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De La Soul - Say No Go (Official Music Video) [HD]
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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’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’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’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’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’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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“Say No Go” is one of De La Soul’s most iconic tracks. Listen to “House of Love,” the dance-infused “New Keys Vocal,” and “Say No Dope Mix.”
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“Say No Go” is one of De La Soul’s most iconic tracks. Listen to “House of Love,” the dance-infused “New Keys Vocal,” and “Say No Dope Mix.”
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“Say No Go” is one of De La Soul’s most iconic tracks. Listen to “House of Love,” the dance-infused “New Keys Vocal,” and “Say No Dope Mix.”
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Common
Black Thought
Questlove
James Poyser
Q-Tip
The Jungle Brothers
Forever and Zavoire of Y.L.F.
Stephen Hill
Rick Gonzalez
Ebro
M1 of Dead Prez
Umi
Laya
Yummy Bingham
Renée of Zhané
Masta Ace & Leschea
Tony Touch
Zane Lowe
Lord Sko
Statik Selektah
Directed by J Anders Urmacher
Produced by thenyfrequency
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Lyrics
Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
You get 'em from my sister
You get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I don't cast a glow
Yes, I guess it's reflex some have no control
I'd rather let a laughter and tally, off I go
Canoeing up the river or out into the O
You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's, and guys, oh for sure
Where they arose, well nobody knows
What do they mean, well here's how it goes
Oh shoot's got the O's when you hold the dough
You know who you are but they didn't know
And now with respect they flex like a pro
You're first another nigga but now an Afro
Oodles and oodles and O's and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's you know
They givin’ Oodles an O's and O’s and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's you know
They givin’ Oodles and O's and O’s and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of O's
Last of the fast Plug pipers at the do’
In your eyes burning like rubbing alcoho’
Native is the Tongue that speaks the Guacomole
Kinfolk will play this in ster-ee-air-ee-o
Chanters play the part of a herd at a show
Pos prints the peace on his jeans or Girbauds
But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches is what I bestow
Oodles of O's enhance my ho's at 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 I'll plot the pose
Eat the Al Green’s, won't sniff the Kurt Blow’s
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maceo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O’s, yeah
We’re talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's
Yeah, we're talking 'bout the oodles of O's ya know
I think we're talking 'bout the (oh shit)
Hoods like to play macho, you know
Guns going "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 Bros
Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
Swimming 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 promote
Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough
On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh
Dreadlock is heading out the door y'all
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
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Lyrics
Three
That's the Magic Number
Yes it is
It's the magic number
Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community
Was born three: 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 the measure
Measure in the 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 Punk (three)
Parents let go cause there's magic in the air
Criticizing rap shows you're out of order
Stop look and listen to the phrase ya Fred Astaire’s
And don't get offended while Mase do-si-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
(Three)
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 one and two where would there be
My three
Mase Pos and Me
And that's the Magic Number
(What does it all mean?)
Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds
Common are speakers who honor the scroll
Scroll 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 (Three)
Time is a factor so it's time that counts
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 ride like my lumber
Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle
Shake, rattle, roll to my Magic Number (Three)
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 a 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 a magic number)
(No more no less)
(What is?)
(No more no less)
(Do the shing-a-ling)
(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)
(3 feet high and rising)
(No more no less)
(3)
(That's a magic number)
#DeLaSoul #TheMagicNumber
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De La Soul’s Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996 is a time machine for fans old and new. Recorded on May 16, 1996 at New York’s famous Tramps nightclub, the core trio are joined by several guests, including Mos Def, then an unknown property but just about to make his De La debut on Stakes is High. Common stops by for a pair of tracks, and the Jungle Brothers take the stage for one of the highlights, a reprise of their 1989 single “Buddy.” Watch this vintage video featuring live performances of “Breakadawn,” “Potholes in My Lawn,” “Me Myself and I” and more.
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De La Soul’s Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996 is a time machine for fans old and new. Recorded on May 16, 1996 at New York’s famous Tramps nightclub, the core trio are joined by several guests, including Mos Def, then an unknown property but just about to make his De La debut on Stakes is High. Common stops by for a pair of tracks, and the Jungle Brothers take the stage for one of the highlights, a reprise of their 1989 single “Buddy.” Watch this vintage video featuring live performances of “Breakadawn,” “Potholes in My Lawn,” “Me Myself and I” and more.
#DeLaSoul #LiveAtTramps #TheBizness
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De La Soul’s Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996 is a time machine for fans old and new. Recorded on May 16, 1996 at New York’s famous Tramps nightclub, the core trio are joined by several guests, including Mos Def, then an unknown property but just about to make his De La debut on Stakes is High. Common stops by for a pair of tracks, and the Jungle Brothers take the stage for one of the highlights, a reprise of their 1989 single “Buddy.” Watch this vintage video featuring live performances of “Breakadawn,” “Potholes in My Lawn,” “Me Myself and I” and more.
#DeLaSoul #LiveAtTramps #StakesIsHigh
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Lyrics
Y’all got three minutes do what y’all wanna do
Yo, so speak as free as possible
[Chorus]
Check the clock!
