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Lyrics
[Intro]
Merce, Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One
[Verse 1]
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 logs
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 tantalizing
Flip flops, skeezer-lizing and props
Or 3 Feet High and Rising
Tell me, what's more?
[Verse 2]
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, the 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?
[Verse 3]
Tell me what's more old-fashioned
Lemonade, a Black man's fade
Or a kiss that's soaked in passion
Tell me what's more secretive
Love looks, a diary book
Or the De La style us speakers give
Tell me what's more off-tempo
Wearing pink, a fizzy Lipton drink
Or a brother with acne and dimples
Tell me what's more confusing
A Rubik's Cube, a dusted dude
Or a figuring which one ya choosing
Tell me, what's more?
[Outro]
Yo, Pos and Dove, stand clear to be plugged up
Ah, to hell with that, I ain't got no time to be playin' with it
Just tell me what's going on, I just wanna know what's going on
Go ahead, Pos and Dove, tell me what's going on, man
Won’t you just tell me what's happening, man
Ah, you won’t 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, you in the house
Hey, Pos, Dove, what's going on, baby?
Prince Paul, hey, what's up, man? I'm coolin'
This is P.A. Mase and I just wanna say
Hey, Kool DJ Red Alert, what's up, man?
Ah man, we outta here, alright, peace, y'all
#DeLaSoul #WhatsMore #3FHR35
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Merce, Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One
[Verse 1]
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 logs
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 tantalizing
Flip flops, skeezer-lizing and props
Or 3 Feet High and Rising
Tell me, what's more?
[Verse 2]
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, the 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?
[Verse 3]
Tell me what's more old-fashioned
Lemonade, a Black man's fade
Or a kiss that's soaked in passion
Tell me what's more secretive
Love looks, a diary book
Or the De La style us speakers give
Tell me what's more off-tempo
Wearing pink, a fizzy Lipton drink
Or a brother with acne and dimples
Tell me what's more confusing
A Rubik's Cube, a dusted dude
Or a figuring which one ya choosing
Tell me, what's more?
[Outro]
Yo, Pos and Dove, stand clear to be plugged up
Ah, to hell with that, I ain't got no time to be playin' with it
Just tell me what's going on, I just wanna know what's going on
Go ahead, Pos and Dove, tell me what's going on, man
Won’t you just tell me what's happening, man
Ah, you won’t 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, you in the house
Hey, Pos, Dove, what's going on, baby?
Prince Paul, hey, what's up, man? I'm coolin'
This is P.A. Mase and I just wanna say
Hey, Kool DJ Red Alert, what's up, man?
Ah man, we outta here, alright, peace, y'all
#DeLaSoul #WhatsMore #3FHR35
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![De La Soul - Ego Trippin (Part Two) (Official Music Video) [HD] ft. Shortie No Mass](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/eu1g18U1_6s/mqdefault.jpg "De La Soul - Ego Trippin (Part Two) (Official Music Video) [HD] ft. Shortie No Mass
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Lyrics
Im buggin
E-ghostbusters
Mercy, mercy, (ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy! (ego trip, ego trip)
Mercy!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Yep, yep big trucker mans rollin in town
How ya do, how ya do
I got the joints to make ya (jump!)
