De La Soul
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- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
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"I Am I Be"
"I Am I Be"
[Verse 1]
I am Posdnous
I be the new generation of slaves
here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes
the pile of revenue I create
But I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late
Product of a North Carolina cat
who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie
Who departed life just a little too soon
and didn't see me grab the Plug Tune fame
As we go a little somethin' like this
look ma, no protection
Now I got a daughter named Ayana Monay
And I can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
so the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay
I am an early bird but the feathers are black
so the apples that I catch are usually all worms
But it's a must to decipher one's queen
from a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ
I cherish the twilight
I maximize, my soul is the right size
I watch for the power to run out on the moon
(And that'll be sometime soon)
Faker than a fist of kids
speakin that they're black
When they're just niggas trying to be Greek
Or some tongues who lied
and said "We'll be natives to the end"
Nowadays we don't even speak
I guess we got our own life to live
Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule?
Every now and then I step to the now
for now I see back then I might have acted like a fool
Now I won't apologize for it
This is not a bunch of Bradys
but a bunch of black man's pride
Yet I can safely say
I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside
I've always walked the right side of the road
If I wasn't making song I wouldn't be a thug selling drugs
But a man with a plan
and if I was a rug cleaner
betcha Pos'd have the cleanest rugs I am.
[Verse 2]
The Plug Two brand with the flavour
in the flute watch the sniffin'
so a sack of shows in demand
I read the diction from the second page
I got the one-two gauge
baritone to the izm fan
Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink
So let me need ya to my ems go
I push the infinite and carry it
My carrier's the three over one
so my pluggins already know
Lick shots with moo
catch the boo
from a ghost in the heckling crowd
if I give a foot
Jack Ville caught a spill
when a still came from my mouth
I brought a head down south
I don't check for the noose and the neck
So I never tell my ems
that finesse is knocking at my door
I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun
and dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore
I bring the element H with the 2
so ya owe me what's coming when I'm raining on your new parade
It's just mind over matter
and what matters is
that the mind isn't guided by the punished shade
I keep the walking on the right side
but I won't judge the next who handles walking on the wrong
Cuz that's how he wants to be
No difference, see
I wanna be like the name of this song I am
[Verse 3]
I am Posdnous
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes
the pile of revenue I create
but I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late
The deeds of a natural
are seeds that are no longer planted
so the famine in the mind is strong
Tactics of another plane is now proven sane
Sane enough to let you know from within this song
I stabilize many cableized viewers
So my occupation's known
But not why I occupy
And that is to bring the peace
not in the flower but the As-Salaam Alaikum in the third I am
"I Am I Be"
[Verse 1]
I am Posdnous
I be the new generation of slaves
here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes
the pile of revenue I create
But I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late
Product of a North Carolina cat
who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie
Who departed life just a little too soon
and didn't see me grab the Plug Tune fame
As we go a little somethin' like this
look ma, no protection
Now I got a daughter named Ayana Monay
And I can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
so the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay
I am an early bird but the feathers are black
so the apples that I catch are usually all worms
But it's a must to decipher one's queen
from a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ
I cherish the twilight
I maximize, my soul is the right size
I watch for the power to run out on the moon
(And that'll be sometime soon)
Faker than a fist of kids
speakin that they're black
When they're just niggas trying to be Greek
Or some tongues who lied
and said "We'll be natives to the end"
Nowadays we don't even speak
I guess we got our own life to live
Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule?
Every now and then I step to the now
for now I see back then I might have acted like a fool
Now I won't apologize for it
This is not a bunch of Bradys
but a bunch of black man's pride
Yet I can safely say
I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside
I've always walked the right side of the road
If I wasn't making song I wouldn't be a thug selling drugs
But a man with a plan
and if I was a rug cleaner
betcha Pos'd have the cleanest rugs I am.