Watch me!
Come on!
Funky!
Repeat
Bright everyday I wake up
Look at my travels they scuffed up
Ring go the telly which I pick up
Turn on the news as it screws up
Mase on the line to see if I'm up
Wrong thing to do at 5, I hang up
Lay on the floor sit and think up
Why the whole darn world is messed up
[Chorus]
Woke up the same morning I felt fine
Took me a shower I smelt fine
Checked out the weather it looked fine
Made some breakfast, I cook fine
My girl calls me, she's so fine
Wanted me to help her go find
Some shoes but I had words to define
And it was Tuesday, I had to tape P-Fine
[Chorus]
Folks styling jokes get the time set
Dance move the two that rest on it’s set
Positive it is and perfectly set
Soul go to show soon we all set
Lunatics who split the ship to one set
Neither here for these no need to upset
Chance to spread the words we are the full set
Rhythm weighs more than your weight set
3 the family from rock till sunset
Plug the plug tec cuz now we are set
Dove praises flow inside your headset
Flow De La Flow for there is no threat
Categories carry difference in sets
De La from the soul and it is kept set
Differences is equal to an offset
Soul is the reviver, Mase are you set?
[Bridge]
Watch me!
Put it there!
You got to get it!
Get it!
Shout now!
My name's Posdnuos and I'm above sink
The world is so out of synch
A lot of emcees can't play sync
That's why unfortunately they sink
But problem and speakrt no way sync
We wash problems like hands in a sink
I hate to make this rhyme leave sync
But the reason De La’s bad is cuz we think
It took us a time but the crew's here
Activate a dance when you hear
A roll from the Soul like this here
And respond to the bond that assists here
Politics of speaking are intended here
And the president of paragraph will end it here
Cuz the three has completely lured here
That freedom of speak is assured here
You Got Ta
You Got Ta
#DeLaSoul #FreedomOfSpeakHomeDemo #3FHR35
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Lyrics
In America today (In America today)
People think they know the way (Think they know the way)
Of the Soul, De La is on the roll
To blank and clear the hay (Clear the hay)
Behind the line of inner fine (Inner fine)
We explain this time and time (Time and time)
Daisies don't mean everything (Everything)
Daisies don't mean anything (Anything)
But the word itself when broken up
Wears just a larger pound (A larger pound)
D.A. stands for "T-H-E" (T-H-E)
I is "Inner" (Inner), S is "Sound" (Sound)
Y is "Y'all", this you should heed the Inner Sound
Shall help you breathe
But still I sport a heavy sigh (A heavy sigh)
When I have to explain
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
So, you're just yourself, huh, Pos?
(Basically Paul, that's it)
You mean you're not a hippie?
(Nope)
Not even a half a hippie?
(Nada, nunca)
Wait, How ‘bout you and Dove's parents?
(Straight up Soul brothers and sisters)
So what the full equation shows is "The Inner Sound Y'all"
Should be focused on, not just the word 'DAISY' itself
(Most definitely)
Wait a minute. Did you say "Most definitely"?
(Rrrr-rah!)
#DeLaSoul #AintHipToBeLabelledAHippie #3FHR35
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Lyrics
In America today (In America today)
People think they know the way (Think they know the way)
Of the Soul, De La is on the roll
To blank and clear the hay (Clear the hay)
Behind the line of inner fine (Inner fine)
We explain this time and time (Time and time)
Daisies don't mean everything (Everything)
Daisies don't mean anything (Anything)
But the word itself when broken up
Wears just a larger pound (A larger pound)
D.A. stands for "T-H-E" (T-H-E)
I is "Inner" (Inner), S is "Sound" (Sound)
Y is "Y'all", this you should heed the Inner Sound
Shall help you breathe
But still I sport a heavy sigh (A heavy sigh)
When I have to explain
[Chorus]
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
So, you're just yourself, huh, Pos?
(Basically Paul, that's it)
You mean you're not a hippie?
(Nope)
Not even a half a hippie?
(Nada, nunca)
Wait, How ‘bout you and Dove's parents?
(Straight up Soul brothers and sisters)
So what the full equation shows is "The Inner Sound Y'all"
Should be focused on, not just the word 'DAISY' itself
(Most definitely)
Wait a minute. Did you say "Most definitely"?
(Rrrr-rah!)
#DeLaSoul #AintHipToBeLabelledAHippie
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Lyrics
This song does not contain explicit lyrics, but the thought is erotic. Awwww, baby!
Access to her code
Lovestruck Dove is Dove's mode
Took a look, Drop my books
Jenifa, oh Jenny
Breakfast was our Greetings
Yogurts and bird seeds what I fed
Slipped a note, rocked 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’ Her tune was freedom well said
So what's the fix, oh Jenifa
Can a brother OF the soul get swingin'?
