[Intro: First Serve]
Yeah, (yeah man) Yeah!
(Aight let's do it man, c'mon) One two and ah
Can I kick it? Well ah, yes you can
Can I kick a hole in the speaker and then jet?
Well of course you can! First Serve's the best yet
Can I kick a hole in the speaker and then jet?
My nigga yes you can, First Serve's the best kept!
[Pop]
I play the intro, middle, ending back to the intro
Reborn to bring NEW beginnings
How many lives, have you ran through?
I think I'm on number five, came back strivin
for the same thing, the GAME thing
Microphone remain king, yeah my need
they say it's in the blood, and in my thoughts as well
Since the days of the, ways of the walk
through the park in the BX, me and D got next
Verbal push-ups, titles, concepts, beats
Yo D, it's time to eat!
[Deen]
..And with this gravy
Make fritters out of these tater sacks, you quarterbacks
ought to back it up two yards, we bought it back
That old chord mic's the prototype
connect it like Siamese deep in the work
Sweat a Hi-C packet a day, now sip on that
[Chorus]
("Let me be") At the front of the line
("It was plain to see") Cause it's our time
("It's over now") in bright lights surrounded by skirts
("You had me found, you shot me down")
Pop Life & Deen Whitter, we puttin in work!
Work! Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!)
Work! Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!)
Work! (Yeah!) Work (Yeah!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!)
Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!)
WORK WORK WORK!
[Deen (Pop)]
Can't a monkey stop us in this bar game
The guitar lickin the far lane
Yo I got crazy visions! (Nigga, put 'em on paper!)
The contracts, contacts puffin haze per page
and Almanac of ideas for five years
Book stick it in that "I so solemnly swear" joint
Economy scare point (Yo, studio costs is for horses!)
Nigga we can play the mule and get Pro Tools
and show fools the A-game, set up in the crib and live
[Pop (Deen)]
Word! Man, but yo..
I'm on that song ass first, I'm on the last verse
Finish line 24 but I got 20 more things I gotta do
like, make the name up for the crew
Might call it Witter Pop! (Naw, nigga that's wack)
Yeah you right, yo did you find a studio?
(Yeah I came across two you know the one Ken-doo talk about?
The other one's called Odyssey)
Oh yeah yeah, let's take it there man
I heard it's more private, B
[Chorus]
("Let me be") At the front of this shit
("It was plain to see") We the number one pick
("It's over now") in bright lights surrounded by skirts
("You had me found, you shot me down")
Pop Life & Deen Whitter, we puttin in work!
Work! (Yeah!) Work! (Yeah!) Work! (Put it in!) Work! (Yeah!)
Work! (Yeah!) Work (Yeah!!) Work! (Yeah!!!) Work! (Yeah!!!!)
Work! (Yeah~!) Work! (Yeah`!) Work! (Yeah!!) Work! (YEAH!!)
WORK WORK WORK!
[Deen:] Aiyyo, we spent many years
[Pop:] brushin the plaque off the teeth
[Deen:] It's time to switch gears
[Pop:] and place the plaques underneath the roof
[Deen:] The gold ones
[Pop:] was platinum plus much better
[both:] The right contract bring the right con-CHEDDAR
[Deen:] And we ain't cons
[Pop]
So just like Etta (At Last)
We have to blast through, anybody ask you
Who works harder? You say First Serve
Try to say different, say you got some nerve!
[Deen]
See you got some herbs that gon' hate
The Band-Aid is for dem boys! Nikita La Femme boys!
[Deen & Pop]
The key to the city is ours
The broads, the house, the cars
The sky's the limit, the stars
Shalamars in it, there it is!
[Deen]
But what took you so long?
The energy's a tall glass of milk, the secret's best kept
in the basement, potential amazement
Until we hit the surface of the pavement, PEACE!
[Chorus]
("Let me be") At the front of the line
("It was plain to see") Cause it's our time
("It's over now") in bright lights surrounded by skirts
("You had me found, you shot me down")
Pop Life & Deen Whitter, we puttin in work!
Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Yeah!)
Work! (Get it in!) Work! (Yeah!) Work! (Yeah!) Work! (Yeah!)
Work! (Work!) Work (Work!) Work! (Work!) Work! (Work!)
Work! (Work!!) Work (Work!!) Work (Work!!) Work! (Work!!)
WORK WORK WORK!
[Outro: Pop]
We got the work alright
Ken-Doo put a plan together, got us organized
Studio time, little shows here and there, AND means!
But, things weren't happenin overnight now..
Shit, days became weeks, weeks into months
And months? Months turned into doubt
[sigh] What we gon' do now?
Small Disasters lyrics - De La Soul
[Deen]
[yawns] "Good morning heartache, it's a pleasure to meet you"
I said staring in the mirror in search of weakness
Shit am I the loose link? Madam Medus ink?
Pace movin slower than a statue frozen
Starving artist, more like hostage
Easily composed in mail and poastage
Mailbox empty though, no respondents
Chasin condiments, I need to catch up/ketchup
Beats are bangin, but ain't no bangin back
Sorry Charlie, no gold ticket
(Cricket, cricket) Sound bites are hunger
Put so much work in, but ain't no work out
and ain't no ringtone in lonely doubt's ears
It's lonely out here, phony out here
like T.I. (U Don't Know Me) out here
A smidgen of set-back sets in..
[Pop]
For weeks we wore the game face travellin place to place
Conventions (seminars) talent shows near and far
Travelled the south to let them know the name
Out THEY mouth shout a ghost of Ichabod Crane
Yo, could it be that we ain't good D?!
Nah, they just hatin (or really ain't relatin)
Feelin a little homesick, rather be at home with
them corner boys talkin that everyday home shit
But when at the crib, anxiety sets in
I didn't set a "Plan B", understand me?
We need to get a hold on "Plan A"
Cause I'm NOT tryin to live on minimum pay
(This shit is takin too long yo) Yeah I told you bro
The old man's at the crib like "I told you so"
And mom's still prayin, I hope she ask God to
open them doors to the game so we can get the play in
[Deen]
The second act curtains almost by nature
The wage is mental, bettin this won't happen
Change in the caption is not for captain
Neither co-pilot, the colder silent
and in creeps Miss Doubt-fire's comfort
Tits danglin in front of, tanglin my thoughts
Departs from confines of my confidence
Broken egos, small disasters
Even in plaster, limbs will not heal
I'm armin myself, charming I self
Lord and Master, show me a sign
Not for nothin Lord, show me
[Pop]
Wasn't it good with that Spalding
but excellent with the golf clubs
Scream WHOOOA!! Smash the window to the car door
(Reach in) grab, sprint back to the lab
You would think I didn't have any sense
but my sense of worth was still growin, so was my dreams
of being kids from Queens beings managed by Lyor Cohen
and Russell Rush (Rick Rubin doin them beats)
A month later on stage with Adidas on my feet
but right now worry's on my mind
I'm still gon' climb (not stoppin) if the beats stop rockin
I'll beat hand and fist with skills on the table [phone rings]
Hello?
[Deen]
NIGGA!! Kindoo said we got the deal with the label, B!
[Pop]
WHAAT?
[Dean]
My word!
[Pop]
Don't fuck with me man, you playin!
[Deen]
Nah I'm not playin, (YOU) playin!
Nigga I'm goin shoppin
We on Goon Time, bitch!
See you at the mall
[yawns] "Good morning heartache, it's a pleasure to meet you"
I said staring in the mirror in search of weakness
Shit am I the loose link? Madam Medus ink?
Pace movin slower than a statue frozen
Starving artist, more like hostage
Easily composed in mail and poastage
Mailbox empty though, no respondents
Chasin condiments, I need to catch up/ketchup
Beats are bangin, but ain't no bangin back
Sorry Charlie, no gold ticket
(Cricket, cricket) Sound bites are hunger
Put so much work in, but ain't no work out
and ain't no ringtone in lonely doubt's ears
It's lonely out here, phony out here
like T.I. (U Don't Know Me) out here
A smidgen of set-back sets in..
[Pop]
For weeks we wore the game face travellin place to place
Conventions (seminars) talent shows near and far
Travelled the south to let them know the name
Out THEY mouth shout a ghost of Ichabod Crane
Yo, could it be that we ain't good D?!
Nah, they just hatin (or really ain't relatin)
Feelin a little homesick, rather be at home with
them corner boys talkin that everyday home shit
But when at the crib, anxiety sets in
I didn't set a "Plan B", understand me?
We need to get a hold on "Plan A"
Cause I'm NOT tryin to live on minimum pay
(This shit is takin too long yo) Yeah I told you bro
The old man's at the crib like "I told you so"
And mom's still prayin, I hope she ask God to
open them doors to the game so we can get the play in
[Deen]
The second act curtains almost by nature
The wage is mental, bettin this won't happen
Change in the caption is not for captain
Neither co-pilot, the colder silent
and in creeps Miss Doubt-fire's comfort
Tits danglin in front of, tanglin my thoughts
Departs from confines of my confidence
Broken egos, small disasters
Even in plaster, limbs will not heal
I'm armin myself, charming I self
Lord and Master, show me a sign
Not for nothin Lord, show me
[Pop]
Wasn't it good with that Spalding
but excellent with the golf clubs
Scream WHOOOA!! Smash the window to the car door
(Reach in) grab, sprint back to the lab
You would think I didn't have any sense
but my sense of worth was still growin, so was my dreams
of being kids from Queens beings managed by Lyor Cohen
and Russell Rush (Rick Rubin doin them beats)
A month later on stage with Adidas on my feet
but right now worry's on my mind
I'm still gon' climb (not stoppin) if the beats stop rockin
I'll beat hand and fist with skills on the table [phone rings]
Hello?
[Deen]
NIGGA!! Kindoo said we got the deal with the label, B!
[Pop]
WHAAT?
[Dean]
My word!
[Pop]
Don't fuck with me man, you playin!
[Deen]
Nah I'm not playin, (YOU) playin!
Nigga I'm goin shoppin
We on Goon Time, bitch!
See you at the mall
We Made It lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Kinny)
[Intro: Deen]
WOOO! What did I tell niggaz?
What the fuck did I tell niggaz?!
Did I not tell niggaz this shit was gon' happen
(Looks like we made it..) What did I tell niggaz?
I told y'all niggaz this deal was comin thru
I told y'all we was gon' get this muh'fuckin money
(Looks like we made it..) I'm tellin you, we the FUCK outta here
Fuck err'thing else, we outta here!
(Looks like we made it..)
Fuck all this college shit, leave all that shit behind!
We the fuck out! We the fuck out
(Looks like we made it..) Don't even pack a bag
Let's get the fuck outta here NOW! Get the money, let's GO!
[Pop]
(Looks like we made it..) Yeah, no longer throwin back
from burgers from outta Mickey's arches
(Look like I made it..)
I now eat the pricey seafood with all my starches
(Look like I made it..) And even when it's cloudy
I got some sunshine for the pocket
(Look like I made it..) Smashed the Mazda
So for my bro, the Range Rover I copped it
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..) See Whitter got plans
to see a different landscape in his life
(Look like I made it..) Save the diet for when I'm dead and gone
I'm tryin to eat cake in this life
(Look like I made it..) Put on airs and walk through the mall
'til we can't walk through them all
(Look like I made it..) Cop four-door 44s'
and put my fam up in it all
[Chorus: Kinny]
(Looks like we made it..) I'm gonna find my chance again
(Looks like we made it..) and seal this rhyme
(Looks like we made it..) I'm gonna sort my times again
(Looks like we made it..) Feelin good, seekin things
and hold my wins in liii-iii-ine (Looks like we made it...)
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..)
Add to the list to assist them rappers, who spit live bars
[Pop]
(Look like I made it..) Down with them constellations
We stayin in nothin less than five stars
(Look like I made it..) Yes, won't even feel stressed
at the poker game when I blow money (easy!)
[Deen + Pop]
Now we are here claimin, like Marlon and Damon
(Mo' Money, Mo' Money)
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..)
And I'm gon' get a fatty each night, make her say daddy each night
[Pop]
(Look like I made it..) Say I reach for the stars
and stretchin my arms, tryin to get my reach right
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..)
The whole team plays, we cop haze outta mayonnaise jars
[Deen + Pop]
(Look like I made it..)
Want [?] and boutiques goin to shop like there's no tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Pop]
(Looks like I made it..)
Pop Life and Bacardi make the life of the party last long
(Look like I made it..)
Spillin drinks everywhere got 'em like ("What's... wrong?")
Check it out (Look like I made it..)
And it feels good, puttin money back in my city
(LOOK LIKE..)
Lil' shorty now feelin inspired like a little train
that goes (Chitty Chitty BANG BANG!)
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..)
Executive plush the back of the bus
Puttin work in the streets
(Look like I made it..) And momma can sleep
and get the late hours off her feet
(Look like I made it..) Fuck grams
I'm tryin to hold fans I don't even know yet
(Look like I made it..) Whole lotta chances and
checks we're tryin to get
[Chorus]
(Looks like we made it..)
[Outro: Kinny]
I had a vision of a golden lucky dream
Charmed out the way that I could see
I saw a lucky charm that made it oh so sweet
I know I'm here to stay, to see, to feel
But something's got me holdin on
Something's got me sweet
Looks like we make iiiit
Looks like we made iiiit
(Looks like we made it..)
WOOO! What did I tell niggaz?
What the fuck did I tell niggaz?!
Did I not tell niggaz this shit was gon' happen
(Looks like we made it..) What did I tell niggaz?
I told y'all niggaz this deal was comin thru
I told y'all we was gon' get this muh'fuckin money
(Looks like we made it..) I'm tellin you, we the FUCK outta here
Fuck err'thing else, we outta here!
(Looks like we made it..)
Fuck all this college shit, leave all that shit behind!
We the fuck out! We the fuck out
(Looks like we made it..) Don't even pack a bag
Let's get the fuck outta here NOW! Get the money, let's GO!
[Pop]
(Looks like we made it..) Yeah, no longer throwin back
from burgers from outta Mickey's arches
(Look like I made it..)
I now eat the pricey seafood with all my starches
(Look like I made it..) And even when it's cloudy
I got some sunshine for the pocket
(Look like I made it..) Smashed the Mazda
So for my bro, the Range Rover I copped it
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..) See Whitter got plans
to see a different landscape in his life
(Look like I made it..) Save the diet for when I'm dead and gone
I'm tryin to eat cake in this life
(Look like I made it..) Put on airs and walk through the mall
'til we can't walk through them all
(Look like I made it..) Cop four-door 44s'
and put my fam up in it all
[Chorus: Kinny]
(Looks like we made it..) I'm gonna find my chance again
(Looks like we made it..) and seal this rhyme
(Looks like we made it..) I'm gonna sort my times again
(Looks like we made it..) Feelin good, seekin things
and hold my wins in liii-iii-ine (Looks like we made it...)
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..)
Add to the list to assist them rappers, who spit live bars
[Pop]
(Look like I made it..) Down with them constellations
We stayin in nothin less than five stars
(Look like I made it..) Yes, won't even feel stressed
at the poker game when I blow money (easy!)
[Deen + Pop]
Now we are here claimin, like Marlon and Damon
(Mo' Money, Mo' Money)
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..)
And I'm gon' get a fatty each night, make her say daddy each night
[Pop]
(Look like I made it..) Say I reach for the stars
and stretchin my arms, tryin to get my reach right
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..)
The whole team plays, we cop haze outta mayonnaise jars
[Deen + Pop]
(Look like I made it..)
Want [?] and boutiques goin to shop like there's no tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Pop]
(Looks like I made it..)
Pop Life and Bacardi make the life of the party last long
(Look like I made it..)
Spillin drinks everywhere got 'em like ("What's... wrong?")
Check it out (Look like I made it..)
And it feels good, puttin money back in my city
(LOOK LIKE..)
Lil' shorty now feelin inspired like a little train
that goes (Chitty Chitty BANG BANG!)
[Deen]
(Look like I made it..)
Executive plush the back of the bus
Puttin work in the streets
(Look like I made it..) And momma can sleep
and get the late hours off her feet
(Look like I made it..) Fuck grams
I'm tryin to hold fans I don't even know yet
(Look like I made it..) Whole lotta chances and
checks we're tryin to get
[Chorus]
(Looks like we made it..)
[Outro: Kinny]
I had a vision of a golden lucky dream
Charmed out the way that I could see
I saw a lucky charm that made it oh so sweet
I know I'm here to stay, to see, to feel
But something's got me holdin on
Something's got me sweet
Looks like we make iiiit
Looks like we made iiiit
(Looks like we made it..)
We Made It (Interlude) lyrics - De La Soul
(Goon Time)
Yeah, we made it, alright
Made it to the big house! (Yeah!)
Goon - Time - Records (It's Goon Time, baby!)
(Hallelujah!) What y'all sleep or somethin?!
Y'all don't know about Goon Time?! (Uh-oh!)
Man, that man only happens to be
The biggest mixtape king across the whole continent!
Mean he's legendary (Boss!)
We was practically raised on Goon Time beef CDs' (Fuck McDonalds!)
Rumor has it, he was about to release the craziest beef joint ever:
Run vs. D.M.C., B! (Word, it was hot in Queens, yo)
But Mr. Russell "Rush Money," supposedly gave 'em hush money
(Shit, I'ma let Russ tell it!)
Just enough for Goon Time to get his own label (Yeah!)
And that's when we come in! (You know it, First Serve!)
The next new shit to hit the airwaves
Ain't nothin gon' stop us now (It's Goon Time, baby!)
Yeah, we made it, alright
Made it to the big house! (Yeah!)
Goon - Time - Records (It's Goon Time, baby!)
(Hallelujah!) What y'all sleep or somethin?!
Y'all don't know about Goon Time?! (Uh-oh!)
Man, that man only happens to be
The biggest mixtape king across the whole continent!
Mean he's legendary (Boss!)
We was practically raised on Goon Time beef CDs' (Fuck McDonalds!)
Rumor has it, he was about to release the craziest beef joint ever:
Run vs. D.M.C., B! (Word, it was hot in Queens, yo)
But Mr. Russell "Rush Money," supposedly gave 'em hush money
(Shit, I'ma let Russ tell it!)
Just enough for Goon Time to get his own label (Yeah!)
And that's when we come in! (You know it, First Serve!)
The next new shit to hit the airwaves
Ain't nothin gon' stop us now (It's Goon Time, baby!)
