De La Soul

[fox69]

"View"

"View"


[Pos]
Yo.. we bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down)
Yo! We bout to get it (get it) get it (get it)
get it (get it) get on down (down) down (down)
Yo!

[Chorus: Pos]
We run it, HOT! When we over the drums
To the, TOP! Cause the bottom we're from
We got the, DROP! On your weekend crew
cause you're full-time talkin while we peepin your view

[Pos]
Rahubat[?], you know my name
I run my humbleness with fame
God-body, nuttin plain
while you claimin shepherd that you heard this
you, heard this on day first
Watch my man, he'll make it worse
Ain't no new click, we still Native

[Dove]
Clothes knit, stitched tight, related
that's the way we handle it
Pin us up or mantle it
We on fire you candle lit
Daydreamin, on a rack
Get bought worn and brought back
We sport rhyme thought real tight

[Pos]
to gain sizes much bigger
Life life well, get mail filled with
checks from sales we deliver

[Dove]
Spend a little, make a little
I want it big like white boy wallets
Credit delievered, Fed-Excellent
To my dot com, we on the web like Charlotte's
Hornet, back her up, she too much on it
Your plastic ass'll get swiped
past the limit see you the type
to get yo' cosmetics smeared on pillows all night

[Chorus]

[Pos]
while we peepin your view
while we, peepin your view
We got they eyes on lock
Let them flock to your wit while I spit after you

[Dove]
Look ma, I'm still rhymin
Baby boy still providin
Breakin bread in four states
Makin these struggles get gone
Private eyes, I see y'all spyin
You watch while I clock
Fertilize my brain data
Makin accounts grow green like the front lawns

[Pos]
Yo I may be old school
but I'm not no old fool
Heard out your mouth words flee
bout "These niggaz ain't nice"
You just barbershop talkin
while we round the world walkin
B, you ain't D.M.C.
You slip and fall on my ice
No lyin, straight shinin
I give you supper from my upper diamond
You got limbs so climb in

[Dove]
Yo, soak up what you find-in
We too pure for you to try
You sniffin maybe's and if's

[Pos]
And if "if" was a spliff
Man we'd all be hiiiiiiiiigh-iiiiiigh.. iiiggghhhhh..

[Dove]
.. but it's not, so sober up
You flashin out like you paparaz'
You'll need to take a liver shot
to feel the heat on how we runnin it, YO

[Chorus x1.75 minus last line, 2nd time]

[Pos]
cause you're full time talkin while we, while we
while we lettin you know I'm in a
certified rhyme meadow for days
If you ask Mercenary bout this shit, it pays
Hitting Willie Mays style out the park
Mastering in this (Art) that's (Official)
Your ears absorb this like tears, on a tissue
cause my thoughts are dollar bill crisp
Distinct like E-Double's lisp
L.I. alumni, wonder why I got it
Got it? Get a piece
Got product that you all should own and not lease
Some say drummers play synonymous with ill
with wordplay, that keep us all paid like a bill
We're the parent company
You the sub in my D-I-vision
You don't know how.. [words fade out]

 

[fox69]

"Vocabulary Spills"

"Vocabulary Spills"


("Nasty, ain't it?") Uh-huh.. two times
I'm the D to the... yeah

{"Vocabulary spills I'm ill - plus matic
I leave your brains stimulated" - [Nas]}

[Dave:]
Yo, I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my loss
So I can earn the acres the houses and the horses
Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is the apex, uh-huh
Much too complex, effects be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the bull
And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
Fazin those who're supposed to have the last laugh
Even when I'm gone I'm reappearin in the af'
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champagne hoes
Taste the quarter pound from here to New York
Don't swine, don't eat no pork~! Who am I?
The D to the...

("Do it again")
("Nasty, ain't it?")
Hey, I'm the P to the..
{"I leave your brains stimulated" - [Nas]}

[Posdnuos:]
Yep, I'm the most, coast, Eastern flav'
Droppin more knowledge than litter on your New York pave'
It's me, wonder why, place to be
Certified, as superior, MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for, wack MC's to even step inside the door
of rap, rhyme-y sometime
When we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see
the lyrical killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like black death rates
Over music plates, being played as the rule
Kids thinking stepping to the crew, you're labelled fools
who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching
We don't give a shit on what crew you run, or what section of earth
you reside, you're not even a man, nigga!
Yo, you not even a man, nigga
And I'm a man, cause my man said Soul for the life
You cried "Keepin it real", you should try keepin it right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Leaves the currency in temporary world status
And when one shows he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero
If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from
And I'm the P to the...