The downstairs, where we met
I brought records, she cassettes
Lost the 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 a vase
No one can 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'
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
Positions, Muscle Flex
Dove was lost in Aghonal-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
Did her thing while I plugged once
Hope she don't fall fat nine months
From now, I'll tell you what
Trugoy ain't ready
Worned out was my cater
Mind you this was three days later
The door tune blew, you guess who
Jenifa, oh Jenny
Advance 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 dispatched
Was it Jimmy had met his match
Or could it be the realization
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
Unless you can give plenty
#DeLaSoul #JenifaTaughtMe #3FHR35
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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 I'm acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
After the battle their admittance I'm 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 aren't proper for throwin’
For showin’ appreciation, why?
This is a Daisy Age
Hands won't sweat ‘cause there’s no threat
Mic will stay dry while place at soul use
Rhymes aren't 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
I'll 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 you're 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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***
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
Merce, Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two
Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One
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?
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?
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?
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
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***
Lyrics
Y’all got three minutes do what y’all wanna do
Yo, so speak as free as possible
[Chorus]
Check the clock!
Watch me!
Come on!
Funky!
Repeat
Bright everyday I wake up
Look at my travels they scuffed up
Ring go the telly which I pick up
Turn on the news as it screws up
Mase on the line to see if I'm up
Wrong thing to do at 5, I hang up
Lay on the floor sit and think up
Why the whole darn world is messed up
[Chorus]
Woke up the same morning I felt fine
Took me a shower I smelt fine
Checked out the weather it looked fine
Made some breakfast, I cook fine
My girl calls me, she's so fine
Wanted me to help her go find
Some shoes but I had words to define
And it was Tuesday, I had to tape P-Fine
[Chorus]
Folks styling jokes get the time set
Blooming of the tune growing it’s set
Positive it is and perfectly set
Soul go to show soon we all set
Slipping lunatics shipping one set
Need is for these not upset
Chance to spread word we’re the full set
Rhythm weighs more than your weight set
3 will be the number till sunset
Plug 1 & 2 now we all set
Dove praises flow in your headset
Flow De La Flow there is no threat
Categories carry difference in sets
Differences is equal to an offset
De La from the Soul and its kept set
Soul is the reviver, Mase are you set?
[Bridge]
Watch me!
Put it there!
You got to get it!
Get it!
Shout now!
My name's Posdnuos and I'm above sink
The world is so out of synch
A lot of emcees can't play sync
That's why unfortunately they sink
But problem and speak are no way sync
We wash problems like hands in a sink
I hate to make this rhyme leave sync
But the reason De La bad is cuz we think
It took us a time but the crew's here
Activate a dance when you hear
A roll from the Soul like this here
And respond to the bond that assists here
Politics of speaking are intended here
And the president of paragraph will end it here
Cuz the three has completely lured here
That freedom of speak is assured here
Folly fit the frequency in your show
Wa….
Yo, you all only had three minutes!
#DeLaSoul #FreedomOfSpeak #3FHR35
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***
Lyrics
Y’all got three minutes do what y’all wanna do
Yo, so speak as free as possible
Check the clock!
Watch me!
Come on!
Funky!
Bright everyday I wake up
Look at my travels they scuffed up
Ring go the telly which I pick up
Turn on the news as it screws up
Mase on the line to see if I'm up
Wrong thing to do at 5, I hang up
Lay on the floor sit and think up
Why the whole world alone is messed up
Woke up the same morning I felt fine
Took me a shower I smelt fine
Checked out the weather it looked fine
Made some breakfast, I cook fine
My girl calls me, she's so fine
Wanted me to help her go find
Some shoes but I had words to define
And it was Tuesday, I had to tape P-Fine
Folks styling jokes get the time set
Blooming of the tune growing it’s set
Positive it is and perfectly set
Soul go to show soon we all set
Slipping lunatics shipping one set
Need is for these not upset
Chance to spread word we’re the full set
Rhythm weighs more than your weight set
3 will be the number till sunset
Plug 1 & 2 now we all set
Dove praises flow in your headset
Flow De La Flow there is no threat
Categories carry difference in sets
Differences is equal to an offset
De La from the Soul and its kept set
Soul is the reviver, Mase are you set?
Watch me!
Put it there!
You got to get it!
Get it!
Shout now!
My name's Posdnuos and I'm above sink
The world is so out of synch
A lot of emcees can't play sync
That's why unfortunately they sink
But problem and speak are no way sync
We wash problems like hands in a sink
I hate to make this rhyme leave sync
But the reason De La bad is cuz we think
It took us a time but the crew's here
Activate a dance when you hear
A roll from the Soul like this here
And respond to the bond that assists here
Politics of speaking are intended here
And the president of paragraph will end it here
Cuz the three has completely lured here
That freedom of speak is assured here
Folly fit the frequency in your show
Wa….
Yo, you all only had three minutes!
#DeLaSoul #FreedomOfSpeak
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***
Lyrics
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
Ayo let's skin the ghost
Because the sheets been stained with the ocean
I am the elf to the 7 closed closet burned to the Flinstone
Singin in the black man's wish
Figure me zoomed to the outskirts
Slave with the big black sword down in the underbelly
Walk run pluck astinence to fucking
The m equals a norm
Timbs made fruit to skills
Tally on tally on tally on
Im not hard
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
Oh yeah, where we where we be
Where we go?