Must B The Music lyrics - De La Soul
I do boom bap, don't do cool rap
Don't mind a little radio on my coon wrap
We do it for the love, yeah, the love of money
Use it to pay for food so don't go hungry
Do trips to the Caribbean, do skiin'
Don't mind me, just do it so free!
Do want the good life, don't delay
Why put off tomorrow what I can do today!
Oh yo, been there, done that murder
Gun rap, pay dues don't pay checks, so run that
High hopes don't sleep, don't do cheap seats
Up front, on stage, where's the fuck that
Blizzed in diamonds, see me shining
Dudes do they best to scratch the grinding
Better like who done it, so ya'll who won it
Don't believe the hype you simple Simon
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
OK do's, you love ‘em
Tell ‘em, hug ‘em,
Make ‘em high on life without having to drug ‘em
Don't dare ignore them, lie ‘em, bore ‘em
Holler at their sister, mom or cousin!
Do the dishes, but don't break the china
Don't make faces, especially not behind ‘em
Don't get caught, she'll get support like
Late for her birthday, get it in the worst way
Wine, champagne, tickle her with bubbles
If she say do it, do that shit on the double
Break up, make up, don't hold no grudges
Make sure you tell her if I make up smudges
Compliment her hairdo, fuck it more champagne
You need to do it before you get the girl campaign
Wife her, life her, exchange the I do's
Anniversary, don't let her remind you
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
I don't carry no firearms
I don't carry that security
The guns for hire arms
What I will do is admire my own
If it ain't my concern I leave it alone
Unless
It's a fly girl then I do the right thing, make it a night thing
And do the do
And if she don't refrain from the choo-choo train
We'll let it all hang, and she do the crew
(all aboard)
I do alot of things that don't make sense
What I don't do is ride the fence
Hence, the reason for the season
Of the haters that jump on stage and get bathed in tomatoes
Do to the mic that we use to clash in
In comparison to us of the MC's trash
Don't got the skills don't pursue it
It ain't nobody else's fault
So don't do it
Freeze!
(when the music come back sing the chorus, please)
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
Don't mind a little radio on my coon wrap
We do it for the love, yeah, the love of money
Use it to pay for food so don't go hungry
Do trips to the Caribbean, do skiin'
Don't mind me, just do it so free!
Do want the good life, don't delay
Why put off tomorrow what I can do today!
Oh yo, been there, done that murder
Gun rap, pay dues don't pay checks, so run that
High hopes don't sleep, don't do cheap seats
Up front, on stage, where's the fuck that
Blizzed in diamonds, see me shining
Dudes do they best to scratch the grinding
Better like who done it, so ya'll who won it
Don't believe the hype you simple Simon
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
OK do's, you love ‘em
Tell ‘em, hug ‘em,
Make ‘em high on life without having to drug ‘em
Don't dare ignore them, lie ‘em, bore ‘em
Holler at their sister, mom or cousin!
Do the dishes, but don't break the china
Don't make faces, especially not behind ‘em
Don't get caught, she'll get support like
Late for her birthday, get it in the worst way
Wine, champagne, tickle her with bubbles
If she say do it, do that shit on the double
Break up, make up, don't hold no grudges
Make sure you tell her if I make up smudges
Compliment her hairdo, fuck it more champagne
You need to do it before you get the girl campaign
Wife her, life her, exchange the I do's
Anniversary, don't let her remind you
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
I don't carry no firearms
I don't carry that security
The guns for hire arms
What I will do is admire my own
If it ain't my concern I leave it alone
Unless
It's a fly girl then I do the right thing, make it a night thing
And do the do
And if she don't refrain from the choo-choo train
We'll let it all hang, and she do the crew
(all aboard)
I do alot of things that don't make sense
What I don't do is ride the fence
Hence, the reason for the season
Of the haters that jump on stage and get bathed in tomatoes
Do to the mic that we use to clash in
In comparison to us of the MC's trash
Don't got the skills don't pursue it
It ain't nobody else's fault
So don't do it
Freeze!
(when the music come back sing the chorus, please)
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
Must be the music
Got me in a trance, making me high
Must be the music
No escaping this, don't even try
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
The Book Of Life lyrics - De La Soul
[Chorus]
Friends, how many have 'em?
How long before they split like atoms?
Don't ask me, but what I do stand behind
is someone havin your back, seems hard to find
You know the line, "Don't judge the book by its cover"
Read every page cause the nigga's my brother
But it shoulda stated, that the book's on one's life
is always upgraded (so open the book!)
[Pop]
...Aight, business.. page 9, right?
Yo, sun's out so momma's first son's up
Between me and Deen, I'm the first one up
Ready to grind, always on time
for any interview, face-to-face, even online
Knocked out about fo' befo', Deen stumbles through
the door groggy, last night foggy, so unprofessional!
[Deen]
What? You wanna hold a congressional hearing on this shit?
C'mon, Pop, quit!
[Pop (Deen)]
This is how we is when it comes to the biz
Off-point, off-centered
and when you point it out, he gets ill-tempered
Promoter of the show's pissed cause the spot had a curfew
but Hurricane Whitter blew through
and made the mess of the date (Yeah, I got here late, and?)
We only did four songs, 'spose to do more songs
Now Ken-doo dealin with the riot and the venue, yeah
[Chorus]
[Deen (Pop)]
Crazy.. got this shit right here, on page 63
Aiyyo, little kid's sis insists she knows me
Backstage access, aspiring actress
She gon' be the candidate to get this caucus
Of course my campaign is interrupted
Jacob's fury, he's wearing a helmet
Penile pad like he's Mr. Cockney
I ain't buyin it, he can't sell it
I'll redial Madlock, the verdict is sloppy
We used to split the rations, trios ménages
But now I got a private car parked garages
All on my front seat, he playin like bumper cars
(I think yo' bitch likes me!) Nigga she's neither one of ours
He on the bitch strong so I'ma play passive
Now she sayin she gotta go home - YOU BASTARD!
Damn, I'm in the gooddamn dirt like a shovel
outta work with a pay stub and earnin NO love
[Chorus]
[Pop]
Oh yeah I'll open the book!
Yeah let me open it for you
I'll turn to the page for you motherfucker
It's right here! Look right here!
It's like the harmonica sounds of black clouds around
Word around the campfire you said I'm a tramp buyer
Nigga, I don't pay for hoes!
Unlike you who disappears for DAYS for hoes
[Deen]
Well here go Captain Paper-Frozen, Salad-That's-Frosty
The only dude in the group with a personal glossy
Personal transport, champion hand sport
Caught him yankin the cord, this dude is boss
[Pop]
And the Lord won't save us even though we need saving
Can't even wrestle it, now it's all desolate
Like B.B. said, "The thrill is dead"
And the afterlife, it's trife to stay in the red
[Deen]
But I'm stayin ahead, one lesson to thank you
Stow a skunk in the street cred and one in the bank too
Far gone but ain't far enough to see through
Word is you did a solo album with your people
But life ain't that Pop, you ain't no show stopper
Send the boys over to crown you when-
[Pop]
Hey what the fuck you just say? Yo stop the tape!
[music stop] Yo, WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SAY?!
[Deen]
Nigga, I said what you heard!
[Pop]
Oh, uh-huh.. please...
and WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HEAR?
[Deen]
Oh, it's like that Pop?
...It's on now
Friends, how many have 'em?
How long before they split like atoms?
Don't ask me, but what I do stand behind
is someone havin your back, seems hard to find
You know the line, "Don't judge the book by its cover"
Read every page cause the nigga's my brother
But it shoulda stated, that the book's on one's life
is always upgraded (so open the book!)
[Pop]
...Aight, business.. page 9, right?
Yo, sun's out so momma's first son's up
Between me and Deen, I'm the first one up
Ready to grind, always on time
for any interview, face-to-face, even online
Knocked out about fo' befo', Deen stumbles through
the door groggy, last night foggy, so unprofessional!
[Deen]
What? You wanna hold a congressional hearing on this shit?
C'mon, Pop, quit!
[Pop (Deen)]
This is how we is when it comes to the biz
Off-point, off-centered
and when you point it out, he gets ill-tempered
Promoter of the show's pissed cause the spot had a curfew
but Hurricane Whitter blew through
and made the mess of the date (Yeah, I got here late, and?)
We only did four songs, 'spose to do more songs
Now Ken-doo dealin with the riot and the venue, yeah
[Chorus]
[Deen (Pop)]
Crazy.. got this shit right here, on page 63
Aiyyo, little kid's sis insists she knows me
Backstage access, aspiring actress
She gon' be the candidate to get this caucus
Of course my campaign is interrupted
Jacob's fury, he's wearing a helmet
Penile pad like he's Mr. Cockney
I ain't buyin it, he can't sell it
I'll redial Madlock, the verdict is sloppy
We used to split the rations, trios ménages
But now I got a private car parked garages
All on my front seat, he playin like bumper cars
(I think yo' bitch likes me!) Nigga she's neither one of ours
He on the bitch strong so I'ma play passive
Now she sayin she gotta go home - YOU BASTARD!
Damn, I'm in the gooddamn dirt like a shovel
outta work with a pay stub and earnin NO love
[Chorus]
[Pop]
Oh yeah I'll open the book!
Yeah let me open it for you
I'll turn to the page for you motherfucker
It's right here! Look right here!
It's like the harmonica sounds of black clouds around
Word around the campfire you said I'm a tramp buyer
Nigga, I don't pay for hoes!
Unlike you who disappears for DAYS for hoes
[Deen]
Well here go Captain Paper-Frozen, Salad-That's-Frosty
The only dude in the group with a personal glossy
Personal transport, champion hand sport
Caught him yankin the cord, this dude is boss
[Pop]
And the Lord won't save us even though we need saving
Can't even wrestle it, now it's all desolate
Like B.B. said, "The thrill is dead"
And the afterlife, it's trife to stay in the red
[Deen]
But I'm stayin ahead, one lesson to thank you
Stow a skunk in the street cred and one in the bank too
Far gone but ain't far enough to see through
Word is you did a solo album with your people
But life ain't that Pop, you ain't no show stopper
Send the boys over to crown you when-
[Pop]
Hey what the fuck you just say? Yo stop the tape!
[music stop] Yo, WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SAY?!
[Deen]
Nigga, I said what you heard!
[Pop]
Oh, uh-huh.. please...
and WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HEAR?
[Deen]
Oh, it's like that Pop?
...It's on now
Clash Symphony lyrics - De La Soul
(Yeah!) One two, one two
(It's Goon Time baby! The streets is ours!)
That's right I made that name First Serve, I'ma serve my shit first
(Cause we heard it first! Big shout out to my man Chokolate!)
King's Hill, Trinity Ave., man y'all stand the fuck up on this one
(It's the break-up! Pop Life, Deen Witter!)
You already know what it is
(And aah...)
Platinum on plaques live infinite flying elite
It's Pop Life! (Pop Life!) Many done heard
The word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter
Gave himself a pink slip, dude couldn't handle
Scared to get his hands dirty (Peace!)
Tony Randall, these episodes of Odd Couples' cancelled
Devoid of simpty (meaning) not in sync
Could give a fuck of what you think yo, but watch what you say
I wasn't raised for you to tiptoe through them two lips (nah)
Don't get knocked on ya ass from from what's passed through lips
I'm equipped with that one two check, shot out the syringe
We merge into the traffic, travel throughout your body
To relay the classic hymns - (Hollowed be thy name)
Your name's hollow and your fame shoulda followed
Face it yo, your glow is diminishing
While your new nemesis is findin that genesis
No need for tissue cause there's no need for crying
Life's the main issue even when lives are dying
The world'll keeps spinnin without givin an eye blink (So?)
So I'ma keep spendin while I'm rockin on my minks (Yeah!)
And don't even think this in your little subordinates to my coordinates
I send 'em right to Jesus' crib
Think I'm talkin crazy? Yes I'm very!
Fuck you and your mom, she look like Tyler Perry with a wig, nigga!
(Uh-oh, it ain't over now!)
It's Part 2 in this bitch! (Goon Time!)
You fuckin with the wrong group of people
Lenore Agnes Witter (I'ma let momma tell it)
You fuckin heard my name! We do this shit nigga!
Ya heard me? ya heard me?
Get they ass, baby (get 'em!)
Wack niggaz fantasize of borrowin flows
Tell the big mouth that the bank is closed
The shit I stand for is off-limit to challengers (Yeah baby)
You twirl the baton while I'm swingin this Excalibur (Bitch nigga!)
And ma co-signed it, peep you're side-windin
Brokeback Mountain-ass climbin
Shoulda known blood didn't mix with vinegar
You sinister, ya hot cha-cha hand is soiled
Caught up in the cake mix, you're expired and wasted
The only runnin the streets you doin is with laced-up Asics
You're basic; see this boy's a boiled egg
Soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow
My man Acapello said he heard you up the block runnin your mandies
He had a full clip in the candy
He was ready to take the w/rapper off, applaud your physical and BURP you
Nigga you a purple hanky (You a purple hanky, bitch!)
A young prince fuckin with Doughboy
The only Boyz n the Hood you got, is a car mechanic
You are a panic! A gamut of audible ass whippins is lined up
Tear that behind up - hey easy!
It's men here, take your pumps off
You ain't a hoe, you just a jump-off
Call a nigga Froggy (Uh-uh, call that nigga Maurice!)
See me in the streets, I'm like the "Da-Dant Daaan!"
(That's right, Deen Witter, bitch!)
(Uh-uh, looks like it's gon' get ugly up in this one!)
Shit, damn right it got ugly
I mean, brother against brother
(That's my word! If I see that nigga in the streets, I'ma bust his ass..)
Fam takin sides and shit
(Aiyyo, ya man Pop, he always pussy)
I mean the fucked-up thing about it, the nigga Goon Time
He profittin on the whole thing! (Yeah!)
What we gon do now?
It's all fucked-up now, it's all fucked up now
Yeah it was fucked-up for a minute
Yo, I wind up layin low for 'bout four months
But after they came and kicked down Goon Time's door
(Oh!) I had to bounce!
(It's Goon Time baby! The streets is ours!)
That's right I made that name First Serve, I'ma serve my shit first
(Cause we heard it first! Big shout out to my man Chokolate!)
King's Hill, Trinity Ave., man y'all stand the fuck up on this one
(It's the break-up! Pop Life, Deen Witter!)
You already know what it is
(And aah...)
Platinum on plaques live infinite flying elite
It's Pop Life! (Pop Life!) Many done heard
The word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter
Gave himself a pink slip, dude couldn't handle
Scared to get his hands dirty (Peace!)
Tony Randall, these episodes of Odd Couples' cancelled
Devoid of simpty (meaning) not in sync
Could give a fuck of what you think yo, but watch what you say
I wasn't raised for you to tiptoe through them two lips (nah)
Don't get knocked on ya ass from from what's passed through lips
I'm equipped with that one two check, shot out the syringe
We merge into the traffic, travel throughout your body
To relay the classic hymns - (Hollowed be thy name)
Your name's hollow and your fame shoulda followed
Face it yo, your glow is diminishing
While your new nemesis is findin that genesis
No need for tissue cause there's no need for crying
Life's the main issue even when lives are dying
The world'll keeps spinnin without givin an eye blink (So?)
So I'ma keep spendin while I'm rockin on my minks (Yeah!)
And don't even think this in your little subordinates to my coordinates
I send 'em right to Jesus' crib
Think I'm talkin crazy? Yes I'm very!
Fuck you and your mom, she look like Tyler Perry with a wig, nigga!
(Uh-oh, it ain't over now!)
It's Part 2 in this bitch! (Goon Time!)
You fuckin with the wrong group of people
Lenore Agnes Witter (I'ma let momma tell it)
You fuckin heard my name! We do this shit nigga!
Ya heard me? ya heard me?
Get they ass, baby (get 'em!)
Wack niggaz fantasize of borrowin flows
Tell the big mouth that the bank is closed
The shit I stand for is off-limit to challengers (Yeah baby)
You twirl the baton while I'm swingin this Excalibur (Bitch nigga!)
And ma co-signed it, peep you're side-windin
Brokeback Mountain-ass climbin
Shoulda known blood didn't mix with vinegar
You sinister, ya hot cha-cha hand is soiled
Caught up in the cake mix, you're expired and wasted
The only runnin the streets you doin is with laced-up Asics
You're basic; see this boy's a boiled egg
Soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow
My man Acapello said he heard you up the block runnin your mandies
He had a full clip in the candy
He was ready to take the w/rapper off, applaud your physical and BURP you
Nigga you a purple hanky (You a purple hanky, bitch!)
A young prince fuckin with Doughboy
The only Boyz n the Hood you got, is a car mechanic
You are a panic! A gamut of audible ass whippins is lined up
Tear that behind up - hey easy!
It's men here, take your pumps off
You ain't a hoe, you just a jump-off
Call a nigga Froggy (Uh-uh, call that nigga Maurice!)
See me in the streets, I'm like the "Da-Dant Daaan!"
(That's right, Deen Witter, bitch!)
(Uh-uh, looks like it's gon' get ugly up in this one!)
Shit, damn right it got ugly
I mean, brother against brother
(That's my word! If I see that nigga in the streets, I'ma bust his ass..)
Fam takin sides and shit
(Aiyyo, ya man Pop, he always pussy)
I mean the fucked-up thing about it, the nigga Goon Time
He profittin on the whole thing! (Yeah!)
What we gon do now?
It's all fucked-up now, it's all fucked up now
Yeah it was fucked-up for a minute
Yo, I wind up layin low for 'bout four months
But after they came and kicked down Goon Time's door
(Oh!) I had to bounce!
Tennis lyrics - De La Soul
Two months later...
Ugh! I'm glad she started
Yo man, first thing we gotta do is get you a new car, man
Yeah well, that's what happens when you leave your partner behind and everything... the whole shit
No, you left me! I didn't leave you
Nah, you left me, duke
Heh, yo anyway, yo what time the studio tomorrow?
Um... I'm down to start at like.. oh, I can't see
I'm down to start at like.. ten?
You need a new car, nigga
Yeah, ten is good for me, man
That's definitely good for me, um
Right now, I think, just drop me off at Ken-Du's crib, B
Drop you off? Like you dropped me off?
Get the fuck outta here!
Nigga, you left me!
Deen Lamont Whitter, cut this shit...
