nigga knockin shit off his desk
Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue
Stay pertinent to the issues
Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals
sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run
Stay (?) like black folks some (?)
mostly fakin it, to make it
[Pos]
I play low-key til it's time for you to know me
Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly
Holy shit! Now look what I get
A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix
In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit
Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people
Them niggaz screamin fam til they rank measure equal
then vote, without leavin a note, and that was all she wrote
Arranged produced my slang's obtuse
but some distort, tellin stories like Mother-the-Goose
My true fam's (??) back since with Vince Mason
We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin
Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin
Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key
but you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb
Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme
[Dove]
While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories
Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series
Been here, just pleadin the same case
ever since we spaced about "3 Feet"
Pinchin your ears, inchin for years
but you still stuck at the mezzanine and
we at the penthouse level with the same old rugs
same old tubs, same old tables and same faults
Same crew and the same old train of thought
Chorus: De La Soul
My guess you need to head West (who you foolin)
Thought we'd fall for your phonyness you're (only foolin)
yourself, thought you were down - it takes more than a smile
and a couple of pounds to be crew
Man you bound to get your tail caught (who you foolin)
Spreadin yourself thin see you're (only foolin)
yourself, thinkin all you need is the wealth
You need to peep your whole circle out
[Pos]
Yo, since Jam Master Jay been rockin without a band
and that sister k.d. lang been sexin without a man
we brought our ultimate plan to birth
Put in work for this game, it's not a game to me
We've been furnished the props
Now we out to furnish properties we own
That's right (so) cats might know we ain't home
My throne's threatened by fiends, try to do dirt
Play Tony Randall - have that ass cleaned
[Dove]
Unveiled I see your exhibition, y'all need to cover that
Fatherless styles, y'all really need to mother that
Same expose, different page
but when you see me in it it's the same old Dave
[Pos]
Y'all silly, you're just a civili', I'm a soldier
Troopin in this path til the death won us over
So if life is a party begin, to understand
just like the DJ, we stayin to the end
Chorus: De La Soul
How you think you gon' get away? (who you foolin)
Changin faces on the regular you're (only foolin)
yourself, big top status, paintin your face
Who you think you really gonna fool huh?
We watch, what we got so (who you foolin)
around on my premises you're (only foolin)
you, into thinkin you can break in too
my place, and not have to face, our position
Yo, this girl called me..
"Hi Pos! Heard your shit, back in style baby!"
.. heard the De La, said I'm back in style y'know?
Heh..
[scratching]
"You-you-you.. you need to stop"
"I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
"Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith
"There's always ONE.. (ONE!)"
"Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains" -> Rebel INS
"There it is!!"
"I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
[Pos/Plug Won]
The average MC sells terror
We nail terror up against the wall for target practice
Not one of your top five MC's
but I see clearly with ease you lack this
Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
playin host to your regiment
who rally to boast, but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
I came specifically, to fracture yo' ability
to grandstand anywhere next to me
This is the year, when the true better man
keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word!)
Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
by the ones who hated me on spittin tighter
Salute these "Supa Emcees" for bein clever;
and never use the weed as a ghost writer
[scratching]
"I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
"Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith
"Run a rapper through a maze like a experiment" -> Malik B
"Yeah, word up!"
"I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
[Pos/Plug Won]
Contrary to popular truth, these youth are runnin scared
so in one stare they gettin strapped
Cash rules NUTTIN from below the belt
The dick choose to melt asses where them dollars at?
(Where them dollars at?) Musta been bitten by a rabbit
Actin silly like that; your pop culture need a diaper change
I'm snatchin the mic, like I'm lootin
with a whole lot of shootin while you're keepin out of sniper range
Your aim's to please, my aim's to freeze
you dead center in your tracks with your hands high
Ain't no tricks, we set it to fire like Hendrix
All the hard rocks at liquor spots
All over the scene, makin it messy
so we make a clean getaway to a better day
Can't say the same, for them cats who left the game
cause they couldn't claim the better pay
This ain't no masquerade
so the mass parade of people need to stop frontin
There's truly a few makin them hits
while us, we got our mitts closed cause you on the field buntin
Make it to third bass, but never reach home
The word is, your whereabouts is unknown
While we're that point of view, that you never really knew
with the stitch to keep the cut sewn (De La!)
[scratching]
"I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" -> Prodigy
"Jam's off the meter yo, this {shit} is hot" -> P. Smith
ROCK A BYE BABY!! ON THE TREE TOP!!
WHEN THE WIND BLOWS!! THE CRADLE WILL ROCK!!
MASE:
Yo Pos and Dove, stand clear to be plugged up into line one and two
So y'all can flaunt the new style of speak
(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)
(Mmm-hmm, yeah)
Flowing in file with a new style
Barrels are cleaned and loaded for salute
Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouth
This paragraph preacher is now introduced
Drums are heard sounding off on each and every person
Vocal confetti is blown at top stage
Roses and violets aren't proper for throwing
When showing appreciation, why? This is a Daisy Age
Hands won't sweat 'cause there's no threat
Mic will stay dry while pitchin' so loose
Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time
'Cause they're marketed and labeled sticker 'Posdnuos'
This pitch will fit with every consumer
Microphone loosed in cycles, start blooming
Profit and cost should never be lost
All due to a clue of a naughty noise called
Plug Tunin'
(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
(Mmm-hmm, yeah)
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
DOVE:
Dazed at the sight of a method
Dying at the death of a neverending verse
Gasping and swallowing every last letter
Vocalised liquid holds the quench of your thirst
Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown
Different individuals are dazzled with the showbiz
Auditions are gathered but the Soul would just rather
Hold a count at three and in the end leave it as it is
Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi
Leaving are fixed lunatics who will hawk
Words are sent to the vents of humans
Then converted to a phrase called talk
Musical notes will send a new motto
Every last poem is recited at noon
Focus is set, let your polaroids click
As they capture the essence of a naughty noise called
Plug Tunin'
(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
(Mmm-hmm, yeah)
Vocal in doubt is an uplift
And real is the answer that I answer with
Dying yet live, what you must realise
THat the tune that I present is surely not a gift
Different in style is definite
And style which I flaunt is sure legit
Now set aside, I say I hold pride
In performing this melodic misfit
So swing 'cause this pitcher is pitching
In sense JD Dove is now saying
All sing along to his favorite song
WHile the pocket transistors are playing
But least but not last I'm frightened
For the words that I reply hold doom
Life of the check can be stopped by accident
When you're tripping the wire of the Plug Tune
(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
(Mmm-hmm, yeah)
(No-one that I know can live my life for me)
(Are you ready for this?)
(It's Delacratic)
If I want to I could jump off this building.
(It's Delacratic)
I could hold two pieces of doo-doo in my hand.
(It's Delacratic)
I could call everybody in that room a rubberneck.
(It's Delacratic)
Come on, please?
(It's Delacratic)
I can say anything that I want.
(It's Delacratic)
I could wave my hand in my air.
(It's Delacratic)
I could stick my hand up my nose.
(It's Delacratic)
I could hold my foot and count the toes.
(It's Delacratic)
I can do anything.
(Possie? Dovie? Masie?)
POS:
Greetings, girl, and welcome to my world of phrase
I'm right up to bat
It's a Daisy Age and you're about to walk top-stage
So wipe your Lottos on the mat
Hip-hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz your
Involvements before the sun
But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport
And who's better for this than Plug One
Now you don't have to worry about me squashin' other deals
'Cause they've already been squooshed
Freeze a frame about moods the same which we can continue
Right behind the bush
You'll stay with me
Eye Know this
But not because of all my earthly treasures
Or regardless to the fact that I'm Posdnuos
But because
(Eye know Eye love you better)
DOVE:
May I cut this dance to introduce myself as
The chosen one to speak
Let me lay my hand across yours
And aim a kiss upon your cheek
They name's Plug Two
And from the soul I bring you
The Daisy of your choice
May it be filled with the pleasure principle
In circumference to my voice
About those other Jennys I reckoned with
Lost them all like a homework excuse
This time the Magic Number is two
'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce
My destiny of love is brought to an apex
Sex is a mere molecule
In this world of love that I have for you
It's true
(Eye know Eye love you better)
POS:
Now it's time to let this rhyme style
Get somewhat poured in the mold
Take my hand and we'll pick my plantation
Of Daisies for a bouquet of Soul
Life will begin at the cut of a rim
Take it as filled to the rim as in brim
Squeeze your stoop like Betty Boop
We'll make Campbell's Alphabet Soup
And spell Plug One's within
Forward march is the say
When transistors will play
Come into bed is the mood
Dolby sound will be then top crowned
When I put the needle into your groove
I got a good thing
And in full swing
I show this in gifts, words or letters
But even without those three
Eye know you'll be close to me 'cause
(Eye know I love you better)
DOVE:
It's I again and the song that I send
Is taking steps to reach your heart
Any moment you feel alone
I can fill up your empty part
We can ascend 'till we reach De La Heaven
And in a spin we'll hit the Top Ten
Then we will meet Mr Stuckie
And Pos' brother Lucky will preach
Let the wedding begin
Shot by an arrow of cupid
Through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're def
And if you can hear me, by golly gee,
Trugoy is ready for what you posess
We could live in my Plug Two home
And on Mars where we could be all alone
And we make a song for two,
Picture perfect things and I sing of how
Dove:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my de la clothes
Or is it just my de la song?
What I do ain’t make-beleive
People say I sit and try
But whan it comes to being de la
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
Pos:
Now you tease my plug one style
And my plug one spectacles
You say plug one and two are hippies
No, we’re not, that’s pure plug bull
Always pushing that we’ve formed an image
There’s no need to lie
When it comes to being plug one
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
Dove:
Proud, I’m proud of what I am
Poems I speak are plug two type
Please oh please let plug two be
Himself, not what you read or write
Right is wrong when hype is written
On the soul, de la that is,
Style is surely our own thing
Not the false disguise of showbiz
De la soul is from the soul
And this fact I can’t deny
Strictly from the dan called stuckie
And from me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
Pos:
Glory, glory hallelu
Glory for plugs one and two
But that glory’s been denied
By kizids and dookie eyes
People think they dis my person
By stating I’m darkly pack
I know this so I point at q-tip
And he states, ’black is black’
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Please keep on up with the nuts
So I don’t get in aftermath
But if I do I’ll calmly punch them
In the fourth day of july
’cause they tried to mess with
Third degree, that’s me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
It’s just me myself and i
(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?)
Mary had a little lamb, that's a fib
She had two twins though an' one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this effect is ground common in these parts
Now life in this world can be such a bitch
An' dreams are often torn an' shattered an' hard to stitch
Negative, the attitude that runs the show
When the stage is the G H E T T O
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow?
Either Peter, Jane or John or Joe
But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk
An' Peter's pimpin' Jane an' John a punk
Infested are the halls also the brains
Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains
Mommy's flyin' high, the truth is shown
The kids are all alone
'Cause it's just the ghetto thang
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
Who ranks the baddest brother? The ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
Attention in the largest span an' loves to lead
Always found at the jams but never dance
Just provoke violence due to one glance
The future plays no matter, just the present flow
When the greetin' place is the G H E T T O
Lies are pointed strong into your skull
Deep within your brain, against the wall
To hide or just erase a glowin' note
Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat
Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar
Those who blame the G for all bizarre
So open up your vents an' record well
For this is where we stand for the true tell
Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways
Now there could be some ghetto games an' ghetto play
If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range
Then there must be some ghetto love an' ghetto change
Though confident, they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold
The truth they never told
'Cause it's just the ghetto thang
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
Do people really wish when they blow
Out the cake candles? An' if so
Is it for the sunken truth which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides?
Roses in the ring supply their shown relief
Granted it's planted by their shown belief
Kill an' feed off your own brother, man
Has quickly been adopted as the master plan
Posses of our people has yet to provoke
Freedom or death to them is just a joke
What causes this defect? I don't know
Maybe it's the G H E T T O
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
Standin' in the rain is nothin' felt
When problems hold more value but never dealt with
Buildings crumblin' to the ground
Impact noise is solid sound
But who's the one to say this life is wrong
When ghetto life is chosen strong
We seem to be misled about our dreams
'Coz dreams ain't what it seems
When it's just the ghetto thang
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
It's just the ghetto thang, word
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Uh-huh! All right now! Oh yeah! Yo! Word! Oh! Yeah! Uh-huh!)
MASE:
Yo yo yo yo! We got De La Soul in the house, the producer Prince Paul,
P.A. Mase, and I wanna know one thing!
Yo, yo! You gotta show right up your hands, let me hear you say Aa-ow!
(AA-OW!)
Aa-ow!
(AA-OW!)
Come on! Come on! Come on!
POS:
Plug One on the mic, P-L-U-G-O-N-E, yo what's up,
you know about Jimmy, you know about Jenny,
I want everybody in this place, c'mon, say Plug it up!
(PLUG IT UP!)
Say Plug it up!
(PLUG IT UP!)
You got somebody next to you with some bad-ass breath,
I want you to tell that brother, come on, tell him Take a Luuden!
(TAKE A LUUDEN!)
Say take a Luuden!
(TAKE A LUUDEN!)
Plug Two!
DOVE:
Sto-o-op! Here we go!
If you like to drink some soda, let me hear you say Coca-Cola!
(COCA-COLA!)
Coca-Cola!
(COCA-COLA!)
Stop!
PAUL:
Ah yeah, pump it, pump it, ah yeah, pump it up!
You if you got doo doo in your pocket, you got doo doo in your pocket,
put one hand in the air like this, wave it back and forth, say doo doo!
(DOO DOO!)
Say doo doo!
(DOO DOO!)
Come on! Ah yeah!
MASE:
Yeah yeah this is Plug Three! This is Plug Three! Yeah! Say hoo!
(HOO!)
Hoo!
(HOO!)
POPMASTER HIGHT:
Hey De La Soul, you fucking lasagne heads, that's better than my mama's lasagne!
Hey! Hey, come on! That was freakin' A, man!
I really wanna take it back home with me, you know!
I really get into your fuckin' music! It's so excellent!
Ah, you big sconzilli heads! De La Soul's so fuckin' great!
DOVE:
Dove:
This is de la orgee...
(various male and female grunting, panting and screaming sounds, including...)
(it's in there.)
(say you like it. tell me you like it.)
(I like it, oh I like it)
(more! more!)
(what's my name? what's my name? )
(flip over!)
(mase!)
(on your stomach. put your face in the pillow.)
(yes!)
(seven feet. seven feet long!)
(cut it!)
(you like jimmy? tell me you like jimmy.)
(I like jimmy!)
(speak to jimmy.)
(I like jimmy...)
(cut the damn tape!)
Hello
Meany, meany, meany, meany
(Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany
(Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, mean
Meany, meany, meany, meany
(Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany
(Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, mean
(Okay)
Hello, it's the soul, troopin' in wit the Jungle patrol
And this one's about the KO's, the knockouts out there
Who's holdin' my buddy? Hold up
(Wait a minute)
Now just wait, we're gonna talk about Buddy on this plate
But before we let the herd out the gate
Make sure the all the levels are straight out the jungle
(The Jungle, the Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers)
De La Soul from the soul
Black medallions no gold
Hangin' out wit Posm hangin' out wit Mase
Buddy buddy buddy all in my face
For the lap Jimbrowski must wear a cap
Just in case the young girl likes to clap
Ain't for the wind but before I begin
I initiate the buddy with a slap
Now for the next, I'm the Q-Tip from 'A Tribe Called Quest'
And when I quest for the buddy I don't fess
For my Jimmy wants nothin' but the best
(The best)
The best
Let's stick out Jimmy and see what we can catch
(Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, jimmy)
Next won't be needed unless
(Jenny wanna get right to the flesh)
(Sweet little woman, sweet little woman)
I won't lie, I love B U D D Y
(Why)
'Cause I never let it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny I seem
(Very serious)
Like a Peak Freen
Buddy is the act that occurs on the lip
When Jenny and Jimmy start shootin' the gift
Boy, let me get shot, I won't even riff
Buddy, buddy, don't you know you make me go nutty
I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy
Not too skinny and not too chubby, soft like silly putty
Miss Crabtree, I hope that you're not mad at me
'Cause I told you that it was your buddy
That was making me ever so horny, junglelistically horny
On the dial my buddy talks to me for a while
Plug Two is the, Q to her tip
On the A side and sometimes the flip
(Gotta, gotta flip this record)
Buddy is the bud to my daisy tree
And the luuden to my do re mi
And the pleaser to my man Plug 3
(Plug 3 gets all the buddy)
Behind my bush, my buddy likes the way that I push
And like a champ just knock it on out
Never ever once sellin' out
(Oh, let loose the juice)
My buddy helps me to
(De La my Soul)
Keepin' Jimmy in total control
Without Buddy I'd be on a roll
Hey girl, I heard ya lookin' for some good times
If you Quest from the Soul here's what we'll find
A whole lot of fun lots of fun together
Just like kissin' cousins
(Yeah that's kinda clever)
Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close
If you be my buddy I will toast
That we're like Ethel Merts and Lucille MacGillicuddy
You can be mines and I can be your buddy
The best buddy's in evening wear
Long lovin' less tru know
(He's in there)
I feel sorry for those who pay a fare word to the D
(A fee)
I don't beg, I just tease my buddy with my right leg
And when it's ready what's said is buddy is best in bed
Fly buddy told us all to get into a circle
Said, "Don't worry 'cause I won't hurt you
All I really wanna do is freak you"
(She freaked us)
And I watched and then I checked my swatch
To see the time
The Soul had formed a buddy line
And that buddy was
(Mine all mine)
Now when Tribe, the Jungle, and De La Soul
Is at the clubs our ritual unfolds
Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands
(Then Jenny start flockin' it everywhere)
'Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware
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
Ahh yeah, ah ah ah
Prince Paul likes Buddy
Posdnuos likes Buddy
Trugoy likes Buddy
Mase likes Buddy
Wouldn't you like to Buddy too? Ooh
Prince Paul needs a haircut
Mase needs a haircut
Posdnuos needs a haircut
Trugoy would you please give us a haircut?