(Yo I got that fat shit)
To make matters worse
(Yo I got that fat shit)
You got the money in the purse
(Yo I got that fat shit)
Had to sit down for a while from my style was too heavy to bear
(Yo I got that fat shit)
For my head to contemplate
Went on the blind date
(She was a fat shit)
I'm not home
I get gooder than gettin be
Gooder than gooder than
Gooder than gettin be
Time to play the low self watch
I get to zone on the kosher stuff
With my avenue attitude
But I’d really a like psycho meditation
With my Indonesian boogaloo
Makes the mix cause the rainy weather is flyin soon
And ABC News won't be able to catch baby
I'm not home
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
When a sperm cell met with Hady
(12 months later)
My first words was dad
Then I ran into a peppermint patty
Charlie Brown gets mad
(He's coming after me)
No he aint
Yes he is
(No he aint)
Hes now over my house shootin out all the windows
(Broken glass everywhere)
Just like I'm standing here doing the same to his
(Everywhere)
Cause I'm not home
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mindstate
You can't beat my mind
You can't beat my mind
You can't beat my
You can't beat my
You can't beat
You can't beat
You can't
You can't
You
You
Hello (repeated)
#DeLaSoul #Mindstate #HipHop50
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***
Lyrics
(Check it out, y'all)
[Chorus x2]
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking females! (MC's, MC's)
Shocking females! (MC's, MC's)
[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
No need for, introductions, 'cause I know you know my name and
Knockin' MC's out the frame and, puttin' them suckers to shame and
I live for hip-hop, so I have no time for fun and games and
So just come peep the unique styles that we're displayin'
The beats — just ridiculous, the lyrics — articulate
Feels good, as if a girl had just touched her clitoris
Sucka MC's, I'm killin' 'em
I'm so sick of seein' 'em silly (shit) when they rhymes
Like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus the hat, they (shit) is wack!
When you see me comin', 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
Sucka MC's look at me like a friggin' eye sore!
[Verse 2: Posdnuos]
Here comes a brother hippin' 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 and mind
Forget the physical, 'cause physical will die with time
I'm shaped to vibrate indefinite proportions
Of the kids who need the fix (Just listen to the mix)
I got the knowledge constant non-stop for the rubbishin'
Like (niggas) usin' Clinton loops as if they owned the publishing
Gums be bleedin' from illegal feedin' 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 victims of the subconscious race
Tossin' periods in front of foes 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 resuscitatin' rap like the hicks do with Presley
Is the kid who peeled the jeans in Orleans off of Leslie
Sh.Fe.MC number nine
If you let me rhyme, nine times infinitely I will climb
I let my Walkman from Sony play cassettes from Rabboni
Which guarantees to put me on the narrow road
A-yo! That's it from me
Plug 3 and Ali — explode!
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Calm Down
Rema
[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
When I rhyme, the effect just ripples
You sound sick, I hope your cells get sickles
And formulate into real stiff (shit)
Then I bet that (niggas) 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 lookin' for the fame
That's not the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame
My inter-reaction with paper is amazin'
So needless to say, mad trails are left blazin'
A whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get played
But I'm here to say that real rhymes do pay
I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
And through the dome piece, 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 Dom, and have a ball
I animate the unlively with the verbal combat
The Abstract — never the wack!
Motivator of the many like Moses
Movin' through, bringin' danger to the dummies that poses
That means you, the sub relator of the sub-culture
Like a vulture, I swoop down on clowns, cause confusion all around
Mental burdens I bring to MC's who sing they sad song
Money, your dough's not long
Mines, on the other hand, is lengthy type
The Abstract gets real, real, real...
[Verse 4: Trugoy the 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 kit for your mind, I design it like Zender
Smokin' mad hope from my neighbors, and da
50/50 luck takes the "S" off my chest
'Cause the "S" on my chest makes a mess
Settlin' for Superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
Now your asses be slow gassin' like molasses
Continue the menu, next on the platter
Hey, where that (bitch) at? (He's right here, boy!)
I gots to see what I got and who I'm gettin' it wit'
This ain't no nickel-dime game that I'm peddlin' wit'
Mikey Roads said "Stop ridin', it be dividin'
Takin' me out how I be vibin'"
(Niggas) actin' hard like gristle
But my pops got the pistol, told me if I ever need it, just *whistle*
Respects to Griff Dog for the razor
Much respects to Joe Buck for the favor
It's about a million brothers tryin' to be MC's in this world
I'm glad I got a baby girl
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***
Lyrics
[Intro: Posdnuos, Biz Markie]
I was born in the Boogie Down cat scan, when my building—
Nah, I'm not even going for that this time
You got to kick that new—you ain't been out for years
Why you gon' be actin' like that on this track?
Kick some old funk joint like this...AH!