[Verse 2]
The Plug Two brand with the flavour
in the flute watch the sniffin'
so a sack of shows in demand
I read the diction from the second page
I got the one-two gauge
baritone to the izm fan
Trees fall so I can play ground with my ink
So let me need ya to my ems go
I push the infinite and carry it
My carrier's the three over one
so my pluggins already know
Lick shots with moo
catch the boo
from a ghost in the heckling crowd
if I give a foot
Jack Ville caught a spill
when a still came from my mouth
I brought a head down south
I don't check for the noose and the neck
So I never tell my ems
that finesse is knocking at my door
I choose to run from the rays of the burning sun
and dodge a needle washing up upon a sandy shore
I bring the element H with the 2
so ya owe me what's coming when I'm raining on your new parade
It's just mind over matter
and what matters is
that the mind isn't guided by the punished shade
I keep the walking on the right side
but I won't judge the next who handles walking on the wrong
Cuz that's how he wants to be
No difference, see
I wanna be like the name of this song I am
[Verse 3]
I am Posdnous
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes
the pile of revenue I create
but I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late
The deeds of a natural
are seeds that are no longer planted
so the famine in the mind is strong
Tactics of another plane is now proven sane
Sane enough to let you know from within this song
I stabilize many cableized viewers
So my occupation's known
But not why I occupy
And that is to bring the peace
not in the flower but the As-Salaam Alaikum in the third I am
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"I Can Do Anything (Delacratic)"
"I Can Do Anything (Delacratic)"
(It's Delacratic)
If I want to I could jump off this building.
(It's Delacratic)
I could hold two pieces of doo-doo in my hand.
(It's Delacratic)
I could call everybody in that room a rubberneck.
(It's Delacratic)
Come on, please?
(It's Delacratic)
I can say anything that I want.
(It's Delacratic)
I could wave my hand in my air.
(It's Delacratic)
I could stick my hand up my nose.
(It's Delacratic)
I could hold my foot and count to three.
(It's Delacratic)
I can do anything.
(Possie? Dovie? Masie?)
(Pass my bag.)
"I Can Do Anything (Delacratic)"
(It's Delacratic)
If I want to I could jump off this building.
(It's Delacratic)
I could hold two pieces of doo-doo in my hand.
(It's Delacratic)
I could call everybody in that room a rubberneck.
(It's Delacratic)
Come on, please?
(It's Delacratic)
I can say anything that I want.
(It's Delacratic)
I could wave my hand in my air.
(It's Delacratic)
I could stick my hand up my nose.
(It's Delacratic)
I could hold my foot and count to three.
(It's Delacratic)
I can do anything.
(Possie? Dovie? Masie?)
(Pass my bag.)
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"I Can't Call It"
"I Can't Call It"
[Intro:]
Yeah yo
[Hook:]
To all my thrillas on the east (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas on the west (I can't call it) [scratched] "Hello"
To all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it)
You're bearing witness to the best (I can't call it) [scratched] "Hello"
[Pos:]
Now other kids tried to be pros
Well I'm protein
And real live inserted inside rap and soul fiends
There's a million MC's in the world tonight
Who's not gettin' down cause they know them Stakes got High
And them Stakes got High cause yo that's how it is man
I'll take the Markie up outta the Biz
Just to hang up place the name onto headline
"Appearing live De La Soul" first up to shine
It be me
While I arose from the shores from Long Isle
While little girls sport swollen stomachs like they in style
While their man hairline recedes cause they fashion from dust
That's why we all lust to live and ah live to lust
(I send a scream to my nigga Busta Bust)
Down down will be some intricate word play comin' around
I'm not gay but I'm quick to say Mase is my man
We done rocked from NY to Osocka Japan
(From Osocka Japan) I land back in NY
So don't test the world travelers we off to apply
Cash the check cuase we knows the D
Peace to all them MC's who got a child and record companies to feed
[Hook:]
So all my thrillas over seas (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas makin' G's (I can't call it) [scratched] "Hello"
[Maseo:]
(First tell 'em your name)
Introducing doctor Oman to your section
(And what you come here for?)
To say these rhymes in your direction
See your selection keep me frownin' crown you niggas (true dat)
Shared a bottle with my crew and takin' swiggas (who dat?)
Ain't no need to said no names we just revealin'
That my family keeps on top like a ceiling
Dealin' like a gamble ain't no ramble or roast
(I heard you showerin' shit from coast to coast)
So how you call it when you niggas alcohol it?