Because Im headin eastbound
Tired of the merry go round and around
And everybodys talkin bout youre stuff funny
But they still tellin lies to me
I got the trees in my backyard
And its hard for them to tell a lie to me
And whos the foot, Im the foot but whos steppin
(Aint no half steppin)
You know where Im steppin
Skirts play wit it cause Im slick like that
Im the greatest MC in the world
You gots to gimme gimme mine cause Im heavy when I weigh it
Watch the way I say it (ego trip)
I change my pitch up, smack my bitch up, I never did it
The flavors bein bought, but brothers aint gettin it
Get it, or else youre a goner
When I rolls over ya gonna have to wanna lamp
Cause its the Chattanooga champ
Takin the train, takin the train, takin the train, takin a train
Now Im somethin like a phenomenon
Im somethin like a phenomenon
Well, Im the hourglass cat
Drug it out of jack (For Jill)
Cause I spilled the phenomenon
Pack the holes in my lawn
Got girls in my song
Word is bond, Im a livin phenomenon
Well Im a better brand cause Im a superman
I run the block with my circle cause Im nubian
I got the platinum rust, so dont even fuss
Cause DJ Paul, hes down with us
Now people stop takin my stylin for a joke
I dont sassafrass, I put the foot up their ass
Sometimes Im 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 every day
I got to make me a connection so my imports stuff
(Word) Word em up
Cause Im so fly
Yes on and on
Im ins like - (Dont rock 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 its caught up
When the tides taught me the ropes
No weights for the baits (Man, Ill give you four)
For a verb unheard of (Man, gimme one more)
Alright you got it if youre special
With a dapper toe tapper when a lots goin on
(And aint a damn thing happenin)
The answer to the riddle is me and heres 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 the mind
So mind ya manners baby
I run a line on ya
Lay ya on the springs then slay 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 roomm just give me room back the hell up
Back the hell up
Know what Im sayin
Or when I run the mic there wont 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...
Dont 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)
(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!!)
Somebodys cryin?
I know somebodys cryin
Whos cryin?
Yo, somebodys cryin here
(Trippin down the fuckin stairs)
(YEEAAAHHH!)
#DeLaSoul #EgoTrippinPartTwo #HipHop50
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![De La Soul - Ego Trippin (Part Two) (Live At Tramps, NYC, 1996) [Official Audio]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/fUqIJPUskcA/mqdefault.jpg "De La Soul - Ego Trippin (Part Two) (Live At Tramps, NYC, 1996) [Official Audio]
#DeLaSoul #HipHop50 #LiveAtTramps #EgoTrippin
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![De La Soul - I Am I Be (Edit) [Official Audio] ft. Maceo Parker, Fred Wesley, Pee Wee Ellis](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/gPW3GcbUK2c/mqdefault.jpg "De La Soul - I Am I Be (Edit) [Official Audio] ft. Maceo Parker, Fred Wesley, Pee Wee Ellis
#DeLaSoul #ClearLakeAudiotorium
De La Soul’s Clear Lake Audiotorium is one of their most sought-after releases by super fans. The holy grail of De La Soul albums, it was released in 1994 exclusively as a promotional item to A-list DJs. It features four tracks from the group’s Buhloone Mindstate album and two new tracks – “sh.Fe.Mc’s” featuring A Tribe Called Quest and “Stix & Stonz” featuring The Fearless Four, Grandmaster Caz, and Prince Whipper Whip.
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![De La Soul - Oooh (Official Music Video) [HD] ft. Redman](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/gmDfDCP6JuQ/mqdefault.jpg "De La Soul - Oooh (Official Music Video) [HD] ft. Redman
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Lyrics
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
Get your ass up, and lets get ill
Thats right, yall, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes (Brick City)
Yo, dont 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, its the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear
Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
While we rockin it, Ill 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, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It aint my fault your ass is on the asphalt (phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
Im iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, yall just rookies to me
Slidin up and down the court, but I dont think you can D
Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk (yo)
Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that Afrocentric lovin is the past drug (what?)
A life filled with (guns) thats what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice
While it muffles your voice
Now when Im swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold
Cause if you dont, youll 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 were forever
Direct beats thats contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in the streets thatll blast your ass for the shine
And get, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight
Then go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if youre lovin our sound
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, and to my broke niggas on the corner holdin me down
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I swear Tommy gon 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 (uh-huh)
Big moneys make the big decisions
Keep Hip Hop alive, its just an intermission (yeah)
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap
I had a name for makin paper since papier-mâché (come on)
Now my dollar coins join pounds of Yen for play
While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker
You dont make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to Goddamn
Damn, God, youre killin it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it (uh-huh)
Soundin like they virtual
This jointll hurt you, yo
Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (shh, shh, shh, shh)
They did a job (shit)
Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CDs (word up)
Of shiny suit rappers and flossin emcees
Who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
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 niggas, if ya up in the stands
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
To my women thatll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
Brick City go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (too smoked)
Yeah
Right now they call me, Hardcore Motherfucker
Hey, Hip Hoppers, tired of that old trend of ghostwriters?