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
You know P-O-S-D-N-U-O-S
Usually the reason for a cardiac arrest
The back off you silly hardcore wannabes
Plug'll fly to blow that ass from the ground like stacks of leaves
(Check the sleeves) Not a trick when sniffin' in my word 'cause
(Only practice makes a real jam) Heard
I'm just a man without the man con tan
'Cause my tan been sittin' in my DNA plan
I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the parks in the Bronx
Yet I still snap skulls in the dark
I can raise mad heads in the sky without a tool
Which requires a clip to play a nigga for a fool
I be the blessed cheer for an upset ear
Who had to hear "Say 'ho'" forty times
'Cause I'm... (So fresh)
Yep, you heard from the one of many queens
Who dissed The Educated Rapper when I was just a teen
Back then fame was just a dream
But now I be the physical scream shoving speaks for weeks
And as for the girls like the Crew that Crash, I adore
So let's put the chorus to the floor
Girls, girls, girls, girls, reach out and clap your hands
I be the fabulous man, so just play the fabulous fan
And bring the breeze, bring the breeze
[Chorus: Biz Markie]
Gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
[Verse 2: Biz Markie]
It's the Biz Markie as you can see
You know I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali
That's why I rock the mic and I'm in control
This is a rhyme dedicated to De La Soul
I'm the M-izza, M-izza, M-izza, A, A, R
R-izza, R-izza, R-izza, K, K
I'm not Jack, Jill, John or the Marvin, ayy
But hey, I rock the mic and I'll break your day
The B-I-Z M-izza A-R-K-I-with the E
And every record that I make I'm rockin' history
Hey, you know me as the man that go "ah, ah, ah, oh"
It don't matter 'cause you know I got pull
I rock the microphone down, I'm rockin' Gotham town
I do a dooga, dooga, dooga with the funky sound
Hey, hey, you know it's me, the R in rhythm-B
The hip, the hop, I rock the microphone and I do, G
Hey, they want me go crazy, they want me go nuts
They want me rock the funky rhymes for the big ol' butts
No, um, I got to do what I could what I could do
'Cause I'm down with the rhythm of the De La crew
Native Tongue, gotta give a shout to my man Tip
Bound to wreck your body and rock the ship
So check me out without a doubt, you like the way
That I could rock it to the rhythm with all the blasé
M-izza A, R, R, R-izza, K
The man appointed rap king of rock break of day
Hey, 'member in Long Island when I used to kick
Yo, I gotta stop, gotta stop (Rock) quick
[Chorus: Biz Markie]
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
Gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
[Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove]
Hey, see ya tomorrow, it's the early bird
Silly Chattanooga got the shits for your curb
What's a million bucks if your life is disturbed?
Who's in the shade if you're picking up the third
Listen, duck duck goose, watch the cockle-doo with 'Nuos
'Cause ain't no stiff behavin' when you're David
Mister Party Maker but only to my peers
You could say "My niggas" but daughter's open ears
So put a sticker on it, and dig it, doggone it
Respects to the Biz 'cause he is who he is
Let me catch my pace, give me sugar, Mase *scratches*
Oh, you're just so ridiculous
I gots to move it like a U-Haul, give me a call
7-8-9, oh shit, that's my behind
Lovely how I let my mind float
Now I'ma take my baaad ass home 'cause I'm a goat
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***
Lyrics
[Intro: Posdnuos, Biz Markie]
I was born in the Boogie Down cat scan, when my building—
Nah, I'm not even going for that this time
You got to kick that new—you ain't been out for years
Why you gon' be actin' like that on this track?
Kick some old funk joint like this...AH!
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
You know P-O-S-D-N-U-O-S
Usually the reason for a cardiac arrest
The back off you silly hardcore wannabes
Plugified a blow that ass from the ground like stacks of leaves
(Check the sleeves) Not a trick when sniffin' in my word 'cause
(Only practice makes a real jam) Heard
I'm just a man without the mankind tan
'Cause my tan been sittin' in my DNA plan
I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam rock the parks in the Bronx
Yet I still snap skulls in the dark
I can raise mad hands in the sky without a tool
Which requires a clip to play a nigga for a fool
I be the blessed cheer for an upset ear
Who had to hear "Say 'ho'" forty times
'Cause I'm... (So fresh)
Yep, you heard from the one of many queens
Who dissed The Educated Rapper when I was just a teen
Back then fame was just a dream
But now I be the physical scream shoving speaks for weeks
And as for the girls like the Crew that Crash, I adore
So let's put the chorus to the floor
Girls, girls, girls, girls, reach out and clap your hands
I be the fabulous man, so just play the fabulous fan
And bring the breeze, bring the breeze
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[Chorus: Biz Markie]
Gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
[Verse 2: Biz Markie]
It's the Biz Markie as you can see
You know I got more rhymes than Muhammad Ali
That's why I rock the mic and I'm in control
This is a rhyme dedicated to De La Soul
I'm the EMAZA EMAZA EMAZA A, A, R
R-izza, R-izza, R-izza, K, K
I'm not Jack, Jill, John or the Marvin, ayy
But hey, I rock the mic and I'll break your day
The B-I-Z M-izza A-R-K-I-with the E
And every record that I make I'm rockin' history
Hey, you know me as the man that go "ah, ah, ah, oh"
It don't matter 'cause you know I got pull
I rock the microphone down, I'm rockin' Goddamn town
I do wit do wit do wit the funky sound
Hey, hey, you know it's me, the R in the O-RI-GI-NAL-B
The hip, the hop, I rock the microphone and I do, G
Hey, they want me go crazy, they want me go nuts
They want me rock the funky rhymes for the big ol' butts
So, um, I got to do what I could what I could do
'Cause I'm down with the rhythm of the De La crew
Native Tongue, gotta give a shout to my man Tip
Bound to wreck your body and rock the shit
So check me out without a doubt, you like the way
That I could rock it to the rhythm with all the blasé
EMAZA A EMAZA EMAZA, R R r-izza K
The man appointed rap king of rock break of day
Hey, 'member in Long Island when I used to kick
Yo, I gotta stop, gotta stop (Rock) quick
[Chorus: Biz Markie]
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
I gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
Gotta rock it, don't stop it ("Gotta rock it, don't stop")
[Verse 3: Trugoy the Dove]
Hey, see ya tomorrow, it's the early bird
Silly Chattanooga got the shits for your curb
What's a million bucks if your life is disturbed?
