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(When I)
(First heard) (Criminal) (Minded) (I was in...) (Damn where was I?) (...seventh grade) (Battlin' this other emcee) (Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas) (I have no idea where I was it was so long ago) (I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island expressway when I heard it) (Rooselvelt Projects) (I was in...) (I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the wop with this girl) (Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio) (It was so long ago) (Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out. Yo, kid... I was at this party, this hype party when I heard KRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.) (All right!) (All right!) (All right!) (All right!) POS: Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament To cover twelve inches of funk Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself Specialising in cleansing like the its of Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and Major more soul than James' "Escapism" De La Soul is here to stay like racism Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch A talker of the berg without weed influence So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane 'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane DOVE: Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's 'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies Man, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck Wreck, ship, boat, rock Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite Here I hips to the hops I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince That brother been down ever since soaked cheese And motor go smiling Hey, how ya doin' Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles Straight to my avenue (Aaaah... aaaggh) Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh... |
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(Thank you, thank you, and for my latest basket of cherries, here it
goes, baby!) Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch Mess up my mind, mess up my mind, mess up my mind wit the eye patch (Everything I do's gonna be fine) POS: Channeling in sync so my would bring (WHAT!) Wit dat, causin' all fat I'm responsible for ya diet (Keep it quiet!) Yo I got beats. State this stitch on my national fabric My daughter will speak the arabic that's how I lift Levitate to my nation when holding up your nickels I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles Like green on the pickle My papes are the up master of the cabbage patch DOVE: Ya eyes got the latch POS: So catch the cut, I hold the rut For the people's reminder when in Maseo Path I be the finder of the patch DOVE: Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the 'da dip' Take the horse into the jolly ranch Keep the hush The good, the bad, and Uncle Tom, beat it kid (Whoaaaa....!) Do doo doo do do do do do Show the sheep cause I found the food When I string the man wit the eye patch The eye patch When I'm walkin' it and could ya make it go sha na na na (Mmmmmmm) POS: It sniffs good Punks show disguises when I'm standing in the wood I be the in 'cause the brother holdin' glocks is out I be the in 'cause the pusher runnin' blocks is out I be the in 'cause the kid smokin' weed, Shootin' seed which leads to a girl's stomach Being 'bout a half a ton is out Show the finger print And give me good grief for my lumber Pants will sag 'cause I'm licensed as a plumber Feel the Plug (Yo, something's wrong here) Now give a shout DOVE: Yo what's up, I'd like to give a holler to Big 7 off in the Oakenone! POS: And I bring an income in to my baby girl Twyla in White Plains and all my peoples out in Delaware. MASE: Yeah yeah yeah, and I like to give a shout out to all those rappers who dissed us on records, and I wanna let you know you're still wack. And oh yeah, I ain't mentioned no names 'cause you might f... (All right. I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that) (Ecoutez. Ecoutez.) |
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(Biofeedback)
POS: Ya go beats, meats, son Sheep I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat I got multiple stabs of jazzy Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul Years after mama had me tell ya gladly I plugged for the Tunin' Which cause eyes to zoom in DRES: Which put your person into focus POS: No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos Plug One yo I found fun In the scribblin' of speak On a naked white sheet Most recognized by my dark brown self DRES: Yo you found some wealth? POS: More in my mind than in my pocket But I's got every Girbaud that ever sagged I met some hoes, met some girls Did a tour that took me all around the world DRES: Did a tour that took me all around the world DOVE: I hit the shines but I'm shooin' it now Remember when the floor might have had a spine Well it's all bent over The DayGlo nigga gets the red door mat It's a roller coaster When your shit's burnt toast Now Mr. Club Owner knows your jam When your jam is tha jam And there's a tab at the bar