Prince Paul needs a luuden
Trugoy needs a luuden
Posdnuos needs a luuden
Mase needs a luuden
Everybody I want to just get a luuden
Paul has dandruff
Posdnuos has a lot of dandruff
Mase has big fat dandruff
Trugoy has dandruff
Everybody in the world, you have dandruff
Dante is a scrubb
Dante is a scrubb (scrubb)
Dante is a scrubb (is a big scrubb)
Dante is a scrubb (a super scrubb) (scrubb)
(And ya not gettin' the haircut either, scrubb!)
If the meek shall inherit the earth and not the weak
Let me inherit the street, fuck it
You know what I mean? I mean, I love life, man
You know what I mean, life is beautiful
It's just the shit in it that's fucked up
It's rough but it's fair
People gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean you know
He hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
You feel me?
I'm a rhyme artist
Out here tryin' to grind my hardest
Up early so to milk the cow
Keep my John Deere out here plowin' the fields
To keep my John Hancock's worth up in the now
Went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on a chart
Positions is part of my mission to hangin' on top
Gotta get your polly cracker or with them crackers
And them scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt
I'm hands on with it all up in my cuticles
Some try to get off the farm but fell into harm
Of gettin' in the game of those street pharmaceuticals
But I was raised in those blue collar themes
Havin' white collar dreams 'cause I see what it means
And though the meek shall inherit the earth but don't forget
The poor are the one's who inherit the debt
You can bet I got better things to do than that
I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys
Came on my land, seized my cattle and catalog
As if it wouldn't leave me less than coy
But I'm far from bitter even farther from quittin'
Got a grind date to make, no time for sittin'
And playin' XBox, stand up and exercise my rights
As of by seen of through masta's eye
It's the grind date
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm sick of askin' that
I mean the street philosophy is that
I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the meat
At least I have some kind of food and drink
Because sometimes you can't come back
Like momma said, "If you need 5 cents don't ask for 3
Ask for 10, that's for sure"
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for that
I was born with the boom bap, respect the name
My hands on experience was hands on my first contract
Taught me quick how to respect the game
Introduced to the block, got used to the block
But your neighbors be the one's who throw shit on your lawn
It's like every single time we pop, they got annoyed
But we got ahead and we got along
And puttin' work on the calendars, worse on them calendars
Worth of hump days that broke the camel's back
The grind'll make today look gray
And paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black
Meet the rhyme, street grind, son, whatever the beast
I'm a take it at the horns till the pinky toe torn
And show you why we here this long
'Cause when it comes to puttin' in work
Once again it's on
I'm just like everybody else, man
An average nigga with above average potential
You know what I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman
I'm sayin' that I know how to act like a gentleman
In order to get the things that I need
And if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do that
This ain't no accident, man, we, we stayin' this
You damn right I am proud of myself, man
I'm proud of my team, man
I don't want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real?
I don't have sex with people I do business with neither
And that's the real
But I do, do business with people that I have sex with
So if there ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on
Yo, something's wrong here, no, not again
Get the daisies for the
Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn
Everybody's sayin', what to do
When suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin'
They don't know that the soul don't go for that potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet which I concentrated so hard on
See I don't ask for maximum security but my dwellin' is swellin'
It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot where no ink or an ink-blot was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new 'Mot' but now it's gone,
There's no suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time I'm writin', it's gone
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee
Potholes in my lawn
I've found that it's not wise to leave my garden untended
'Cause eyes has now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer see
After seeing that everyone's sayin' what to do when suckers are preyin'
Upon my well-guarded spreadsheets
Oh why, hell does it send up fleets of evil-doers through the big hole
To get to evil-doers who dig holes which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces to give clues or better yet call 911
And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason for concern of the Soul
'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee
Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Now you got the message
What to do when you die the death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin'
It's a shame that you deny to claim
That you stole my words of fame that I wrote in my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on
See I don't ask for a barbed wire fence B
My dwellin' is swellin', it nipped my bud
When I happened to fall into a spot
Where no ink or an ink-blot was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new 'Mot' but now it's gone there's no
Suckers knew that I hate to recognize
That every time I'm writin' it's gone
Potholes in my lawn
Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a
The sounds that you're about to hear are
Strickly Dan Stuckie
This is an attack of a killer bee [Incomprehensible], wow
Sting, sting, sting, but hey
(Daisy, Daisy, Daisy)
I love daisies, I love daisies
Yo what up? It's Paul, got ten minutes each
I'm here to get this piece to redo it or there's one we left for you
Whatever you, whatever you said, I agree
That's why I was to get tore up on I am I be, that rhymed
Umm, quest Que C? Yo, man they dissed me in the
Source man they gave me no credit for my songs
For the Slick Rick stuff gave credit for songs I did
That's a diss, I'm mad man, I hate, and I hate
And you can quote me and you can record this
And put this on a record I hate them, I hate them
And I'm ma get them, if it's the last thing I do
Great all dedication
Mos Def affiliation
Adequate representation
This is the phat presentation
De La foundation
Common Sense collaboration
Peace to all of you Haitians
Check it out
If money makes a man strange, we gots to rearrange
So what makes the world go 'round
If love is against the law, listen I don't know
Gotta change how it's goin' down
If money makes a man strange, we gots to rearrange
So what makes the world go 'round
And if love is against the law, listen I don't know
Gotta change the way it's goin' down
I fell in love with this fish who got caught in my mesh
But yo she burned my scene up like David Koresh
I guess a diamond ain't nothing but a rock with a name
I guess love ain't nuttin' but emotion and game
It's a lesson well learned so praise is well due
I'm sendin' off from Big I, to Kenny Calhoun
And add a reservation for the resident crew
And yo get your bowl 'cuz we cookin' up stew
See them Cubans don't care what y'all niggaz do
Colombians ain't never ran with your crew
Why you actin' all spicy and sheisty
The only Italians you knew was icees, niggaz price me
I'm keepin' it clean, like a washing machine
And yo, get your locomotion run into full steam
I'm sendin' out a greeting to my man Daseem
I got a child so I gotsta get the green, right right
If money makes a man strange, we gots to rearrange
So what makes the world go 'round
If love is against the law, listen I don't know
Gotta change the way it's goin' down
If money makes a man strange, we gots to rearrange
So what makes the world go 'round
If love is against the law, listen I don't know
Gotta change the way it's goin' down
Itzsoweezee, it's gettin' hot this year
Itzsoweezee, it's gettin' hot
Itzsoweezee, it's gettin' hot this year
Itzsoweezee, it's gettin' hot
Itzsoweezee, it's gettin' hot this year
Itzsoweezee, it's gettin' hot
Itzsoweezee, it's gettin' hot this year
Itzsoweezee, it's gettin' hot
I own the deeds to some acres in the West Indies
Where my pops is building residence to house my seed
Now here's the lead, y'all niggaz pray to hot rods and not God
While Versace play you bitches like Yahtzee
Crackin' jokes like you Patzi
When's the last time you had happy days?
Blazin' up your herb to escape the maze, but the problem stays
Think big get it big is my motto
You can go and play your lotto, I'll be singin' like baby won't you be mine
You'll be pressin' rewind, you can never see mine
Keep your eyes focused, you can't touch this or quote this
Style is crazy bogus so you can't try to approach this
Stomp you out like roaches, pullin' on my coattail
Like some horses pullin' coaches, whoa your roller coasters
It's hotter than the temperature that's cookin' in your toasters
While the heat'll put you deep into hypnosis
If money makes a man strange, we gots to rearrange
So what makes the world go 'round
If love is against the law, listen I don't know
Gotta change the way it's goin' down
If money makes a man strange, we gots to rearrange
So what makes the world go 'round
If love is against the law, listen I don't know
Gotta change the way it's goin' down
If money makes a man strange, we gots to rearrange
So what makes the world go 'round
If love is against the law, listen I don't know
Gotta change the way it's goin' down
Itsoweezee, Enoli's in the area
Itsoweezee, Timbo King's in the area
Itsoweezee, the Maseo's in the area
Itsoweezee, ninety-six in your area
Itsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd
Itsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd lawd
Itsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd lawd
Itsoweezee, lawd lawd, for y'all peace
Itsoweezee
Itsoweezee
Itsoweezee
Itsoweezee
Itsoweezee
Itsoweezee
Itsoweezee
It's like, New York without a New York yanks
Better yet, New York without the New York franks
It's like hot summers without no AC
Or never hitting numbers when you go to AC
It's like six years of your life, go ask Rob
I'm like, Yo how is it?, he like, It's like hard
Trying for that queen but you nothing but a man
You wanna keep it clean but you can't
Why it gotta be, like, that
And what the life, see life is like a J shot
Shooters son, they got
One point one second, you half court
I'm feeling the adrenaline like you half court
Like pink slips and dipping these ink tips to paper
Imagine if we fuck around and lose Hip hop
Imagine if it didn't exist
Imagine nothing shining your wrist
See, imagining to you is a risk
But think about it, like no chrome rims
And tims would be construction boots, ill
We probably wouldn't even substitute, ill
For words we use defining our likes
I'm coal mining these mics
To keep that gold nugget like Dave Megget
Giant like a motherfucker, like Dave said it
But ya ain't listening, ya paper gon' stack
Why it gotta be like that?
That, dadadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dat
Dat, dadadat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat
Just running, running, fast as I can
I'm trying to be a person but I gotta be the man
If I, can't stand the life that I'm in
I gotta keep running 'cause I'm still gon' win
Yes I got to go on, it's like that, it's like that
Yes I got to go on, it's like that, it's like that
It's like, Slick Rick without the eye patch
More like, saying slick shit you won't catch
It's like bed time without your PJ's
Or no fed timing in out the PJ's
It's like, one minute you got it, then you broke
Like what I do with it? I copped a few with it
Looking like a problem, but you won't get it solved
You working but you won't get the job
It's like, who would of thought, thought
It you would of bought, bought
Into my religion you'd be more like God
But you were steady swimming so you more like cod
See these fools is fish scale, converting to ish male
See I see it like, A alike, B alike
I was taught, if you play alike, be alike
How they don't see it for one to go pop
And this is how you treat Hip hop?
Imagine if you didn't have that phantom chrome sitting on a curb nigga
The word nigga wouldn't be a bit disturbing nigga
See them roots are like begging for the rain
You entering my kingdom just a begging for the reign
Putting shit stain to paper
Ink pain feeling like fifty five licks on a slave niggaz back
And not a one of y'all stopping to hate
But why it gotta be like that?
That, dadadat, dadat, dat, dat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dat, dat
Dadadat, dadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat, dat
Just running, running, fast as I can
I'm trying to be a person but I gotta be the man
If I, can't stand the life that I'm in
I gotta keep running 'cause I'm still gon' win
Yes I got to go on, it's like that, it's like that
Yes I got to go on, it's like that, it's like that
Just running, running, fast as I can
I'm trying to be a person but I gotta be the man
If I, can't stand the life that I'm in
I gotta keep running 'cause I'm still gon' win
Yes I got to go on, it's like that, it's like that
Pos:
In america today
People think they know the way
Of the soul
De la is on the road
To blink and clear the hay
Behind the line of inner fine
We 've explained this time and time
Daisies don't mean everything
Daisies don't mean anything
But the word itself when broken up
Wears just a larger pound
D.a. stands for "t-h-e"
I is "inner"
S is "sound"
Y is "y'all", that's you
Should see the inner sound
Will help you breathe
But still I sport a heavy sigh
When I have to explain
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i
Paul: so, you're just yourself, huh, pos?
Pos: basically paul, that's it.
Paul: you mean you're not a hippie?
Pos: no.
Paul: not even a half a hippie?
Pos: not a nugget.
Paul: wait. what about you and dove's parents?
Pos: straight up soul brothers and sisters.
Paul: so what the full equation shows is "the inner sound y'all"
Should be focused on, not just the word 'daisy' itself.
Pos: most definitely.
Paul: wait a minute. did you say 'most definitely? '
Yo I’m from Ella, Cella
Vison at ya, tuning to my
Figured ya, figured ya,
Microphone to mobile,
Holdin’ mike just so while
I be just day-dreamin’
Drop like, 9 months and rock
Backyard to fronts
Who wants to live the gutter life
We got sidewalks to walk, baby
I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby
Hang like parachutes,
I’ve been floatin’ for years
We went from rappin’ in cars to rappin’ careers
One dear, two dear, I got gift like Santa
Go from NY to DC and down to Atlanta
Make ya fly like propellers, we beat it down in the cella
Well, I guess you call it “basement”,
‘Cause that’s where all the bass went
When we turn it up a notch, old school
Like Ed Koch
Toss my foot up in the air (whoooooo),
And grab my crotch
Who am I?
“Michael”
Keep your music on the cycle
So we can finish and flow within your ‘fro
Word out
Word out.
This is called, uh, frozen style
Chatter your teeth style
Freeze like the artic style, y’all
Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh,
Come on
Check it out
I’m the p to the o to the s
Known to pinpoint a flow to the chest
So wear your vest,
Nibble the thighs and breast on
Vanessa
Had to sneak it cause her moms
Kept me under pressure (word)
Now as the sun appears to rise and set
Some cats live for the ‘hood
‘Cause that’s as good as it gets
But my plot is much thicker,
I move it much quicker (word)
Three-hundred and sixty miles to the p h
So I’m balanced,
Not a fella to fall
Connecting the dots,
I got two propellers in all
Went from ghetto
To the mettle
Seen all degrees of hot,
And froze when I was not
Like Lot, my lady threw salt in the game
Invest the cheese in the mouse who said:
“Walk into fame”
Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life
It’s too late to get off,
To get off
We in the house y’all!
We in the house y’all!
We about to get evicted,
There ain’t no lights or liquid
The bills ain’t paid and
Last week we had a raid
Cause we partied too much
But that’s my family’s trade
Invited all of my folks,
And yo all my folks stayed!
They tried to silence our shit,
But we just pushed up the fade
Sat back and charged a dollar a head
And got paid
And called on the band and got stupid
When the keyboard played
(It’s party time, word out, word out yeah we got party goin’ on here, y’all)
Keeping funky with the Propellerheads y’all
Now listen
You see, I’m here to usher the pain with no relief
But still get the "Great Scotts, are you a thief? "
"Seems like you got a mouth full of gold.." records
Sorry for that, platinum plaque soon to come
‘Till then propeller got me working the drum
For a fee
So notify the foe looking for the fumble
I hear you want to rumble on the mic,
So check it out
How you want it, I got it
Hello boys and girls. Welcome to your De La Soul readalong storybook!
When you hear this sound...
...that means turn the page.
And now we begin our exciting adventure of... De La Soul is Dead.
[PLAYGROUND HONEYS:]
- Oh my God, Vanilla Ice...
- He's so fly!
- The boy is so good.
- Did you see his body?
- He could dance too.
- He could.
- He's better than any rapper I ever seen!
- And plus his dancers!
- He's so jammin'!
[JEFF:] Yo, what's up?
[HONEYS:] Yo, Jeff, where you been, man?
[JEFF:] Guess what I just found, I just found a De La Soul tape in the garbage.
[HONEYS:] For real? Let's hear it!
[JEFF:] No!
[HONEYS:] Aww, be like that!
[MISTA LAWNGE:] What's up, cocksnot? How ya doing, buddy?
[HONEYS:] Cocksnot? You gonna let him call you that? Sucker!
[JEFF:] Leave me alone!
[LAWNGE:] What do we have here?