Who's in the shade if you're picking up the third
Listen, duck duck goose, watch the cockle-do it loose
'Cause ain't no stiff behavin' when you're David
Mister Party Maker but only to my peers
You could say "My niggas" but daughter's open ears
So put a sticker on it, and dig it, doggone it
Respects to the Biz 'cause he is who he is
Let me catch my pace, give me sugar, Mase *scratches*
Oh, you're just so ridiculous
I gots to move it like a U-Haul, give me a call
7-8-9, oh shit, that's my behind
Lovely how I let my mind float
Now I'ma take my baaad ass home 'cause I'm a goat
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***
Lyrics
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany, mean
Oh, you gotta do that again, Dove
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany, mean (OK)
Hello, it's the Soul
Troopin' in wit the Jungle patrol
And this one's about the KO's, the knockouts out there
Who I call 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 Brothers, the Brothers)
De La Soul, on a roll
Black medallions, no gold
Hangin' out wit Pos, 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 drop the beat, for the Phifer from A Tribe Called Quest
When I see Buddy, I will never half step
I just do her Tribal style and then jet
The Buddy that I like is to be sexy and nice
Just good enough for the one they call Phife
A brown skin Buddy with shoulder length hair
Nice firm breasts and a round derrierre
Now for the next, I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
And if you quest for the Buddy, don't fess
If your jimmy wants nothing but the best (the best)
The best (Ooh Wee!)
Let's stick out the jimmy and see what we can catch
(Stick 'em up, stick 'em up jimmy)
Nets won't be needed unless
(Jenny wanna get right to the flesh)
Dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step off stage, you scream for more
Native Tongues got rhymes galore
Fly buddy (buddy) don't you know you make me go nutty (nutty)
I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy (duddy)
Not too skinny and not too chubby (chubby)
Soft like silly putty
Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you're not mad at me (at me)
Cuz I told you that it was your buddy (buddy)
That was making me ever so horny (horny)
Junglelistically horny
I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y
Cause I never let it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny, I seem (very serious)
Like a peek freen
Buddy is an act that occurs on the lift
When Jimmy and Jenny start shootin the gift
Boy let me get shot, I won't even riff
On the dial, my Buddy talks to me for a while
Plug Two is the {Q to her Tip}
On the A-side or sometimes the flip (word up)
Buddy, is the bud to my daisy tree (uh huh)
And the luden to my do-re-mi
And the pleaser to my man Plug Three
(Plug Three gets the whole caboodle)
Behind the bush, my Buddy likes the way that I push
And like a champ, just knock it on out
Never ever once sellin' out
(Well 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
Now as the lady
I thought that Jungle and Quest and Soul would just maybe
Give me the chance to say that I get crazy
Due to the fact I let Buddy amaze me
As a matter of fact, it crazes me in many ways
I decided that it was time for Monie Love to say
That when it comes to the B, you know that I don't play
'Cause to me, chasin' Buddy is the perfect way (perfect way)
To spend the day (to spend the day)
Oooh child, things are gettin a little easier
Oooh Buddy gets easier (yeah)
Oooh child, things are gettin a little easier
Oooh Buddy gets easier
Girl, I heard you're lookin' for some good times
If you Quest from the Soul, guess what we'll find
Whole lotta 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 Mertz and Lucille McGillicuddy
You can be mine and I can be your Buddy
The best Buddy's in evening wear
Long lovin' lets Tru know (he's in there)
I feel sorry for those who pay a fare (a fee?)
Word to the D
I don't beg, I just tease my Buddy with my right leg (ha-ha)
And then when it's ready what's said
Is Buddy is best in bed (Word to the D)
Buddy buddy told us all to get into a circle
Said don't bug because I won't hurt you
All I really wanna do is freak you
(You know what? She freaked us)
And I watched and then I checked my Swatch to see the time
The Tribe had formed a Buddy line
And that Buddy was mine, all mine
Now when Quest, Jungle and De La Soul
Is at the clubs, our ritual unfolds
Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands
(Then Jenny start flockin' in everywhere)
'Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware
Yo fellas, should we keep her aware?
(Mmm, Hmm...yeah!!!)