City lights
It's cheeba night, in Holly-hood
My ace in the hole, my ace boon
It's been so long, happened so soon
Thought I lost you love, now I'm lost and found
Searching high and low, and underground
Got the bond back, and the bomb back
See when hearts race, we throw the batons back
We at the finish line, let's celebrate
Troubled minds, we meditate
With a handshake, not a contract
See a brother's love ignites with contact
Once hopeless, now I'm hopeful
Not remotely the path that we hoped for
What we wrote for is all we built, Pop
I'ma take it to the grave and the hilltop
Now that's love!
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
Aight man, so I'll check you later, bro
Aight, B, get at me!
Back on home plate, after runnin them bases
So many places, but nothin could replace thy love
And I meant this, left as an apprentice
Now that we back
Me and Deen's tryin to be in all in them pockets like Dennis
Sorta like tennis, servin the business
Birds of a feather and together we in this
Raised part-time in these streets
While our parents phased hard times out our lives
And no guaran-tee that we wouldn't
find us in trouble, like kids troublemaking we did
My nigga Kenneth Dumar was rewarded a bid
And came out as Ken-Du and we continue
To memorize memories like we were elephants
Local shorties know we're related to relevant
Leather-tough dynamic duo duff niggaz out with the (boom! pow!)
Fuck around and show you how, First Serve!
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
...
Ugh! I'm glad she started
Yo man, first thing we gotta do is get you a new car, man
Yeah well, that's what happens when you leave your partner behind and everything... the whole shit
No, you left me! I didn't leave you
Nah, you left me, duke
Heh, yo anyway, yo what time the studio tomorrow?
Um... I'm down to start at like.. oh, I can't see
I'm down to start at like.. ten?
You need a new car, nigga
Yeah, ten is good for me, man
That's definitely good for me, um
Right now, I think, just drop me off at Ken-Du's crib, B
Drop you off? Like you dropped me off?
Get the fuck outta here!
Nigga, you left me!
Deen Lamont Whitter, cut this shit...
City lights
It's cheeba night, in Holly-hood
My ace in the hole, my ace boon
It's been so long, happened so soon
Thought I lost you love, now I'm lost and found
Searching high and low, and underground
Got the bond back, and the bomb back
See when hearts race, we throw the batons back
We at the finish line, let's celebrate
Troubled minds, we meditate
With a handshake, not a contract
See a brother's love ignites with contact
Once hopeless, now I'm hopeful
Not remotely the path that we hoped for
What we wrote for is all we built, Pop
I'ma take it to the grave and the hilltop
Now that's love!
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
Aight man, so I'll check you later, bro
Aight, B, get at me!
Back on home plate, after runnin them bases
So many places, but nothin could replace thy love
And I meant this, left as an apprentice
Now that we back
Me and Deen's tryin to be in all in them pockets like Dennis
Sorta like tennis, servin the business
Birds of a feather and together we in this
Raised part-time in these streets
While our parents phased hard times out our lives
And no guaran-tee that we wouldn't
find us in trouble, like kids troublemaking we did
My nigga Kenneth Dumar was rewarded a bid
And came out as Ken-Du and we continue
To memorize memories like we were elephants
Local shorties know we're related to relevant
Leather-tough dynamic duo duff niggaz out with the (boom! pow!)
Fuck around and show you how, First Serve!
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
First Serve, it's like tennis
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
It's like tennis, it's the perfect match
It's the love, love, it's the love, love
...
The Top Chefs lyrics - De La Soul
What... like eight for the chorus?
(Oh yeah, we could do eight for the chorus)
Another 16? Aight, I'm wit it
(Aight) Aight, let's do it
Sorta like P. Smith and E. Sermon
Determined to get back to business
Evaporated them egos, now here we go
Jacob and Deen is the team amigo!
Never placebos, we're the real drug in your blood work
Back in the booth, vocals over dub work
Domestic, international hectic
Hardcore eclectic - we all that
Formats, dipped in adderall - so focused!
Not trying to be the had-it-all old who sold broke
It's all we talk about, we about stayin
The saying is First Serve's back - get to prayin!
Yo, left stranded scars and no Band-Aid
Man-made like Jaws of fantastic
Elastic bucks Stretch to Armstrong
We back like fuck threats and car bombs
Two jet liners, into buildings
Misguided but fought the feeling
Eye of the tiger plus stripes and spangle
Lettin loose raps like mic chords and tangle
We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best
Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest
Them other chefs be no contest
Come on get out the kitchen!
Here in the flesh...
We be the top chefs! - Servin it
The top chefs - servin it...
At the scream of the pistol, it becomes crystal clear
(Deen and Pop) in the front, never the rear
Cardio kings accustomed to the sweat
And hard work that get good ain't good as it gets
(Like an old school vet) I know beats and breaks
Like a new school threat, I know the heat that makes them HITS
(Body blows) Get 'em blown to bits and pieces
(And missing!) Like Lee patch jeans with creases
Mission objective: make beats that's effective
I find some like a detective
Time to get the most selected (been), rhyme perfected (been)
Going to the booth and have them rhymes ejected
(Another word for spin)
So self superb word poetic individual transmit
Pen-chiseled architect, cravin the hand smith
Bandana wrapped before 2Pac
Witnessed the two poppin D-Dove givin the fever
Slim pickings like you a believer
Trashed out and you the retriever, and he and I neither
To damnation with it if we leave it to Beaver
Trustin old money is like Afrika Bam Bam
The history is long here mister (well, Van Dam!)
Clockwork and how you not work a pot worth
Diapers on another hot birth, it's First Serve
We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best
Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest
Them other chefs be no contest
Come on get out the kitchen!
Here in the flesh...
We be the top chefs! - Servin it
The top chefs - servin it...
(Oh yeah, we could do eight for the chorus)
Another 16? Aight, I'm wit it
(Aight) Aight, let's do it
Sorta like P. Smith and E. Sermon
Determined to get back to business
Evaporated them egos, now here we go
Jacob and Deen is the team amigo!
Never placebos, we're the real drug in your blood work
Back in the booth, vocals over dub work
Domestic, international hectic
Hardcore eclectic - we all that
Formats, dipped in adderall - so focused!
Not trying to be the had-it-all old who sold broke
It's all we talk about, we about stayin
The saying is First Serve's back - get to prayin!
Yo, left stranded scars and no Band-Aid
Man-made like Jaws of fantastic
Elastic bucks Stretch to Armstrong
We back like fuck threats and car bombs
Two jet liners, into buildings
Misguided but fought the feeling
Eye of the tiger plus stripes and spangle
Lettin loose raps like mic chords and tangle
We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best
Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest
Them other chefs be no contest
Come on get out the kitchen!
Here in the flesh...
We be the top chefs! - Servin it
The top chefs - servin it...
At the scream of the pistol, it becomes crystal clear
(Deen and Pop) in the front, never the rear
Cardio kings accustomed to the sweat
And hard work that get good ain't good as it gets
(Like an old school vet) I know beats and breaks
Like a new school threat, I know the heat that makes them HITS
(Body blows) Get 'em blown to bits and pieces
(And missing!) Like Lee patch jeans with creases
Mission objective: make beats that's effective
I find some like a detective
Time to get the most selected (been), rhyme perfected (been)
Going to the booth and have them rhymes ejected
(Another word for spin)
So self superb word poetic individual transmit
Pen-chiseled architect, cravin the hand smith
Bandana wrapped before 2Pac
Witnessed the two poppin D-Dove givin the fever
Slim pickings like you a believer
Trashed out and you the retriever, and he and I neither
To damnation with it if we leave it to Beaver
Trustin old money is like Afrika Bam Bam
The history is long here mister (well, Van Dam!)
Clockwork and how you not work a pot worth
Diapers on another hot birth, it's First Serve
We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best
Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest
Them other chefs be no contest
Come on get out the kitchen!
Here in the flesh...
We be the top chefs! - Servin it
The top chefs - servin it...
Move 'Em In, Move 'Em Out lyrics - De La Soul
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Yo, I got water to tread
To build it like a sea with legs
Clock radio sings, I'm out the bed
Pop living is deliberate
Not so much that I'm hot, but I'm never shivering
And chivalry ain't dead
I ain't feeding them ho's believing that we're to be fed
Got game to shake (in my own image)
When I take the rest of the game I still scrimmage
Live on stage or alive in the booth
I get live on the living and exploit the youth
Invasion of the American rap band
I walk around rap land under the influence of the truant
Meaning I'm absent from the old and new school rules
Played by me, there's no rules!
True wit and grit and everything I do
As I name tag pop under everything I drew
So vivid within them studios, I'm Michael Bivins
And make another bad creation
After that, I'm facing the mics in the radio stations
Saying it's about to sprout (first serve, move out!)
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Up stream like trout in lakes
Enjoying each night for a dollar a day
I'm fiending for the funk, see me sniffling the breaks
I got lost in the style, I gotta find my way
I gotta itch for this rap shit, ya feel me? (yeah!)
So get the DJ scratch out the intervention (do it!)
I'm in dimension, 2 by 16s'
You all broke LP niggaz threw in the bay
A bit of head-bobbin', weave and all
Pit stop sipping son I'm with the fam!
Deen whitter got narcotic baby
More bounce to the ounce to the kilo gram
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Yo, how first serve gonna chill working?
Shit! Biggie and Pac is still working!
Acting like surgeons, split the crowd up
Got them fellas getting all riled-up
Girls all styled-up, now all sweaty
Hot after two shakes of the Tabasco
Wanna hear self (but the monitor's quiet!)
Turn it up sound man, that ain't much to ask, yo!
Yo, where was i? oh yeah, the ladies!
Throw your hands up so I can read your lifeline
(Peter picked peppers) but I'm picking this stepper right here
She wanna be the jump off in her lifetime
Chancy, ain't it? fancy, ain't it?
Curtains drew rather Nancy, ain't it?
I got a gift like ribbons and boxes
Giving them bosses, remember gibbons and boxer?
Iron mic, see we're strictly cordless
Your plastique could not afford this
Just applaud this, mimic a walrus
One tree falls, shit I'm right in the forest
I got a itch for this rap shit, you feel me? (yeah!)
So get ya drum program out the intervention
I'm in dimension, could be 2 by 12
You the 12" niggaz threw in the bay
Move! Move! Move! Move!...
Keep moving 'em in, just move 'em out
Gotta move 'em in, gotta move 'em out
We got a couple of cars, a couple of cribs
Got a couple of them girls, did a couple of vids
Hit a couple of lows with a couple of mids
And we still right here grinding on the grid
And ain't nothing to lose and nothing to fear
Nothing standing in front of us, not a thing in the rear
And nothing gonna stop us, got nothing but time
First serve on stage, never hard to find
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Yo, I got water to tread
To build it like a sea with legs
Clock radio sings, I'm out the bed
Pop living is deliberate
Not so much that I'm hot, but I'm never shivering
And chivalry ain't dead
I ain't feeding them ho's believing that we're to be fed
Got game to shake (in my own image)
When I take the rest of the game I still scrimmage
Live on stage or alive in the booth
I get live on the living and exploit the youth
Invasion of the American rap band
I walk around rap land under the influence of the truant
Meaning I'm absent from the old and new school rules
Played by me, there's no rules!
True wit and grit and everything I do
As I name tag pop under everything I drew
So vivid within them studios, I'm Michael Bivins
And make another bad creation
After that, I'm facing the mics in the radio stations
Saying it's about to sprout (first serve, move out!)
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Up stream like trout in lakes
Enjoying each night for a dollar a day
I'm fiending for the funk, see me sniffling the breaks
I got lost in the style, I gotta find my way
I gotta itch for this rap shit, ya feel me? (yeah!)
So get the DJ scratch out the intervention (do it!)
I'm in dimension, 2 by 16s'
You all broke LP niggaz threw in the bay
A bit of head-bobbin', weave and all
Pit stop sipping son I'm with the fam!
Deen whitter got narcotic baby
More bounce to the ounce to the kilo gram
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Yo, how first serve gonna chill working?
Shit! Biggie and Pac is still working!
Acting like surgeons, split the crowd up
Got them fellas getting all riled-up
Girls all styled-up, now all sweaty
Hot after two shakes of the Tabasco
Wanna hear self (but the monitor's quiet!)
Turn it up sound man, that ain't much to ask, yo!
Yo, where was i? oh yeah, the ladies!
Throw your hands up so I can read your lifeline
(Peter picked peppers) but I'm picking this stepper right here
She wanna be the jump off in her lifetime
Chancy, ain't it? fancy, ain't it?
Curtains drew rather Nancy, ain't it?
I got a gift like ribbons and boxes
Giving them bosses, remember gibbons and boxer?
Iron mic, see we're strictly cordless
Your plastique could not afford this
Just applaud this, mimic a walrus
One tree falls, shit I'm right in the forest
I got a itch for this rap shit, you feel me? (yeah!)
So get ya drum program out the intervention
I'm in dimension, could be 2 by 12
You the 12" niggaz threw in the bay
Move! Move! Move! Move!...
Keep moving 'em in, just move 'em out
Gotta move 'em in, gotta move 'em out
We got a couple of cars, a couple of cribs
Got a couple of them girls, did a couple of vids
Hit a couple of lows with a couple of mids
And we still right here grinding on the grid
And ain't nothing to lose and nothing to fear
Nothing standing in front of us, not a thing in the rear
And nothing gonna stop us, got nothing but time
First serve on stage, never hard to find
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out, let's go live...
Ending Credits lyrics - De La Soul
Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you enjoyed the show!
Yeah, First Serve is played by Dave and Pos from De La Soul!
De La Soul, y'all... Ha, that's what I'm talkin about
My man D aka Deen Witter is played by my man Dave
Ha, my man Jacob aka Pop Life, is played by Pos
-dnuos, in fact!
That nigga, or our manager Ken-Du
Played by my nigga, or that dude named Smilez
And Ma Witter - "fuck you, Maurice!" - is played by Dave
Haha yeah, and my man Papalu in St. Tropez
Is played by our family (ooh) Lucien
And sneaky-ass Keisha (I got your phone, bitch!)
That's played by Valerie Delgado - thank you!
The incredible sounds that you been hearing
Has been done by Chokolate and DJ Khalid (yeah!)
All of this been recorded at Studio Soyuz by my man Lucas Blasty
Yeah (haha!)
And of course it's been assisted by Flo and our people Mickael aka Storch!
Yeah, the Shadow Man by Mickael, in the house, in the shadows - yeah, ha
Ha! And this venture's been pro-duced by Chokolate for JESGREW Records
Word up, we hope y'all enjoyed the show!
Once again, it's De La Soul in your ears - Plug 1 & 2
(Uh-oh! Hold up now! Do remember!)
Oh yeah, man! Can't forget! (Do now!)
Goon Time, played by my man Dave! (Yeah!)
Plug 2 y'all, all day y'all
Yeah, Plug 1 y'all, all night y'all
So right y'all
Yeah, De La Soul's in your ear, man
Ha ha!
Listen to the record again, man
Word up
Peace
Peace
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out - let's go live
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out - let's go live!
(Uh-oh!)
Yeah, First Serve is played by Dave and Pos from De La Soul!
De La Soul, y'all... Ha, that's what I'm talkin about
My man D aka Deen Witter is played by my man Dave
Ha, my man Jacob aka Pop Life, is played by Pos
-dnuos, in fact!
That nigga, or our manager Ken-Du
Played by my nigga, or that dude named Smilez
And Ma Witter - "fuck you, Maurice!" - is played by Dave
Haha yeah, and my man Papalu in St. Tropez
Is played by our family (ooh) Lucien
And sneaky-ass Keisha (I got your phone, bitch!)
That's played by Valerie Delgado - thank you!
The incredible sounds that you been hearing
Has been done by Chokolate and DJ Khalid (yeah!)
All of this been recorded at Studio Soyuz by my man Lucas Blasty
Yeah (haha!)
And of course it's been assisted by Flo and our people Mickael aka Storch!
Yeah, the Shadow Man by Mickael, in the house, in the shadows - yeah, ha
Ha! And this venture's been pro-duced by Chokolate for JESGREW Records
Word up, we hope y'all enjoyed the show!
Once again, it's De La Soul in your ears - Plug 1 & 2
(Uh-oh! Hold up now! Do remember!)
Oh yeah, man! Can't forget! (Do now!)
Goon Time, played by my man Dave! (Yeah!)
Plug 2 y'all, all day y'all
Yeah, Plug 1 y'all, all night y'all
So right y'all
Yeah, De La Soul's in your ear, man
Ha ha!
Listen to the record again, man
Word up
Peace
Peace
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out - let's go live
Who said the party's only up in the club?
Wherever we go, they just showing us love
Move 'em in, move 'em out, move 'em in, move 'em out
Move 'em in, move 'em out - let's go live!
(Uh-oh!)
Big Mouf lyrics - De La Soul
[Posdnuos:]
Some say the game's real
'cause The Man didn't give us manuals to the game to make it big
A corner boy tryna claim a smidge
To keep all the right foods in the fridge
Keep all the right dudes on the bridge
When I get in, the captian seek
Sorta liek James Kirk, but my name's Work-MATIC
Here to adjust, the pros oppose to gettin froze than economy plus
Link up with Erick and P.
And do a whole collabo together, called +The Joint+, business class
To run up in first so the biz can last
Instead, the biz went to hell and got infiltrated
By them mainstream infidels, so here to settle the score
Blow up the track to bits and leave nothing!
No clause or claim, provoking a fear or fame
Just know the name! It ain't De La, that's the group I'm in
It ain't old school, that's the truth I blend
And this will not be the realest shit I ever wrote
But more real than theirs, so what that say about the words THEY spoke?
I tell ya light and raw, you never find a black man with blue balls...
Like you hard, sell a load every area code
Domestic or inter-national, see that sounds a little un-rational
Watch your step, you might TRIP!
[Dave:]
Look out below, a nigga done fell in
These rhymes are for sell, but it ain't gun sellin
Tellin tales as such, that's just for liars
Equipped with the hands to silence ya whole choir
Deny her! She the one who started this nonsense
Excuse me, I got issues of my consciences
Flip like Geminis, in fact, I am just a Virgo
Tee shot the bird to skeet skeets a burner to ya big mouf
You can find us in the big house, invitin you to the doorstep
Where the raw's kept, the fourth step, broke
I'm a take him if I got money on his mouth so I'm a move the cliff
The right route, we break bread and make bread
Charge a fam a fee for it's mistake bread
Good times, sometimes seem corrupt
I put my shell on the book so we movin on up
Confuse it all up, peep the rule of thumb
I got consent from a king so a bitch can't run
And beggars can't beg when the deaf don't hear
If I'm blind to the facts, I see your bullshit clear
And you been all year in my ear with your feathers
Peacockin the boy, we droppin the boy
Inserts volumes, twenty are dances
It'll be sweet if you heard the advance...