My mindstate's great No thanks I don't drink I sip the bobo Then I kettle it quick I felt the heave in the jeave Tap it in the basement Diggin' my own understanding quick Let me get the single out Think Mr. Radio say the starlight Is the same star bright I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch But turn out the lights and some will go bitch It was one MC after one MC Play the lamp post do the blow wit dynomite Well it's okay and it's alright Cause our birthday cake's external light It'll all get graphic People made of plastic Look at the shine wit my 50 watt eye But when I got the eye patch I hit the latch I fame it to a name from Denver up to Maine And lovin' deluxe She won't catch me in no tux Nah, man I won't honor the style (Curious, curious, curious, curious) DRES: How you doing, my name is Dres, listen... SHORTY: Isn't that Posdnuos? Oh, my... DRES: Baby, what's wrong with me? POS: Funny funny how time flies When you have some light on the face Cause the focus is the fickle 'Stead of fusin' I'm a use it To the utilize the trickle caught the rush But I play hush While Andres Titus is the grabbin' As a fan will put the hearts to mush Lush Dalea would hear the public beat The same way for Titus when he Blacked the Sheep But as the Knee went Deep To deeper off the charts The album faded to black That's when the amnesia starts (Curious, curious, curious, curious) SHORTY: Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep? What are you doing here? Who are you here with? DRES: I'm with my man Pos, you know Pos... SHORTY: Oh yeah, Positive K, I.. I like him... (Stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush) DOVE: Hey boy, I watch that star man, shit's all in Should I shot it or begin I saw bootleggas no shinin' I saw Big 4 go get shinin' A typical flick was the moment When the man said "Ain't you?" Yeah I is 'im Hush your mouth fallin' in cog Caught the light being True dog A fist of funk and I pocket that screen In the scene or in between Gimme but a little bit of the starlight I mail my ass to the darkness I dig it, I dug it I dig it, I dug it I wiz it, I was it I wiz it, I was it Oh Lord let me switch it off Because ya find some'll do it all For the light (Stop jivin') |
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(Why do we have to cross over?)
(Why are niggas always crossing over, huh?) (I mean, what's the matter?) (They can accept our music as long as they can't see our faces?) (One, Two, One Two; You got it) Wootah! GURU: Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke DOVE: Just the other day I got a starter kit (An M is a terrible thing to waste) Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mindstate I play control to a fraud (Nah it ain't happenin') Nada to make it even Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown Y'all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies (Well, it started in the year of '78) But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more (I said, "Come in") Come in (Come on) Come out into my reservoir As I macks a men your bastard style has just been stuck By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin' What if... how's about why would Never thought that the napalm would bust the jeans POS: Mash it up The one with the beard Mega moustache the beat (hide it) Deep under sheets, cover this hint Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage Jimmy and the jet, standin' on the pier I'm known as the farmer Cultivatin' mate without mendin' Bendin', comprimising any of my styles to gain a smile Listen while you hear it There's no pink in my slip I reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me red While the boys from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger community Yet they're soon to see I have a brother named Luck A nigga named Dres A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head Of a Baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin' (Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set) GURU: Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (And now, prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (We decided to change the cover a little bit) (Because we see the big picture) (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album) (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album) (Everybody's gonna know who this group is) (We just felt that the picture wasn't as important as it was that we succeeed in crossing over) (Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double cross) (Once we lose our audience we never gon' get them back) (He may even try to change our sound) POS: Let no man put asunder Severin' the groups I never blunder Cashin' all the checks on the mic I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug Wonder Funk to the fame against hoods Bridges saggin' to woods down under They can't be raised with the feminine praise In conjunction with no chocolate in the mix White boy Roy cannot feel it But the first to try and steal it Dilute it, pollute it, kill it I see him infiltratin' to the masses And when the leechin' I mo shoot 'em all in they asses GURU: Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (Yeah!