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***
Lyrics
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany, mean
Oh, you gotta do that again, Dove
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)
Meany, meany, meany, meany, meany, mean (OK)
Hello, it's the Soul
Troopin' in wit the Jungle patrol
And this one's about the KO's, the knockouts out there
Who I call 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 Brothers, the Brothers)
De La Soul, on a roll
Black medallions, no gold
Hangin' out wit Pos, 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 drop the beat, for the Phifer from A Tribe Called Quest
When I see Buddy, I will never half step
I just do her Tribal style and then jet
The Buddy that I like is to be sexy and nice
Just good enough for the one they call Phife
A brown skin Buddy with shoulder length hair
Nice firm breasts and a round derrierre
Now for the next, I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
And if you quest for the Buddy, don't fess
If your jimmy wants nothing but the best (the best)
The best (Ooh Wee!)
Let's stick out the jimmy and see what we can catch
(Stick 'em up, stick 'em up jimmy)
Nets won't be needed unless
(Jenny wanna get right to the flesh)
Dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step off stage, you scream for more
Native Tongues got rhymes galore
Fly buddy (buddy) don't you know you make me go nutty (nutty)
I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy (duddy)
Not too skinny and not too chubby (chubby)
Soft like silly putty
Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you're not mad at me (at me)
Cuz I told you that it was your buddy (buddy)
That was making me ever so horny (horny)
Junglelistically horny
I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y
Cause I never let it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny, I seem (very serious)
Like a peek freen
Buddy is an act that occurs on the lift
When Jimmy and Jenny start shootin the gift
Boy let me get shot, I won't even riff
On the dial, my Buddy talks to me for a while
Plug Two is the {Q to her Tip}
On the A-side or sometimes the flip (word up)
Buddy, is the bud to my daisy tree (uh huh)
And the luden to my do-re-mi
And the pleaser to my man Plug Three
(Plug Three gets the whole caboodle)
Behind the bush, my Buddy likes the way that I push
And like a champ, just knock it on out
Never ever once sellin' out
(Well 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
Now as the lady
I thought that Jungle and Quest and Soul would just maybe
Give me the chance to say that I get crazy
Due to the fact I let Buddy amaze me
As a matter of fact, it crazes me in many ways
I decided that it was time for Monie Love to say
That when it comes to the B, you know that I don't play
'Cause to me, chasin' Buddy is the perfect way (perfect way)
To spend the day (to spend the day)
Oooh child, things are gettin a little easier
Oooh Buddy gets easier (yeah)
Oooh child, things are gettin a little easier
Oooh Buddy gets easier
Girl, I heard you're lookin' for some good times
If you Quest from the Soul, guess what we'll find
Whole lotta 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 Mertz and Lucille McGillicuddy
You can be mine and I can be your Buddy
The best Buddy's in evening wear
Long lovin' lets Tru know (he's in there)
I feel sorry for those who pay a fare (a fee?)
Word to the D
I don't beg, I just tease my Buddy with my right leg (ha-ha)
And then when it's ready what's said
Is Buddy is best in bed (Word to the D)
Buddy buddy told us all to get into a circle
Said don't bug because I won't hurt you
All I really wanna do is freak you
(You know what? She freaked us)
And I watched and then I checked my Swatch to see the time
The Tribe had formed a Buddy line
And that Buddy was mine, all mine
Now when Quest, Jungle and De La Soul
Is at the clubs, our ritual unfolds
Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands
(Then Jenny start flockin' in everywhere)
'Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware
Yo fellas, should we keep her aware?
(Mmm, Hmm...yeah!!!)
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***
Lyrics
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
Am I just another lost in the pack?
We Horshack shit, 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 to’ back
I want a wife, I love women
How could I front like I don't be in love wit em?
A lil man, that I can teach
A lil 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 ain't safe no more
And Hip Hop ain't your home
And if it is 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
People are you ready?
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
In order to live life, you must earn one?
Yes
People are you ready?
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
Cause they all know who I am
And lately 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 not one of em
And my relationship's a big question
Cause 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
Yo, y'all we need to hold on
People are you ready?
Yes we're ready
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
You really wanna carry some weight?
Yes
Are you ready to design your fate?
Yes
Yo, people are you ready?
Yes we're ready
What you wanna be?
We wanna be ready
Yes
Operation complete. Preparing for.. Installment three
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Lyrics
Phat Phat, uh
Ain't nothing wrong with big broads
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, your 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 (no)
Or runway model anorexic
I love what I can hold and grab on
So if you burn it off then 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
Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl
We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing 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 niggas
Run up and try to hurl game for real
Your frame holds appeal in the everyday
World, and 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
Kinda body everybody wanna know (Ya ya)
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 an apple in my
Eye, confess I wanna get up in ya
Thighs, the rest'll tell you all the things..