Now bring the chorus in
[Chorus x2: Dave (Pos)]
SHOUT! Talk about it! Say somethin!
(That's that SHIT right there!)
You heard that? LOUDER! It's the BIG MOUF!
[Posdnuos:]
The mirror shows me frowns when the money's tight
Sometime you gotta go LEFT to get the money right
And I'm NOT gonna be left behind
Fuck all your phonecalls, Merce has left the line
Whatever you need say, say it to Trent or Ray or Chris Ak, or Smilez
No longer wanna hear it, unless it's the files of the MP3
Gottin me to spit the P, with about five-letter Fs' attached
While you in your ride screamin'...
(YO, what the hell did he say?!) (Man, bring that back!)
A poor man's hope, a poor manhood
Back in your egghead like yo...
You niggas will NOT elude me!
Helpin you remember wire the first, you should include me
The Leo slash dragon, who pulled out the knife
And SLASHED all four tires on the bandwagon!
[Chorus x4]
Some say the game's real
'cause The Man didn't give us manuals to the game to make it big
A corner boy tryna claim a smidge
To keep all the right foods in the fridge
Keep all the right dudes on the bridge
When I get in, the captian seek
Sorta liek James Kirk, but my name's Work-MATIC
Here to adjust, the pros oppose to gettin froze than economy plus
Link up with Erick and P.
And do a whole collabo together, called +The Joint+, business class
To run up in first so the biz can last
Instead, the biz went to hell and got infiltrated
By them mainstream infidels, so here to settle the score
Blow up the track to bits and leave nothing!
No clause or claim, provoking a fear or fame
Just know the name! It ain't De La, that's the group I'm in
It ain't old school, that's the truth I blend
And this will not be the realest shit I ever wrote
But more real than theirs, so what that say about the words THEY spoke?
I tell ya light and raw, you never find a black man with blue balls...
Like you hard, sell a load every area code
Domestic or inter-national, see that sounds a little un-rational
Watch your step, you might TRIP!
[Dave:]
Look out below, a nigga done fell in
These rhymes are for sell, but it ain't gun sellin
Tellin tales as such, that's just for liars
Equipped with the hands to silence ya whole choir
Deny her! She the one who started this nonsense
Excuse me, I got issues of my consciences
Flip like Geminis, in fact, I am just a Virgo
Tee shot the bird to skeet skeets a burner to ya big mouf
You can find us in the big house, invitin you to the doorstep
Where the raw's kept, the fourth step, broke
I'm a take him if I got money on his mouth so I'm a move the cliff
The right route, we break bread and make bread
Charge a fam a fee for it's mistake bread
Good times, sometimes seem corrupt
I put my shell on the book so we movin on up
Confuse it all up, peep the rule of thumb
I got consent from a king so a bitch can't run
And beggars can't beg when the deaf don't hear
If I'm blind to the facts, I see your bullshit clear
And you been all year in my ear with your feathers
Peacockin the boy, we droppin the boy
Inserts volumes, twenty are dances
It'll be sweet if you heard the advance...
Now bring the chorus in
[Chorus x2: Dave (Pos)]
SHOUT! Talk about it! Say somethin!
(That's that SHIT right there!)
You heard that? LOUDER! It's the BIG MOUF!
[Posdnuos:]
The mirror shows me frowns when the money's tight
Sometime you gotta go LEFT to get the money right
And I'm NOT gonna be left behind
Fuck all your phonecalls, Merce has left the line
Whatever you need say, say it to Trent or Ray or Chris Ak, or Smilez
No longer wanna hear it, unless it's the files of the MP3
Gottin me to spit the P, with about five-letter Fs' attached
While you in your ride screamin'...
(YO, what the hell did he say?!) (Man, bring that back!)
A poor man's hope, a poor manhood
Back in your egghead like yo...
You niggas will NOT elude me!
Helpin you remember wire the first, you should include me
The Leo slash dragon, who pulled out the knife
And SLASHED all four tires on the bandwagon!
[Chorus x4]
Poetic Greed lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Gina Loring)
[Gina Loring:]
Greed got you thinkin you're speedin up, when you really slowing down
Got your eyes bigger than anything your arms could ever fit around
And still, you want more... always more...
Satisfaction guaranteed but never comes
Bend you backwards into believing it's your birthright to own the world
Excessive, too many cars in the garage
Bling on every finger, possessions pulling at you
Poisoned by that money mentality
Your vision ain't clear for them designer shades
Can't even see the sky, only empty space to buy
The pursuit of paper got you running so fast after that green
Drowning in things, tangled in your own tenacity
Desire for that dollar...
Greed got you thinkin you're speedin up, when you really slowing down
Got your eyes bigger than anything your arms could ever fit around
And still, you want more... always more...
Satisfaction guaranteed but never comes
Bend you backwards into believing it's your birthright to own the world
Excessive, too many cars in the garage
Bling on every finger, possessions pulling at you
Poisoned by that money mentality
Your vision ain't clear for them designer shades
Can't even see the sky, only empty space to buy
The pursuit of paper got you running so fast after that green
Drowning in things, tangled in your own tenacity
Desire for that dollar...
We O.D. lyrics - De La Soul
[De La Soul:]
We O.D. on F-O-O-D
We feed on ("war")
Keep feedin on ("p-power"), keep feedin on ("conflict")
Keep feedin on ("death"), we feed on ("status")
We O.D. on F-O-O-D
We feed on ("RUN")
Keep feedin on ("cars"), we feed on ("party")
Keep feedin on ("club"), keep feedin on ("stars")
We O.D. on F-O-O-D
We feed on ("rhythm")
We feed on ("sound"), keep feedin on ("records")
Keep feedin on ("truth"), we feed on ("nothing")
We O.D. on F-O-O-D
We feed on ("beats")
Keep feedin on ("scratchin"), keep feedin on ("bip")
We feed on ("r-rock"), we feed on ("madness")
(Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-d-don't-d-don't
Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-don't stop)
(Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-d-don't-d-don't
Don't-d-d-d-d-d-d-don't stop)
(Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-d-don't-d-don't
Don't-d-d-d-dd-d-d-don't-don't stop)
(Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-d-don't-d-don't
Don't-d-d-don't-d-don't-don't stop)
[man in a vocoder:]
De La, baby baby
Ain't no and, ifs, or maybes...
It's the uncut that'll pick you up
De La, baby...
It's the uncut that'll pick you up
[DJ cuts "De La..."]
De La, baby baby
Ain't no and, ifs, or maybes...
It's the uncut that'll pick you up
De La, baby baby
Ain't no and, ifs, or maybes...
It's the uncut that'll pick you up
We O.D. on F-O-O-D
We feed on ("war")
Keep feedin on ("p-power"), keep feedin on ("conflict")
Keep feedin on ("death"), we feed on ("status")
We O.D. on F-O-O-D
We feed on ("RUN")
Keep feedin on ("cars"), we feed on ("party")
Keep feedin on ("club"), keep feedin on ("stars")
We O.D. on F-O-O-D
We feed on ("rhythm")
We feed on ("sound"), keep feedin on ("records")
Keep feedin on ("truth"), we feed on ("nothing")
We O.D. on F-O-O-D
We feed on ("beats")
Keep feedin on ("scratchin"), keep feedin on ("bip")
We feed on ("r-rock"), we feed on ("madness")
(Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-d-don't-d-don't
Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-don't stop)
(Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-d-don't-d-don't
Don't-d-d-d-d-d-d-don't stop)
(Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-d-don't-d-don't
Don't-d-d-d-dd-d-d-don't-don't stop)
(Don't-d-don't-d-don't-don't-d-don't-d-don't
Don't-d-d-don't-d-don't-don't stop)
[man in a vocoder:]
De La, baby baby
Ain't no and, ifs, or maybes...
It's the uncut that'll pick you up
De La, baby...
It's the uncut that'll pick you up
[DJ cuts "De La..."]
De La, baby baby
Ain't no and, ifs, or maybes...
It's the uncut that'll pick you up
De La, baby baby
Ain't no and, ifs, or maybes...
It's the uncut that'll pick you up
Forever lyrics - De La Soul
[Posdnuos:]
Yo, and we won't stop rockin 'til we retire
Since the economy is such in them dire straits
That isn't an option, our theme is to be currency kings
Throughbred, NYC borough bred
We barrel through dirt and cracked open cement
These lines with pen, while I was semi-bent
The innocent Smilez [?] broke when he shook it
Remind me when my grandma used to say my way need a brace
'cause my ways used just seems so crooked
The little black terror had a ball-bearer watcher
Bear Mountain skater, peace out
Premier take us out with the ("Forever")
... Peep out the transition
The ammunition that we shootin is ambition
And implanted inside every history book
We the crew who travel to every cranny and nook
Of the free world, freeing girls from they mate
Fill us all with hate, I know if I answered and slide
She move ahead back and forth instead of, {Dave enters in} side to side
[both] This be that one to ride to
[Dave:]
The one that jump inside of and make love to your mind
I'm like that {nigga} baby
A Vancouver lady, Amsterdam boy
Sent to the earth to ambush at five point 1ne
Radio decks I revamp cassettes
It's that digital age, ma, protect your credit card
Plastic dope on lasso rope on
Cowboy-style like giddy-up, she get [?]
Perky like morning coffee
Skin dark like coffee, {bitch} get off me
Fixed her mouth to mouth off and she lost me in that
Eve of the night, a plate of Monte Cristo, skip the disco
We leave in the night, rules don't apply the theives in the nights
Steal hearts like crooked card decks, with more facts
Show her more money on the budget, you gotta love it
Screams take flights like spaceships at nights
Now count it off - "T minus..."
Reunited after degrees on September
The leaves begin rushing, the earth'll felt for it
Scores of faces, so we rock the bells for it
Now the horses shouldn'ta done me like that, I make sure we got
Glue for the summer, make due for the summer
Nine hundred horns, we done blew a new number
Drink with the king, I'm holdin on to 40s forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forev...
Fore... Fo...
Yo, and we won't stop rockin 'til we retire
Since the economy is such in them dire straits
That isn't an option, our theme is to be currency kings
Throughbred, NYC borough bred
We barrel through dirt and cracked open cement
These lines with pen, while I was semi-bent
The innocent Smilez [?] broke when he shook it
Remind me when my grandma used to say my way need a brace
'cause my ways used just seems so crooked
The little black terror had a ball-bearer watcher
Bear Mountain skater, peace out
Premier take us out with the ("Forever")
... Peep out the transition
The ammunition that we shootin is ambition
And implanted inside every history book
We the crew who travel to every cranny and nook
Of the free world, freeing girls from they mate
Fill us all with hate, I know if I answered and slide
She move ahead back and forth instead of, {Dave enters in} side to side
[both] This be that one to ride to
[Dave:]
The one that jump inside of and make love to your mind
I'm like that {nigga} baby
A Vancouver lady, Amsterdam boy
Sent to the earth to ambush at five point 1ne
Radio decks I revamp cassettes
It's that digital age, ma, protect your credit card
Plastic dope on lasso rope on
Cowboy-style like giddy-up, she get [?]
Perky like morning coffee
Skin dark like coffee, {bitch} get off me
Fixed her mouth to mouth off and she lost me in that
Eve of the night, a plate of Monte Cristo, skip the disco
We leave in the night, rules don't apply the theives in the nights
Steal hearts like crooked card decks, with more facts
Show her more money on the budget, you gotta love it
Screams take flights like spaceships at nights
Now count it off - "T minus..."
Reunited after degrees on September
The leaves begin rushing, the earth'll felt for it
Scores of faces, so we rock the bells for it
Now the horses shouldn'ta done me like that, I make sure we got
Glue for the summer, make due for the summer
Nine hundred horns, we done blew a new number
Drink with the king, I'm holdin on to 40s forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forever...
Forever... Forev...
Fore... Fo...
Live @ The Dugout '87 lyrics - De La Soul
"Good morning gentlemen. In the absence of your responsibilities
to Sanctuary Records and Tommy Boy Music, you've been left with
free reign to conduct business as you see fit. Your mission,
if you so choose, is to continue to do what you do best - hip-hop.
This tape will self-destruct in five seconds."
[Pos:]
Making cash steady's on everybody's mind
DJ's spinnin our songs now decline
Rap is fast, but rap ain't cool
Hot enough to burn, yet I roll with a firm
that'll put that fire out, lower your temps
Smack you with a banana, lil' chimp!
I'm known to run laps around your BMI and ASCAP
Put me on a tour bus, cover whole map
Leave my organs in tact when I die
But please donate every rhyme that I've fried
and baked, to them no skill rappers on the make
Who say the same shit, come in the same fit
And I'm wonderful while I'm most wild
Most call me Wonder Why for years
Got hip-hop like quarts of blood
that's the lifeflow to the very verse
Everybody say HOOOOO, for your ears
[Dave:]
Ah yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)
Rock a foreign spot cause the God's so STRESSED
Brand new shoes (shoes) a brand new name (name)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ka-BAM!
B-boy stance I got the buckle on my belt
East coast reppin with the buckle on they belt
Forty-deuce flicks we had them fuckers on our belt
I'ma stay b-boy 'til this whole shit buckle
Rock'n'roll, round here we (Rocksteady)
EMC's need to (BE) MC's
Lyrically inclined does not mean jack
if you cannot comprehend that ol' boom bap
That backyard scrap, like BVD's
Taylord's double[?], and pinstripe Lees
That ba-ditty-ba-boom shit on hold
Now it's SoundScan spins, and who went GOLLLLLLD!
Fuck all they want platinum
But how's that good when you lyrically wood?
[Outro:]
Yeah, mic check one two
Yo it's feedback y'all, feedback, one two
YEAH, party ain't over y'all
We just tryin to fix the technical difficulties
Crazy feedback
Way out in Long Island, yeah
Aiyyo yo, turn down the music
Yo ummm, James Morris
James Morris, your mother is outside
You, you have to go home (your mommy's outside)
I mean damn B, guess you gotta home, bye bye!
Herbie Hancock, heh heh
Yo yo, don't turn on the light man!
Don't turn the light, turn off the light man
We 'bout to get it back on, yo DJ
DJ turn that back on man
Line up with the mic, let's do it
to Sanctuary Records and Tommy Boy Music, you've been left with
free reign to conduct business as you see fit. Your mission,
if you so choose, is to continue to do what you do best - hip-hop.
This tape will self-destruct in five seconds."
[Pos:]
Making cash steady's on everybody's mind
DJ's spinnin our songs now decline
Rap is fast, but rap ain't cool
Hot enough to burn, yet I roll with a firm
that'll put that fire out, lower your temps
Smack you with a banana, lil' chimp!
I'm known to run laps around your BMI and ASCAP
Put me on a tour bus, cover whole map
Leave my organs in tact when I die
But please donate every rhyme that I've fried
and baked, to them no skill rappers on the make
Who say the same shit, come in the same fit
And I'm wonderful while I'm most wild
Most call me Wonder Why for years
Got hip-hop like quarts of blood
that's the lifeflow to the very verse
Everybody say HOOOOO, for your ears
[Dave:]
Ah yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)
Rock a foreign spot cause the God's so STRESSED
Brand new shoes (shoes) a brand new name (name)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ka-BAM!
B-boy stance I got the buckle on my belt
East coast reppin with the buckle on they belt
Forty-deuce flicks we had them fuckers on our belt
I'ma stay b-boy 'til this whole shit buckle
Rock'n'roll, round here we (Rocksteady)
EMC's need to (BE) MC's
Lyrically inclined does not mean jack
if you cannot comprehend that ol' boom bap
That backyard scrap, like BVD's
Taylord's double[?], and pinstripe Lees
That ba-ditty-ba-boom shit on hold
Now it's SoundScan spins, and who went GOLLLLLLD!
Fuck all they want platinum
But how's that good when you lyrically wood?
[Outro:]
Yeah, mic check one two
Yo it's feedback y'all, feedback, one two
YEAH, party ain't over y'all
We just tryin to fix the technical difficulties
Crazy feedback
Way out in Long Island, yeah
Aiyyo yo, turn down the music
Yo ummm, James Morris
James Morris, your mother is outside
You, you have to go home (your mommy's outside)
I mean damn B, guess you gotta home, bye bye!
Herbie Hancock, heh heh
Yo yo, don't turn on the light man!
Don't turn the light, turn off the light man
We 'bout to get it back on, yo DJ
DJ turn that back on man
Line up with the mic, let's do it
Voodoo Circus lyrics - De La Soul
[Dave:]
Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the"
It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road
with the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang
It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack
for the folks under the floor, on tour [beatboxing]
Ever since I was a "Fat" bastard
But now I travel a little light in my skin
It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in
Like [?] body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ("Sting 'em Ray!")
I blind box, niggaz hit 'em when I hear 'em
It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes
So scrumptious with cholesterol
Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak
This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!)
But smooth like Ponce DeLeon
Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on
On on on on on on on...
("Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song")
[Pos:]
We all do what we gotta do
When no love in the heart of a city
No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up
Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave
They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little
in eight days and wake up, exercise demons
Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back!"
Sorta how Prince did to Nikki
No need for that, here to give it to you quickly
Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly
Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole
then let all the whack shit fall out
Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it)
Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up
No I won't pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote
So smell us all on your clothes
Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes
Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all y'all!")
[Dave:]
Yeah, and wipe your face pa
Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya
I knew Cayman since we met on the Island
Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid
An apple a day, we have FUN dip
I knew one dip, after school special delivery
She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew
We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up
[Bitchy Girl:]
(Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?)
(Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE)
(Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno)
(So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?)
(I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP!)
[Pos:]
Can I get a Soul Clap?
It's the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock
Many men do wish they could rock
But all they do is inject the value of shock
But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene
The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers
They don't run in fear, they gravitate
to the way I navigate know-how inside your ear
(Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear
And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ("one for the trouble")
Wonder Why ("for the time")
Workmatic, pullin them dimes
who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
SHA-NA-NAHHHH!
Kick up the dust like "Another One Bites the"
It ain't the Queen version, see you heard 'em back on Bentley Road
with the show council - whattup Divine - the bell rang
It ain't no champagne fall, we dump the taste through the crack
for the folks under the floor, on tour [beatboxing]
Ever since I was a "Fat" bastard
But now I travel a little light in my skin
It ain't all that cute, I still tuck a little in
Like [?] body sting 'em Ray sting 'em, Ray sting 'em ("Sting 'em Ray!")