I be calm in the corner soothing stress like a sauna
Gonna (gonna) take my time (my time)
To raise my (Hey Young World)
Inspired by Rick and Vance Wright
Trying not to boogie with the devil take my lessons just to keep my dance tight
Phatter (fatter) than a waist 55 on the mic
And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like
And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like
Self expression makes it health for self aiight [x3]
[Hook:]
To all my thrillas in the north (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas down south (I can't call it)
And all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it)
We about to be the hell out (I can't call it) [scratched] "hello"
[scratched] "I really had a ball"
"I Can't Call It"
[Intro:]
Yeah yo
[Hook:]
To all my thrillas on the east (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas on the west (I can't call it) [scratched] "Hello"
To all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it)
You're bearing witness to the best (I can't call it) [scratched] "Hello"
[Pos:]
Now other kids tried to be pros
Well I'm protein
And real live inserted inside rap and soul fiends
There's a million MC's in the world tonight
Who's not gettin' down cause they know them Stakes got High
And them Stakes got High cause yo that's how it is man
I'll take the Markie up outta the Biz
Just to hang up place the name onto headline
"Appearing live De La Soul" first up to shine
It be me
While I arose from the shores from Long Isle
While little girls sport swollen stomachs like they in style
While their man hairline recedes cause they fashion from dust
That's why we all lust to live and ah live to lust
(I send a scream to my nigga Busta Bust)
Down down will be some intricate word play comin' around
I'm not gay but I'm quick to say Mase is my man
We done rocked from NY to Osocka Japan
(From Osocka Japan) I land back in NY
So don't test the world travelers we off to apply
Cash the check cuase we knows the D
Peace to all them MC's who got a child and record companies to feed
[Hook:]
So all my thrillas over seas (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas makin' G's (I can't call it) [scratched] "Hello"
[Maseo:]
(First tell 'em your name)
Introducing doctor Oman to your section
(And what you come here for?)
To say these rhymes in your direction
See your selection keep me frownin' crown you niggas (true dat)
Shared a bottle with my crew and takin' swiggas (who dat?)
Ain't no need to said no names we just revealin'
That my family keeps on top like a ceiling
Dealin' like a gamble ain't no ramble or roast
(I heard you showerin' shit from coast to coast)
So how you call it when you niggas alcohol it?
I be calm in the corner soothing stress like a sauna
Gonna (gonna) take my time (my time)
To raise my (Hey Young World)
Inspired by Rick and Vance Wright
Trying not to boogie with the devil take my lessons just to keep my dance tight
Phatter (fatter) than a waist 55 on the mic
And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like
And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like
Self expression makes it health for self aiight [x3]
[Hook:]
To all my thrillas in the north (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas down south (I can't call it)
And all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it)
We about to be the hell out (I can't call it) [scratched] "hello"
[scratched] "I really had a ball"
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"I.C. Y'all"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
"I.C. Y'all"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
Yeah!
[Busta Rhymes]
Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha
Ha ha Flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin bout?
De La y'all, whatchu talkin bout?
Whatchu talkin bout?
[Dove]
Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!)
Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland
Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland
I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz
that hiss but won't bite - false alarm
And if it don't (Rockwild) we fin' to drop a bomb
(Word up) (Strong) grip on a mic like we (Stretch Arm)
I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn
Get smacked for the B.S. you been on
Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned
For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato
Rhymes still drippin like stu-b's, you groupies
need to show I.D. before the bust down
Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo
and drop it on you heavy like a hippo
(Now you heard that?)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black
I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all
Ladies get down shake yo' ASS around, I hope you know that
I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner I.C. Y'all (see y'all)
Women doin what they wanna I.C. Y'all
To them people gettin pulled over I.C. Y'all (see y'all)
I.C. Y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all
[Pos]
It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette
Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back
with letters spellin out my name
All over your marquee, cause the spark is me
Currently we can be seen across your screen
Stayin wide-eyed cause you niggaz tryin to scheme
Welcome to the spot - I'm slaying with it
Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice
You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
Tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
who quoted Vance Wright - no one can serve us!
My squad advance heights quite superb
Just kick off your shoes - jump on the jock
It's been a long time comin this you NEED to cop!
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four)
Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor)
So raw shit the most raw you ever saw
Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door
Baby - open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse
Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house
I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is
my mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness
Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums
When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yo
Forever we gettin this CHEDDAR with the quickness
While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness
Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes
We gettin money with whoever - even the Jews
The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes
Fuck a nigga up with De La like [?] can amuse
[Chorus]
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
"I.C. Y'all"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
Yeah!
[Busta Rhymes]
Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha
Ha ha Flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin bout?
De La y'all, whatchu talkin bout?