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl
We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat
Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat
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 was fat man you'd be salaries
You ain't in this alone I got a tummy too
Just lemme watch the weight don't let it trouble you (C'mere girl)
Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans
You buy the size seven and just make it fit
Slim Fast, lypo, and body creams
I pray you won't endorse, I got a candle lit
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl
We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world
Tryin to get with ya anyway cause I know you're a nasty girl
We ain't never gon' discriminate so let me compliment your size
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat
It's nothing but a little baby, phat phat
Yeah it's nothin but a little baby, phat phat
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Lyrics
(Once again my friend)
Long Island
Long Island
Long Island
Long Island
Long Island
Long Island
Long Island
Once Again
Once Again
(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 one-seven, sixty-nine
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 novocaine it made me numb
So numb I wouldn't been able to feel
Niggas 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 allotted
Wait a minute, new video, like a leopard I'm spotted
In a night club chillin' with Khalil and Phife
I be that farmer cultivating owning acres of mics
And 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 wannabees
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 wack em-crew
(You mean wack emcee) Nah, a wack em-crew, see you a crew of wack niggas
You should have never tried to test
These words that I Man, with the I to fest
While you sayin' one thing really meaning 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' them others they do not?) Yes I be
(Havin' then towed from the lot) Yes I be
Cause ultimately, I'm lettin' all MC's know that
What's the name of this crew? (De La, De La)
Well alright, and what be the dish we servin'?
(We servin' pasta) Posdnous help the next get loose
Like an alcohol scenario rap be on the rocks
Authenticity that missin' fee to pay to join the flock of MC
These niggas stand lower than knees
Dramatized in they eyes as the ones to please
When rap kids apply violent pressure to father, brother and son
For fun they say they inflict pain
R&B niggas lie to mother, sister, and daughter
To have sex disguised as lovin' in the rain
Their words are more hollow than October 31st
What's worse, is 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
And use the tits and ass like a crutch
Man the underground's about not being exposed
So you better take your naked ass and put on some clothes
Yo this be goin out to them kids from East Mass
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, Long Beach
To them girls out in Huntington
Long Island for real
Long Island
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Lyrics
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
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, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though 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' (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) 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
Yo, I got niggas in the streets that'll 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 you're 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 money's make the big decisions
Keep Hip Hop alive, it's 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 don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to Goddamn
Damn, God, you're 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 joint'll 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 CD's (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 that'll 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, here's the newest sensation that's 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 it's gangster
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with Ghost Weed
nah, just, step back off
(Let me get some) I got Pharoahe Monch, I'ma do it
(Yo, you gonna fuck that shit up, man) I got that kid like, whoa
I'm sayin', uh
Yo, you need to take some more, son
Yo, I take another hit
(Ghost Weed) (oh, shit, ah)
(That's that fire shit, yo)
Yo, y'all gonna let me get busy though, real quick? (Yo, alright)
I wanna, I wanna hear you rhyme (y'all gon', y'all gon')
You might sound nice 'cause I'm high now but (you wanna hear me rhyme? Uh)
Check my ad lib, uh
Yeah, aight word, yeah, okay, yeah (word)
I'm ready, drop that beat (alright)
#DeLaSoul #Oooh #HipHop50
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***
Lyrics
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled (word)
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, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though 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' (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) 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
Yo, I got niggas in the streets that'll 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 you're 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 money's make the big decisions
Keep Hip Hop alive, it's 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 don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from God to Goddamn
Damn, God, you're 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 joint'll 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 CD's (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 that'll 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, here's the newest sensation that's 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 it's gangster
Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with Ghost Weed
nah, just, step back off
(Let me get some) I got Pharoahe Monch, I'ma do it
(Yo, you gonna fuck that shit up, man) I got that kid like, whoa
I'm sayin', uh
Yo, you need to take some more, son
Yo, I take another hit
(Ghost Weed) (oh, shit, ah)
(That's that fire shit, yo)
Yo, y'all gonna let me get busy though, real quick? (Yo, alright)
I wanna, I wanna hear you rhyme (y'all gon', y'all gon')
You might sound nice 'cause I'm high now but (you wanna hear me rhyme? Uh)
Check my ad lib, uh
Yeah, aight word, yeah, okay, yeah (word)
I'm ready, drop that beat (alright)
#DeLaSoul #Oooh #HipHop50
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***
Lyrics
When, now?
I am Shortie I be 4'11"
I am I be, I am I am, are you taping now?
I am Shortie, do that again
I am Patrick, I be the biggest shrimp collector in the world
I am Shortie I be 4’11”
I am Shortie I be 4’11”
I am Jack and I
I am Shortie
I am Shortie I be 4’ 11”
I am Shortie I be 4’ 11”
I am Q-Tip, I be friction
I am Tasha, I be black
I am Shortie, I be 4’11”
I be in happy, I be in love
I am Shortie, I be 4’11”
I am Posdnuos
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 Monet
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 Brady’s
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
The Plug Two brand with the flavor
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 Ms go
I push the infinite and carry it
My carrier's the three over one
So my pluggins already know
Lick shots with my woo
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 put her 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
I am Posdnuos
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
Not in the flower but the As-Salaam Alaikum in the third I am
I am Dres, and I be
I am, I am Busta
I am Kim, and I be chillin the hell out
I am Bob, and I be really, really tired of doing this here guys
#DeLaSoul #IAmIBe #HipHop50
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