I blind box, niggaz hit 'em when I hear 'em
It stays six here to bake you rap crumbcakes
So scrumptious with cholesterol
Lube out your squeak, your selection is weak
This combination is like Halle and Beyonce (BAD!)
But smooth like Ponce DeLeon
Explorin this Dave West bounce that we on
On on on on on on on...
("Here's a very curious thing, a verse that'll fit any song")
[Pos:]
We all do what we gotta do
When no love in the heart of a city
No love in the heart of a crew, so most break up
Others stay together, cause there's not enough money to leave
They tryin to get the cake up, frost it out a little
in eight days and wake up, exercise demons
Leave you in a state screamin, "Come back De La, come back!"
Sorta how Prince did to Nikki
No need for that, here to give it to you quickly
Cause some of y'all lookin kinda sickly
Eatin that bullshit rap (word) split ya asshole
then let all the whack shit fall out
Then come grab another pouch and sprinkle us in (sprinkle it)
Until you stay twinklin, roll your ass up
No I won't pass up a toke, for all the shit De La wrote
So smell us all on your clothes
Try to wash us out, we ain't comin out, that's how it goes
Winner of the pro see- FUCK ALL AWARDS ("Fuck all y'all!")
[Dave:]
Yeah, and wipe your face pa
Your bone swat on speak tongues that ain't near ya
I knew Cayman since we met on the Island
Kodak kid (CLICK) kept it all candid
An apple a day, we have FUN dip
I knew one dip, after school special delivery
She kept up on asses like Nancy Drew
We did a dance or two, until my girlfriend showed up
[Bitchy Girl:]
(Nigga I know you ain't disrespectin me who is this bitch?)
(Why is this bitch all in your face? Why is this bitch ALL, IN, YOUR, FACE)
(Yeah whatever nigga just dancin, I am not the numerical uno)
(So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?)
(I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP!)
[Pos:]
Can I get a Soul Clap?
It's the summertime 1969 nigga, born durin the Woodstock
Many men do wish they could rock
But all they do is inject the value of shock
But KABOOM, I blow up the spot, the scene
The little ones, the teens, them elders, the peers
They don't run in fear, they gravitate
to the way I navigate know-how inside your ear
(Never) fabricate vo-cals inside your ear
And let's make it clear, I'm Plug ("one for the trouble")
Wonder Why ("for the time")
Workmatic, pullin them dimes
who like to get on their knees and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS] and [WHISTLE BLOWS]
SHA-NA-NAHHHH!
What The Fuck #1 lyrics - De La Soul
[Posdnuos:]
Aiyyo this is the "What the [BLEEP]" portion of the tape
Where we play you, exclusive songs you never ever heard before
That didn't make the album, that's why y'knahmsayin so
This one is called "De La Soul's Poster"
It was recorded during the "De La Soul is Dead" album
So you ain't gonna hear it nowhere else
Check it out yo here it go
["De La Soul's Poster":]
I was walkin down the street to meet with my sweet
I'm not a wimp, but a shrimp, by the gangsta pimp
Actually I'm a kid with a limp, for my left leg was damaged
by some girls who managed to run me over
Over the fact De La Soul was in a shopping mall
The gall of the floozies
Though kids pose with no chains or uzis
Yo they're straight up weak
Now I made it to the end of the street, what do I spot
... it made me drop my soda bop
to the beat y'all it seems my nightmare won't stop
I spot myyyyyyyyy girl and this cop
Gazin at a De La Soul poster on the side of a building
Was willing to forget it but my girl was singin
like a beaut' how cute Trugoy was
And if she was older how she'd be his boy
Was this somethin I deserved
I'm a dedicated proom, only cheated once in a blue moon
And she's ready to quit me for some face on a wall
The cop gets a call and
he had to jet, bet the more man with a holster
Now I'm quick to face the troublesome poster
Pulled out a marker that I had stashed
Figured I'd give him a blue mustache
But with a dash I received a slash
from a fist, it was my girl fist at that
I knew what I was doin would truly toast her
But didn't think she'd plug me for the De La Soul [needle drags]
[inserted track ends]
"What the, what the [BLEEP] was THAT!"
Yeah exactly y'all
Yeah that was a little out whi-whi-whiggedy-WHOA!
But ummmmm, yeah y'know that was that early 90's flow of mine
If you want to consider it a flow
I mean I think my flow was still baking in the oven
I don't even think the oven was on
Actually I don't think it was plugged up yet but
Ummmm, let's get into something where umm
the flow's a LITTLE bit better
Some current stuff right here for ya
Aight let's do it
Aiyyo this is the "What the [BLEEP]" portion of the tape
Where we play you, exclusive songs you never ever heard before
That didn't make the album, that's why y'knahmsayin so
This one is called "De La Soul's Poster"
It was recorded during the "De La Soul is Dead" album
So you ain't gonna hear it nowhere else
Check it out yo here it go
["De La Soul's Poster":]
I was walkin down the street to meet with my sweet
I'm not a wimp, but a shrimp, by the gangsta pimp
Actually I'm a kid with a limp, for my left leg was damaged
by some girls who managed to run me over
Over the fact De La Soul was in a shopping mall
The gall of the floozies
Though kids pose with no chains or uzis
Yo they're straight up weak
Now I made it to the end of the street, what do I spot
... it made me drop my soda bop
to the beat y'all it seems my nightmare won't stop
I spot myyyyyyyyy girl and this cop
Gazin at a De La Soul poster on the side of a building
Was willing to forget it but my girl was singin
like a beaut' how cute Trugoy was
And if she was older how she'd be his boy
Was this somethin I deserved
I'm a dedicated proom, only cheated once in a blue moon
And she's ready to quit me for some face on a wall
The cop gets a call and
he had to jet, bet the more man with a holster
Now I'm quick to face the troublesome poster
Pulled out a marker that I had stashed
Figured I'd give him a blue mustache
But with a dash I received a slash
from a fist, it was my girl fist at that
I knew what I was doin would truly toast her
But didn't think she'd plug me for the De La Soul [needle drags]
[inserted track ends]
"What the, what the [BLEEP] was THAT!"
Yeah exactly y'all
Yeah that was a little out whi-whi-whiggedy-WHOA!
But ummmmm, yeah y'know that was that early 90's flow of mine
If you want to consider it a flow
I mean I think my flow was still baking in the oven
I don't even think the oven was on
Actually I don't think it was plugged up yet but
Ummmm, let's get into something where umm
the flow's a LITTLE bit better
Some current stuff right here for ya
Aight let's do it
Go Out And Get It - De La Soul
[Intro:]
I mean the only way that you gon' get it
is to go out there and get it, y'knahmsayin?
It's like sometimes you gotta just put it all and bet the farm
You ain't gonna get it any other way, you know?
For me it's about bein better than I was yesterday, y'know
I'm sick and tired of bein sick and tired, I'm tired of losin
So I'ma bet it all, y'knahmsayin?
[Pos:]
All hail to the check one-two
You can catch one-two at a theatre near
Where you'll find me supportin rap, like a brassiere
Not sayin if the game is tits, but you gotta admit
that the soul be the, holder of the mic device
Rhymes filled with blood and guts, the game filled with
bolts and nuts, but them shits rusty
And the trusty MC got the W-4
You can find me up in the W. Moore
I'm back on the juice with them heavy-o Chevy rhymes
Missin like crime on the deuce
We don't sit in boats and fish, we sit in studios
and quote words to serve on a dish
And the nerve that you wish you had I got bags of
And tracks are drugs that only make it worse when you're high
Listenin to the Why on the first verse named Wonder
So don't underestimate, what we create
And you'll never find us pullin up to clubs
in them long stretch whales
Or pushin inside girls with Donkey Kong stretch tails
And when all else fails, we hit 'em with the charm
that reflects like muscles on the arm
And even if crowded like food courts
We own home court advantage so we never feel alarmed
[Dave:]
It's eighty-six y'all, put your rap on pause
More milk on the mic than them pregnant broads
Nine times out the dime it's a penny on the floor
Same penny you walk around and ignore
See I'm the penny that'll have the deal closed
Turn that point nine nine into one point oh's
A millisecond you'll be needin in the race
That photo finish I ain't even see your face
I'm that one degree that made the Pisa lean
The one goal, one job, one aim and one team
That one good push that gave birth to your dream
That one good year, that one good beer
See you can hit the lotto with hope and a buck
But with 99 cents yo' ass is outta luck
Once upon a time, it's not once it ain't happen
One pop in the air does not mean you clappin
One rap hit does not mean you be rappin
Although you bust rhymes, you ain't kill it ONE TIME!
Never was to be in the first, just the second one
If you don't find me with mic, I'm mic checkin one
One good pinch, and one good hunch
That's just one bad apple out the New York bunch
Got ones, but I want 2's 3's and 4's
I'm that one when you got one more
I mean the only way that you gon' get it
is to go out there and get it, y'knahmsayin?
It's like sometimes you gotta just put it all and bet the farm
You ain't gonna get it any other way, you know?
For me it's about bein better than I was yesterday, y'know
I'm sick and tired of bein sick and tired, I'm tired of losin
So I'ma bet it all, y'knahmsayin?
[Pos:]
All hail to the check one-two
You can catch one-two at a theatre near
Where you'll find me supportin rap, like a brassiere
Not sayin if the game is tits, but you gotta admit
that the soul be the, holder of the mic device
Rhymes filled with blood and guts, the game filled with
bolts and nuts, but them shits rusty
And the trusty MC got the W-4
You can find me up in the W. Moore
I'm back on the juice with them heavy-o Chevy rhymes
Missin like crime on the deuce
We don't sit in boats and fish, we sit in studios
and quote words to serve on a dish
And the nerve that you wish you had I got bags of
And tracks are drugs that only make it worse when you're high
Listenin to the Why on the first verse named Wonder
So don't underestimate, what we create
And you'll never find us pullin up to clubs
in them long stretch whales
Or pushin inside girls with Donkey Kong stretch tails
And when all else fails, we hit 'em with the charm
that reflects like muscles on the arm
And even if crowded like food courts
We own home court advantage so we never feel alarmed
[Dave:]
It's eighty-six y'all, put your rap on pause
More milk on the mic than them pregnant broads
Nine times out the dime it's a penny on the floor
Same penny you walk around and ignore
See I'm the penny that'll have the deal closed
Turn that point nine nine into one point oh's
A millisecond you'll be needin in the race
That photo finish I ain't even see your face
I'm that one degree that made the Pisa lean
The one goal, one job, one aim and one team
That one good push that gave birth to your dream
That one good year, that one good beer
See you can hit the lotto with hope and a buck
But with 99 cents yo' ass is outta luck
Once upon a time, it's not once it ain't happen
One pop in the air does not mean you clappin
One rap hit does not mean you be rappin
Although you bust rhymes, you ain't kill it ONE TIME!
Never was to be in the first, just the second one
If you don't find me with mic, I'm mic checkin one
One good pinch, and one good hunch
That's just one bad apple out the New York bunch
Got ones, but I want 2's 3's and 4's
I'm that one when you got one more
Respect lyrics - De La Soul
[Dave:]
Hey yo I'm proud to be black y'all, wish I could bring Jay back
DJ put the needle to the haystack
Pump beats like eighty-six pumped crack
Raise the heat for the summer, we Fahrenheit
Banners like cash on your corner, papered and OD
Make your girl wanna shake in front of little ol' me
Even when I'm rock bottom still the most poppin
Hold crops like John on the farm, then Johnny your Fox
Boxcutter clean cut stem from the PA
Not your everday outcast, we outlast
Used to bust a tommy gun, now I blast off with a check
Might as well, I done earned the respect
[Chorus]
[Pos:]
Here to jumpstart the art again, the sparkplug W-O-N
I trouble your whole squad again
In a class by myself, so selfish in my ways
Shave my head bald, I'm too fly for tou-pes
Ain't nuttin sweet yet, never actin bitter
Shut your spitter small fry, you too dry to wet me
And if you could, you think I'd really let you?
In and out the hood I get much respect DUE
[Dave:]
Got two [?] with Supa Dave bandana
Shut your camera lens and use your senses
Recognize it's Pos, Mase and me
Stressin R-E-S-P-E-C-T, see?
[Chorus]
[Pos:]
Best believe it's official y'all
Rap's the new form of wrestling on mescaline tabs
and E pills, and y'all came back for refills
Watchin how the drama unfold
as MC's go from hot to cold
Pots of gold they search for
Some find more than others - platinum plaques
But when you act goes active on the radio
You become radioactive, that's a fact!
De La's got the respect attack
Tactfully weathering the storm in all forms
We born to give you the breaks
Cause just like a fiend y'all came
so y'all can get rid of them shades
[Chorus]
Hey yo I'm proud to be black y'all, wish I could bring Jay back
DJ put the needle to the haystack
Pump beats like eighty-six pumped crack
Raise the heat for the summer, we Fahrenheit
Banners like cash on your corner, papered and OD
Make your girl wanna shake in front of little ol' me
Even when I'm rock bottom still the most poppin
Hold crops like John on the farm, then Johnny your Fox
Boxcutter clean cut stem from the PA
Not your everday outcast, we outlast
Used to bust a tommy gun, now I blast off with a check
Might as well, I done earned the respect
[Chorus]
[Pos:]
Here to jumpstart the art again, the sparkplug W-O-N
I trouble your whole squad again
In a class by myself, so selfish in my ways
Shave my head bald, I'm too fly for tou-pes
Ain't nuttin sweet yet, never actin bitter
Shut your spitter small fry, you too dry to wet me
And if you could, you think I'd really let you?
In and out the hood I get much respect DUE
[Dave:]
Got two [?] with Supa Dave bandana
Shut your camera lens and use your senses
Recognize it's Pos, Mase and me
Stressin R-E-S-P-E-C-T, see?
[Chorus]
[Pos:]
Best believe it's official y'all
Rap's the new form of wrestling on mescaline tabs
and E pills, and y'all came back for refills
Watchin how the drama unfold
as MC's go from hot to cold
Pots of gold they search for
Some find more than others - platinum plaques
But when you act goes active on the radio
You become radioactive, that's a fact!
De La's got the respect attack
Tactfully weathering the storm in all forms
We born to give you the breaks
Cause just like a fiend y'all came
so y'all can get rid of them shades
[Chorus]
Beef lyrics - De La Soul
[unknown guest poet:]
Nah that's not what I mean
I mean, every mornin I wake up and I give thanks
Y'know, that I get dressed up and rob banks
I don't need a mask, I ain't askin for favors
Everybody got it rough
If you were the only one who had it bad
then there would be a cause for effect, you hear me?
It's easy to live after the world's opinion
It's easy to live accordin to your own
And when she don't got love for you, man
She's like a loaf of bread with nuttin to drink
Goin down hard, that's word up
She'll tear anything up for you
Shit is rough but it's fair man, ain't a joke out here
Niggaz been doin good for a long time
but now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin?
We just came home, now we got BEEF!
Nah that's not what I mean
I mean, every mornin I wake up and I give thanks
Y'know, that I get dressed up and rob banks
I don't need a mask, I ain't askin for favors
Everybody got it rough
If you were the only one who had it bad
then there would be a cause for effect, you hear me?
It's easy to live after the world's opinion
It's easy to live accordin to your own
And when she don't got love for you, man
She's like a loaf of bread with nuttin to drink
Goin down hard, that's word up
She'll tear anything up for you
Shit is rough but it's fair man, ain't a joke out here
Niggaz been doin good for a long time
but now the game has changed, y'knahmsayin?
We just came home, now we got BEEF!
Reverse Ya Steps lyrics - De La Soul
[crowd noise, boxing bell rings]
[Posdnuos:]
Who floats like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Not me! Leave that for that boxing great
Yet I float like b-balls on a path to swish
Sting like making shots when you're pissed
Of course that's sayin you're on court to playin a round
Unprotected blues and I'm the same bad news
You come pokin your face in my place
The rest you best believe you're gonna lose
I'll choose every line to floor ya
I'm a New York nigga, my momma and them from Waynesboro, Georgia
Wonder Why, I cop weed just to feed
to my ex-pectations to keep them high
Cause my own try to hold me back, with that black on black rhyme
Get off me blackie! Your whole style tacky
and lack the approach of men
You just a kitten in a lion's den, alright reverse it, aiyyo
[Chorus:]
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Reverse your steps, reverse your steps
.. Reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga (reverse your steps - REVERSED)
[boxing bell rings]
[Dove:]
I box better when I'm on these ropes
And got bloody in the eighth but your apes couldn't save you
The left got brutal and ripped shack your ribs back
So now you sprayin the streets without eatin
My plate's got broccoli and snow peas on it
See we healthy like Lance Armstrong and then Popeye
Small fry fuckin with these Spuds McKenzies
Get the bucks, get the money, and the bid or your Benji's
Radar heavy I analyze the blips
See me comin in your land I'ma AND-1 this bitch
Ain't nuttin to lose but these two fronts, a few stunts
The Chuckers got strings on 'em, we airborne
Cleared for takeoff, face off the square puzzle
got you puzzled like yo is it peace or piece?
Increase the blows for the stutter step to it
Make you jump back and kiss your death and step back!
[Chorus]
[boxing bell rings and crowd noise]
[Posdnuos:]
Who floats like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Not me! Leave that for that boxing great
Yet I float like b-balls on a path to swish
Sting like making shots when you're pissed
Of course that's sayin you're on court to playin a round
Unprotected blues and I'm the same bad news
You come pokin your face in my place
The rest you best believe you're gonna lose
I'll choose every line to floor ya
I'm a New York nigga, my momma and them from Waynesboro, Georgia
Wonder Why, I cop weed just to feed
to my ex-pectations to keep them high
Cause my own try to hold me back, with that black on black rhyme
Get off me blackie! Your whole style tacky
and lack the approach of men
You just a kitten in a lion's den, alright reverse it, aiyyo
[Chorus:]
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Reverse your steps, reverse your steps
.. Reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga, reverse your steps
Back up lil' nigga (reverse your steps - REVERSED)
[boxing bell rings]
[Dove:]
I box better when I'm on these ropes
And got bloody in the eighth but your apes couldn't save you
The left got brutal and ripped shack your ribs back
So now you sprayin the streets without eatin
My plate's got broccoli and snow peas on it
See we healthy like Lance Armstrong and then Popeye
Small fry fuckin with these Spuds McKenzies
Get the bucks, get the money, and the bid or your Benji's
Radar heavy I analyze the blips
See me comin in your land I'ma AND-1 this bitch
Ain't nuttin to lose but these two fronts, a few stunts
The Chuckers got strings on 'em, we airborne
Cleared for takeoff, face off the square puzzle
got you puzzled like yo is it peace or piece?