Well, heres the newest sensation thats sweepin the nation
Ghost Weed, Ghost Weed
Hey ballers, ballettes, thugs, chickenheads
Take a listen to how Ghost Weed
Will help you kick it like your favorite rapper
Just a couple of hits and its gangster
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with Ghost Weed
nah, just, step back off
(Let me get some) I got Pharoahe Monch, Ima do it
(Yo, you gonna fuck that shit up, man) I got that kid like, whoa
Im sayin, uh
Yo, you need to take some more, son
Yo, I take another hit
(Ghost Weed) (oh, shit, ah)
(Thats that fire shit, yo)
Yo, yall gonna let me get busy though, real quick? (Yo, alright)
I wanna, I wanna hear you rhyme (yall gon, yall gon)
You might sound nice cause Im high now but (you wanna hear me rhyme? Uh)
Check my ad lib, uh
Yeah, aight word, yeah, okay, yeah (word)
Im ready, drop that beat (alright)
#DeLaSoul #Oooh #HipHop50")
![De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) (Official Music Video) [HD]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hm6Kkje7bBM/mqdefault.jpg "De La Soul - Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) (Official Music Video) [HD]
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Lyrics
Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and Im calling in reference to the music business. Thank you.
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
Why dont you leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Hey how are ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
But leave your name and your number
And Ill, get back to you
Once again its another rap bandit
Fiending at I and I cant 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 cant understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealin’ with my own biz
Howd 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
Its 222-2222
I gotta answering machine that can talk to you
It goes”
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
But leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Yo, check it, exit the old style, enters the new
But nothings new bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
Theres Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm
Now Im with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut thats doggy as in dope
But its not the mood to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money theyll 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 straightest face I be like, hell yes.
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
So I dont go AWOL but yet I know when they call they get
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
Why dont you leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Hey how are you doing
Sorry ya cant get through
Why don’t you leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave
Havent been to the jam in quite a while
Figure Ill catch up on the latest styles
Stead piles and piles of demo tapes by the miles
All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here by the miles to the center
Reliever of duty, Plug One moseys in
And I be like, Yo G, Pos does all the producing
Now woe is me to the third degree
Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny, jettin
But Im getting used to this demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause theres 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 theres no answering machine in my room
But a pretty young adorer who I swung on tour
And if it rings while were alone shell answer the phone
And with the quickness shell recite like a poem
Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring
Now youre waiting on the beep
Say, I would love if youd sing
The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak.
So no problemo, just play ya demo and at the end its break out time
Please oh please dont press rewind cause Ill just lay it down the line
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
Why dont you leave your name and your number
And Ill get back to you
Hey how ya doin
Sorry ya cant get through
Why don’t you leave your name and your number
And we’ll get back to you, peace.
Yo whats 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 Im 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!
#DeLaSoul #RingRingRing #HipHop50
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![De La Soul - Me Myself and I (Official Music Video) [HD]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/jdtKT5q-CW8/mqdefault.jpg "De La Soul - Me Myself and I (Official Music Video) [HD]
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Lyrics
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 Soul?
What I do aint make-believe
People say I sit and try
But when it comes to being De La
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Now you tease my Plug One style
And my Plug One spectacle
You say Plug One and Two are hippies
No were not, thats pure plug bull
Always pushing that we formed an image
Theres no need to lie
When it comes to being Plug One
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Proud, Im proud of what I am
Poems I speak are Plug Two type (type)
Please oh please let Plug Two be
Himself, not what you read or write
Write 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 in fact I cant deny
Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie
And from me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Glory Glory Halleluh
Glory for Plug One and Two
But that glorys been denied
By kizids and dookie eyes
People think they diss my person
By stating Im 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
Just keep all nuts twistin up
So I dont get an aftermath
But if I do Ill calmly punch them
In the 4th day of July
Cause they tried to mess with third degree
Thats me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Its just me myself and I
Contestant number four, do you have the answers?