Whatchu talkin bout?
[Dove]
Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh!)
Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland
Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland
I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz
that hiss but won't bite - false alarm
And if it don't (Rockwild) we fin' to drop a bomb
(Word up) (Strong) grip on a mic like we (Stretch Arm)
I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn
Get smacked for the B.S. you been on
Storm bad weather/whether or not you stay scorned
For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato
Rhymes still drippin like stu-b's, you groupies
need to show I.D. before the bust down
Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo
and drop it on you heavy like a hippo
(Now you heard that?)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black
I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all
Ladies get down shake yo' ASS around, I hope you know that
I.C. Y'all (see y'all) I.C. Y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner I.C. Y'all (see y'all)
Women doin what they wanna I.C. Y'all
To them people gettin pulled over I.C. Y'all (see y'all)
I.C. Y'all (see y'all) wouldn't wanna be y'all
[Pos]
It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette
Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back
with letters spellin out my name
All over your marquee, cause the spark is me
Currently we can be seen across your screen
Stayin wide-eyed cause you niggaz tryin to scheme
Welcome to the spot - I'm slaying with it
Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice
You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
Tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
who quoted Vance Wright - no one can serve us!
My squad advance heights quite superb
Just kick off your shoes - jump on the jock
It's been a long time comin this you NEED to cop!
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
It goes one (one) two (two) three (three) four (four)
Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor)
So raw shit the most raw you ever saw
Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door
Baby - open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse
Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house
I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is
my mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness
Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums
When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo-yo
Forever we gettin this CHEDDAR with the quickness
While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness
Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes
We gettin money with whoever - even the Jews
The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes
Fuck a nigga up with De La like [?] can amuse
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"In The Woods"
"In The Woods"
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
[DOVE:]
Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good)
Well it's that thumpin shit (well I'm soakin too)
I'll introduce the split (I'll be the go)
I'll be the get
Fixin with the ins for the outs we set
Hey shortie (yeah mister)
Make no mistake
I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet
(you be buggin)
Well i bugs like roaches on rugs
Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans
Give me the night baby and I'll be good in the woods
Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind
I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know)
I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold
The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit
The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit)
I'm like hickory (dickory niggas)
I make you feel lost like high school history
Creator of the rhymin dominoes
Watchin drop it's the joint see
So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling)
The coolest fool be the coolest fool
I know the watch be in the air but i kick a new bucket
Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it
It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
It's that funky shit (in the woods)
That be beyond understandin (in the woods)
Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods)
Timber (in the woods)
[POSDNOUS:]
Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid
I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit
Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated
Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated
As my pants play the sagatogah I can order sniffs of
Frequencies frequencies cuz I freak mc's with the rhythm rock live
(man I'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it)
No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin
Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin
(stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here
Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near
So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed
And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost
I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods)
Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods)
Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods)
The plugs just can't be found (in the woods)
[SHORTIE NO MAS:]
Can I come off like the rest of em I think I should
Could I of course one verse now ya lost it
Found it realizing I came off it sounds mean
But pal there's a new kid on the scene
I got much soul on the down low tip
Lay back smooth one drink I'll be trippin
Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal
Pal I got props on a different tip
I recall back i go for mines I get the goods
Wouldn't you know forgot my compass I got lost in the woods
Found my way and I was out i pronounce every letter
And if I had the chance I'd do it better
I heard a holler down the way and now I'm out for the time being
Ya wanna be in but you can't see what I'm seein
Time and time my friend I stay gettin it on
And now they playin my song again
I got feminine style (in the woods)
I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods)
And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods)
A lot of things be happenin (in the woods)
"In The Woods"
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
(Say party over here, party over here)
(Say party over there, party over there)