Increase the blows for the stutter step to it
Make you jump back and kiss your death and step back!
[Chorus]
[boxing bell rings and crowd noise]
You Got It lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Butta Verses)
[x4:] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}
[Posdnuos:]
The right to remain silent
Anything you say can be used
Chopped up, stretched and fused, with other shit to get
The desired effect to win, let us begin
[x4:] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}
[Dove:]
Yeahs my mellow, we glow like snow yellow
Byprints anticipate, smiley face prints in it
{"You got") The nerve to spit flows, eyes closed
You're out of your lane, I'm runnin with my windows tinted
{"You got") A closed mind with locks on the gate
{"You got") A bag of life filled with dead weight
{"You got") Your priorities mixed up, we fixed up
Bobbity throwings burn MC's date
[x4:] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}
[Butta Verses]
Toucan Sam, what you spittin isn't written
Like last month's baby clothes, it ain't fittin
{"You got") To upgrade to the top fades
Bringin big body ink sticks, bottom of the page
{"You got") To step in a little hotter these days
{"You got") Swampfoot, I heard it started in the 'Glades
{"You got") Two of the best and one of the newest
Who stay mile high with a stewardess doin it
[x4:]
{"You got it") [Pos] You know I got it
{"I know you got.."}
[Posdnuos:]
A degree in braggin, an art to bag
Any lady to get her back to the room
{"You got") A wife at home with a knife that long cuts
For cuttin up I'm in the emergency room
{"You got") Styles in place, Long Island bass
{"You got") A major tour all over the place
{"You got") The knack to keep those who lack
out of the mainframe of the game, you know what they say
[x4] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}
[Verses: Butta]
TROUBLE! Take that chance to make double
Can't knock the hustle but scoped you like the Hubble
{"You got") Pulled over on I-95
Flashlights right in your eyes, step outside
{"You got") Weed in your tray and coke in yo' trunk
{"You got") Nowhere to run he opened it up
{"You got") A lot of regret, caught can't jet
Got a five year sentence, ain't finished two yet
[Dove:]
{"You got") Time money and work, to do it everytime
I'm workin money here since I'm give in no time
{"You got") Crime niggaz who designin my commitments
See I honor this my niggaz I committed no crime
{"You got") Good credit and plans for next year
{"You got") Drunk once on the Grey Goose and beer
{"You got") Dry flows that got you sippin on these daquiris
I'm sayin what exactly your ears wanna hear
[x4:]
{"You got it") [Pos] I know you got it
{"I know you got.."}
[Posdnuos:]
The aches and pains for cravin for some De La Soul shit
To whip yo' ass back into shape
{"You got") To hold tight, the album soon come
For now, take a bite from out of this mixtape
{"You got") To cop this so pay the fee
{"You got") Soul cause you're listenin to the 3 MC's
Rock the Kangol and Kwelis
But don't break this break [scratch:] "break, down"
{"I know you got.."}
[Posdnuos:]
The right to remain silent
Anything you say can be used
Chopped up, stretched and fused, with other shit to get
The desired effect to win, let us begin
[x4:] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}
[Dove:]
Yeahs my mellow, we glow like snow yellow
Byprints anticipate, smiley face prints in it
{"You got") The nerve to spit flows, eyes closed
You're out of your lane, I'm runnin with my windows tinted
{"You got") A closed mind with locks on the gate
{"You got") A bag of life filled with dead weight
{"You got") Your priorities mixed up, we fixed up
Bobbity throwings burn MC's date
[x4:] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}
[Butta Verses]
Toucan Sam, what you spittin isn't written
Like last month's baby clothes, it ain't fittin
{"You got") To upgrade to the top fades
Bringin big body ink sticks, bottom of the page
{"You got") To step in a little hotter these days
{"You got") Swampfoot, I heard it started in the 'Glades
{"You got") Two of the best and one of the newest
Who stay mile high with a stewardess doin it
[x4:]
{"You got it") [Pos] You know I got it
{"I know you got.."}
[Posdnuos:]
A degree in braggin, an art to bag
Any lady to get her back to the room
{"You got") A wife at home with a knife that long cuts
For cuttin up I'm in the emergency room
{"You got") Styles in place, Long Island bass
{"You got") A major tour all over the place
{"You got") The knack to keep those who lack
out of the mainframe of the game, you know what they say
[x4] {"You got it"}
{"I know you got.."}
[Verses: Butta]
TROUBLE! Take that chance to make double
Can't knock the hustle but scoped you like the Hubble
{"You got") Pulled over on I-95
Flashlights right in your eyes, step outside
{"You got") Weed in your tray and coke in yo' trunk
{"You got") Nowhere to run he opened it up
{"You got") A lot of regret, caught can't jet
Got a five year sentence, ain't finished two yet
[Dove:]
{"You got") Time money and work, to do it everytime
I'm workin money here since I'm give in no time
{"You got") Crime niggaz who designin my commitments
See I honor this my niggaz I committed no crime
{"You got") Good credit and plans for next year
{"You got") Drunk once on the Grey Goose and beer
{"You got") Dry flows that got you sippin on these daquiris
I'm sayin what exactly your ears wanna hear
[x4:]
{"You got it") [Pos] I know you got it
{"I know you got.."}
[Posdnuos:]
The aches and pains for cravin for some De La Soul shit
To whip yo' ass back into shape
{"You got") To hold tight, the album soon come
For now, take a bite from out of this mixtape
{"You got") To cop this so pay the fee
{"You got") Soul cause you're listenin to the 3 MC's
Rock the Kangol and Kwelis
But don't break this break [scratch:] "break, down"
Just Havin' A Ball lyrics - De La Soul
[Dave:]
Yeah... it's De La
You know we up in here, just doin what we gotta do
This joint right here we call "Just Havin a Ball"
Just havin a ball, y'know
See my lady really don't like me when I be
sayin the things I be sayin in my rhymes but
You know I'm just havin a ball
They say Dave got it bad for these broads on tour
These thick legs, Lego and Rubix Cube
Tyco, night glow, butt-ass nude
He got Monopoly's on 'em from the Bronx to the bank
Got the battle - "He sank my Battleship!"
I put a sock on my robot and box the all night
Play the head to head, never went all pro
At the halftime performance she the halftime show
A part time sucker, I implore the game (word up)
She quick to dodge-balls, avoidin the face stain
Jack-in-the-box, nah that ain't no haps
I need that Mrs. Potato Head in my lap
In checkers and chess I do a big cut bounce
36 ounces of hula hoop hips
I'm shootin for that Duck Hunt, that Dan Quayle tail
What I gotta spell it out? I'm about to campaign
for that President Bush, damn I declare war
Bring on some of your friends, matter fact, the next whore
[Pos:]
Alright I'm tryin to have a ball without all that girl talk
Cause my girl wouldn't like that either
So I'm I'm tryin to stay away from that
Aww fuck it, I'm hot
Let me, let me do it, let me do it a lil' bit
Aiyyo "Gimme That," that Lil' Webbie & Bun B
I used to mash Lil' Debbie up in 1-D
Those were the days, but days don't change
So we still get it on just to keep it all the same and it's
routine to rock roll and rip shows
Across the zip codes and fold the thick loads
of information inside your earlobes
We are the high end thread for your mere clothes
Outside of the box is where you'll find us
Those who find to it, step behind us
It's not about the lead, we not tryin to be
the heir to the throne but the air that you breathe and it's
protocol for us to get at y'all
With a face filled with game
We play without the cheat codes, we don't need those to rock
Close the do' in our face, best believe we gon' knock
Let us in y'all
[Dave:]
Yeah that's right
It's De La, that's how we do
We just have a ball everytime we have a ball
Now make sure y'all look out
for the TV series, this is part one, "The Impossible Mission"
We gon' have two and three
Aiyyo Why, part two point five, hahaha
That's how we do it y'all
Shout out to my man Maseo
Shout out to my man Prince Paul
Shout out to everybody out there, De La family
You know how we do
Just havin a ball, I just like talkin
I don't really talk too much, I'm just havin a ball
Yeah
Shout out to A Tribe Called Quest, you know how we do it
Yeah
Shout out to cuttin the record off!
Yeah... it's De La
You know we up in here, just doin what we gotta do
This joint right here we call "Just Havin a Ball"
Just havin a ball, y'know
See my lady really don't like me when I be
sayin the things I be sayin in my rhymes but
You know I'm just havin a ball
They say Dave got it bad for these broads on tour
These thick legs, Lego and Rubix Cube
Tyco, night glow, butt-ass nude
He got Monopoly's on 'em from the Bronx to the bank
Got the battle - "He sank my Battleship!"
I put a sock on my robot and box the all night
Play the head to head, never went all pro
At the halftime performance she the halftime show
A part time sucker, I implore the game (word up)
She quick to dodge-balls, avoidin the face stain
Jack-in-the-box, nah that ain't no haps
I need that Mrs. Potato Head in my lap
In checkers and chess I do a big cut bounce
36 ounces of hula hoop hips
I'm shootin for that Duck Hunt, that Dan Quayle tail
What I gotta spell it out? I'm about to campaign
for that President Bush, damn I declare war
Bring on some of your friends, matter fact, the next whore
[Pos:]
Alright I'm tryin to have a ball without all that girl talk
Cause my girl wouldn't like that either
So I'm I'm tryin to stay away from that
Aww fuck it, I'm hot
Let me, let me do it, let me do it a lil' bit
Aiyyo "Gimme That," that Lil' Webbie & Bun B
I used to mash Lil' Debbie up in 1-D
Those were the days, but days don't change
So we still get it on just to keep it all the same and it's
routine to rock roll and rip shows
Across the zip codes and fold the thick loads
of information inside your earlobes
We are the high end thread for your mere clothes
Outside of the box is where you'll find us
Those who find to it, step behind us
It's not about the lead, we not tryin to be
the heir to the throne but the air that you breathe and it's
protocol for us to get at y'all
With a face filled with game
We play without the cheat codes, we don't need those to rock
Close the do' in our face, best believe we gon' knock
Let us in y'all
[Dave:]
Yeah that's right
It's De La, that's how we do
We just have a ball everytime we have a ball
Now make sure y'all look out
for the TV series, this is part one, "The Impossible Mission"
We gon' have two and three
Aiyyo Why, part two point five, hahaha
That's how we do it y'all
Shout out to my man Maseo
Shout out to my man Prince Paul
Shout out to everybody out there, De La family
You know how we do
Just havin a ball, I just like talkin
I don't really talk too much, I'm just havin a ball
Yeah
Shout out to A Tribe Called Quest, you know how we do it
Yeah
Shout out to cuttin the record off!
Relax!! lyrics - De La Soul
[Pos:] Alright y'all, WE HERE NOW!
(This, is, a, Supa Supa, blast blast, Supa Supa, blast blast)
[Chorus: x4]
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Get down girl, get down girl
[Pos:]
(Get dowwwn!) Just another day in a lonely world
Where I like to make a lonely girl
feel a little less lonely, tell a tale where she's
my one and only, she got homegirls
who likes to do more than chat
So she asked where my homies at, I mean that song was fly
But if my homey can't have none, sayin I won't have fun
is honestly just a God damned lie!
Self-missions are less stress, and cut out the mess
of havin a girl, verifyin if I'm lyin or not
with her girl, cause my niggaz occupyin the same spot with her
I'm like the fox with the fur well groomed
You find me in hot clubs and hotel rooms in between the sheet crack
And if the bed squeaks or noise-free, I'll put it to use
Swig from the tiger beers for the extra boost
Blow out your back like flames over the cake
Cut out a piece of your heart, for the claim
when I get you worked up to cream, and I can get on
some Snoop Dogg shit and scream, "What's my motherfuckin name?"
[Chorus: w/ Erick Sermon ad lib samples]
[Dave:]
Hey, we in the position to renew things
I specialize in doin me and you things
Now what's that he say she say?
We got mortgages, dump all this gossip you're hoardin
This world premier is for real ma
A catalogue of lovin you can hear ma
Put the quarter in the jukebox
I brought a bit of luggage drawers and a few socks
A little Dane Dane, and some X-Clan
I'm tryin to save you from the chores of the next man
see we can picnic, and go horseback
I love your laughter even if you sound like Horshack
You so impeccable but damn them birds peck at you
Your technique is cuttin like you catch beats
Or def these nuts cause your sex speaks
We oughta "Chill" like EPMD
[Chorus]
(Get dowwwwn!)
(This, is, a, Supa Supa, blast blast, Supa Supa, blast blast)
[Chorus: x4]
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Get down girl, get down girl
[Pos:]
(Get dowwwn!) Just another day in a lonely world
Where I like to make a lonely girl
feel a little less lonely, tell a tale where she's
my one and only, she got homegirls
who likes to do more than chat
So she asked where my homies at, I mean that song was fly
But if my homey can't have none, sayin I won't have fun
is honestly just a God damned lie!
Self-missions are less stress, and cut out the mess
of havin a girl, verifyin if I'm lyin or not
with her girl, cause my niggaz occupyin the same spot with her
I'm like the fox with the fur well groomed
You find me in hot clubs and hotel rooms in between the sheet crack
And if the bed squeaks or noise-free, I'll put it to use
Swig from the tiger beers for the extra boost
Blow out your back like flames over the cake
Cut out a piece of your heart, for the claim
when I get you worked up to cream, and I can get on
some Snoop Dogg shit and scream, "What's my motherfuckin name?"
[Chorus: w/ Erick Sermon ad lib samples]
[Dave:]
Hey, we in the position to renew things
I specialize in doin me and you things
Now what's that he say she say?
We got mortgages, dump all this gossip you're hoardin
This world premier is for real ma
A catalogue of lovin you can hear ma
Put the quarter in the jukebox
I brought a bit of luggage drawers and a few socks
A little Dane Dane, and some X-Clan
I'm tryin to save you from the chores of the next man
see we can picnic, and go horseback
I love your laughter even if you sound like Horshack
You so impeccable but damn them birds peck at you
Your technique is cuttin like you catch beats
Or def these nuts cause your sex speaks
We oughta "Chill" like EPMD
[Chorus]
(Get dowwwwn!)
The Corner lyrics - De La Soul
[Dave:]
Yeah, the 15 millionth time, 15 and 1
Check it out
Yo Com, how you rhyme to this slow shit
Yeah yeah, check it out
Yo memories of the corner, we huddled and stayed in trouble
Guzzled on 40 O-Z's and played the double and back
We doublin crack, no wonder why they fear us
We cussin cause our mommas couldn't hear us
Young lovers'll cuddle at 15 shit, they seen the struggle so
That makes him a man con-sidered he got plans but
She don't understand that this is where them fools bust at
Same corner where she go and catch the school bus at
It ain't changed a bit, we stand circle and spit bars
Cigarette butts scattered like glass shattered
and pops he play the corner 'til his day comes, DAMN!
Ambulances on the corner but hey, now it's offi-cial
Cisco was the daze them cups of E&J
Went down and hit a warm spot even in the winter's cold
We had our snorkel and our winter playboys on
These are the corners we was sent to play boys on
Our socks is pockets, the guns is rockets
It's where the after school fight was at, brand new bikes was at
Fila suits, Kangols and new Nikes was at
Same corner is today's same yesterday
[Chorus: x2]
I wish that I cold give you this feelin
I wish that I cold give you this feelin
We was livin on them corners, had a nigga rhymin, drinkin
Whylin, potted out, livin HIGH!
[Pos:]
We live it real, hard, revoke your zeal
God don't come around here no mo'
So why you screamin HIS NAME in vain when the pain hits
Pick yourself up and get to a hospital quick
But leave out the bit, about what went down
I know they hound us for hawkin
Just a flesh wound, stitch it up, keep it walkin
Niggaz on the corners loyal, they ain't talkin (they ain't talkin)
Put down the sea of chalk and
The use of chalk is for lines of hopscotch
Or tracin dead bodies for crimes that got botched
For just crime commitin and it's, time to fit it
in the schedule, cause them crosstown niggaz
came to our corner sprayin that lead you pull
Ain't nuttin deeper than pilin in the car
with the streetsweeper so we can clear every star
off the corner
[Chorus]
Yeah, the 15 millionth time, 15 and 1
Check it out
Yo Com, how you rhyme to this slow shit
Yeah yeah, check it out
Yo memories of the corner, we huddled and stayed in trouble
Guzzled on 40 O-Z's and played the double and back
We doublin crack, no wonder why they fear us
We cussin cause our mommas couldn't hear us
Young lovers'll cuddle at 15 shit, they seen the struggle so
That makes him a man con-sidered he got plans but
She don't understand that this is where them fools bust at
Same corner where she go and catch the school bus at
It ain't changed a bit, we stand circle and spit bars
Cigarette butts scattered like glass shattered
and pops he play the corner 'til his day comes, DAMN!
Ambulances on the corner but hey, now it's offi-cial
Cisco was the daze them cups of E&J
Went down and hit a warm spot even in the winter's cold
We had our snorkel and our winter playboys on
These are the corners we was sent to play boys on
Our socks is pockets, the guns is rockets
It's where the after school fight was at, brand new bikes was at
Fila suits, Kangols and new Nikes was at
Same corner is today's same yesterday
[Chorus: x2]
I wish that I cold give you this feelin
I wish that I cold give you this feelin
We was livin on them corners, had a nigga rhymin, drinkin
Whylin, potted out, livin HIGH!