 

[fox69]

"Voodoo Circus"

"Voodoo Circus"


[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!

 

[fox69]

"Watch Out"
(feat. Pariquo Fernandez)

"Watch Out"
(feat. Pariquo Fernandez)



[1]
[Speaking Spanish]
WATCH OUT!
[Speaking Spanish]
WATCH OUT!
[Speaking Spanish]
WATCH OUT!
[Speaking Spanish]

[Verse 1]
Get up and do the biz, our style is the wild
Hit you with a spell whether Jew or gen-tile
When you enterin' the realm
You find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex
Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that wanna spar
You wanna see it no matter who you are
Yeah I'm bound to ground you like that
Put they ass on a mound and introduce em' to a baseball
Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex
Text book characters gettin' etched out to rough draft
Rush Limbaugh autograph her left titty
New Yor, New York yeah we bigger than the buildings
Do it for the love of the art and the childrens
And throw paper machet inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Allergic to ya sperm broke hives
Concerned about ya life when ya down eight lives
Top of the night I'm up in queens like ah yeah

[Repeat 1]

[Verse 2]
Introducin' introducin' to you Dave
Batter on deck, carded every time I set foot in the joint
Cabaret artist I'll two piece ya tray
If she wanna get vamped, bring her to the tent
Touch her till her back indents
Wrap it extra strength
Run a lap on her calculatin' the length
Holdin' mics tighter than hymens
Old school it like Holly-Hobby, Head-to-Head, Easy Bake Oven
Strong Jerome lovin' man I hit the pack
Panther power keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like I'm rockin' Popeye jeans
Classic like Reuben and Rah
One nigga under the groove we shootin' for that Parliament high
Plus bigger than the fourth of July
Take the back seat drive out
Hey yo, hey yo ain't nothin' street about me more like a light post
Sinin' above all who are y'all to boast
Stayed calm and all came to me to host
My vocab grabs many, long to cultivate raps
It's gettin' filled moms jack penny
It used to be unknown around the way
Now my bix became a bouqet
Every nose in it, fillin' up seats like a session in a Senate
Been a minute since ya heard the souls
So the soul gon' cost ya three
All ya people wanna front like the soul don't hold control
But it don't mean shit to me
Plain to see that a song like this been what ya all missed
Come on, genuine adrenaline from off the wrists
We run the interference throughout the game clout
Can't be denied the bout for the title
Throw up ya guns and hold the pose like an idol
Bring it back to the draw
Ghosts of grand wiz Theodore
Played dirty with ever since played on the floor
Stop verbal assaults just in case a war break out
Steal vaults bigger than giraffes
But they still got a lot for me
Heard em' say alot of nigga with the underground
They'd die for the underground but ain't makin' no money
Stupid

 

[fox69]

"We Made It"
(feat. Kinny)

"We Made It"
(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..)

 

[fox69]

"We O.D."

"We O.D."


[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

 

[fox69]

"Weed #1 - Pharoahe Monch"
(feat. Pharoahe Monch)

"Weed #1 - Pharoahe Monch"
(feat. Pharoahe Monch)



[Announcer]
Hey hip-hoppers, tired of that old trend of ghostwriters?
Well here's the newest sensation that's sweepin the nation!
[needle drags] [gong sounds] Ghost weed!
Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!
Hey ballers, ballettes, thugs, chickenheads!
Take a listen to how ghost weed
will help you kick it like your favorite rapper
Just a couple of hits and.. [inhales] it's GANGSTER!

Watch how we secretly sabotaged this cypher with ghost weed..