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Aaah!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) POS: I shed light and not skin I ain't from Europe Afro connects at the root of the retina of the third Mums the word when ya blind baby Blind to the fact Don't rest in Compton so I don't own a gat But respect is clear crystal Cause Millie got a pistol And she's down with me Wild of most wild Born child to the old school legitimate (soul) Talker of the many paragraphs ago Walker of the plenty broken calves ago Phantom of the phrase black in many ways Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches Comin' in to rent my style GURU: I'm not the one to fuck with POS: I'm lockin' you out GURU: I'm just not to fuck wit so check it Y'all know who I am Listen up son Peace to my man Premier And y'all better guard your trenches 'cause we runnin' through 'em (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Tell me somethin' huh?) (How come they never cross over to us, huh?) (I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover!) |
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POS:
Smoothed out without the R and B (Mercy) Come on! (Mercy) Come on y'all! (Mercy) Come on! There's no R and B in this song So come along fly children come along Come along fly children come along Come along fly children come along There's no R and B in this song! Pushed up a dame by the name of Crystal Who flaunts to the point just like a missile A habit wit ear kiddin' wit gold mags And since she fancies facial hair she asks my name (Hey baby what's your name?) Now ever so fab I said I'm wala Miss Wild who used to run tough wit Koala She was a winner of my metaphor and she knew that I said I'm gonna feed your mouth she said you do that Now Crystal stops the jeep I think I'm mad fly She used to have a man wit lots of mad signs Her strut was guaranteed to make a gay smile And in bed she had proved to be real agile I show her to the lounge and I dined her Then she gave me some digits where I could find her I licked her like a stamp Laid and sticked her like a champ But the... um she gave me burn I had to go see the doctor (3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer (Uhhhh) (3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer (Oh yeah) (3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer (3 days later) Skeezer skeezer skeezer! DOVE: Well it was thirty after nine and I was loungin' Tokin' on some smoke that I was poundin' I rang up seven up so we can skip to the mall Thinkin' a good day to shop But then we got stopped A shooter man said "Yo this is a stick up" A whole lot of dirt was 'bout to kick up I had screens in my pocket And man, tonight's my date Wit Smokey Sue, now what was I to do? In my head I'm thinking, 'Should I dodge the bullet?' 'Man this kid is bluffin' you can pull it' I feared the whole scene, The shooter didn't bluff Now look at me now, He shot my ass dead (Yeah) (You shouldn't have) (I did, so let's get in the van) (You shouldn't have) (I did, so get in the fucking van!) (I love you babe) (I.. I love you babe) (I love you babe) (I love you babe) Skeezer skeezer skeezer Skeezer skeezer skeezer Skeezer skeezer skeezer Skeezer skeezer skeezer! |
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(I can just remember the number...)
DOVE: Just another area POS: For me to patrol DOVE: Just another area POS: That shows I got soul DOVE: Just another area POS: For me to patrol DOVE: Just another area POS: That shows I got soul I got soul you see, I'm swimming in the De La I'm in my hood man, my manhood worries ya I'm known for sampling of soul food Off the old school plates When I met up with my niggas from the 718 One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans Still I sided with my funk to bring my second on call For me and the Sheep, our mission's on the beach of 804 (You're runnin' on an empty tank) But still get paid in full (And get the girls) Man, I'm packing gravitational pull Bring the instamatic avalanche, my code intervenes I'm out to scout the areas that remains to be seen (What?) DOVE: Well, many many digits had me seeking in my Wizard Man, who's ringing up my area (ooh) oh! I used to shoe it to the bridge but that's gone Like the 718's out of Vietnam Sniffin' skypagers had me drugged (Man I knew a psycho) 703's on my love bug I made mates with the brothers up in 215 Crazy buddhas in my mind My Chattanooga champ had me late for the camp And my 202 keeps me marvellous I guess Mars was my hideaway But if the stars for a getaway... POS: Since I'm capable I conjure up a walk in this way I slip a syllable for Aspen and a Chester souffle I be the 919 seeker, 'cause ain't off logic So when I'm with my crew I always have a place to sit Due to this, a brother tries to play me (Yeah, like one in 514) Yo, some kid tried to flip on me They instigated a brawl (So we set our knuckles on stun and made them all fall) Then I just laughed (Ha ha ha ha ha ha) (We whooped that ass) And put the feelings aside, I know who I am I cast the grain by the pound I make