[JEFF:] Nothing!
[LAWNGE:] Listen, you little Arsenio Hall gum having punk!
[HONEYS:] Oooh! You let him call you Arsenio! Oooh!
[LAWNGE:] I want the tape!
[JEFF:] It's mine!
[HONEYS:] Oh, he played you! Jeff's getting played! Jeff! Jeff! Bodyslam him, Jeff!
[LAWNGE:] Now! I've got the new De La Soul tape! Hey dicksnot, buttcrust, get over here!
[D.J. AUB:] What's up baby?
[MASE:] Coolin'!
[LAWNGE:] I just got this De La Soul tape, man, slamming. Where's the box? The box!
[MASE:] So, yo, let's get with the shilsnihilsnobilsno!
[AUB:] I got the bidox, let's do this like Brutus!
...28. For those who have all four answers correct, you will recieve
a specially selected Grand Prize. Thanks, and goodnight, for Three Feet
I'm buggin'
E ghostbusters
Mercy mercy
(Ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy
(Ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
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
Now I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
I'm somethin' like a phenomenon
Well, I'm the hourglass cat
Drug it out of jack
For Jill
'Cause I spilled the phenomenon
Pack the holes in my lawn
The girls in my sauna
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
When they reminisce over you
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
'Cause this type of shit it happens everyday
I got to make me a connection so my imports stuff
(Word)
Wo, word 'em up, 'cause I'm so fly
Yes on and on
I'm ins like [unverified] 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
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
Back the hell up
Know what I'm sayin'
Or when I run the mic there won't be no delayin'
Pressure 40 does it like a Easy Bake oven
Blues got the muffin
Eat it
Blues got the muffin
Eat it
Intoxicate many wit my talk
Without intoxicatin' myself low
So I gots to walk slow but
Don't you get too high
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
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Somebody's cryin'?
I know somebody's cryin'
Who's cryin'?
Yo, somebody's cryin' here
Woah, stay, stay, stay
Daisy, daisy
I love daisies, I love daisies
I love pushin' up your favorite daisies
Daisy
This is Posdnuos
The president of a paragraph
Paragraph, president
President preachin' 'bout the on-tech
Known for the new step
Stop and take a bow
Amityville resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how
Platform, witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
Fill you with my vocab
Hope you have a spoon
Discuss contracts
You like the way I vocalize
And bring it to a compromise
My P.A. won't set up till noon
It's a D.A.I.S.Y. age
Sun, ceilin'
Ceilin' connects to the sun
Burnin' inside everyone
On a side, plug-a-fied sire
One million
Demonstrations have been heard
My hair burns when I'm referred
Kid shouts, my roof is on fire
Go dancin'
Dancin' like a bandit
Psychics try to stand it
Keep it up until they burn a cell
Romancin'
Romancin' dialect in shows
Posdnuos creatin' flow
You say you didn't know
Oh well, it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age
Pedal, promenade
Promenade people to the providence
Dove will show dominance
Inside of every phrase
Rebel, renegade
Renegade reachin' only topflight
Can't find your new height
Think you need a raise
Dialect, ultimate
Ultimate strings from the soul stuff
Copies always stayin' rough
Before they go to plate
Try a pack, it'll stick
Stick to you but won't deflate
Keepin' all the levels straight
I tell you, mate that we're top rate
'Cause it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age
The speak, motor
Motor is the heartbeat
Sleepin' in your car seat
Kept alive to every mile discovered
Complete quota
Quota sharp at 12 noon
Risen to a new tune
Positive is greater than the others
Image, mirror
Mirror image don't contend
Vocals should be comprehended
Silver audience'll say what's said
Scrimmage, nearer
Nearer to the goal line
Forget about the Rose Wine
The Soul will let you know it's time
And it's a D.A.I.S.Y. age
La la la la, lah
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
La la la la, lah
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
La la la la, lah
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
La la la la, lah
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
La la la la, lah
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
La la la la, lah
This is a D.A.I.S.Y. age
Sing about the D.A.I.S.Y. age
Sing about the D.A.I.S.Y. age
Sing about the D.A.I.S.Y. age
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, rain on a daisy
Let it rain on a daisy
Let it rain on a daisy
Rain on, rain on
Hello
Meany, meany, meany, meany
(Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany
(Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, mean
Meany, meany, meany, meany
(Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany
(Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, mean
(Okay)
Hello, it's the soul, troopin' in wit the Jungle patrol
And this one's about the KO's, the knockouts out there
Who's holdin' my buddy? Hold up
(Wait a minute)
Now just wait, we're gonna talk about Buddy on this plate
But before we let the herd out the gate
Make sure the all the levels are straight out the jungle
(The Jungle, the Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers)
De La Soul from the soul
Black medallions no gold
Hangin' out wit Posm hangin' out wit Mase
Buddy buddy buddy all in my face
For the lap Jimbrowski must wear a cap
Just in case the young girl likes to clap
Ain't for the wind but before I begin
I initiate the buddy with a slap
Now for the next, I'm the Q-Tip from 'A Tribe Called Quest'
And when I quest for the buddy I don't fess
For my Jimmy wants nothin' but the best
(The best)
The best
Let's stick out Jimmy and see what we can catch
(Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, jimmy)
Next won't be needed unless
(Jenny wanna get right to the flesh)
(Sweet little woman, sweet little woman)
I won't lie, I love B U D D Y
(Why)
'Cause I never let it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny I seem
(Very serious)
Like a Peak Freen
Buddy is the act that occurs on the lip
When Jenny and Jimmy start shootin' the gift
Boy, let me get shot, I won't even riff
Buddy, buddy, don't you know you make me go nutty
I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy
Not too skinny and not too chubby, soft like silly putty
Miss Crabtree, I hope that you're not mad at me
'Cause I told you that it was your buddy
That was making me ever so horny, junglelistically horny
On the dial my buddy talks to me for a while
Plug Two is the, Q to her tip
On the A side and sometimes the flip
(Gotta, gotta flip this record)
Buddy is the bud to my daisy tree
And the luuden to my do re mi
And the pleaser to my man Plug 3
(Plug 3 gets all the buddy)
Behind my bush, my buddy likes the way that I push
And like a champ just knock it on out
Never ever once sellin' out
(Oh, let loose the juice)
My buddy helps me to
(De La my Soul)
Keepin' Jimmy in total control
Without Buddy I'd be on a roll
Hey girl, I heard ya lookin' for some good times
If you Quest from the Soul here's what we'll find
A whole lot of fun lots of fun together
Just like kissin' cousins
(Yeah that's kinda clever)
Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close
If you be my buddy I will toast
That we're like Ethel Merts and Lucille MacGillicuddy
You can be mines and I can be your buddy
The best buddy's in evening wear
Long lovin' less tru know
(He's in there)
I feel sorry for those who pay a fare word to the D
(A fee)
I don't beg, I just tease my buddy with my right leg
And when it's ready what's said is buddy is best in bed
Fly buddy told us all to get into a circle
Said, "Don't worry 'cause I won't hurt you
All I really wanna do is freak you"
(She freaked us)
And I watched and then I checked my swatch
To see the time
The Soul had formed a buddy line
And that buddy was
(Mine all mine)
Now when Tribe, the Jungle, and De La Soul
Is at the clubs our ritual unfolds
Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands
(Then Jenny start flockin' it everywhere)
'Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware
Phat phat, uh and along came Pos, phat phat
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, ow
Girl, we gonna stay gettin' our collab on, ooh ooh
We gonna stay gettin' our collab on
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
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
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
Don't be scared to show a little of that thang-thang
No matter how you weigh it girl, it's feminine
Got a body everybody wanna know, yeah yeah
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, hey
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
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
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight, skintight
Make the big panties look like little panties, hey
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, come here 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
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
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
Yeah, it's nothin' but a little baby phat, phat
[Pos]
As we go clubbin
Me and my peoples we be lookin and we buggin
off these ladies talkin bout no dancefloor rubbin
'til we supply 'em with at least two to three mixed drinks from the bar
They must be out they mind, them rookies get dismissed
Cause it ain't hard to find, the ladies that can move it
to the latest bassline, attached to the drum
that'll set it off and make the local DJ a star
But can I get a boost from the bass and the treble?
This record ain't for soothin but for raisin blood levels
We simply havin fun but know that some don't like the music
That it promotes rappin, and global gun-clappin
But still promoters packin in the clubs where I'm at
Plus everywhere I go so just realize the fact
That we won't be denied that respect you try to hide
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, (Uh-huh) stickabush, (Oh yeah)
Stickabush, (Oh yeah) stickabush, stickabush
Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush
[intro: A friend's voicemail to Dave]
Dave, whattup man?
It's me
Umm.. just callin to see, if possible, if you have any
time today or within the next couple of days
If, if, you're in the studio.. or if you're at home.. or car, whatever
That song.. that.. it's called trying or something, Mase
was tellin me that I needed to hear?
He said it was amazing
Whoo.. the way he was talkin.. man I wanna hear it!
[Dave]
Am I just another lost in the pack?
We for shack ship, you know laugh it off
Years just blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
Enjoyin life now but I've been through it
Sometimes I wish that I can go back
No bills no kids just getting tore back
I want a wife, I love women
How could I front like I don't be in love wit em?
A li'l man that I can teach
A li'l sand but not the beach
I figure excess'll only bring an excessive amount of fussin
So when I'm gone, make sure the head stone reads, "He did it for us"
I'm like your modern day Jesus
I cherish warm thoughts like a gray goose
And float soft kisses to my baby
(yo ain't that Dave's little girl?)
Yeah, respect her for that
She gon be somebody
Instead of somebody-baby-mama
You see young minds are now made of armor
I'm tryin to pop a hole in your Yankee cap
Absorb me
The skies over your head aint safe no more
And Hip Hop aint your own
And if it is then you fuckin up the crib son
You make life look like I don't wanna live one
You might as well hold your breath until you die in a
corner somewhere bent over in the crevice
This God Theory overcomes the worst of weathers
As long as you willin to try, you on a good start homie
.. you on a good start.. see nigga tryin
[Chorus: Dave & Children]
[Dave] People are you ready?
[Children] Yes we're ready!
Are you really ready?
We wanna be ready!
Ready for the change that may approach you?
Yes!
Follow down the path that you supposed to?
Yes!
People are you ready?
Yes we're ready!
Are you really ready to try?
We wanna try harder!
You know mistakes are trials that we learn from?
Yes!
I order to live life, you must earn one?
Yes!
People are you ready?
[Pos]
Throughout my change to grow, Some of my people got left behind
They didn't listen for the gun, as I leaped from off the line
Thirteen years deep in this marathon I'm runnin
Paid dues and still got bills to pay
When I came back around the way
Old friends gave me dead eyes
and fake smiles, half wide
We were supposed to rid the world of danger
These days we nod heads and small talk like polite strangers
It's natural to fall off, just land close to the tree
I'll be there if they need me to be
and I know all my local shorties
cuz they all know who I am
and latey wanna flip grammar instead of grams
Like that's the only choice they got
They tell me how they gonna shake up the game
but came to me to see if I could give em guidance for change
Shit y'all, I need guidance myself
and I chisel right words to make gems
Got fans around the world, but my girl's no one of em
And my relationship's a big question
Cuz my career's a clear hindrance to her progression
Said she needs a man and our kids need a father
I'm not at all ready to hear her say don't bother
And break
And this I know I can't take
but uhh
C. Smith said to hold on
My brother Luck said to hold on
My nigga Dave said to hold on
My nigga Mase said to hold on
Yo, Maseo, we need to hold on
Eh, yo, y'all we need to hold on
[Chorus: Pos & Children]
[Pos] People are you ready?
[Children] Yes we're ready!
Well, what you wanna be?
We wanna be ready!
Do you wanna lose hate for love?
Yes!
Do you wanna see these gates above?
Yes!
I said people are you ready?
Yes we're ready!
But are you willing to try?
We wanna try harder!
Do you really wanna carry some weight?
Yes!
Are you ready to design your fate?
Yes!
Yo, people are you ready?
Yes we're ready!
Well what you wanna be?
We wanna be ready!..
[outro: AOI computer honey]
(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?)
We are singing, you this message
Through our music, reaching for a brave and brighter
New tomorrow, is the future
We must make it, safe and happy, for the children
Or, or, they will be lost
Or, or, they will be lost
Aiyyo I jump back, put the aim on my shot
It's mandatory, handle glory over with the rock
I'm not a rough guy but a tough guy to beat over drums
No son to this, I'm a rhyme bastard
Some mastered the art of cash, but not the part that lasts
And disappear after doin' two albums
We're not your normal team and we still do ours to fit
Hope inside this, don't define it's
Quits for those who oppose the new
Playin' they've outgrown rap like a size 5 shoe
Oh they all need you now, alternative touch
Were surprised, no demise for us
We on the rise to bust big, how you fig' we couldn't
Never run out of verbs for you to sip, I told you we wouldn't
I never popped Crist' or popped fists, girl named Chrissie
Was the first, which made it even worse not to miss me
Or, or, they will be lost
(The future)
Or, or, they will be lost
(The future)
So do you understand it now? Well, try standin' over
Seven box sets, reppin' sixteen years
This rap career ain't work, it's the life in-between
Bedtime 'til the next said time and date
Know the name and salute them dudes
Put the nutrient in rap when they cook them foods
Gotta be like eighteen million heads served
Shit, imagine if there wasn't no us, huh?
So I'd like to take the time to shout out the JB's
Next on my list is A Tribe Called Quest
Latifah my Queen, Monie Love, Dres and Mr. Lawnge
Chi-Ali, on your head God bless
Never ring chasin', the permanent tat
In this rap shit, y'all are just temporary lick-ons
Fadin in the days to come
While the name De La and the legacy built lives on
We are singing
(Sing it out now)
You this message
(Sendin' you a message y'all)
Through our music
(Through the music)
Reaching for a, brave and brighter new tomorrow
(Another day y'all)
Is the future
(It's the future)
(It's the future)
We must make it
(We gotta make it)
Safe and happy, for the children
(For the children)
(The radio is so clear in here.)
(Hey)
[POS AND ANN ROBERTS:]
Hey Love
Talkin' bout Hey Love
Wanna be your push and shove
Pop, popcorn up above
Move me like Soul when I say
Go to a club around the way
And see my Hey DJ
And make him play Hey Love
Discover all the football teams
Mack and eat jelly beans
Run in the cold with no jeans
Get yourself sick till we're seen
Catch the flu and make tea
How Dan Stuckie life will be
It's all about you and me
'Cause you're my Hey Love
(Hey)
Move me like Soul when I say
Go to a club around the way
And see my Hey DJ
And make him play Hey Love
(Hey)
[TESHA STILLS:] Look Pos, we gotta talk.
[POS:] Talk about what?
[TESHA:] Don't play stupid with me, you know what we gotta talk about.
[POS:] What?
[TESHA:] About you becoming fully dedicated.
[POS:] So we're about to go through these line-runs again, huh?
[TESHA:] You're damn right. I wanna know whatever you do for me has anything to do with love.
[POS:] Look, I come all the way from L.I. to the Bronx to see you, isn't that showing you love?
[TESHA:] You see that's just it Pos, I don't wanna be just your Bronx love, I wanna be your Hey Love.
[POS:] You wanna be my what?
[TESHA:] I said I wanna be your Hey Love. I mean it's just not the mood being one of the many girls on your
list, and you wouldn't be dissing me like this if I was your Hey Love.
[POS:] Look, I do everything I can to treat you like a rose.
[TESHA:] Yeah but you even give better treatment to that girl named Selina from uptown like a Daisy. You even
gave her some of your special donuts for free.
[POS:] So this is what this is all about, huh? Donuts.
[TESHA:] No, Pos, can't you hear the music, it's all about Hey Love
[POS: I don't understand why you're dissing me, it's not like I'm Paul, I don't have two kids in every state.
[TESHA:] But you probably got two girls in every state. If you're not going to go about it the way I want you
to, then just leave, 'cause I can't be so bothered.
[POS:] Yeah. (mumbled) And wit your wrinkled pussy...
(I can't be your lover)
Hey, whatever happened to the emcees
Times done changed for the emcees
Every woman and man wanna emcee
But for what, I tell you emceein' ain't for you
Hey, whatever happened to the emcees
Times done changed for the emcees
Every woman and man wanna emcee
But for what, I tell you emceein' ain't for you
Man, I'm on the set like the flicks, so let your cameras flash
A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin' monsters mash
Spit Pinocchio's Theory when shit be lookin' weary
I need rest but I boogie for now, I'm on some mess
Like the best mics respond to me
Livin' days like dreams of specializin' in the art that pays
I be a mystic for life, so check my ID number
Emcees be kneadin' dough while I make bread like Wonder
Yes, that's what you heard, so save that actin' for the screen
See you can can that manager with the beans
I bust emcees like lies, surprise 'em out the box
Put away the soda pops, I'd rather rub on the rocks
A dime-getter tried to get what I got, for what?