Uhh…I saw, at the tip of my tongue...
#DeLaSoul #MeMyselfAndI #HipHop50")
![De La Soul - Potholes in My Lawn (Official Music Video) [HD]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/k-Hb0NlYzco/mqdefault.jpg "De La Soul - Potholes in My Lawn (Official Music Video) [HD]
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Lyrics
(Yo, somethings wrong here. No, not again!)
(Get the daisies for the...)
Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn
Everybodys sayin
What to do when sucka lunatics start diggin and chewin
They dont know that the Soul dont go for that
Potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I dont 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 inkblot
Was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new mo
But now its gone
Theres no
Suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time Im writin
Its gone
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ay)
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
Potholes in my lawn
Ive found that its not wise
To leave my garden untended
Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer
See, Ive found that everyones sayin
What to do when suckers are preyin
On 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 Id better plant traces to give clues
Or better yet call 911
And when they get here I inform them Im the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul
Cause weve come down with a case of potholes
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ay)
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
Potholes in my lawn
(Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?)
Now you got the method
What to do when you die
The death that I predict in Plug Tunin
Its 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 dont ask for a barbed wire fence, B
But my dwellin is swellin
It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot
Where no ink or an inkblot
Was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new mo
But now its gone cause those
Suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time Im writin
Its gone
Potholes in my lawn
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ay)
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
Potholes in my lawn
#DeLaSoul #PotholesInMyLawn #HipHop50")
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Lyrics
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One
Answering any alter service
Prerogative praised positively Im acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
After the battle their admittance Im Wit’ It
Simply soothe, well moved vinyl like groove
Transistors are never more shown with light
When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin
Due to the clue of the naughty noise called
Plug Tunin
CHORUS:
(DOOO DO, DOOO DO, DOOO DO, DOOOO DO,MMMHMMMMMMMM MMMYEAH)
Flowing in file with a new style
Barrels are cleaned then loaded for salute
Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouthpiece
paragraph preacher is now introduced
Drums are heard sounding off IN each and every person
Vocal confetti is thrown at top stage
Roses and violets arent proper for throwin’
For showin’ appreciation, why?
This is a Daisy Age
Hands wont sweat ‘cause there’s no threat
Mic will stay dry while place at soul use
Rhymes arent fables but stable to be on time
‘Cause they’re marketed and labeled speaker Posdnuos
The Stitch will fit WIT’ every consumer
Microphone use in sales will start Bloomin’
Profit and cost could never be lost
All due to the clue of a naughty noise called
Plug Tunin’
CHORUS:
(DOOO DO, DOOO DO, DOOO DO, DOOOO DO,MMMHMMMMMMMM MMMYEAH)
Dazed at the sight of a method
Dive beneath the depth of a never-ending verse
Gasping and swallowing every last letter
Vocalized 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 four and in the end leave it as it is
Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi
Ill fix 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’
CHORUS:
(DOOO DO, DOOO DO, DOOO DO, DOOOO DO,MMMHMMMMMMMM MMMYEAH)
Vocal in doubt is an uplift
And real is the answer that I answer with
Dying yet live, what you must realize
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
least but not last, I’m frightened
For the worlds that I reply hold doom
Life of the chant can be stopped by accident
When youre tripping the wire of the plug tune
CHORUS:
(DOOO DO, DOOO DO, DOOO DO, DOOOO DO,MMMHMMMMMMMM MMMYEAH)
NO ONE THAT I KNOW CAN LIVE MY LIFE FOR ME…
#DeLaSoul #PlugTuninHomeDemo #3FHR35
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