sounds with the horn When I colour the corn, caught the fit And sit the two when honey slung the tip DOVE: Well I'm taking my finds to the 301's And Im playing my flute in the rear kibbut My man from the 908's, he don't like it like that So I pipes till the sunshine hikes A kettle of our master plan makes a Malibu idol (God forgive me) Well, it's a hook The third to the 0 to the 5 had top feel the vibe When the 516 played convicts MASE: The man Maseo is here to put the habit along And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code Is it 918? (No) Is it 212? (No) Speakin' on 404? (Hell no) What about 516? (I dunno) What is it? (Not tellin' ya) What is it? (Not tellin' ya) What is it? (Not tellin' ya) What is it? (Not tellin' ya) (Huh? What?) POS: Just another area for me to patrol I got status 'cause I'm baddest with the paint Giving upside down frowns to London wood 703 Her moms didn't like it, I had to let be For the fact I lays bricks 'Cause my semen ends with the letter T My seed is hard to submerge I play the tack in the wall if my rear's not watched 'Cause some knuckle might just head for the urge But I got Prince Paul in the Area (Oh, it's like that now) I got Hot Dog in the Area (Heh heh heh) I got the Violators in the area (Aaah) I's got the Violators in the area (Aaah) It don't matter where you hide, I clear up the fall Cop the fuck outta here, you fake-ass fraud Clear my area (I'm going home now, I have been up all night.) (I been up all night, it's still Friday to me.) (Come on now. Hey, Ellory, I'm going home!) (Bob to the bob, d-dang, d-dang diggy-diggy) |
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I am Posdnous I be the new generation of slaves here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes the pile of revenue I create But I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late Product of a North Carolina cat who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie Who departed life just a little too soon and didn't see me grab the Plug Tune fame As we go a little somethin' like this look ma, no protection Now I got a daughter named Ayana Monay And I can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough so the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay I am an early bird but the feathers are black so the apples that I catch are usually all worms But it's a must to decipher one's queen from a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ I cherish the twilight I maximize, my soul is the right size I watch for the power to run out on the moon (And that'll be sometime soon) Faker than a fist of kids speakin that they're black When they're just niggas trying to be Greek Or some tongues who lied and said "We'll be natives to the end" Nowadays we don't even speak I guess we got our own life to live Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule? Every now and then I step to the now for now I see back then I might have acted like a fool Now I won't apologize for it This is not a bunch of Bradys but a bunch of black man's pride Yet I can safely say I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside I've always walked the right side of the road If I wasn't making song I wouldn't be a thug selling drugs But a man with a plan and if I was a rug cleaner betcha Pos'd have the cleanest rugs I am. Verse 2 The Plug Two brand with the flavour in the flute watch the sniffin' so a sack of shows in demand I read the diction from the second page I got the one-two gauge baritone to the izm fan Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink So let me need ya to my ems go I push the infinite and carry it My carrier's the three over one so my pluggins already know Lick shots with moo catch the boo from a ghost in the heckling crowd if I give a foot Jack Ville caught a spill when a still came from my mouth I brought a head down south I don't check for the noose and the neck So I never tell my ems that finesse is knocking at my door I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun and dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore I bring the element H with the 2 so ya owe me what's coming when I'm raining on your new parade It's just mind over matter and what matters is that the mind isn't guided by the punished shade I keep the walking on the right side but I won't judge the next who handles walking on the wrong Cuz that's how he wants to be No difference, see I wanna be like the name of this song I am Verse 3 I am Posdnous I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes the pile of revenue I create but I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late The deeds of a natural are seeds that are no longer planted so the famine in the mind is strong Tactics of another plane is now proven sane Sane enough to let you know from within this song I stabilize many cableized viewers So my occupation's known But not why I occupy And that is to bring the peace not in the flower but the As-Salaam Alaikum in the third I am |