I guess Southern folks cash makes the lovin' come fast
But I'm past all of that, it's time to break with the breeze
Get to your knees, here comes the supa emcees
Hey, whatever happened to the emcees
Times done changed for the emcees
Every woman and man wanna emcee
But for what, I tell you emceein' ain't for you
Whatever happened to the emcees
Times done changed for the emcees
Every woman and man wanna emcee
But for what, I tell you emceein' ain't for you
Supa emcees, supa emcees, supa emcees, supa emcees
Supa emcees, supa emcees, supa emcees, supa emcees
Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches
Yo, I'm dark like Wesley but I be sparkin' more bitches
And to them my constellation put your lives in jep
While you others represent, I present my rep
'Cause when it comes to makin' dents, I'm that main in print
Even smoked from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint
Could not prevent, you from seein' I'm the light
But bring attention to my words like some ads in tights
I heard you want to fight me with your words on stage
So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam you made
And as he starts cuttin' what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones
As if my name was Pete Rock or Sean Puffy Combs
Send your tattered ass home with celly phones, I roam
With my fleet, here to make this rap game complete
While you live fables, unstable, actin' very radical
Projectin' like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal
Whatever happened to the emcees
Times done changed for the emcees
Every woman and man wanna emcee
But for what, I tell you emceein' ain't for you
Hey, whatever happened to the emcees
Times done changed for the emcees
Every woman and man wanna emcee
But for what, I tell you emceein' ain't for you
Supa emcees, supa emcees, supa emcees, supa emcees
Supa emcees, supa emcees, supa emcees, supa emcees
Supa, supa, supa, supa, supa, supa, supa, supa
(high on sunshine, lightin' my way)
[Dove]
and yes y'all
you are about to build witness
from the lands of Long Island
takin' you to the sky's survival
I am your captain, ain't no lie
on this endless joruney
to invisions, to brouden your outer visions
to where you never been before
it's just a one night trip to love
sun shinin' forever, and forever sun shines
[Pos]
yo, leaving lasting impressions like cuts to flesh
be that crew from the five one six point of view
with skills so tight, they the rhymes of a vigina
them clits will turn into a diamond, the level of rhymin'
pressure comes from lessor forms than me and my man
and we go back like life created from um, specks of sand
and there's money to be made 'cause cacaussians are paid
only brothers who rhyme, seek bounce and catch balls
Plug 1, with them rhymes makin' your heart stall
like them girls when you in they room when they man calls
it ain't nothin' but the thing Oneder Why can bring
as we come to the bring the pain everyone will sing
[Chorus]
De La is the crew that you must hear, but please don't rush the stage
'cause even though them stakes are realy high, we're really not here to race
we're just here to move your mind and soul with propetuated ease
it's just about the show until it's time to go, and get with the young ladies
[Dove]
I'm on travellin' to places that the eye can't see
but kinder, cause yo' strife don't mean a thing to me
throwin' me criminal looks, y'all need to get in the books
and drop some water in your melon, 'stead of actin' like a felon
aiyo son, who you tellin'? I'd make a mil if it was up to me
but since it ain't I teach my seed to bank hard
and than God, I smoke a substance of a different kind
catch me trippin' on earth when I'm high off sunshine
[Pos]
down right to dirt, Oneder Why makes it work
with access to talent like cacaussins to yellow cabs
with an Arab driver
I liven parties with marvelous confiction
ain't no fricition when life claims them victims who be ??? some dried up
funds
best believe that the life is trife
'casue the gun made a man outta pussy's from around my way
who usually wouldn't have a fuckin' thing to say
last year's hard rocks are now petrified boulders
and L.I.'s finest is movin' yo' necks at shows
the anthem of ths guy has a place in yo' eye
so you can be blessed to see in 3d double-e
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
Three steps ahead
Three steps ahead
Three steps ahead
What's the subject?
The Shwingalo, hot damn
Is Posdnuos gonna start?
I am, I am
And by the order of Shwing on hand
I present to you the Preacher Man
Peace everyone, everyone I hope
Plate is not a caper, plate is not a hoax
Is it is the now step, labeled Shwingalo
Shopper brag a basket, fill it to the bro
What's the Shwingalokate? Question me instead
Mental is the mood, whether live or dead
Level is the groove when I lead the led
But hip is my lip when I'm Shwinging it
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
What's the next step?
It's the fool of the clan
Is he down with the Shwing?
I am, I am
And by the order of Swing on hand
I present to you, the whole shalam
Last was the gas, flower by the pound
Shoo, puppy tough, shoo, flower power hound
Season of the Shwing is sound and it's bound
90 got the gift, so lift from the ground
Speak me an age, age at the dough
Feed me the donut, feed me the O
School me with the new 'cause the new kept me fed with the brew
I'm glued to the stew and I'm Shwinging it
Breathe me the out, breathe me the in
Send it with a skit neither friend nor begin
Label it a Shwing, brother come for the win
Catch me the border, must start to begin
90 got the knack of the Soul, grab a bit
90 proved them wrong to those who commit
Dis to the hit list, pitched by the hit
Caught by the herds of those in the pit
Pull me a puff of the blunt as it breeds
This benefit's just what you need
Just because I'm fallin', saved by the weed
With dred 'cause you know indeed I'm shwinging it
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
Constructed like an apple but roll like a grape
Try with the games 'cause the fools'll take shape
Stuff to the too tough, grave is in the groove
Sop it like Sound, yo, honey, make a move
Shufflin' your feet, that's stiffer than a nap
Open up an eardrum, don't wait for the cap
Sip a third of lager, extract the waste
Tell me, tell me, tell me, can you get a case?
Never oops honey, dope not a threat
Peace be found on your color telly set
Pick up the proof for the stool pigeon sing
Shwing a load o' dat 'cause I must put Shwing
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
On and on at two steps ahead
Three steps ahead
Three steps ahead
(This time, put it in mellow)
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
(Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha)
First P is passed, I am known as Posdnuos
Plug one to the whole race
Rhyme on a tour
Smart and much more
Dispatch I?ve stood themes with the mad face
Tall dark and lean
Was once nineteen
Now I?m one year older with reason
Clean thoughts and drawers
Rhyme flow never stalls
The yes, yes, yes, y?alls
Will end this season
The soul reached high plains
We didn?t reach soul train
But don don?t like rap
So that won?t happen
Fame we don?t lust
God we do trust
Arsenio dissed us
But the crowd kept clapping
Blessed with soul?s lights
So turn off your brights
Overexposure will bring about a clear soul
Don?t push, but piles
For this here new style
And excuse me y?all while I fill my potholes
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
(Oh yeah)
Pass the peas like they used to say
(Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha)
Passed off second
Tru, I reckon
Head full of dreads
But knowledge inside
Singin? on records, making it hectic
Wishing it all would fall and die
Radio works it, public consumes it
Tommy boy wants another say no, huh
Rough and rugged, it?s not a new twist
Been trugoy since the first get go
Here?s the daisy
Watching it die, see?
Native is the new like balance is the shoe
Paul makes a mil like dill makes pickles
Plus is to add like addin' to the crew is
Pimps promote us, rm?s work us
Mp?s watch us close in focus
Watch me steppin?
Now I?m dancing
Then disappear with a hocus pocus
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
(Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha)
(People in the place this is very hard to conceal)
(Zpos get funky)
(Check it out)
(People in the place this is very hard to conceal)
(Dove get funky)
(Check it out)
(People in the place this is very hard to conceal)
(Mase get funky)
(Check it out)
(People in the place this is very hard to conceal)
(Prince Paul get funky)
(Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha)
(Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha)
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
(Yeah)
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
(Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha)
Fourth P is passed, I am known as
(Prince Paul)
Yeah, thanks Mase
Applied like chapsticks
The songs are slapsticks
Skeezoids with Polaroids
Give me such a case
Trife or not trife
Don?t own a wife
Yet I?m down and around for a good kiss
I got a 40 of Pepsi
A girl in bed-stuy
And I?ll end it like this
(Will rise, not fall)
(Definition, prince Paul)
(Our mentor, don?t be sore)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my De La clothes
Or is it just my de la song?
What I do ain?t make-beleive
People say I sit and try
But whan it comes to being De La
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
Now you tease my plug one style
Where my plug one spectacles
You say plug one and two are hippies
No, we?re not, that?s pure plug bull
Always pushing that we?ve formed an image
There?s no need to lie
When it comes to being plug one
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
Proud, I?m proud of what I am
Poems I speak are plug two type
Please oh please let plug two be
Himself, not what you read or write
Right is wrong when hype is written
On the soul, De La that is
Style is surely our own thing
Not the false disguise of showbiz
De La Soul is from the soul
And this fact I can?t deny
Strictly from the DAN called Stuckie
And from me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
Glory, glory Hallelu
Glory for plugs one and two
But that glory?s been denied
By kizids and dookie eyes
People think they dis my person
By stating I?m darkly pack
I know this so I point at Q-tip
And he states, ?Black is black?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Please keep on up with the nuts
So I don?t get in aftermath
But if I do I?ll calmly punch them
In the fourth day of July
?Cause they tried to mess with Third Degree
That?s me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
It?s just me myself and I
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
It's so real when we come through
Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I come through
Schoolly D like family reunions, midday may, it's all lovin'
Take a walk down to D dot C
The war's tuggin' and ain't no druggin', my credit's a gain
While you searchin' for some trick to put the shit in her name
I be spendin on wall street and buyin' boardwalk
Dodging problems of the world, drawn out in white chalk
Peace, Mr. War, I'm seein' all dimensions
But unlike your eye extensions, my vision don't blur
'What', 'When' and 'Word's, where the gossip occur
Heard I'm sexin' sade and I bought her a fur
Battin' eyes at Toni Braxton and I bought her a fur
Now I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a fur?
Far-fetched like glass teks and Kiddie Rolex
Soon comin' but now it's time to kick the fun in
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And all the fellas, fellas? Takin' over this year
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
I'm pourin' out these rhymes for them kids who ain't here
Stakes is high but we gonna try to have fun this year
Before there were guns, there was native tongues on these plains
But others on without them being pawns in this game
'Cause a pawn in this game is left with no game to play
So, um, you best ta check and hear what we got to say
Now if you came to party just let it be known
Now if you came to fight, you might get that head flown
By the one and only, Maseo Plug Third
J.D. Dove plays the wall as Kenny Cal spurts words
And a number to a crew of dope girls from the woods
And not dope meaning weed but dope meaning
Like them west coast kids who be throwin' up signs
I hate a buster unless his name is Busta Rhymes
So check the way my mind moves over times and grooves
Got some money to blow, wonder why wanna know
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here
And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this year
I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's right
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Once again it?s time to bite more soul
A flavor you will savor in your soul
Wax is distributed and then sold
So watch it turn, bring your next of kin soul
P.A. Manse has rocked it on the console
Scream real hard until you blow your tonsils
Bang-oh-bang until you burn your shoe soles
?Cause you are now dancing to the big soul
Live is the motion of the soul step
Set the exposure to my one step
This scene?ll last to the next step
All those in favor take a big step
True to the soul, we?ll never back step
In sense to that, we don?t half step
Just as a reminder from the last step
Negative ones are lost in footsteps
Levels we?ve set will never go down
Competitions commence the step down
Those involved with peace who know the soul?s down
Can see that the soul has got a new sound
Dance until you find yourself a new part
If you don?t then I?ll give you the true part
When received you?ll see the real small part
Of the new way is no part at all
Pos and Dove is rarely caught not dressed in peace
Movements always walking round now stressing peace
When this biter should know true in peace
Instead they cause violence and shoot out beef
Still we are professing to be on a roll
Public cause this party going on the road
And if you crave sex, drugs and rock ?n? roll
Sent by the Quest, Jungle and De La Soul
JEFF: Yo yo, hey man, ain't you guys um, Plug One? Plug Two?
Potholes in my Lawn? You're those weird guys, De La Soul, right?
DOVE: Yeah, what's up little man, how you feeling, I'm Dove, how you
feeling.
POS: Yo what's up man, my name is Pos.
MASE: What's up, I'm Mase. Yo, shorty, what's your name?
JEFF: Oh, my name? Jeff. You guys are walking? Now rappers ain't
supposed to walk.
POS: Sorry little man, but you know...
JEFF: Jeff. I told you, my name is Jeff. If you guys are rappers,
where's your dukey gold chains? Y'all don't have no dukey gold chains.
MASE: We don't wear gold chains, we'd rather spend our money on
more important things like, women, necessities...
DE LA SOUL: And video games!
JEFF: Y'all are crazy. No chains, dag. Okay, where's your BMW?
You're not supposed to walk. Where's your jeeps, your Maximas?
DOVE: Maximas? Yo, Maxin' would break my flow. And with the cause of
gas, Jeff man, I'd rather take the transit that's mass.
JEFF: What you say? You are C-R-A-Z-E-E. Crazee. Don't you know you
can't be def if you don't have no gold? Or a car, man? What's up?
MASE: Who told you that?
JEFF: Everybody who's def has gold, cars, money, girls, clothes...
MASE: Wait a minute, wait a minute, shorty, you're buggin'. Do you like
Plug Tunin' and
Potholes?
JEFF: Yeah that song's def.
POS: But we don't wear no gold chains, nor do we ride BMW's and
Maxes or Jeeps, yet you still think our music is def, right? Wait a
minute. Did I say 'def'?
DE LA SOUL: Rrrr-RRAH!
JEFF: What?
POS: Nothing, nothing. It's just that we don't deal with all that
materialistic stuff, but we still got what it takes to please and
supply our listeners, understand my man?
JEFF: Where's your beepers? Why don't you have beepers? Everybody
wears beepers. You have to have beepers to look down.
MASE: AAAUUGHHH! Little man is brainwashed indeed!
DOVE: Nah, nah. Beepers are the least of status situators, man. Plus
I find them ugly as parking tickets.
JEFF: You guys talk funny.
POS: Well actually our verbal is kinetic, so when released flow A to
Z is perfectly pitched in andvance in intricacy.
JEFF: Yeah you homeboys are really bugged.
POS: Wait a minute. Did he say...
MASE: Bugged?
DE LA SOUL: Rrrr-RRAH!
JEFF: So no car, no beepers, no gold. That's weak man, that's weak.
DOVE: Jesus, did he say 'weak?' Jesus, they never learn.
POS: Foolish mind, have I, have I.
MASE: Actin' like that lady!
DE LA SOUL: That lady!
Ohh, there go that bullshit again
You heard that shit? Nah, I ain't hear that
That's that bullshit from the other day
They done took the buffalo girls beat and changed it all around
They playin' themselves
You remind me when I reminisce of you
Of all the freaky things I wanna do to you
Rub me up, rub me down, rub me all around
Kiss me here, kiss me there, kiss me everywhere
Tell me what's the cost to get in line 'cause you are mine tonight
Gonna give you all I got to give, if only for one night
I will love you right, I don't care if you diss me
I will do you right, I don't care if you don't want me
Baby baby won't you be my baby baby
Be my baby baby baby baby?
Baby baby, won't you be my baby baby
Be my baby baby baby baby?
Now I forgot how to forget so I remember your face
With your pretty accent, wearin' man-attract scent
Others fakin' constantly stakin' out pockets of dreams
Always tryin' to sham too that's why they crave champagne
But the blame still remains not to be on you
I know your style and your love lasts long like the island I'm from
I'm on the drum man, and it's all good
'Cause I flexed on your ex, make sure he understood
That you would, never again want to be his wife
So we connect lips to hips, and uhh, eyes to thighs
You're my sophisticated, lady
All mine, if you wasn't I'd go crazy
Baby baby, won't you be my baby baby
Be my baby baby baby baby?
Baby baby, won't you be my baby baby
Be my baby baby baby baby?
Baby baby, won't you be my baby baby
DOVE:
I am Trugoy
A Dove-like boy
Could wingspread,
But instead,
I will employ
MASE:
Me the Plug Three
Or Baby Huey
I eat up
All ketchup
For its tendency
POS:
I am Plug One
I'm 19 years young
I love peace
Well at least
I think we need some
Q-TIP:
I'm Q-Tip y'all
3 Feet produced by Prince Paul
This session
Was lessoned
By one Qualiall
GRANNY:
I am Granny
Thank discoriety
The 3, 4
Yo, no more
I need peace for me
CHINA & JETTE:
I'm China
I'm Jette
The Cue Cards we inject
We're crazy for Daisies
When we're on the set
PAUL:
Will rise, not fall
Definition, Prince Paul
The Mentor
Don't be sore
When I say
(It's hurting.)