[Pos:]
We live it real, hard, revoke your zeal
God don't come around here no mo'
So why you screamin HIS NAME in vain when the pain hits
Pick yourself up and get to a hospital quick
But leave out the bit, about what went down
I know they hound us for hawkin
Just a flesh wound, stitch it up, keep it walkin
Niggaz on the corners loyal, they ain't talkin (they ain't talkin)
Put down the sea of chalk and
The use of chalk is for lines of hopscotch
Or tracin dead bodies for crimes that got botched
For just crime commitin and it's, time to fit it
in the schedule, cause them crosstown niggaz
came to our corner sprayin that lead you pull
Ain't nuttin deeper than pilin in the car
with the streetsweeper so we can clear every star
off the corner
[Chorus]
What The Fuck #3 lyrics - De La Soul
[Dove:]
Aight, back to the "What the [BLEEP]" portion of the tape
Umm, this song right here we recorded...
in the middle of "De La is Dead" and "3 Feet High and Rising"
Think Pos called it "De La Slow"
Enjoy it, you're only gonna hear it here
Aight, peace
["De La Slow":]
It's in
This is a "De La Slow," type groove
Al's on the board
He's tired as hell
Prince Paul is out sleep
But it's still "De La Slow"
Got a WRMS radio station, that's "De La Slow"
We got a donut shop, that's "De La Slow"
We got props, that's "De La Slow"
And I gotta kick this rhyme, that's "De La Slow"
Preacherman rocks that nobody can
So don't get mad if you don't understand
Tracks hold dirt yet no infections
Heads won't swell cause we close a flow grip
Known as the madface through my teens
Never felt blue so I still wore jeans
The mighy mic cord plays the Plug One's sword
Invert if you don't want a hurt from a cut
There's nowhere to go from the saint to the hoe
They mighta passed the bread so I have a lot of dough
So the love is the rule like my man Lenny Kravitz
But girls wanna play me with the "Oh she gotta have it"
Naughty nutrition is served like these
And with the donuts we pass the peas
Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans
Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine
...
[Dove:]
Bogus, how bogus can I [farting noise]
[inserted track ends]
"What the, what the [BLEEP] was THAT!"
Yeah [toilet bowl noise]
Kinda feel, good flushin that old, De La doo doo
Let's move on to some new {shit}
Aight, back to the "What the [BLEEP]" portion of the tape
Umm, this song right here we recorded...
in the middle of "De La is Dead" and "3 Feet High and Rising"
Think Pos called it "De La Slow"
Enjoy it, you're only gonna hear it here
Aight, peace
["De La Slow":]
It's in
This is a "De La Slow," type groove
Al's on the board
He's tired as hell
Prince Paul is out sleep
But it's still "De La Slow"
Got a WRMS radio station, that's "De La Slow"
We got a donut shop, that's "De La Slow"
We got props, that's "De La Slow"
And I gotta kick this rhyme, that's "De La Slow"
Preacherman rocks that nobody can
So don't get mad if you don't understand
Tracks hold dirt yet no infections
Heads won't swell cause we close a flow grip
Known as the madface through my teens
Never felt blue so I still wore jeans
The mighy mic cord plays the Plug One's sword
Invert if you don't want a hurt from a cut
There's nowhere to go from the saint to the hoe
They mighta passed the bread so I have a lot of dough
So the love is the rule like my man Lenny Kravitz
But girls wanna play me with the "Oh she gotta have it"
Naughty nutrition is served like these
And with the donuts we pass the peas
Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans
Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine
...
[Dove:]
Bogus, how bogus can I [farting noise]
[inserted track ends]
"What the, what the [BLEEP] was THAT!"
Yeah [toilet bowl noise]
Kinda feel, good flushin that old, De La doo doo
Let's move on to some new {shit}
Future lyrics - De La Soul
[1:24 long intro saying "we are the future" repeatedly]
[Intro: sampled vocals]
We are singing, you this message
Through our music, reaching for a, brave and brighter
new tomorrow, is the future
We must make it, safe and happy, for the children
Or... or... they will be lost
Or... or... they will be lost
[Pos]
Aiyyo I jump back, put the aim on my shot
It's mandatory, handle glory over with the rock
I'm not a rough guy but a tough guy to beat over drums
No son to this, I'm a rhyme bastard
Some mastered the art of cash, but not the part that lasts
and disappear after doin two albums
We're not your normal team and we still do ours to fit
hope inside this, don't define it's
quits for those who oppose the new
Playin they've outgrown rap like a size 5 shoe
Oh they all [?] now, alternative touch
were surprised, no demise for us
We on the rise to bust big, how you fig' we couldn't
Never run out of verbs for you to sip, I told you we wouldn't
I never popped Crist' or popped fists, girl named Chrissie
was the first, which made it even worse not to miss me
[sampled vocals]
Or... or... they will be lost (the future)
Or... or... they will be lost (the future)
[Dave]
So do you understand it now? Well try standin over
seven box sets, reppin sixteen years
This rap career ain't work, it's the life in-between
bedtime 'til the next said time and date
Know the name and salute them dudes
Put the nutrient in rap when they cook them foods
Gotta be like eighteen million heads served
Shit, imagine if there wasn't no us huh?
So I'd like to take the time to shout out the JB's
Next on my list is A Tribe Called Quest
Latifah my Queen, Monie Love, Dres and Mr. Lawnge
Chi-Ali, on your head God bless
Never ring chasin, the permanent tat
in this rap shit, y'all are just temporary lick-ons
Fadin in the days to come
While the name De La and the legacy built lives on
[sampled vocals]
We are singing (sing it out now)
you this message (sendin you a message y'all)
Through our music (through the music)
reaching for a, brave and brighter new tomorrow
(another day y'all) is the future (it's the future)
(it's the future) We must make it (we gotta make it)
safe and happy, for the children (for the children)
You little brats
[Intro: sampled vocals]
We are singing, you this message
Through our music, reaching for a, brave and brighter
new tomorrow, is the future
We must make it, safe and happy, for the children
Or... or... they will be lost
Or... or... they will be lost
[Pos]
Aiyyo I jump back, put the aim on my shot
It's mandatory, handle glory over with the rock
I'm not a rough guy but a tough guy to beat over drums
No son to this, I'm a rhyme bastard
Some mastered the art of cash, but not the part that lasts
and disappear after doin two albums
We're not your normal team and we still do ours to fit
hope inside this, don't define it's
quits for those who oppose the new
Playin they've outgrown rap like a size 5 shoe
Oh they all [?] now, alternative touch
were surprised, no demise for us
We on the rise to bust big, how you fig' we couldn't
Never run out of verbs for you to sip, I told you we wouldn't
I never popped Crist' or popped fists, girl named Chrissie
was the first, which made it even worse not to miss me
[sampled vocals]
Or... or... they will be lost (the future)
Or... or... they will be lost (the future)
[Dave]
So do you understand it now? Well try standin over
seven box sets, reppin sixteen years
This rap career ain't work, it's the life in-between
bedtime 'til the next said time and date
Know the name and salute them dudes
Put the nutrient in rap when they cook them foods
Gotta be like eighteen million heads served
Shit, imagine if there wasn't no us huh?
So I'd like to take the time to shout out the JB's
Next on my list is A Tribe Called Quest
Latifah my Queen, Monie Love, Dres and Mr. Lawnge
Chi-Ali, on your head God bless
Never ring chasin, the permanent tat
in this rap shit, y'all are just temporary lick-ons
Fadin in the days to come
While the name De La and the legacy built lives on
[sampled vocals]
We are singing (sing it out now)
you this message (sendin you a message y'all)
Through our music (through the music)
reaching for a, brave and brighter new tomorrow
(another day y'all) is the future (it's the future)
(it's the future) We must make it (we gotta make it)
safe and happy, for the children (for the children)
You little brats
Verbal Clap lyrics - De La Soul
"You out there? Louder!
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
[Posdonus]
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators of them East coast stars
If you ask me I'll tell you there's no comp
But I'm still humble, even though I will crumble halls
Some call 'em songs, I call 'em words from me
that take long to cook
So some feel free in sayin that we don't hunger for beats
Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body
All you gotta do is keep my name out your mouth
And stop frownin like you hostile
You know that it's a booger rubbin up against your nostril
Nigga how you figure you can play this rap game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, Wonder Why, givin what you lack holmes
[Dave]
Aiyyo prepare yo'self for the Neutron, bitch!
This is eighty-six, let that neo-rap go
We present these flares to put fire to your ears
to lay smoke like rusty exhaust pipes
We run mics, let Sean run the marathon
Yo raise that money son, we raisin these kids
Get claps when curtains close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, bring some breath
SAT book smart, part ese
Loc'in like Tone, street niggaz get grown
Acquire more couth before you get poofed
Or get some shells sent over to your mic booth
Excuse, my delivery, but when peace don't work
see this piece gon' work, cock aim and SHOOT!
It's my constitutional right to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics, make fans unite
Woodstock and white folks involved
Black man get on yo' job!
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
[Chorus x2: De La Soul]
Let's go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(put, all, the things aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
(put, all, the things aside)
[Posdonus]
The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date, of expiration
On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep comin
I'm hated on by niggaz I love most
So what threat could you possibly pose when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or your glasses
Either way there'll be a toast in the air
Markin the return of bare minimums you need to learn
Get your verbs right when you down to clap
[Dave]
See that gun powder calibre rap'll tip hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and skyscrapers
Bow-tie papers stacked high
Pay the resident tax or get your street sweeped
Front row, backstage or the cheap seats
I (Dodge) richochets like (Ram) trucks, you slow poke to pull it
And I sup-pose you wanna top the Billboard chart
Man I toast these rhymes and then pop like Pop-Tarts
[Chorus]
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing"
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
[Posdonus]
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators of them East coast stars
If you ask me I'll tell you there's no comp
But I'm still humble, even though I will crumble halls
Some call 'em songs, I call 'em words from me
that take long to cook
So some feel free in sayin that we don't hunger for beats
Not that we not hungry, just picky in what we eat
Keep food off the mind and keep weight off the body
All you gotta do is keep my name out your mouth
And stop frownin like you hostile
You know that it's a booger rubbin up against your nostril
Nigga how you figure you can play this rap game without the backbone?
It's Maseo, Dave, Wonder Why, givin what you lack holmes
[Dave]
Aiyyo prepare yo'self for the Neutron, bitch!
This is eighty-six, let that neo-rap go
We present these flares to put fire to your ears
to lay smoke like rusty exhaust pipes
We run mics, let Sean run the marathon
Yo raise that money son, we raisin these kids
Get claps when curtains close, stage left
Up your stamina baby, bring some breath
SAT book smart, part ese
Loc'in like Tone, street niggaz get grown
Acquire more couth before you get poofed
Or get some shells sent over to your mic booth
Excuse, my delivery, but when peace don't work
see this piece gon' work, cock aim and SHOOT!
It's my constitutional right to bear arms
Arms and bare hands on mics, make fans unite
Woodstock and white folks involved
Black man get on yo' job!
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
[Chorus x2: De La Soul]
Let's go beat for beat, and rhymes for rhymes
(put, all, the things aside)
Just bring your beats, and bring your rhymes
(put, all, the things aside)
[Posdonus]
The heavyweight L.I. brother with no date, of expiration
On this fate on the mic, them birthday keep comin
I'm hated on by niggaz I love most
So what threat could you possibly pose when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or your glasses
Either way there'll be a toast in the air
Markin the return of bare minimums you need to learn
Get your verbs right when you down to clap
[Dave]
See that gun powder calibre rap'll tip hats like gentlemen do
Smash tenements and skyscrapers
Bow-tie papers stacked high
Pay the resident tax or get your street sweeped
Front row, backstage or the cheap seats
I (Dodge) richochets like (Ram) trucks, you slow poke to pull it
And I sup-pose you wanna top the Billboard chart
Man I toast these rhymes and then pop like Pop-Tarts
[Chorus]
"Well clap your hands to what he's doing"
Much More lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Yummy)
"And what we have is much more than they can see"
[scratched:] "ladies and gentlemen" - "here we go again"
[DJ Premier]
No doubt, y'all care anymore, about this hip-hop man?
I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go
for 15 seconds of fame? Microwave popcorn-ass niggaz
Yeah, we give you much more, longevity baby
Aiyyo Dave
[Dave]
Yo! It's been instilled in me since infinite y'all
Usin these minutes like I value the call
Put your money in the bank, and hold rank
over friends who ain't got leadership skills
I got the sheep in my eyes so I can't sleep
We like the, land and laid, the brand old way
Grand operate the scandal way, L.I. sheist
I play the X-Box instead of fuckin with dice
I hate losin to those who walk away with my dough
cause I dozed, Tracy broke me
And now she wanna see the resident provokin me
to pop wheelies on my bicycle, watch her eyes twinkle
One house, two houses, third house
House rules so house take bank, watch Dave bank
Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta extravaganza
Gamma ray rap I make the Hulk snap
Jump back like James Brown, hey now
When the liquor over we smokin the hay now
Delegatin numero dos, I holla out the sound of los
And keep the Island close to me
[Chorus: Yummy]
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
"And what we have is much more than they can see"
Much more than they can see
is how it'll always be, believe me (gotta believe)
"And what we have is much more than they can see"
[Posdonus]
I got verb skills, babies and bills, brothers who smoke krills
and still tryin to get himself together from it
Knowin he can't quite run it like me
I'm on the cutting edge of what's alleged to be, hot
And when you rock, it's just impersonations of me
The rightest MC, MP with the V in the middle
I belittle your plan, courtesy, of NY dirty C my man
My base of fans are made up of many; with kids allergic
to belts lettin they mind melt from drinkin the Henny
And them straight and narrow types who be waitin to hear
them drums say the revolution is near - are you listening?
Are your eardrums open for christening?
We God Body MC's with these tools
While some others play God, they just God damn fools with it
I don't cuff mics, I rough mics up rough and rugged
Get the girls to love it
Still and all five-oh came to my mic check
Tellin me I left lacerations around my mic's neck
Domestically disputed and you just might get
the undisputed underdog servin y'all threat
[Chorus: 4X w/ ad libs]
"And what we have is much more than they can see"
"And what we have is much more than they can see.."
[scratched:] "ladies and gentlemen" - "here we go again"
[DJ Premier]
No doubt, y'all care anymore, about this hip-hop man?
I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go
for 15 seconds of fame? Microwave popcorn-ass niggaz
Yeah, we give you much more, longevity baby
Aiyyo Dave
[Dave]
Yo! It's been instilled in me since infinite y'all
Usin these minutes like I value the call
Put your money in the bank, and hold rank
over friends who ain't got leadership skills
I got the sheep in my eyes so I can't sleep
We like the, land and laid, the brand old way
Grand operate the scandal way, L.I. sheist
I play the X-Box instead of fuckin with dice
I hate losin to those who walk away with my dough
cause I dozed, Tracy broke me
And now she wanna see the resident provokin me
to pop wheelies on my bicycle, watch her eyes twinkle
One house, two houses, third house
House rules so house take bank, watch Dave bank
Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta extravaganza
Gamma ray rap I make the Hulk snap
Jump back like James Brown, hey now
When the liquor over we smokin the hay now
Delegatin numero dos, I holla out the sound of los
And keep the Island close to me
[Chorus: Yummy]
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
"And what we have is much more than they can see"
Much more than they can see
is how it'll always be, believe me (gotta believe)
"And what we have is much more than they can see"
[Posdonus]
I got verb skills, babies and bills, brothers who smoke krills
and still tryin to get himself together from it
Knowin he can't quite run it like me
I'm on the cutting edge of what's alleged to be, hot
And when you rock, it's just impersonations of me
The rightest MC, MP with the V in the middle
I belittle your plan, courtesy, of NY dirty C my man
My base of fans are made up of many; with kids allergic
to belts lettin they mind melt from drinkin the Henny
And them straight and narrow types who be waitin to hear
them drums say the revolution is near - are you listening?
Are your eardrums open for christening?
We God Body MC's with these tools
While some others play God, they just God damn fools with it
I don't cuff mics, I rough mics up rough and rugged
Get the girls to love it
Still and all five-oh came to my mic check
Tellin me I left lacerations around my mic's neck
Domestically disputed and you just might get
the undisputed underdog servin y'all threat
[Chorus: 4X w/ ad libs]
"And what we have is much more than they can see"
"And what we have is much more than they can see.."
Shopping Bags (She Got From You) lyrics - De La Soul
(We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either)
[Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
Popping tags and collars her charm
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
Manolo and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
[Posdonus]
Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want
Candelight might flick at'cha
Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
Her handle tight like a master
She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree
The avenue like her catwalk
Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street
looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
Spend it, you live to show
All the cash that you can burn
What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
But get no ass back in return (HA, HA HA)
Stay laughin, straight at you dog
Best believe, you wastin time
Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like
[Chorus: 1/2]
[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it
[Dave]
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
Livin it up off the pop hits
Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one
To give it up 'til you cop shit
Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that actright, but she got control
She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
Nigga you shootin blanks
Tryin to front like you got game
Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
But it's your wallet she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
You start payin for your time
She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend
(HA, HA HA) And you'll be left with dimes
While she fillin up
[Chorus]
[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it
[ad libs and chickenheads to fade]
[Chorus: Daniel Wallace]
Shopping bags they weigh down her arm
Popping tags and collars her charm
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
Manolo and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you
[Posdonus]
Yo she know you come to do it, so what'cha want
Candelight might flick at'cha
Put your credit card to it, she know what to flaunt
Her handle tight like a master
She used to taunt on the runway, yeah she's down to tree
The avenue like her catwalk
Struck a bit to the gunplay, that housing street
looks to die for, ask that chalk man for yo' hand
Spend it, you live to show
All the cash that you can burn
What you need is to end it, cause you give the dough
But get no ass back in return (HA, HA HA)
Stay laughin, straight at you dog
Best believe, you wastin time
Don't deny what's happenin, just clear the fog
And achieve you a peace line, yo it goes like
[Chorus: 1/2]
[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it
[Dave]
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
Livin it up off the pop hits
Like a dame on a Bond flick, she's not the one
To give it up 'til you cop shit
Just because she's stacked right, she got your soul
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that actright, but she got control
She say jump you scream, "OKAY! I'M RELOADED!"
Nigga you shootin blanks
Tryin to front like you got game
Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
But it's your wallet she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
You start payin for your time
She'll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend
(HA, HA HA) And you'll be left with dimes
While she fillin up
[Chorus]
[Daniel Wallace]
She got from you, she, sh-she, she got it
She got from you, she, sh-sh, sh-she got it
[ad libs and chickenheads to fade]
Grind Date lyrics - De La Soul
If the meek shall inherit the earth
and not the weak
let me inherit the street, fuck it
you know what I mean?
I mean I love life man, you know what I mean
life is beautiful, it's just the shit in it that's fucked up
it's rough but it's fair
people gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo
he hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
you feel me?