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(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) (Say party over here, party over here) (Say party over there, party over there) DOVE: Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good) Well it's that thumpin shit (well i'm soakin too) I'll introduce the split (i'll be the go) I'll be the get Fixin with the ins for the outs we set Hey shortie (yeah mister) Make no mistake I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet (you be buggin) Well i bugs like roaches on rugs Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans Give me the night baby and i'll be good in the woods Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know) I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit) I'm like hickory (dickory niggas) I make you feel lost like high school history Creator of the rhymin dominoes Watchin drop it's the joint see So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling) The coolest fool be the coolest fool I know the watch be in the air but i kick a new bucket Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob It's that funky shit (in the woods) That be beyond understandin (in the woods) Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods) Timber (in the woods) POSDNOUS: Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated As my pants play the sagatogah i can order sniffs of Frequencies frequencies cuz i freak mc's with the rhythm rock live (man i'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it) No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin (stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods) Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods) Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods) The plugs just can't be found (in the woods) SHORTIE NO MAS: Can i come off like the rest of em i think i should Could i of course one verse now ya lost it Found it realizing i came off it sounds mean But pal there's a new kid on the scene I got much soul on the down low tip Lay back smooth one drink i'll be trippin Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal Pal i got props on a different tip I recall back i go for mines i get the goods Wouldn't you know forgot my compass i got lost in the woods Found my way and i was out i pronounce every letter And if i had the chance i'd do it better I heard a holler down the way and now i'm out for the time being Ya wanna be in but you can't see what i'm seein Time and time my friend i stay gettin it on And now they playin my song again I got feminine style (in the woods) I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods) And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods) A lot of things be happenin (in the woods) |
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Ah one two ah one two Ah one two ah one two "Breakadawn.. breakadawn.." Ah one two ah one two (repeat 6X) Verse One: Posdonus I was born in the Boogie Down catscan where my building fell down on the rats and people sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile) While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle My father's clean not mean my mind is clear when I transmit I am the man ner of the family cuz the pants fit I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay, wanna say salutations to the nation of the Nubians We bout to place you in that +3 Feet+ of stew again I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm I gotta +Hey Love+ all the honies cause they're short term Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it So get your butt out the sling, I stung Muhammad float a note that means I'm def, so like the autographs you sign until the "Breakadawn.. breakadawn.." Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4X) Verse Two: Dove, Posdonus Aiyyo groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer Wave the eighteen mill', eat a still sack or bag of troubles, make the single double Loop the coin and join the minimum wage I had a plan if I was the man, I'd throw the J Lay it low and late night I get sessed Uncondition my ways, of the everyday sunset Wagin my days, to the one bet Cause your breaks'll have the carrot of cakes, whether mine Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder cause the days of the breaks, be just about over The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here I keep it to the rear, and then I'm EXPLODING I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi I got the flea up in the name "ah one two, ah one two" Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others latchin on to when I caught the fame "ah one two, ah one two" Pass the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my friend I tell you Jungle Brothers +On the Run+ "ah one two, ah one two" I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry Believe the Genesis life fill with stills mean that I'm def so like the autographs you sign until the "Breakadawn.. breakadawn.." Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4X) Verse Three: Dove, Posdonus We in the mornin at the end, but in the end I be the is cause in the mix, man, it's alright Momma got the rhythm to my daylife My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves to the Long I laid the anchor in the 'Ville And how I relate, the same side of my gates Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero degrees and the weather feels fine You opened my eyes man, thought I had a man But how could I eyescan, I wasn't around I seen the states and played the dates in the far-far Gathered the new, from the zoas around Grew up with Mikey Rodes and played the codes Sometimes I don't budge, without my cous' Fuzz/fuzz A simple, "How ya do?" Ah check it from my friends and my crew makes it definitely special Now there's no +Shiny Happy People+ in the crew we play the rough I got the huff, and puff, to blow the house low You know the neverending factor while I'm over, tell a squid I know an Enterprising brother, so report to the bridge I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right (Cause a squid is just a punk) Yo he deserved to lose the fight I might meander 'cross your dream, travellin up the stream Plug Wonder Wonder Why you're lonely tonight We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by the live shell Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel motel, holiday, inn-fact! I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul is sure to show you we will hit the charter harder than the normal rappin fool "ah one two, ah one two" |
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DAVE HAS A PROBLEM... SERIOUSLY
DOVE: Yo Merc it's Dave you there? Hello. Hello Merc. Hello. Hello Merc. Hello. Merc hello. Hello. Hello Merc. Hello. Hello. Hello Merc. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Huh! Hah! Huh! Huh! Huh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Feel the funk, baby! |
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featuring BizMarkie
* BizMarkie starts out the song beatboxing while De La Soul chants the words "I'll beatbox" * [Dove] Ah mic test one two [BizM] Aww man I check it better [DeLa] Ah whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark? [BizM] I hit the rhyme with the mayonnaise that's what I mean [DeLa] Ah whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark? [BizM] Man I got beats up my sleeve like you wouldn't BELIEVE! [DeLa] Whatcha mean BizMarkie? Whatcha mean BizMark? [BizMarkie] Ah with my "ah one two" I substitute about a loop So let me serve with the slope, with the Plug of two scoops! [Dove] Mr. Miyag' never did dip for Dove Bootleggers my legs and, grit about a hug And who gets the Motts, I knots by the chance I rain-dance.. I rain-dance But steppin just a bit I don't need another shadow Makes makes, is gonna be the new man's motto Don't increase the bull, because my pulley is broken and my belly is full It's a second I reckon on the bone and the ball Makin London bridges fall, so check it I bring a point to the joints that we change and chop but we could bring it back to the beatbox! * BizMarkie beatboxes with style and soul * [Posdonus] I'm Posdonus Plug Wonder.. plotter Serenade her cause I gotta.. record When in the womb I was naked.. now I chill with latex cause of how I, enter the black wood without a splinter, provin I had the chills what helps in movin, asses Saw the light cause I got glasses, so we sip the cappucino slowly [BizMarkie] I'sah makes the big money! I drive big [Posdonus] cars, serve the bubble like a bar.. tender When in flight like a sender, lace Sticks of dynamite on bass, head [BizMarkie] Lace the shoe until he dead [Shorty No Mas] Run! Cause the cop is gonna come This my Plug style [Posdonus] so they can kiss my, grits Hold my balls without a mitt.. grab the mouthpiece to talk the dag.. nabit I keeps goin like that rabbit, rico- -chet a dame I need a Snicker, satis- -fy the Norman to the Gladys, Knight My glasses help me see the light, so we sip the capuccino slow [BizMarkie] In life, it's what you see is usually whatcha [Posdonus] get, won't take a Drag-without-a-Net, no [BizMarkie] To put the rhythm in the, bone [Posdonus] marrow, laid the pipe to please Cari-lou [BizMarkie] I don't know! [Posdonus] If it's true.. .. THAT'S A FUMBLE! WELL CATCH A FEVER FROM THE JUNGLE Chocolate, nubian girls flock to it, sweets And if I can't sample beats, get the beatbox equipped with the, dirt BizMark and Doug E. works, fine Mase work the wheel I tangle lines, HARK the light is thirsty in the dark so we.. * BizMarkie beatboxing while De La Soul chants the words "I'll beatbox" * [Dove] It's like I saw it in the river but my M wasn't fixed Super heavy like a Chevy pump a Maseo mix I had some screams in my pockets, and played it kinda hush and did the outs (got to check out, the avenue) I peeped the ?? Zoah ?? on the gimme gimme, plus we hit the plat' Then the amps was on samp's, the villains got fat The Natives weren't the neighbor then to, NIGGA PLEASE It's a hustle for a joint when your settlement G's But we still be on the wax because it acts like that We still be on the moves because it moves like that So there ain't no reason to don't stop Cause we can bring it back to the beatbox! * BizMark finishes it off * "Yo who, I don't know who was on the mic man This thing smell awful here man.." |
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