(Smell your breath!)
(You smell like Jabba.)
(Your nose is what's doing it.)
(You're talking into the recording... YO!)
(Okay Lucky, start it off.)
Take take take take take it off...
Take it off, take take take take it off
Take it off, take take take take it off,
Take it off, take take take take it off,
Take it off,
Take it OFF!
(Take that suede front off)
Take it OFF!
(Take those contacts off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that horsemeat off)
Take it OFF!
(Take those shell-toes off)
Take it OFF!
(Take those track fleas off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that doo-rag off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that moth rag off)
Take it OFF!
(Take those fat laces off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that bomber off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that BVD off)
Take it OFF!
(Take those Converse off)
Take it OFF!
(And those Gazelles too)
Take it OFF!
(Take that Kangol off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that Jordache off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that Afro off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that jhericurl off)
Take it OFF!
(Take that Le Tigre off)
Take those acid-washed jeans, bell-bottomed, designed by your mama... off?
L-Y-R to the I-C-S
Niggaz still fussin' bout who be the best
When diggy-dawg bounce too I put all that to rest
Anyone try test I put two in they chest
Quest or no Quest I leave venues a mess
Don't ask me to collab me and you don't mess(mix?)
I stay fresh from the fresh never front nor 'fess
In the name of J. Christ all mic's'll get blessed
P: power possess flavor, style, finesse
Microphone honeys two things I caress
To all you fake Jiggy-niggaz, STILL not impressed
Ha, check it out
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to check my niggaz De La Soul
See y'all niggaz don't really wanna bust dat shit, huh
You know I'm sayin'? So I'ma show you niggaz
The super laser gamma ultra killa nigga special
You niggaz ain't no killers
You motherfuckers ain't gonna hurt nobody, nigga
You better keep rhymin', nigga
'Fore I smack the shit outta you, you little fuckin' sissy
You niggaz ain't real; that's right, it's De La Soul, baby
And Bumpy motherfuckin' Knuckles baby, alright, come on
Check my stats, entire apparat'
Even from the days when I had to roll strapped
Wonderin' if I gotta go back to that
Zest to rub records from rap and kick facts
To tracks and stack, one whole decade
Yeah some got paid, some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my style will never fade
Managin' to keep it all A-grade
So you can stay nourish and flourish with the truth
[Incomprehensible] some niggaz, I know
If I need a mayday
Bust some fuckin' niggaz tryin' to play me crazy
Causin' interruptions to my big pay-day
Playin' with them guns make them fuckin' leary
But if it's clearly, merely and surely and, how it's gotta be
I got some thorough niggaz that's ridin' me
So witcha bullshit I'm not buyin' it B
Don't come around thinkin' you can try it with me
'Cause
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
Shick shick, click a click
This is where my people headin' at
Innocent people are carryin' gats
Now what the fuck is all that?
Is it 'cause times is live like a wire?
Gettin' shock treated by the crossfire
Ha-siyahh, burn bare well prepared
To make my decision for my livin'
I ain't the one 'Robin', I'm the one 'Given'
Hip hop driven, and willin' to die for it
When Scott LaRock died, man I cried and shit
Then some cats got rich callin' a woman a bitch
But ain't no woman like the one I got
And if you call her a bitch well you might get
And I know the feelings is mutual
It's uncivilized and unsuitable
Crips and bloods are recruitable
But you don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat shit
Ha ha, yeah you get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
You niggaz get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
That's right so while you niggaz is sittin' up in central booking
Crying like bitches, huh?
I'm in the motherfuckin' holdin' block
Waitin' for your sweet pussy punk ass
And I'ma whoop the shit out of you
For gettin' on a fuckin' record, actin' like you a fuckin' killer
I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin' killer's all about, huh?
You niggaz ain't no motherfucking gangsters
You don't wanna bust that motherfuckin' shit punk
I'll punch your whole chest cavity out, fagot
You ain't no real nigga, nigga
I'll smack the shit out of you
'Cause you ain't a fuckin' live, nigga
You sittin' in central booking, cryin' like a bitch
Waitin' for your father to come bail you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't play that shit, nigga
That's right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin' know
And yo De La, check it out, it's your motherfuckin' man
And if any one of them niggaz get side windin' with you nigga
Let me know, and I will send them niggaz hot ones
Like I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican, feel me on that one, huh?
'Cause them niggaz know me nigga, believe me, nigga they know me
The motherfuckin' troublemaker, that's right
And De La Soul, is rollin' with Bump' Knux' nigga
I'm tired
Me too
Uncle Ricky
Could you tell us a bedtime story, like you used to?
Look, don't y'all think y'all too old for that now?
Listen, I got an adult question for y'all
Since y'all like 11 now
Y'all ever get horny?
Uncle Ricky
Now, I don't mean to sound perverted
But do you ever have like sexual urges?
No? Well, you will, so sit your behind down
And listen to Uncle Ricky and De La
Tell y'all a grown up story
Okay
I remember when Mama spoke of the birds
And the east side kept me off the curb
And Betsy Ross was sufferin' from the scaredy cat
Till my man, Ricky, brought the remedy for that
I massage your mane coat
Then, part your leg's, rope
And stroke so hard
You'll start to smell smoke
Ain't gotta drug problem but a love problem
But then again, that may be one in the same
I claim possession
Pull the girl among the eighth, like Charlie Heston
Ride off on the horse and show no remorse
She look nice
Honey oriental, brown eyes
Want fries?
Chicken, vegetable, fried rice?
And I'm tryin' to get you to go
Fast subtraction, grab some
"Oh, don't stop, nasty black man"
Man that action had me coughin' up
Cars, keys, and cash
Just to sniff a fat rabbit
I would give my very last
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them girls don't mind comin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know them girls don't mind comin'
Just to get it started, for startin' something
Is what we do to get some lovin'
What we do to get some lovin'
This what we do for love
(Do for love)
This what we do for love
(For love)
This what we do for love
You ain't lyin'
I, I, 9-5 it, more like 12-12
Can't get the thought off
(Sex)
From off my mental shelf
I'm like Bruce Lee
Beatin' up the cootchie, profusely
My tomboy chicks that act a little to butchy
Receive this
(Uh)
When my semen ceases
They'll be screamin' out
"We love bein' the female species"
Hello?
Veronica, it's Dove
Uh, I think, you got the wrong number
What?
Veronica, your baby's crying
Yo, chill
Baby?
Whatever yo, later
For the past two summers, I been sizin' up Veronica
Southern belle, I heard she blow notes like a harmonica
Yamacas couldn't satisfy her spendin' fetishes
She was all about gettin' the head like she was lettuces
Yah, them types be actin' like they ain't sleazy
Like this uptown chick, playin' opposite of easy
Delighted, the honey-fly difficult, couldn't knife it
Tight
Seen the imprint on honey's private
Now, she's love sick
Ruler Rick, scores again
Sex presents itself like trophies, I'm out to win
And it's easier to claim with the fame I've obtained
Her Mommy was a liar, she's so ashamed
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them girls don't mind comin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know them girls don't mind comin'
Just to get it started
For startin' something
Is what we do to get some lovin'
What we do to get some lovin'
This what we do for love
(Do for love)
This what we do for love
(For love)
This what we do for love
Well, I got this rude boy, Jamaican honey, at the rest home
Complete with yellow hair and Cinderella dress on
Whatever
Been around, stuck her till she poppin', bout
Hey, take your blood-clot finger off me bottom
Anyway, another dime, I met one time
I'm kind, chick in the world, butt fine
And her structure pumpin', told her
Got cha mumblin' 'bout
Slow down
What you tryin' to rupture somethin?
I don't bug out, I chill
Never copped a feel
But these pretty-ass girls come
And flaunt in the grill
Big-ass eyes
With the matchin', big-ass, thighs
Asked her, if she spare a moment to exchange some lies?
"But you got a girlfriend"
Ya, trick, so do you
And I heard, there's no preference in what gender ya do
So, stop playin' so squeaky clean
And let the dirty side see me later
So we can play away from the navy
So stuck on the love, you rearranging behaviours
Second episode, and you returnin' oral favors
Buyin' up groceries
Searchin' for hosiery
Holdin' hands publicly
And now, you supposed to be
Mr and Mrs, huh, lovin' and kisses, huh
But while you away, is when the milkman'll visit her
Dear to the heart, we dearly depart the fallen
So skip the games, ma
I stay tuned to the calling
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them girls don't mind comin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know them girls don't mind comin'
Just to get it started, for startin' something
Is what we do to get some lovin'
What we do to get some lovin'
This what we do for love
(Do for love)
This what we do for love
(For love)
This what we do for love
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them girls don't mind comin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know them girls don't mind comin'
Just to get it started, for startin' something
Is what we do to get some lovin'
What we do to get some lovin'
This what we do for love
(Do for love)
This what we do for love
(For love)
This what we do for love
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them girls don't mind comin'
(When nature calls)
You know, them boys will come runnin'
(When nature calls)
You know them girls don't mind comin'
Just to get it started, for startin' something
Is what we do to get some lovin'
What we do to get some lovin'
This what we do for love
(Do for love)
This what we do for love
(For love)
(mercer)
Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one
Pos:
Tell me what's more essential
Rap lines, party past nine,
Or reading which is fundamental
Tell me what's more pollution
Black fog, burning log
Or infested prostitution
Tell me what's more appealing
Fast food job, corn on the cob
Or interstate drug dealing
Tell me what's more tantalising
Flip flop, skeezer lies and props
Or three feet high and rising
Tell me, what's more?
Dove:
Tell me what's more demanding
A dominant race, a fad called base
Or peace and understanding
Tell me what's more neglected
Teaching our seeds the fact there's greed
Or words being said in a record
Tell me what's more pathetic
A lallygag lush, a habit to cuss
Or a lawsuit filed on a medic
Tell me what's more amusing
Comic strip, or break that hip
Or what prince paul's producing
Tell me, what's more?
Pos:
Tell me what's more old-fashioned
Lemonade, a black man's fade
Or a kiss that's soaked in passion
Dove:
Tell me what's more secretive
Love looks, a diary book
Or the de la style us speakers give
Pos:
Tell me what's more off-tempo
Wearing pink, a fizzy lipton drink
Or a brother with acne and dimples
Dove:
Tell me what's more confusing
A rubik's cube, a dusted dude
Or a figure in which one is choosing
Tell me, what's more?
Mase:
Yo pos and dove, stand clear to be plugged up...
Ah the hell with that, I don't have time for playin'
With this, just tell me what's going on, I wanna know
What's going on, go ahead, pos and dove, tell me what's
Going on, I just wanna know what's happening man, tell me
What's going on, I'd just like to say what's up to the
Jungle brothers, I'd like to say what's up to the quest,
I'd like to say what's up to monie, I'd like to say what's
Up to latifah, mike g in the house, prince paul, what's up
Man, this is p.a. mase and I'd like to say, cool dj red alert!
(We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either)
[Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
Popping tags and collars her charm
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
Manolo and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
[Posdonus]
Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want
Candelight might flick at'cha
Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
Her handle tight like a master
She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree
The avenue like her catwalk
Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street
looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
Spend it, you live to show
All the cash that you can burn
What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
But get no ass back in return {*HA, HA HA*}
Stay laughin, straight at you dog
Best believe, you wastin time
Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like
[Chorus] - 1/2
[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it
[Dave]
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
Livin it up off the pop hits
Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one
To give it up 'til you cop shit
Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that actright, but she got control
She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
Nigga you shootin blanks
Tryin to front like you got game
Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
But it's your wallet she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
You start payin for your time
She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend
{*HA, HA HA*} And you'll be left with dimes
While she fillin up
[Chorus]
[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it
(Play it for me)
(Kick it!)
(The mic men are back, okay)
DE LA SOUL:
Girls, girls, girls, girls,
These girls I do adore
Walking down the street watchin' ladies,
Aaow, watchin'...
MASE:
Hold up, hold up, let's give it to the Mack Daddy
over to the left...
JEFF:
Pity pity pity pity wack wack wack
A moo moo moo, a jumping jack
Rock this is brain now I'm one step over
Respect your parents, they're pushovers
Chasing my fun like the IRS
My girl's too young to have big breasts
For a good time we chill by the mall
I tell her tales, some small some tall
Why, how you got peanuts, pecans,
I wipe her cheek, she grabs my hand
I have a curfew, she says to me
I'll take you home, look hon, you'll see
The deed was done and I thought to myself
Jeff, you're the mack and no-one else
(Jeff, I told you, my name is Jeff)
The astronomical wiz, dazzler of the showbiz
Kids of the new biz for you
Don't try to solve it, just involve yourself
In this deadly De La dialogue
Yo, I smell black fog
POS:
That's right, me and Mase blew it to clear your ass straight out of this
sector. This is De La Soul
wax!
MASE:
So wait until your own piece of wax come out!
LUCKY:
Yo, is this true? Is Jeff really coming out with his own song? And if he
do, will he have the
decency to
change his name to a suitable public speaker? Yo, I don't know, but
bring in that funky
astronomical piano
MIKE G:
Ha ha! Ah yeah! Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on!
(Hooo-weee!) Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the
house, my man the Dres in the house, you know what I'm sayin',
Huey Love in the house, long Posdnuos, Dove, Prince Paul, the
immigrant
Lucien in the house. The house Dreddy Bear, ha, Mike G!
CHORUS:
Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Come on everybody let's baseball
MIKE G:
Got it goin' on. Swing it over here! Ochay, ochay, ochay.
We gonna swing it over here, swing it over there. We gonna do the
baseball. Ha ha ha!
(Three feet)
POS:
A Nubian sprocket is the one
Plug One, cut the cap
Forward is the marcher of the chant,
To the clan, unless you slept
Willy to the Wonka of the feat
Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes
If we get fined by police,
Don't worry, yo, I got the papes
Toxic is the talk that I tell,
Tell the tales from the lady who's fat
Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps
(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)
CHORUS
DOVE:
Swing is the is of my step
Plug Two, groove a gut
On gets by when it's kept
Three miles to my step
Forgiveness to the foes is false
I cook goose and serve a plate
Position is opposed to a loss
No cost, no relate
Brother got a badge of his own
Because the link of the life is slack
This licks 'em down to the Tootsie Pop
(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)
CHORUS
DRES:
Move over just a bit to the right of me
For I cannot see where the booty is
I sit, I'm looking out a foggy window
Crack it just a bit, yo this is showbiz
It's as though a pound goes around and around
So I give a pound then I do the step
Dres will be with Boca on the side
Can I crack a smile for doz who slept
Phonetics and kinetics perservere
Therefore I kick it
I took the L.I.R.R. but I did not have a ticket
Had some Chinese food but I didn't have a spoon
I had a dope rhyme but I didn't have it soon
I'm looking out the window
Day is filled with rain and gloom
Man oh man oh man I hope I find my spoon soon
Eating large fish 'cause I know it ain't cat
(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)
CHORUS
(Rrrr-RAH!)
POS: Yo this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland,
thanks for not having my baby, peace.
DRES: This is Dres. Danica, Boston, my first tight cushion, love you.
MISTA LAWNGE: Yo this is the Sugar Dick Daddy, I'd like to say peace
to my father, Bombed Out Brother.
MASE: This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to
that mother a-ahem who stole my Pathfinder in front of the studio,
peace!
PAUL: Yo what's up, this is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up
to all the doo doo eaters and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes, and
I'm out.
(God damn!)
(Biofeedback)
POS:
Ya go beats, meats, son Sheep
I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat
I got multiple stabs of jazzy
Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul
Years after mama had me tell ya gladly
I plugged for the Tunin'
Which cause eyes to zoom in
DRES:
Which put your person into focus
POS:
No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos
Plug One yo I found fun
In the scribblin' of speak
On a naked white sheet
Most recognized by my dark brown self
DRES:
Yo you found some wealth?
POS:
More in my mind than in my pocket
But I's got every Girbaud that ever sagged
I met some hoes, met some girls
Did a tour that took me all around the world
DRES:
Did a tour that took me all around the world
DOVE:
I hit the shines but I'm shooin' it now
Remember when the floor might have had a spine
Well it's all bent over
The DayGlo nigga gets the red door mat
It's a roller coaster
When your shit's burnt toast
Now Mr. Club Owner knows your jam
When your jam is tha jam
And there's a tab at the bar
My mindstate's great
No thanks I don't drink
I sip the bobo
Then I kettle it quick
I felt the heave in the jeave
Tap it in the basement
Diggin' my own understanding quick
Let me get the single out
Think Mr. Radio say the starlight
Is the same star bright
I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch
But turn out the lights and some will go bitch
It was one MC after one MC
Play the lamp post do the blow wit dynomite
Well it's okay and it's alright
Cause our birthday cake's external light
It'll all get graphic
People made of plastic
Look at the shine wit my 50 watt eye
But when I got the eye patch I hit the latch
I fame it to a name from Denver up to Maine
And lovin' deluxe
She won't catch me in no tux
Nah, man I won't honor the style
(Curious, curious, curious, curious)
DRES: How you doing, my name is Dres, listen...