I'm a rhyme artist
out here tryin' to grind my hardest
up early so to milk the cow
keep my john deere out here plowin' the fields
to keep my john hancock's worth up in the now
went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts
positions is parta my mission to hangin' on top
gotta get your polly cracker or with them crackers
and them scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt
I'm hands on with it all up in my cuticles
some try to get off the farm but fell into harm
of gettin in the game of those street pharmaceuticals
but, I was raised in those blue collar themes
havin' white collar dreams cause I see what it means
and though the meek shall inherit the earth but don't forget
the poor are the ones who inherit the debt
you can bet I got better things to do than that
I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys
came on my land, seized my cattle, and catalog
as if it wouldn't leave me less than coy
but I'm far from bitter even farther from quittin'
got a grind date to make, no time for sittin'
and playin' xbox, stand up and exercise my rights
as of by seen of through masta's eye
it's the grind date
know what I'm sayin? I'm sick of askin' that
I mean, the street philosophy is that
I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the meat
at least I'm gonna have some kind of food and drink
because sometimes you can't come back
like momma said that if you need 5 cents don't ask for 3
ask for 10, that's for sure
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for that
I was born with the boom bap, respect the name
my hands on experience was hands on my first contract
taught me quick how to respect the game
introduced to the block, got used to the block
but your neighbors be the ones who throw shit on your lawn
it's like every single time we pop, they got annoyed
but we got ahead, and we got along
and puttin' work on the calendars, worse on them calendars
worth of hump days that broke the camel's back
the grind'll make today look gray
and paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black
meet the rhyme, street grind, son whatever the beast
I'm a take it at the horns till the pinky toe torn
and show you why we here this long
cause when it comes to puttin' in work
once again it's on
I'm just like everybody else man
an average nigga with above average potential
you know what I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman
I'm sayin that I know how to act like a gentleman
in order to get the things that I need
and if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do that
This ain't no accident, we stayin' here
You damn right I am proud of myself man
and I'm proud of my team man
I don't want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real?
I don't have sex with people I do business with neither
and that's the real
but I do do business with people that I have sex with
so if there ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on
cause I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, that's word
and not the weak
let me inherit the street, fuck it
you know what I mean?
I mean I love life man, you know what I mean
life is beautiful, it's just the shit in it that's fucked up
it's rough but it's fair
people gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo
he hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
you feel me?
I'm a rhyme artist
out here tryin' to grind my hardest
up early so to milk the cow
keep my john deere out here plowin' the fields
to keep my john hancock's worth up in the now
went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts
positions is parta my mission to hangin' on top
gotta get your polly cracker or with them crackers
and them scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt
I'm hands on with it all up in my cuticles
some try to get off the farm but fell into harm
of gettin in the game of those street pharmaceuticals
but, I was raised in those blue collar themes
havin' white collar dreams cause I see what it means
and though the meek shall inherit the earth but don't forget
the poor are the ones who inherit the debt
you can bet I got better things to do than that
I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys
came on my land, seized my cattle, and catalog
as if it wouldn't leave me less than coy
but I'm far from bitter even farther from quittin'
got a grind date to make, no time for sittin'
and playin' xbox, stand up and exercise my rights
as of by seen of through masta's eye
it's the grind date
know what I'm sayin? I'm sick of askin' that
I mean, the street philosophy is that
I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the meat
at least I'm gonna have some kind of food and drink
because sometimes you can't come back
like momma said that if you need 5 cents don't ask for 3
ask for 10, that's for sure
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for that
I was born with the boom bap, respect the name
my hands on experience was hands on my first contract
taught me quick how to respect the game
introduced to the block, got used to the block
but your neighbors be the ones who throw shit on your lawn
it's like every single time we pop, they got annoyed
but we got ahead, and we got along
and puttin' work on the calendars, worse on them calendars
worth of hump days that broke the camel's back
the grind'll make today look gray
and paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black
meet the rhyme, street grind, son whatever the beast
I'm a take it at the horns till the pinky toe torn
and show you why we here this long
cause when it comes to puttin' in work
once again it's on
I'm just like everybody else man
an average nigga with above average potential
you know what I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman
I'm sayin that I know how to act like a gentleman
in order to get the things that I need
and if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do that
This ain't no accident, we stayin' here
You damn right I am proud of myself man
and I'm proud of my team man
I don't want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real?
I don't have sex with people I do business with neither
and that's the real
but I do do business with people that I have sex with
so if there ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on
cause I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, that's word
Church lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Spike Lee)
[Spoken Intro: Spike Lee]
Peace - this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
A.k.a. De La, a.k.a. The Plugs
We're about to get in this song, "Church"
A.k.a. "It's Reality"!
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo, wake up! Wipe the sleep from ya eyecracks
It's time to focus y'all, fix ya I-MAX
In other words, listen to the brother's words
Ingest these anecdotes with HOPE
and ya ass, may learn how to COPE
It's not always good just to get by
Who's coverin' ya stakes when ya bet high?
You're cha-sin', cars, clothes and rocks
Identify with the goods you got
Make sure it's V-S-One, not
and perfect, leavin' you one clear
I really don't care to see ya tattoos there
I'd rather see you graduate the school year
Black folk, go put a book in ya face
But first give the hook a taste
Bring the preacher in!
[Hook]
Heal! Heal, y'all!
We comin' healin'! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal! Heal, y'all!
We comin' healin'! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
[Verse 2]
It's a sick world that we live in, let some tell it
Some put it in books, some yell it
You need to make your own choice, be your own voice
Set ya soap-box up, let your talk fight
Pull ya socks up, get ya walk right
Or the chalk might outline ya one day
You oughta try steppin' outside you one day
You circle round yourself like you the answer
To the question of your inner son
But keep ya falsehoods to a minimum (minimum [echoes])
We all need a little church
A life update, keyword - update
If they don't serve change, don't bite the bait
Instead'a givin' you a share, servin' you a dish
I lead you to the water, show you how to fish
Ain't nothin' wrong makin' that bread wid'it
But don't let the bread get to ya head, geddit?
Admit it, when you can't stand alone
I wanna stand up, give all the pretend up
And get a full blast of my demands of
the rhyme runner said the man's come
There's something in our words that reveal (reveal [echoes])
Sho 'nough real!
[Hook]
Heal y'all! We come to heal!
So let it heal you!{It's real!} It's real!
(It's real!) It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal y'all! We gonna heal it!
So let it heal! {It's real!} It's real!
{It's real!} So real!
It's realer than real, for real, for real
[Verse 3]
The early bird gets the worm in this rotten apple
But explore deep and you will the find the seed
Plant more ether, get your mind free
We roll passsionate, put your lights last in it
You're holdin fear too close, unfasten it!
And like old age invades youth
Invade falseness with truth
Replace rebelling with rebirth
Face new dwelling, that's your turf
Lean back and put your feet up on the sofa
Relax! (Relax! [echoes]) learn how to punch back
And do your work to the max
The payoff's much sweeter than the payback
Even the haysack needle wouldn't play that
So let's pray at, church (church [echoes])
[Hook]
Heal! Heal, y'all!
We comin' healin'! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal y'all! We comin' healin'!
So let it heal! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
[Backing Singers]
[Repeat until beat fades]
Realityyyyyyy!
Realityyyyyyy-eeeeeeeeeee-reeeeaaall!
[harmonizing and clapping to fade]
[Spoken outro]
You know what I mean? Rap outsold crack
You know, so rap....or hip-hop culture
however you wanna dice it, you know what I'm sayin'
it's the most powerful drug there is, man
it changed corporate America, it changed the way you feel about me
it change the way I, I do my thing now
Busta was the one who came out, on the award show and said that
hip-hop provides jobs for people who don't even love the shit
I mean, come one man, I mean what else is there to say?!
Peace - this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
A.k.a. De La, a.k.a. The Plugs
We're about to get in this song, "Church"
A.k.a. "It's Reality"!
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo, wake up! Wipe the sleep from ya eyecracks
It's time to focus y'all, fix ya I-MAX
In other words, listen to the brother's words
Ingest these anecdotes with HOPE
and ya ass, may learn how to COPE
It's not always good just to get by
Who's coverin' ya stakes when ya bet high?
You're cha-sin', cars, clothes and rocks
Identify with the goods you got
Make sure it's V-S-One, not
and perfect, leavin' you one clear
I really don't care to see ya tattoos there
I'd rather see you graduate the school year
Black folk, go put a book in ya face
But first give the hook a taste
Bring the preacher in!
[Hook]
Heal! Heal, y'all!
We comin' healin'! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal! Heal, y'all!
We comin' healin'! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
[Verse 2]
It's a sick world that we live in, let some tell it
Some put it in books, some yell it
You need to make your own choice, be your own voice
Set ya soap-box up, let your talk fight
Pull ya socks up, get ya walk right
Or the chalk might outline ya one day
You oughta try steppin' outside you one day
You circle round yourself like you the answer
To the question of your inner son
But keep ya falsehoods to a minimum (minimum [echoes])
We all need a little church
A life update, keyword - update
If they don't serve change, don't bite the bait
Instead'a givin' you a share, servin' you a dish
I lead you to the water, show you how to fish
Ain't nothin' wrong makin' that bread wid'it
But don't let the bread get to ya head, geddit?
Admit it, when you can't stand alone
I wanna stand up, give all the pretend up
And get a full blast of my demands of
the rhyme runner said the man's come
There's something in our words that reveal (reveal [echoes])
Sho 'nough real!
[Hook]
Heal y'all! We come to heal!
So let it heal you!{It's real!} It's real!
(It's real!) It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal y'all! We gonna heal it!
So let it heal! {It's real!} It's real!
{It's real!} So real!
It's realer than real, for real, for real
[Verse 3]
The early bird gets the worm in this rotten apple
But explore deep and you will the find the seed
Plant more ether, get your mind free
We roll passsionate, put your lights last in it
You're holdin fear too close, unfasten it!
And like old age invades youth
Invade falseness with truth
Replace rebelling with rebirth
Face new dwelling, that's your turf
Lean back and put your feet up on the sofa
Relax! (Relax! [echoes]) learn how to punch back
And do your work to the max
The payoff's much sweeter than the payback
Even the haysack needle wouldn't play that
So let's pray at, church (church [echoes])
[Hook]
Heal! Heal, y'all!
We comin' healin'! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal y'all! We comin' healin'!
So let it heal! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
[Backing Singers]
[Repeat until beat fades]
Realityyyyyyy!
Realityyyyyyy-eeeeeeeeeee-reeeeaaall!
[harmonizing and clapping to fade]
[Spoken outro]
You know what I mean? Rap outsold crack
You know, so rap....or hip-hop culture
however you wanna dice it, you know what I'm sayin'
it's the most powerful drug there is, man
it changed corporate America, it changed the way you feel about me
it change the way I, I do my thing now
Busta was the one who came out, on the award show and said that
hip-hop provides jobs for people who don't even love the shit
I mean, come one man, I mean what else is there to say?!
It's Like That lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Carl Thomas)
[Dave]
It's like, New York without a New York yanks
Better yet, New York without the New York franks
It's like hot summers without no A.C
Or never hitting numbers when you go to A.C
It's like six years of your life, go ask Rob
I'm like "Yo how is it?" he like "It's like hard"
Trying for that queen but you nothing but a man
You wanna keep it clean but you can't
Why it gotta be, like, that
And what the life, see life is like a J shot
Shooters son, they got
One point one second, you half court
I'm feeling the adrenaline like you half court
Like pink slips and dipping these ink tips to paper
Imagine if we fuck around and lose Hip-hop
Imagine if it didn't exist
Imagine nothing shining your wrist
See, imagining to you is a risk
But think about it, like no chrome rims
And tims would be construction boots (ill)
We probably wouldn't even substitute (ill)
For words we use defining our likes
I'm coal mining these mics
To keep that gold nugget like Dave Megget
Giant like a motherfucker, like Dave said it
But ya ain't listening, ya paper gon' stack
Why it gotta be like that?
That, dadadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dat
Dat, dadadat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Just running, running, fast as I can
I'm trying to be a person but I gotta be the man
If I, can't stand the life that I'm in
I gotta keep running ‘cause I'm still gon' win
Yes I got to go on (it's like that, it's like that)
Yes I got to go on (it's like that, it's like that)
[Posdonus]
It's like, Slick Rick without the eye patch
More like, saying slick shit you won't catch
It's like bed time without your PJ's
Or no fed timing in out the PJ's
It's like, one minute you got it, then you broke
Like what I do with it? I copped a few with it
Looking like a problem, but you won't get it solved
You working but you won't get the job
It's like, who would of thought (thought)
It you would of bought (bought)
Into my religion you'd be more like God
But you were steady swimming so you more like cod
See these fools is fish scale, converting to ish male
See I see it like, A alike, B alike
I was taught, if you play alike, be alike
How they don't see it for one to go pop
And this is how you treat Hip-hop?
Imagine if you didn't have that phantom chrome sitting on a curb nigga
The word nigga wouldn't be a bit disturbing nigga
See them roots are like begging for the rain
You entering my kingdom just a begging for the reign
Putting shit stain to paper
Ink pain feeling like fifty-five licks on a slave niggaz back
And not a one of y'all stopping to hate
But why it gotta be like that?
That, dadadat, dadat, dat, dat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dat, dat
Dadadat, dadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat, dat
[Chorus x2]
It's like, New York without a New York yanks
Better yet, New York without the New York franks
It's like hot summers without no A.C
Or never hitting numbers when you go to A.C
It's like six years of your life, go ask Rob
I'm like "Yo how is it?" he like "It's like hard"
Trying for that queen but you nothing but a man
You wanna keep it clean but you can't
Why it gotta be, like, that
And what the life, see life is like a J shot
Shooters son, they got
One point one second, you half court
I'm feeling the adrenaline like you half court
Like pink slips and dipping these ink tips to paper
Imagine if we fuck around and lose Hip-hop
Imagine if it didn't exist
Imagine nothing shining your wrist
See, imagining to you is a risk
But think about it, like no chrome rims
And tims would be construction boots (ill)
We probably wouldn't even substitute (ill)
For words we use defining our likes
I'm coal mining these mics
To keep that gold nugget like Dave Megget
Giant like a motherfucker, like Dave said it
But ya ain't listening, ya paper gon' stack
Why it gotta be like that?
That, dadadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dadat, dat
Dat, dadadat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Just running, running, fast as I can
I'm trying to be a person but I gotta be the man
If I, can't stand the life that I'm in
I gotta keep running ‘cause I'm still gon' win
Yes I got to go on (it's like that, it's like that)
Yes I got to go on (it's like that, it's like that)
[Posdonus]
It's like, Slick Rick without the eye patch
More like, saying slick shit you won't catch
It's like bed time without your PJ's
Or no fed timing in out the PJ's
It's like, one minute you got it, then you broke
Like what I do with it? I copped a few with it
Looking like a problem, but you won't get it solved
You working but you won't get the job
It's like, who would of thought (thought)
It you would of bought (bought)
Into my religion you'd be more like God
But you were steady swimming so you more like cod
See these fools is fish scale, converting to ish male
See I see it like, A alike, B alike
I was taught, if you play alike, be alike
How they don't see it for one to go pop
And this is how you treat Hip-hop?
Imagine if you didn't have that phantom chrome sitting on a curb nigga
The word nigga wouldn't be a bit disturbing nigga
See them roots are like begging for the rain
You entering my kingdom just a begging for the reign
Putting shit stain to paper
Ink pain feeling like fifty-five licks on a slave niggaz back
And not a one of y'all stopping to hate
But why it gotta be like that?
That, dadadat, dadat, dat, dat, dadat, dat, dadadat, dat, dat
Dadadat, dadat, dadadat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dat, dadat, dadat, dat
[Chorus x2]
He Comes lyrics - De La Soul (feat. Ghostface)
"Oh, whaddya know? He comes"
[Posdonus]
Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown
Drown you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin
To all - rise and shine - give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to Bert & Cory
And still got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days
My ways of control is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind
Sorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint's mine
Dis-play your indie but say no -
- more or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo
- to the dirt - and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win
Scores to settle, crews to crush
You rush right in to see him do it with a smile
It's Long Isle y'all, longevity sustainin my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all
I was told to step righteous, so when it's done
everyone will say I stepped right
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light
"A few short words, and whaddya know?"
"Oh, whaddya know? He comes"
[Dave]
Aiyyo I'm up against these walls, here's my back stiff straight up
Dazzle and razzlin broads like I'm little Juan Magic
Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop
Top drama every time these commas don't drop
Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth
to shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick - overlapped and hooded
Skin repeated like Stutterin John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet
in a place she believes, much better than your lies
She say she lookin better in my eyes, bullshit!
Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin to fuck
I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby
I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me
Bifocusedly die hopeless sometimes
Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time
When God is an non pos', you stand to download
Demanded like slaves on trial - we want free
Man cock aim ready, it's time you MC
So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti runs
through my veins since cable with the wired remote
Woodgrainin like you wired his float
[Interlude: Ghostface]
C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so original
[Ghost] You heard?
[Interlude]
[Ghostface Killah]
Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers
Bitin is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny - boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men
with dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
and just lay whooptay whooptay?
Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude's toupee
Since tunin into T-La Rock'n AJ
Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls you can go cruisin in my OJ
"A few short words, and whaddya know?"
"Oh, whaddya know? He comes"
[Posdonus]
Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown
Drown you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin
To all - rise and shine - give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to Bert & Cory
And still got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days
My ways of control is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind
Sorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint's mine
Dis-play your indie but say no -
- more or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo
- to the dirt - and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win
Scores to settle, crews to crush
You rush right in to see him do it with a smile
It's Long Isle y'all, longevity sustainin my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all
I was told to step righteous, so when it's done
everyone will say I stepped right
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light
"A few short words, and whaddya know?"
"Oh, whaddya know? He comes"
[Dave]
Aiyyo I'm up against these walls, here's my back stiff straight up
Dazzle and razzlin broads like I'm little Juan Magic
Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop
Top drama every time these commas don't drop
Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net worth
to shoot the rock homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick - overlapped and hooded
Skin repeated like Stutterin John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this poor life pop, put to Scarlet
in a place she believes, much better than your lies
She say she lookin better in my eyes, bullshit!
Same crock she done ran to duck, crammin to fuck
I put the pudding on her like Bill Cosby
I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me
Bifocusedly die hopeless sometimes
Yo cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time
When God is an non pos', you stand to download
Demanded like slaves on trial - we want free
Man cock aim ready, it's time you MC
So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti runs
through my veins since cable with the wired remote
Woodgrainin like you wired his float
[Interlude: Ghostface]
C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so original
[Ghost] You heard?
[Interlude]
[Ghostface Killah]
Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers
Bitin is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny - boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men
with dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
Cutmaster kill 'em, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
and just lay whooptay whooptay?
Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude's toupee
Since tunin into T-La Rock'n AJ
Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls you can go cruisin in my OJ
"A few short words, and whaddya know?"
"Oh, whaddya know? He comes"
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