Whatever, nah.. just step back off
Let me get some
I got Pharoahe Monch, I'ma do it
Yo you gonna fuck that shit up man
I got that kid like WHOA, I'm sayin UHH!
Yo you need to take some more son
Yo I take another hit.. [inhales]
(Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Aoooowwww shiiit.. ahhh..
That's that fire shit yo!
Yo y'all gonna let me get busy and all that?
Yo, aight, I wanna.. I wanna hear you rhyme
You wanna hear me rhyme?
You might sound nice cause I'm high now but
UHH! Check my ad lib, UHH!
Yeah, aight word, yeah okay
Yeah, I'm ready, drop that beat

[Pharoahe Monch]
How many niggaz who will actually kill still rhymin?
How many niggaz who are actually signed still killin? ..
.. and when it comes to killin a mic, they ain't willin
and I'm supposed to be shook? That's the shit that kills me
Take a bullet for X in the ballroom and then vanish
Extinguish the sun when I drew, play pool with the planets
Triskadekaphobia lyrics, outlandish
My shit straight from the soul, god damnit
It's the one time only, vernacular original
Spectacular miraculous flow, computer digital
I ridicule the pitiful, piss upon the miniscule
Pharoahe Monch, better park that ass like municipal

Yo, you ripped that
You ripped that shit kid, killed it!
That was dope, that was dope
He kinda had that yo, he kinda had that
Nah man, it did not sound like Pharoahe
Hey, you need to congratulate
It was the WEED.. it was the trees
You need to congratulate, knahmsayin?
Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!

 

[fox69]

"Weed #2 - Phife Dawg"
(feat. Phife Dawg)

"Weed #2 - Phife Dawg"
(feat. Phife Dawg)



[announcer]
Still not convinced about Ghost Weed?
Well check this out!

Yo I'm sayin...oh yeah, aight, yo, I can do anybody
(Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Do one of them Tribe niggas
Listen, name somebody, I bet you
Phife....Phife Dawg
Yo, I sound just like him... Phife Dawg, watch!
Aight, I'm 'bout to do this
Yo, whatever, just show me aight, just show me
I'ma show you something else too
but right now I'm 'bout to show you Phife, you heard me?
Alright here we go
You know what just, somebody hit the beat

[Phife]
L-Y-R to the I-C-S
Niggas still fussin' 'bout who be the best
When Diggy Dog bounce through I put all that to rest ..
.. anyone try test I put two in they chest
Quest or no Quest I leave venue's a mess
Don't ask me to colab', me and you don't mesh
I stay fresh from the fresh, never frontin' or fess
In the name of J Christ all mics'll get blessed
Peep how I posess flavor, style, finesse
Microphones, honeys, two things I caress
To all you fake jiggy niggas, still not impressed
Queens, I rep' it to the fully, you'd think I own the Mets

What, know I'm Phife, Phife nigga, what
You know how I know you ain't Phife?
You'da said you own the Knicks or somethin'
Listen man I'm sayin', it's sports it's what I'm just doin'
I'm sayin', it don't matter, that's not the point
That shit is wack, impostor yo
I sound like Phife

 

[fox69]

"Weed #3 - Black Thought"
(feat. Black Thought)

"Weed #3 - Black Thought"
(feat. Black Thought)



[Announcer]
And you thought ghost weed was only for the thugs?
Hey hoe! (What?) Yeaaaaah you hoe! (Oh yeah me true true)
You can be down too!

Yo yo, whatever to that
I got this Thought shit right here yo, Black Thought
I got that shit DOWN PAT
Check hold on hold on let me hit that [inhales]
(Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Got that Thought shit yo, yo bust it bust it
Bout to freak that shit

[Black Thought]
Check me out yo, yo, check it out
Uhh, as we descend upon the city of schemes
See the image fadin into view from a black screen
A frail grandmother pack a heavy mac-teen
We fiend slash machines in the struggle and things ..
.. bloody denim scuff knuckle and things
Sucker-punchin fake rappers forcin me to take it to the extreme
Oh you real son well whattayou mean?
How you real when you hustlin dreams?
How you feel like you fuckin with me?
Now burn the 5th Militia flame-thrower
The mic soldier, takin things over
You're not sober, consider thinking things over, relax
We bout to spit it all over the track, yo

What can't have any girl doin Black Thought
(Ghost weeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!)
Don't even listen to him, don't sweat it
Word yo!

[Announcer]
Ghost weed, it's not like WOW, it's like WHOA!

[Disclaimer]
Ghost weed has been brought to you by Whack Tobacc' incorporated
A subsidiary of move your ass products
Remember when using ghost weed
be sure to apply the puff-puff-pass or brain damage may occur
Results of our product do not include platinum plaques
Void were prohibited

 

[fox69]

"What The Fuck #1"

"What The Fuck #1"


[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