SHORTY: Isn't that Posdnuos? Oh, my...
DRES: Baby, what's wrong with me?
POS:
Funny funny how time flies
When you have some light on the face
Cause the focus is the fickle
'Stead of fusin' I'm a use it
To the utilize the trickle caught the rush
But I play hush
While Andres Titus is the grabbin'
As a fan will put the hearts to mush
Lush Dalea would hear the public beat
The same way for Titus when he Blacked the Sheep
But as the Knee went Deep
To deeper off the charts
The album faded to black
That's when the amnesia starts
(Curious, curious, curious, curious)
SHORTY: Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep? What are you doing here? Who
are you here with?
DRES: I'm with my man Pos, you know Pos...
SHORTY: Oh yeah, Positive K, I. I like him...
(Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush)
DOVE:
Hey boy, I watch that star man, shit's all in
Should I shot it or begin
I saw bootleggas no shinin'
I saw Big 4 go get shinin'
A typical flick was the moment
When the man said
"Ain't you?" Yeah I is 'im
Hush your mouth fallin' in cog
Caught the light being True dog
A fist of funk and I pocket that screen
In the scene or in between
Gimme but a little bit of the starlight
I mail my ass to the darkness
I dig it, I dug it
I dig it, I dug it
I wiz it, I was it
I wiz it, I was it
Oh Lord let me switch it off
Because ya find some'll do it all
For the light
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
Living in everyday is something
Something everyday like this is our livin'
Giving something sheer for the crowd is our major
Major to the crowd is to hear what we're givin'
No time to rest, we got work in the studio
Studio suppliers rest at no time
Show time is enough when the Soul is performing
Performing is the Soul y'all and it's show time
Coping with dates in clubs, can't even lounge
Lounge with the homeboys how we are copin'
Scoping new material for Paul to plug high-pitched
High-pitched what Paul plugs in and still scopin'
Bearer of beautiful views to express the peace
Peaceful expressions why we are bearers
What the Soul tries to project is when existing in rap
You're living in a full time era
This is a recording
This is a recording
Puttin' in spin the rhyme, rappers fear so
Fear so much of what Pos is puttin'
Couldn't do better, the punks they don't try hard
Try hard enough, they don't, so they couldn't
No joke to what I do inside this field
This field to me is filed, there's no joke
So soak up the fact there's no part-time
Part-time rappers at, so soak
Taking in new ideals leads to new groups
New groups to better the Soul, I'm takin'
Wakin' from days and nights to do my best
Your best gets us paid, so I'll keep on wakin'
Wearer of a Plug logo to the dying
Dying are rappers who think I'm no wearer
What I'm trying to say is when dealing in rap
You're living in a full time era
This is a recording
This is a recording
Love is to all, to all goes my love
Dove comes to peace like stand comes to sit
Stand for the court 'cause standing is healthy
Healthy in sense is mentally fit
Pause for the poets of a new style of speak
Just here to do the same with no trick
Grab the Plug Two's live wire, my brother
And find that you've grabbed my pet boa constrict
Ring goes the garbage, I'm hearing
Seek for the truth, my brother is tearing
No time to back-step 'cause if you back-step
Look what you stepped in, you stepped in mess
So look what's around you
Don't worry for the Soul will find the truth
About three years from now, you know why?
'Cause we're living in a full time era
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
Yes, this is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
DOVE:
Standing on the corner building. Seen the path.
Looking at the corner streetlight, walking, and
waiting for my brother to come over and then
someone tapped me on my shoulder. 180 degrees I
did. Oh my... what? Oh oh!
I didn't hesitate so I ran and I ran and I ran
and I ran and I tries to catch a cab.
(Cab driver, fuck you)
I ran into an abandoned building, I heard big
heavy breathing on my back I turned 180 degrees
again and oh oh! Oh my God!
Oh, I dashed and I dashed and I dashed and I
skipped into the BK lounge. I asked the lady if
I could get a Whopper. She was facing... she was
facing toward the back. She turned around...
she stated: (Can I take your order?) Oh Chrissie!
Once again, I dashed and I dashed and I dashed
to my pad. The phone started ringing, but
luckily my answering machine was on and with
the quickness...
(Hey, how ya doing, sorry you can't get through)
Yeah, saved by the ha ha ha. I went into the
shower. Oh my... I heard the holler... I turned
the water on and she was screaming... who could
it be? What did she want from me? What did she
want from me? What did she want from me? She
was screaming and screaming and she had the tape
in her hand. But I knew what she wanted. I knew
what she wanted. I knew what she wanted.
(Please listen to my demo)
(Mumbled: And wit your wrinkled pussy)
DOVE:
In no way are we trying to disrespect any sort of house or club
music, but we're just glad that we're not doing it. And if we were,
this is how it would go.
(I can't be your lover)
(I can't)
Kicked out the house, you got
Kicked out the house, hip house
Kicked out the house for good
(I can't)
Kicked out the house, you got
Kicked out the house, hip house
Kicked out the house for good
(I can't be your lover)
(With your wrinkled pussy)
(I can't be your lover)
(With your wrinkled oh, oh oh)
(I can't be your lover)
(With your wrinkled pussy)
(I can't be your lover)
(With your wrinkled oh, oh oh)
(I can't be your lover)
(P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!)
(P-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!)
(Put it on vibrate!)
(P-p-p-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!)
(P-p-put it on vibrate!)
Kicked out the house, you got
Kicked out the house, hip house
Kicked out the house for good
You got, you got, kicked out of this house, baby
For good
(I can't I can't I can't be your lover)
(Put it on vibrate!)
[Intro:]
Yeah yo
[Hook:]
To all my thrillas on the east (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas on the west (I can't call it) "Hello" - [scratched]
To all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it)
You're bearing witness to the best (I can't call it) "Hello"- [scratched]
[Pos:]
Now other kids tried to be pros
Well I'm protein
And real live inserted inside rap and soul fiends
There's a million MC's in the world tonight
Who's not gettin' down cause they know them Stakes got High
And them Stakes got High cause yo that's how it is man
I'll take the Markie up outta the Biz
Just to hang up place the name onto headline
"Appearing live De La Soul" first up to shine
It be me
While I arose from the shores from Long Isle
While little girls sport swollen stomachs like they in style
While their man hairline recedes cause they fashion from dust
That's why we all lust to live and ah live to lust
(I send a scream to my nigga Busta Bust)
Down down will be some intricate word play comin' around
I'm not gay but I'm quick to say Mase is my man
We done rocked from NY to Osocka Japan
(From Osocka Japan) I land back in NY
So don't test the world travelers we off to apply
Cash the check cuase we knows the D
Peace to all them MC's who got a child and record companies to feed
[Hook:]
So all my thrillas over seas (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas makin' G's (I can't call it) "Hello"- [scratched]
[Maseo:]
(First tell 'em your name)
Introducing doctor Oman to your section
(And what you come here for?)
To say these rhymes in your direction
See your selection keep me frownin' crown you niggas (true dat)
Shared a bottle with my crew and takin' swiggas (who dat?)
Ain't no need to said no names we just revealin'
That my family keeps on top like a ceiling
Dealin' like a gamble ain't no ramble or roast
(I heard you showerin' shit from coast to coast)
So how you call it when you niggas alcohol it?
I be calm in the corner soothing stress like a sauna
Gonna (gonna) take my time (my time)
To raise my (Hey Young World)
Inspired by Rick and Vance Wright
Trying not to boogie with the devil take my lessons just to keep my dance
tight
Phatter (fatter) than a waist 55 on the mic
And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like
And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like
Self expression makes it health for self aiight [x3]
[Hook:]
To all my thrillas in the north (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas down south (I can't call it)
And all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it)
We about to be the hell out (I can't call it) "hello" - [scratched]
Now check it (sup? )
Let me set the mood here aight? (yeah aight cool)
We gonna, set it off with in-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed
(yeah that's right) you know
La-la-la-la-ladies first and all that
(that's right ladies first)
So peep it - you see this girl
Who been poppin mad shit about you
So I want you to get into it a little bit
I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that??
[indeed]
I was sittin on my lunchbreak, grittin my teeth
It's the last day of the week, man what a relief
My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff
So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff
That's when I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow beemer
This local ghetto fame rap cat her name was tina
She was braggin she was goin on tour
The same shit she was screamin since the year before
Ever since the de la soul video, she seen me on the tv
Heard that she was holdin a grudge and tryin to see me
Workin underground circuits and mad cyphers of people
When she asked who was ill, all she got was indeed
She wanna battle (what? ) and it wasn't hard to tell
All that I was thinkin bout was tryin to smoke my l
I had four hours left and I was tired as hell
Plus it was 12: 55 almost time for the bell
She had an ill screwface mug, frontin like she know joe
Gangsta bitch profile, boppin like allegro
Forty-below timbos, fatigues saggin
Pullin all her money out her pocket while she's braggin
On her gold fronts with her name on it
Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it
I peeped the stee' - then I crushed her with ease
Just for interruptin me while I was rollin my trees
Aight? (whoo!)
That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (word)
Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up
For my man mercenary (aight aight yo let's do this)
(whassup? ) yo, I don't want you to make it like
A story or nuttin (aight)
I just want-want, want want-want
Want you to come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme
Rhy-rhy, rhy-rhme shit - rip a nigga in his ass!
And let him know how we do it, y-y-y'know?
[pos]
Now maseo puff cheeba, while rich sniff lines
David j push the whip while candy cal pull dimes
And me right behind, with the shorty gettin her math
To do the savion routine and just, tap that ass
Still the one who kill wackness, man I left them niggaz crippled
Had em all soft to hard back to soft like a nipple
My +art is official+ while you're art-ificial
Break you down to your very last participle
Let me enlighten you, cause your third eye's on dim
Me gettin taken out is rare like a smile from rakim
See I'm remarkable, you're just bull
Last name shit, y'all niggaz need to quit
Open your mitt, and catch this
I autograph every word you bit
?? testify then?? take your picture
Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya
While your whole clan is blam
Understand that you must be smokin pounds of weed out of a pipe
And mistook your munchies, for bein hungry for the mic
And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly right
Like estates with a pit on the lawn bark at the gates
Put the whole entire plate in your face
Make the point like who's that on that joint? it's me
I'm in everything you see like??, yo I'm in demand
I'm in the club man I'm in your hand
Bein bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl
The only thing you're in is in acting
Your world'll be smashed
Run against the won and you'll be last
Like that call for alcohol, depletin your cash
That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass
Y'knowhatmsayin? know-know-know, know-know, know-know dat!
Hahahahahaha
Part one:
Yo man let me make some cpt. krunch
Man alright
Yo man we have any milk?
Yeah, what time is it?
I don't know, what day is it?
Don't know, well I'll tell you.
Well it was a wednesday
Me and boss hog was kinda hungry
Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce
And a glass of milk and some cookies.
Spotted in the mist was a bk logo
What we said - well what do you know
This chick thought I was trying to play fly
Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on.
Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "yeah, but right now I'm kinda busy...
Can't you see I'm trying to put this band aid on my finger? "
Lingering, I could tell
She's a b-k mademoiselle
Ripped uniform and bottom bell
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve
Look to this cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour
And then boss hog hollar
"girl you better make this quick!"
She said, "i ain't your girl and I ain't your chick!"
I had an idea and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it
Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said
"yeah now we'll see!"
And o' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized
"ain't you that guy? "
"aint you that girl!"
"de la soul, right? "
"no tracy chapman!"
"why don't you come over to the counter; and write me out an
Autograph? "
Ha ha ha, I had to laugh
She was quick with the bic just to get that autograph
But me and hogg just laughed, and laughed
"what's the name of that song you sing? "
"living in a fast car," I said
Forget about the order I made
I'll go get a slice of pizza instead.
Chorus: repeat 2x
Bitties in the bk lounge, all they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the bk lounge (2x)
Part two:
F - female
P2 - posdonus
F - excuse me, would you take my order I have to go
Shashawna's got a real job, dag don't you know!
P2 - oh yeah, now I recognize
The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes
Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?
F - yes you can, but you can keep your lies
Cause you know you can't diss me
But your pissing me off
I know where you live and I know that your soft
You're as booty as they come [booty? ]
And you dress like a geek
My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks
P2 - look, you don't have to play fly in here
I can tell your fly by the weave that you wear!
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a bk tray
By the way yo, here's yours
F - I know your just sweating me to kill the noise
Of your polyester pants and thier o' so high waters
Look at what you do all day but take orders
You bow tie wearing, clocking and staring
I know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrap
I think you chubby for my man is living slack
P2 - yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school
Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools!
With one hand that punk I could snap- the kid is so skinny...
F - but we be livin fat
P2 - speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?
Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor
Better yet pour it down the pants and let the acid kill
The smell that should have been left to masingel!
Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet
I got to much family to heed your threats
F - are you a family man? [word booty!]
Well I shouldn't be surprized
Your sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying fries
P2 - don't even try that shit!
F - oh damn look! [what? ]
F - here comes one more
It's your father he just finished mooping the floor
Now give them a hand, it's the bk clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am
P2 - well, arn't we living foul
Speaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?
Ops I meant you sorry for the mix up
But your stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups!
F - I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man!
{you'd better!}
I think theres something you should understand
I try to be nice and help the poor make money
And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy!
Now b-k workers is too damn rude
[Posdonus]
Up in them five-star tellies and two mic rhymes
be them average MC's of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems
So systematically inclined to pen lines
without sayin a producer's name, all over the track
Yeah I said it! What you need to do is get back
to reading credits, we them medics
alphabetically stuck on that english
And knock it out before we pour
that sure shot more rock co.kane flow
[MF Doom]
From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in the game as long as you can wheelie your Schwinn
Turn the corner spinnin, bust that ass and get up
Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine
To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to Free Power like Wilco
And still owe bills, pay dues forever
Slay huge when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose ski with a fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose leaf words for dollar
Ya heard? Holla - broad or dude, we leave food
Eat your team for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon me for the mix-up
Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up
[Dave]
Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it
Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll fuck around and leave your mouth
[MF Doom]
Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again
Act like you knew like Toucan Sam an' 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Your rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace
String 'em up, bring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
foul, we all know the rules bro
You slow, you blow the soup on your fools, his Impulse like Yugo
[Posdonus]
You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first
So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum
Everyone cools off from bein hot
It's about if you can handle bein cold or not!
And we was told to hop for no one, s'what I dig bout Prince Paul
We stayed original ever since y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game, but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it
And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
the three L.I. brothers from a other way of thinkin
Hey your lady's winkin, I think you need to control that aura
or I can hold her
[Dave]
The elements are airborne, I smell the success
(Yo let's cookie cut the shit and get the gingerbread, man)
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
Sippin broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
I think I'll pop these verse like first dates to birthdates
September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Intro
Travellinnnnnnnnnnnnnn' at the speeeeeeeed...of thought...
Verse 1
Hey, yo kids! (what's up!)
Remember when I used to be dope? (yeah...)
I owned a pocketful of fame...
(but look what you're doin' now!)
I know, well I know
I lost touch with reality, now my personality
Is an unwanted commodity (believe it!)
Can't believe I used to be mr steve austin on the mic
Six million ways I used to run it
I guess oscar goldman got mad
Cos I got loose circuits (so loose, sigga-sigga so loose...)
I be the mother goose with the eggs
That seem to be...
[fallin'...]
Chorus
You played yourself x4
Verse 2
A-yo, pack my bags cos I'm outta here
Mama don't love me and my mama don't care
Read the papers the headlines say
"washed up rapper got some [buck-kawk!]"
Lingo's busted while the guitar sways
B-side copy for the radio plays for somethin'
I knew I blew the whole fandango
When the drum programmer wore a kangol
Never could be light, great fish won't bite
Fake, realise that I'm over like clover
No good luckin' so mase beep the f(hey!)ckin' beat
While the teenage fan the heat
I bring it to the glues, paid all my dues
So what's gone's dead, let me use my forehead
Easy, pack it up, man, let me stop stallin'
Cos everything I do is like fallin'
[fallin'...]
*Trugoy:*
(Vibes... Vibrations...)
Yeah... Check the vibe y'all, vibe y'all...
(Vibes... Vibrations...)
Dirty, rotten tooth
Select from the sound booth
Collect grammer
Like panhandlers
On skid row
My John Doe'll
Build a vision where thought can go walking
Without the Devil hawking
Stakes Is High like weed smoke
We need folk
To shed the truth
To the wide youth
*Truth Enola:*
Enola got soul
To hell with role models, teachers and guardians
With rock-hard erections, and seven incisions
Raw intercourse with mother nature
She likes to bang to the left
Teach all women and children only the best
Stakes is Higher than the highest mountain
Mos Def
*Mos Def:*
This is the 21st century, poor shit ain't quaint
The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint
I do with some care cause I is who they ain't
That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fat
Boy, ain't no keeping me back. Yes, Mos Def is the handle
Try to test and get supressed like a government scandle
Exhibit is exquisit and a level degrees
Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees
*Posdnuos:*
Yo! I write rhymes like I come from New York City
Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life shitty
Shutting down your rap group, and you best to believe
Brothers become permanent niggas when they soul is a track
And ain't no niggas like the one I know
Cause what I know is them niggas gotta go
Make me feel I need to by a fo-fo
(Bloop Bloop) Sending them express to hell though
*Mos Def:*
Classic material like Run DMC. At least,
four out of five, every Jeep owner agrees
That it's them damn high Stakes
that make you pump yo' brakes (vibes)
pump yo' brakes (vibes)
pump yo' brakes (vibes, vibes)
Haha...
(Vibrations...)
Get with the viggy-vibe ya'll...
*Posdnuos:*
Stakes is High...
You know them Stakes is High, when we dealing with the
(Vibes... Vibrations...)
Stakes is High...
Man them Stakes is High...
*Truth Enola:*
Doctor, I'mma make those house calls and exercise those
Some people getting burned, playing their toes close
Fumble-eye sky tumble-ing down, stay humble-eye
Sidle up and ride. Beware, who you idolize
Religious hypocrits who give away elbow in the face
I'm Enola, system solar, Plug One, solely mine
*Posdnuos:*
We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail
Now we think we better ourselves trying to be calm
When you're puffing that (hay!) in the middle of the barn
Stopping thoughts, so you can stretch a mind into yarn
Funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor
Respecting life, by met up with a little quicker
And we let the body rock the party
until the party rocks the body
Cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin
run in the minds of opposing men
*Trugoy:*
Aiyo, my mens is going to have to learn when to say when
and when to ask why, you accept the [?]
cause you dwelling in a sty
Can't face it man to man, son, I see it in your eye
Conseal it, why try? Display it, when you relay it
You're just a lie.
(Vibes... Vibrations...)
*Posdnuos:*
There was a lovely lady who's intent I thought I had on Rosa Parks
But her ex came to town and took back her heart
And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic
Caught up in expressions
and learning lessons of depression
Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings
To my little Aya-Mo when she having them dreams
And her facial gleams are sweet, but soon to switch to bitter
cause when she reaches sixteen she'll be considered a piece of meat
Not a treat but a trick to sex in showers
People kick last days, we in the last hours
Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long
til recorded ways of striving will be dead and gone
But this loss coming through despite who try to see me
These brothers are too hard, sisters are too easy
Sleazy...
*Mos Def:*
Trying to please me with that sex appeal
When you're livin' in the ghetto man you got to deal
Brothers scatter from the function when they spot the steel
Weapons get concealed, when there's plots to kill
The on all up in the party cause this rock is real
Niggas ain't stoppin' to think so they ain't gon' stop the violence
Music too loud to hear, so Doug E. Fresh say "Silence!"
Through the projects, they terminate and expect violence
I rather take it easy, keep it breezy like the Attic
*Truth Enola:*
Revi-revolutionize
We keep it complex, so don't offend
Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend
And mobilize devil eyes
Fight beside [?], you are the type
For everything in life has a price
Love black berry molasses
So smart you're stupid
Hard heads create soft asses
*Trugoy:*
So like molasses...
That's how you move, and how we prove with that
Come with the full-pack, to keep it native
like tongues, we brung the lickin' for all your earth spittins
Can't write without that excite
But when you come down, you're shit is dumbfound
Sounded weak like mundane, someday
You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece
Until then cease
And I'm out like reece
(Vibes...)
To get some Reese's Pieces
Peace
(Vibrations...)
Check the...
(Vibes... Vibrations...)
(Here we go.)
THE DOO DOO MAN:
How y'all feelin' out there! You're listening to the Rap De Rap show
and I'm the Doo Doo Man playing all the slammin' rap tunes for all
you Mack Daddies and Mackettes, so hold tight for a one hour rap sweep
on WRMS. Who's the Doo Doo Man?
(You're the Doo Doo Man!)
Who's the Doo Doo Man?
(You're the Doo Doo Man!)
MIKE:
Yeah, ha ha ha. You're listening to MC Rocco Ribs and the BBQ Crew,
and when we're not burning that pork, we're in New York listening to
the Rap De Rap Show on WRMS!
KIM CARTER:
Y-y-y-y-yo, this is Kim KC and I'm chillin' with the Suckwheat Posse,
and when I'm not home making a hamhock sandwich, I'm listening to
Rap De Rap Show on WRMS. You ravioli heads, we outta here. Ooh ooh
ooh, the Doo Doo Man!
Q-TIP:
Yo, yo, what's up, 's up, this is Q-Q-Tip-Tip from a Tribe Tribe
called Quest Quest Quest, I'm listening to the Doo Doo Man on
WRMS-S-S-S and I'm out!
MASE:
Yo, my name is MC No Shame, and when I ain't getting busted in bed
with your mama, or sellin' crack to the kids at Amityville High
School, hey I'm listening to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS, peace!
DE LA SOUL:
This this this this is De La Soul, Pos Love
This is Dove Love
Mase Love
And when we're not here we're where?
WRMS y'all, with who? The Doo Doo Man!
DIVINE STYLER:
Yo, peace, this is the D-I-V-Ine Styler-Ine, and all come inside
Divine, I'm listenig to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS. I am outta
here, ha ha ha!
BOBBY SIMMONS:
Yo what's up my name is Colonel Bobby, I'm listening to the Doo Doo
Man on WRMS... yo, and I'm outta here, peace.
JUNGLE BROTHERS:
Ha, yo, ha ha, the JB's! JB's in the house! Jungle Brothers, word up,
on WRMS, Rap De Rap, my man! Like roaches lickin' soup. Doo Doo
Man! Checkin' out the Doo Doo Man.
(You got the cooties)
PAUL:
Yo, this is Prince Paul, when I'm not brushing my teeth with DiDi 7 or
boosting my memory or purchasing real estate tapes, I'm listening
to my stromie, my homie, the Doo Doo Man on WRMS! Rrr-RRAH!
POPMASTER HIGHT:
Hey hey hey Paul, I got a job for ya. You know that guy Rufus? That
Dove:
Access to her code
Lovestruck was my mode
Took a look, dropped my textbook
Jenifa... (oh!)
Breakfast, broke it fast
She was in my english class
Asked for notes, rocked my boat
Jenifa... (oh!)
Jenny
Lost her favourite penny
So I gave her a dollar
She kissed me
(and I hollered)
In a flash the school bell rang
Jenny grabbed on to my hand
Took me home and said, trugoy just
Swing and swing and swing
Pos:
The downstairs, where we met
I brought records, she cassettes
Lost the breaks, found her shape
Jenifa, oh jenny
Transcripts showed more than flirt
'i love daisies' read her shirt
Grabbed my jeans, jimmy screamed
Jenifa, oh jenny
Marvelous
Shaped like a vase
No one can live their life for pos
Found a 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'
Posdnuos 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 'dnuos is way above sinks
So to the kitchen she did dan
And came back wrapped in saran
(now wait a minute! little derwin got something to
Show us that jenny could never do. listen...)
(hey. look at little derwin. look at him go, look at him go!
Awww, baby.)
Dove:
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
Screwed plug two, did the do
Jenifa oh jenny
Jenny
Teased my homeboy granny
In fact she teased so many
She was known as a garden tool
Pos:
No more
I dispatched
Was it jimmy had met his match
Or could it be the realisation
All girls owned a jenny
For normal health
I had fought
A valuable lesson she had taught
Don't flaunt that the candy is good
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
Living in everyday is something
Something everyday like this is our livin'
Giving something sheer for the crowd is our major
Major to the crowd is to hear what we're givin'
No time to rest, we got work in the studio
Studio suppliers rest at no time
Show time is enough when the Soul is performing
Performing is the Soul y'all and it's show time
Coping with dates in clubs, can't even lounge
Lounge with the homeboys how we are copin'
Scoping new material for Paul to plug high-pitched
High-pitched what Paul plugs in and still scopin'
Bearer of beautiful views to express the peace
Peaceful expressions why we are bearers
What the Soul tries to project is when existing in rap
You're living in a full time era
This is a recording
This is a recording
Puttin' in spin the rhyme, rappers fear so
Fear so much of what Pos is puttin'
Couldn't do better, the punks they don't try hard
Try hard enough, they don't, so they couldn't
No joke to what I do inside this field
This field to me is filed, there's no joke
So soak up the fact there's no part-time
Part-time rappers at, so soak
Taking in new ideals leads to new groups
New groups to better the Soul, I'm takin'
Wakin' from days and nights to do my best
Your best gets us paid, so I'll keep on wakin'
Wearer of a Plug logo to the dying
Dying are rappers who think I'm no wearer
What I'm trying to say is when dealing in rap
You're living in a full time era
This is a recording
This is a recording
Love is to all, to all goes my love
Dove comes to peace like stand comes to sit
Stand for the court 'cause standing is healthy
Healthy in sense is mentally fit
Pause for the poets of a new style of speak
Just here to do the same with no trick
Grab the Plug Two's live wire, my brother
And find that you've grabbed my pet boa constrict
Ring goes the garbage, I'm hearing
Seek for the truth, my brother is tearing
No time to back-step 'cause if you back-step
Look what you stepped in, you stepped in mess
So look what's around you
Don't worry for the Soul will find the truth
About three years from now, you know why?
'Cause we're living in a full time era
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
Yes, this is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
This is a recording
(Pos)
I be that mind blessin blessin these lessons we've ignited
Want to bring it to my face man you're cordially invited
cause I've cited, you posess no science in your thinking
So I'm gonna (never) you're blinking!
(Dove)
Fingers be pointin, and leakin falsifyin the stink
You think I'm pink I bl-l-link with them shades of thought and think
(and in this corner be the hush) so play on William Rhodes
Cause at the sound of the bell my circle square controls
And all MC's best sweat, we bringin buckets of heat
(Pos)
So don't fret kid I let you lick the love I secrete, yo
Even my foes give me bravos, and that shows
total domination in this rhyme complication
(Dove)
Yeah the skill is a cinch I rock the womb with a mic
and in the days of the nickel and breast, I knew de yes yes y'allin
was the callin, clearly not for the gat
For combat, I bring a bag of my rhymes for the SAT
(Pos)
I'm Plug One-of-a-kind, for you people's delight
And for you sucker MC's, step to your knees
Ain't no second thoughts and all your thoughts are from Orion
I can tell that you a devil by them rhymes you're designin
Your play doggin tactics can't fuck with my facets
Just because you talk all that glock shit don't mean you can rock shit!
Your identities on freeze
Just a form of protozoa tryin to cross them seas
(Dove)
See high horse riders gettin shot by the sheriff
Cause nobody's safe for crimes
And even all you skirts need to checkin in your upstairs attic
Cause Mase is smackin hoes if hoes is startin static
(Pos)
Now it ain't all good when your jam goes wood
So as a deterrant, I use mental current
Got them brothers shook, peep the look comin out of the face
Cause they all catch a bruise from the hits we make
Your fame and cars should be listed as magnets
Legends never die but they can get shot and killed
Ain't nuttin glitter when you're battlin MC's
you once imitated in a mirror so to down syndrome you kneel
(Dove)
The same status I heard, the same nothin
My ears fears the faulty locks tryin to lock down the stops
but I earn more than your Menudo or your Boyz II Men
While down syndrome keeps you immune to frequencies I send
Fresher than a sniff off havin them J in fifth
I identify with your rhythm
but I exist for more than just a Benz, so mends
I'm cuttin off my friends to keep a smile calicum iron grain
(Pos)
Let me tell you a little something about Soul (tell em son)
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to
Plug Wonder why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it til December
I'm a member of them kids from the inner city
Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for making
more money than a pagan holiday
Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say
(Dove)
Say what man? You gritty like a diamond grenade
For the cameo spot you tries to fool Parade
You acrobats flip the star gazin map, for alla that
you'll be the first to place, and ran it all to a waste
And all the style that you bring (gotta make decks bend)
I want to give y'all a little announcement man
For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out
The shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin?
A lot of niggas trying to take hip-hop
And make that shit R&B;, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin?
Or make that shit funk
Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop
And like the Wu we bring it to you in the purest form
We reside far away from the norms
Spawn from the big catch, big bang, big breaks
Fetch pads and pens, even with the pencil
Rap labels studied us, flooded us with stencil
That's tinseltown, murder your display
And we stay flying even with the terrorists' trying
This to that town, monitor the pat down
Searching for controlled substance with sustenance
We inventors of the drug, ever since
Day-glo covers, broke pots, green balloons
The black shirt saying stakes, elevated noon
AOI, grind, you hear it,
Understand we steer it,
Some choose to veer it off the course
The main source missing
You've paid no dues, you've earned no pension
Learn the rules! You can either be the pimp
Or the pimped out tools
Wack niggas need not forget!
Stop running up on niggas with
All that wack shit
(Word up man)
Talkin' bout you emcee
You ain't no emcee...
...Like me
I bake works of art
While labels worry 'bout artwork
Or top of the chart perks
You need to insert a lot more of that
Original tier, that you can't manage
Just causes damage so just go, get away from here!
You're fuckin' the game up
Too low to aim up so just go, get away from here!
And some'll believe that they're leaders
Young fella you're a two liter
Simply waterway drowning out the source
This lesson is aligned with an underground cause
So sharpen your paper mate, my number twos'll make the beacon shine
And you *sound effects*
The fine lining is detail, the garment is retail
But I don't buy rap or excuses
The code used to be an unspoken device
But since that's gone you see what rap produces
(Y'knahmsayin'?)
The one on one, two on twos
Assemble in the center of squares like statues (Word up!)
Understand I just do this I don't have to
(Y'knahmsayin' this is hip-hop right here!)
(Y'knahmsayin' this is lyrics!)
But you wouldn't know that feeling if it slapped you
Like new credit, the blood work's indebted
Microphone donor, two pints of get right
I got my cardio up my nigga
Don't give a damn about a party
I do it for the body
Upchuck your mandibles, the scrambler's back
Since the two inch tape how ample is that?
Like furry dice hanging off the mirror
Your position is concerning my vision
These objects seem to be closer than they appear
And they could never catch us their directions don't match up
Just go, get away from here!
You're jamming the lane up
Messing the game up,
POS:
Smoothed out without the R and B
(Mercy) Come on!
(Mercy) Come on y'all!
(Mercy) Come on!
There's no R and B in this song
So come along fly children come along
Come along fly children come along
Come along fly children come along
There's no R and B in this song!
Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal
Who flaunts to the point just like a missile
A habit wit ear kiddin' wit gold mags
And since she fancies facial hair she asks my name
(Hey baby what's your name?)
Now ever so fab I said I'm wala
Miss Wild who used to run tough wit Koala
She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that
I said I'm gonna feed your mouth she said you do that
Now Crystal stops the jeep I think I'm mad fly
She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs
Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile
And in bed she had proved to be real agile
I show her to the lounge and I dined her
Then she gave me some digits where I could find her
I licked her like a stamp
Laid and sticked her like a champ
But the... um she gave me burn
I had to go see the doctor
(3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer (Uhhhh)
(3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer (Oh yeah)
(3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer
(3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer!
DOVE:
Well it was thirty after nine and I was loungin'
Tokin' on some smoke that I was poundin'
I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall
Thinkin' a good day to shop
But then we got stopped
A shooter man said "Yo this is a stick up"
A whole lot of dirt was 'bout to kick up
I had screens in my pocket
And man, tonight's my date
Wit Smokey Sue, now what was I to do?
In my head I'm thinking, 'Should I dodge the bullet?'
'Man this kid is bluffin' you can pull it'
I feared the whole scene,
The shooter didn't bluff
Now look at me now,
He shot my ass dead
(Yeah)
(You shouldn't have)
(I did, so let's get in the van)
(You shouldn't have)
(I did, so get in the fucking van!)
(I love you babe)
(I. I love you babe)
(I love you babe)
(I love you babe)
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
Skeezer skeezer skeezer
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
Extra, extra, what's that all about?
I'm wishin' the position of my lovin's sorted out
I shed a tear 'cause I'm hearin' nothin' new or particular
Status once parallel, now it's perpendicular
An' everything is just as clear as day
Realistically explicit in the things you say
I guess a bitch in the batter's gonna make the flavor fatter
But you gots to keep it for real
Forget about your jewels an' gems
You won't be needin' none of them
The tool'll fix the era, my mellow used to wear a
Name buckle, now he chuckle 'cause he earn a dime quicker
Talkin' 'bout a burnin', sippin' on some malt liquor
An' all these kiddies wishin' they were supa emcees
But to earn my 'S', I had to learn some less
About a crime'll make million, a dime'll make a call
I'd rather hop on the line an' drop a rhyme to Prince Paul
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
Hey kid, what's the word? Man, it's all about mind
Keepin' focused on them self-mechanisms of rhyme
So no longer stand erect 'cause your thoughts are drained
Walkin' round manifestin' attributes of shame
Used to squabble for the mic but now accordingly
We act unless a club can't afford the fee
We act, so name that any best man to put us under
Created from the ground yet know nothin' 'bout the under
Take a glimpse at them pimps playin' record exec
Addin' up all your O's, so is to cut you a check
Sayin',? Why the blunder? Wonder could've G'd today?
So you can put up some swings for your seed to play
But a swing ain't that important
When the park's around the corner
Filled with life, causin' death
Greetin' victims for the mornin'
It was the moment I feared, nah, the moment I steered
Upon the right path to know the right math to over stand
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time for hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love in all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition, no doubt
I'll be gone like you're wishin' an' I'm out
'Cause I ain't got time
Chorus: all
If you can dig it, deal with it, if you can't, just forget it
Cause nobody rocks the party like we
Get loose, get loose, sunshine get loose
Just rock, and show 'em you got juice
And have, have, have, have, have, have, have fuuuuuuun!
Verse 1: la sunshine
I know it's been a while since the last time
You're heard la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme
But now I think it's time to go for mine
So you can sit back, relax, just max and unwind
Because it's time for me to out a few heads to bed
Because I'm upset at what somebody said
I've heard it through the grapevine it's been said
That sunshine, can't rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest line that I heard in a long time
The wanna be me's that they I sound off beat
I'm not off beat, I'm totally unique and it sounds real sweet
So if you're ready, get set for a trip to the sun
You'll be guided, and I've decided to become
One to take total control of your soul
Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold
Chorus:
Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!
Verse 2: posdnuos
Now you can bet that I'm first kick a watt
Soul son, plug one, posdnuos I'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the brain
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of sane
So homeboys and girls just come follow me
I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and plug three
I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow
But I gets mad respect from norfolk to glasgow
I run this up to court about a minute to the sec
Cause my hoodie won't clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math
And after this give me your goddamn autograph
Chorus:
Whipper whip, you can make the microphone sing
Walking around sporting your diamond ring
All the ladies know you as an mc king
So get on the mic and tell 'em it ain't no thing
Verse 3: whipper whip
Well the prince is my title and, I do what I must do
When rappers get beside themselves, that's when I bust two
Or three, see it doesn't matter to me
Cause the w-h-i-p's got an army
Whipper whip, the whipster, money gripster
Can't stand the tipster unless she got the hips to
Move a mountain, left on kingsly and fountain
1345 is where I used to count them
The grips in my bucket's the kind that choke horses
No more losses and no toy mosses
It's the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood
I'm whipper whip, I but the g in "good"
Yo I can blow like a whistle, run far beyond average
Been rapping to the man like randy savage
You be the judge, come stand as I slam some
There's open invitation to all and then some
Chorus:
Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna blow your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!
Verse 4: dove
I kick the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling
Next stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips
>from back in the days I used to air it to the hits
Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel
And wild style was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects
Without the "bah diddy bah" I couldn't go and cash checks
Chorus:
Dj mase, since you got the bass, why don't you hit it, hit it?
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!
The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the tito
Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it
Tito, rocking it!
Verse 5: tito
Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token
No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringer
I'm solo, like bobo, breaking backs like bolo
No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sitting
Ducks should I mention rhyme breezing like benson
Or hedges, I'm fuming autographs for the human
Being, I'm g-ing, off like keying
Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, who's slaying?
A tv or movie, hit singles often move me
Like groove me, they got me lingers like a ? ? ?
No slipping, no tripping on me while I'm ripping
Slam dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie pippen
A vocab that's no fad, I'm heftier than glad bags
My son's about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"
Chorus:
Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstar's blows your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!
Verse 6: superstar
I get the honor to rap with some old school greats
Caz, whipper whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new school
A perfect blend from the old and new
Superstar, where did I fit in? how did I get in?
Where did I begin, sin?
I'm known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs
Yeah, my name's whispered in the ghettos
When I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page
Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase
Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo
You won't forget me, why, because I flow
Chorus:
So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha
Gmc, ha huh! (yo my throat is sore)
Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit)
Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore!
Verse 7: grandmaster caz
Well I'm a black act back to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track with the stack of facts
True old data, see you later alligator
Raid or raider darth vader, cause I'm greater or rater
Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude
Who got screwed cause he chewed
But I'm a writer, you can't take a bite of
So light up your lighter and watch me recite a
Dope verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But first a few minutes of funk, preferably seven
Microphones, all I need is one
Mc's to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don
When the job is done, but don't stop me now
I'm on a roll, control the whole stroll
And bowl the whole toll, fold the known souls
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit boots
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
Walls record us, break through the borders
All the manslaughters and kidnap daughters
Who are building and chlling in the building with a villian
I'm killing and illing but still in like bob dylan
I'm democratic emphatic erratic static I'm good at it
And suckers get gatted with the automatic
Rhymes are plenty, styles are many
Yeah, and that's as real as jimmy sticking jenny
If anybody knows a trick to slip my wig
With a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick
He's a vick bound to get tracked off
Step to the grandest and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the quickness
Ah one two ah one two
Ah one two ah one two
"breakadawn. breakadawn."
Ah one two ah one two (repeat 6x)
Verse one: posdonus
I was born in the boogie down catscan
Where my building fell down on the rats and
People sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile)
While i settle off the shores of the long isle
My father's clean not mean my mind is clear when i transmit
I am the man ner of the family cuz the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove, that i can mends
Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay, wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the nubians
We bout to place you in that +3 feet+ of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter mrs. jones' perm
I gotta +hey love+ all the honies cause they're short term
Tallyin the score i'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it
So get your butt out the sling, i stung muhammad float a note
That means i'm def, so like the autographs you sign until the
"breakadawn. breakadawn."
Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4x)
Verse two: dove, posdonus
Aiyyo groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer
Wave the eighteen mill', eat a still
Sack or bag of troubles, make the single double
Loop the coin and join the minimum wage
I had a plan if i was the man, i'd throw the j
Lay it low and late night i get sessed
Uncondition my ways, of the everyday sunset
Wagin my days, to the one bet
Cause your breaks'll have the carrot of cakes, whether mine
Out of line, i breeze into the early mornin
Freak the wic call and get a tap on my shoulder
Cause the days of the breaks, be just about over
The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks
I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the cheer all temperature here
I keep it to the rear, and then i'm exploding
I be the fab i be the fabulous but see unlike the chi
I got the flea up in the name "ah one two, ah one two"
Can't no one bend my cousin from the peter piper like the others
Latchin on to when i caught the fame "ah one two, ah one two"
Pass the task to ask me bout the native tongue again my friend
I tell you jungle brothers +on the run+ "ah one two, ah one two"
I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry
Believe the genesis life fill with stills mean that i'm def
So like the autographs you sign until the
"breakadawn. breakadawn."
Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4x)
Verse three: dove, posdonus
We in the mornin at the end, but in the end i be the is
Cause in the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
To the long i laid the anchor in the 'ville
And how i relate, the same side of my gates
Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero degrees
And the weather feels fine
You opened my eyes man, thought i had a man
But how could i eyescan, i wasn't around
I seen the states and played the dates in the far-far
Gathered the new, from the zoas around
Grew up with mikey rodes and played the codes
Sometimes i don't budge, without my cous' fuzz/fuzz
A simple, "how ya do?" ah check it from my friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special
Now there's no +shiny happy people+ in the crew we play the rough
I got the huff, and puff, to blow the house low
You know the neverending factor while i'm over, tell a squid
I know an enterprising brother, so report to the bridge
I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right
(cause a squid is just a punk) yo he deserved to lose the fight
I might meander 'cross your dream, travellin up the stream
Plug wonder wonder why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that de la soul
Is sure to show you we will hit the charter harder
[Incomprehensible]
A few short words, and whaddya know?
Oh, whaddya know? He comes
Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown
Drown you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Cory
And still got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days
My ways of control is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind
Sorry to disappoint, but dis joint's mine
Display your indie but say no
More or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win
Scores to settle, crews to crush
You rush right in to see him do it with a smile
It's Long Isle y'all, longevity sustainin' my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all
I was told to step righteous, so when it's done
Everyone will say I stepped right
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin' his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light
[Incomprehensible]
A few short words, and whaddya know?
Oh, whaddya know? He comes
Aiyyo, I'm up against these walls, here's my back stiff straight up
Dazzle and razzlin' broads like I'm little Juan Magic
Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop
Top drama every time these commas don't drop
Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth
To shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick
Overlapped and hooded
Skin repeated like Stutterin' John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet
In a place she believes, much better than your lies
She say she lookin' better in my eyes, bullshit
Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck
I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby
I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me
Bifocusedly die hopeless sometimes
Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time
When God is an non pos', you stand to download
Demanded like slaves on trial, we want free
Man cock aim ready, it's time you MC
So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti runs
Through my veins since cable with the wired remote
Woodgrainin' like you wired his float
C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so original, you heard?
C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so original
Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
And just lay whooptay, whooptay?
Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude's toupee
Since tunin' into T-La Rock'n AJ
Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls you can go cruising' in my OJ
[Incomprehensible]
A few short words, and whaddya know?
(Ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah)
(Ooh weee, sho' lookin' fine)
(Ooh weee, sho' lookin' fine)
(Let, let me in)
DOVE:
I got good news, I got eye witness
Good news, I got eye witness
Due in a hip lift, dead into my phenomenon
Dazed with the quickness
Sweat, one sweat, two sweat, three
Motions, what motions? What could it be?
She, she (watchin' you) who, me?
Hon, Velveeta got your cut
(Ain't no lockin' up now)
Give the symmetrics to your bottom
(Ain't no lockin' up)
Shake less of that Catholic cool
Push panic, the button, and freeze
A's for Amen, J's for the Jenifa
Oh Jennys, oh please oh please
(Oh please oh please)
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
POS:
Force it like a motion, let me in to that
Flower power child, let me in to that
Let me sew your panic button, let me in to that
I got the semen headlocked, you won't get fat
Just lay, lay back, way, way, way
The oops up, it's a clear Saturday
We're selling my all-expense July paid
By the way, what's your name?
Just kidding, I know it's Renee
No, it isn't? Word, word, well check it out
Check, check it out
I got my my mind made up, come on, get it
Take a test, child
And get with this Pos position
From beginning to the Huckleberry Fin
If I was to yodel, would you let me in?
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Pos got the skyrocket in his jeans
Would you let me in if I was to sing
Like a hookey-non-stop-reggae-roost-rasta-king
Jimmy done starburst, know what I mean
Jimmy done burst, gotta come clean
Yo, Maseo, blow this scene
MASE:
Dip, dip, di, you're making me cry
With that onion between your thighs
Come give me some of that brown sugar
So the sweets can make me active
If I said you were attractive
May I supplement with an additive?
Hey, hooker let me hook you with my reel
Take you to the crib, cook up a real meal
Skip the meal and walk this way
(Hey, hey, hey)
Come on into my room, here we go
Here we here we here we go
(Boom!) Did you feel the bed break?
(Boom!) Did you feel the floor shake?
(Boom!) Did you feel the earth quake?
(Boom!) Now, quick, do you wanna take a break?
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
(What's this?)
(What?)
(In your pocket, that bulge?)
(Hey, hey, hey!)
(Harry, let me see it)
(Jumping jehosaphat!)
(Quaggin', quakin' and shakin')
(And that's no fakin')
(Let me see the gun, Harry, I want to see if it's been fired)
(Why are you complaining? I've always given you a piece of the action)
(So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed)
"yes, this is miss renee king from philadelphia. I want you to please
Give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and I'm calling in reference
To the music business. thank you."
Dove:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name (uh)
And your number
And I'll get back to you.
Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I can't stand it
Wanna be down with the day-glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
"i got a funky new tune with a fly banjo"
I can't understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
How'd they get my name and number
Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering machine that can talk to you
It goes
Pos:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Yo, check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's harry, dick, and tom, with a demo in his palm
Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the mood to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro
I be like, "yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles kool-aid wide and ask,
"was it def? "
And with the straighest face I be like, "hell yes."
I slip them the digits to papa prince paul
So I don't go awol but yet I know when they call
They get
Mase:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Check it out
Party at the dug-out on diction ave
Haven't been to the jam in quite a while
Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles
'stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here bi-da miles to the center
Reliever of duty, plug one mosies in
And I be like, "yo g, pos does all the producing"
Pos:
Now woe is me to the third degree
Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny
Jettin'
But I'm getting used to this demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Make way to my radius playin fly guy
Try to get on my back they force like luke sky
Me myself and I go through this act daily
And rarely do I not
No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me
No matter what the plot
And even out on tour they be like,
"yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel"
I be like "oh swell"
Unveil the numeric code to dial my room
And tell them to call me at noon
But of course there's no answering machine in my room
But a pretty young adorer
Who I swung on tour
And if it rings while we're alone
She'll answer the phone
And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem
Dove:
"hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring
Now you're waiting on the beep.
Say, I would love if you'd sing
The tune to tru instead of fronting on the speak."
So no problemo, just play the demo
And at the end it's break out time
Please oh please don't press rewind
Cause I'll just lay it down the line
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And I'll get back to you
Pos:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And we'll get back to you. peace
'yo what's up man, this is ronald master down with the fish tank
Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook
Me up, true. you know we got this fly new jam called 'swimming in the
Fish tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know
What I'm saying, but I just need your help, prince paul gave me your
Number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me,
Got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook
Me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back
At 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a
"If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions"
This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about triflin' times of Millie
Millie, a Brooklyn Queen-originally from Philly
Complete with that accent that made her sound hilly-billy
Around this time, the slammin' joint was Milk is Chilin'
But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
Yeah, I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances
I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game
Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin'
On your dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'
Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you
He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school
He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's
Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad
Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon
But when Millie and him got him, he was more of a villain
While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom
And he would toss and then would force her to give him head room
Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen
But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
(Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the
deal?)
I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal
Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him
And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em
And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him
When I got home, I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry)
I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon
I received a call from Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot"
She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missal
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip
You're just mad he's your overseer at school
No need to play him out like he's someone cruel
She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self
Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
He as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother
As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie
I ask her what's her problem, all she says is "Where is he?"
I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
She shouts to Dill he's off to hell cuz he's a demon
None of the kids could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to
Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to
(Thank you, thank you, and for my latest basket of cherries, here it
goes, baby!)
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch
Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch
(Everything I do's gonna be fine)
POS:
Channeling in sync so my would bring (WHAT!)
Wit dat, causin' all fat I'm responsible for ya diet
(Keep it quiet!)
Yo I got beats. State this stitch on my national fabric
My daughter will speak the arabic that's how I lift
Levitate to my nation when holding up your nickels
I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles
Like green on the pickle
My papes are the up master of the cabbage patch
DOVE:
Ya eyes got the latch
POS:
So catch the cut, I hold the rut
For the people's reminder when in Maseo Path
I be the finder of the patch
DOVE:
Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the 'da dip'
Take the horse into the jolly ranch
Keep the hush
The good, the bad, and Uncle Tom, beat it kid
(Whoaaaa...!)
Do doo doo do do do do do
Show the sheep cause I found the food
When I string the man wit the eye patch
The eye patch
When I'm walkin' it and could ya make it go sha na na na
(Mmmmmmm)
POS:
It sniffs good
Punks show disguises when I'm standing in the wood
I be the in 'cause the brother holdin' glocks is out
I be the in 'cause the pusher runnin' blocks is out
I be the in 'cause the kid smokin' weed,
Shootin' seed which leads to a girl's stomach
Being 'bout a half a ton is out
Show the finger print
And give me good grief for my lumber
Pants will sag 'cause I'm licensed as a plumber
Feel the Plug
(Yo, something's wrong here)
Now give a shout
DOVE: Yo what's up, I'd like to give a holler to Big 7 off in the
Oakenone!
POS: And I bring an income in to my baby girl Twyla in White Plains and
all my peoples out in Delaware.
MASE: Yeah yeah yeah, and I like to give a shout out to all those
rappers who dissed us on records, and I wanna
let you know you're still wack.
And oh yeah, I ain't mentioned no names 'cause you might f...
(All right. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that)