[DOVE:]
Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good)
Well it's that thumpin shit (well I'm soakin too)
I'll introduce the split (I'll be the go)
I'll be the get
Fixin with the ins for the outs we set
Hey shortie (yeah mister)
Make no mistake
I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet
(you be buggin)
Well i bugs like roaches on rugs
Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans
Give me the night baby and I'll be good in the woods
Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind
I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know)
I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold
The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit
The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit)
I'm like hickory (dickory niggas)
I make you feel lost like high school history
Creator of the rhymin dominoes
Watchin drop it's the joint see
So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling)
The coolest fool be the coolest fool
I know the watch be in the air but i kick a new bucket
Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it
It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
It's that funky shit (in the woods)
That be beyond understandin (in the woods)
Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods)
Timber (in the woods)
[POSDNOUS:]
Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid
I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit
Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated
Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated
As my pants play the sagatogah I can order sniffs of
Frequencies frequencies cuz I freak mc's with the rhythm rock live
(man I'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it)
No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin
Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin
(stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here
Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near
So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed
And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost
I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods)
Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods)
Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods)
The plugs just can't be found (in the woods)
[SHORTIE NO MAS:]
Can I come off like the rest of em I think I should
Could I of course one verse now ya lost it
Found it realizing I came off it sounds mean
But pal there's a new kid on the scene
I got much soul on the down low tip
Lay back smooth one drink I'll be trippin
Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal
Pal I got props on a different tip
I recall back i go for mines I get the goods
Wouldn't you know forgot my compass I got lost in the woods
Found my way and I was out i pronounce every letter
And if I had the chance I'd do it better
I heard a holler down the way and now I'm out for the time being
Ya wanna be in but you can't see what I'm seein
Time and time my friend I stay gettin it on
And now they playin my song again
I got feminine style (in the woods)
I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods)
And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods)
A lot of things be happenin (in the woods)
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"Intro"
"Intro"
[Al Watts:] Hey all you kids out there! Welcome to Three
Feet High and Rising. Now, here's what we do. The following
contestants... how are you doing, contestants?
[Contestants:] (General babble, inc. 'Okay', 'Alright', 'Yo Mama')
[Al Watts:] So fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves.
Contestant number one!
[Contestant #1 (Dove):] How ya doin', Al. Just came all the way
down from Wichita just to be on this show. You know it's
gonna be swell and I'm gonna win all the money. Gonna win all
the money. See ya.
[Al Watts:] Okay, contestant number 2.
[Contestant #2 (Mase):] Excuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase,
I'm from Australia, and I'm just glad to be here.
[Al Watts:] Okay, contestant number 3.
[Contestant #3 (Pos):] Hello, my name is, uh, Plug One, and uh,
let me tell you a little bit about myself, I like Twizzlers,
and I like the Alligator Bob, and my favorite movie
is um, Bloodsucking Freaks, just like your mama.
[Al Watts:] Okay, contestant number 4.
[Contestant #4 (Prince Paul):] Hello, my name is Prince Paul,
and I'm just... glad to be on the show. Thank you.
[Al Watts:] Okay. Now we've met the contestants, let's get to
the game! I'm going to ask an amount of four questions, and
the contestants will try to answer them correctly. Now, you
out there in the audience can answer along with them.
How many feathers are on a Perdue chicken?
How many fibres are intertwined in a Shredded Wheat biscuit?
What does "touche et lele pu" mean?
How many times did the Batmobile catch a flat?
Now that we know the questions, we'll let the contestants
think them over, and we'll return right after these messages.
"Intro"
[Al Watts:] Hey all you kids out there! Welcome to Three
Feet High and Rising. Now, here's what we do. The following
contestants... how are you doing, contestants?
[Contestants:] (General babble, inc. 'Okay', 'Alright', 'Yo Mama')
[Al Watts:] So fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves.
Contestant number one!
[Contestant #1 (Dove):] How ya doin', Al. Just came all the way
down from Wichita just to be on this show. You know it's
gonna be swell and I'm gonna win all the money. Gonna win all
the money. See ya.
[Al Watts:] Okay, contestant number 2.
[Contestant #2 (Mase):] Excuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase,
I'm from Australia, and I'm just glad to be here.
[Al Watts:] Okay, contestant number 3.
[Contestant #3 (Pos):] Hello, my name is, uh, Plug One, and uh,
let me tell you a little bit about myself, I like Twizzlers,
and I like the Alligator Bob, and my favorite movie
is um, Bloodsucking Freaks, just like your mama.
[Al Watts:] Okay, contestant number 4.
[Contestant #4 (Prince Paul):] Hello, my name is Prince Paul,
and I'm just... glad to be on the show. Thank you.
[Al Watts:] Okay. Now we've met the contestants, let's get to
the game! I'm going to ask an amount of four questions, and
the contestants will try to answer them correctly. Now, you
out there in the audience can answer along with them.
How many feathers are on a Perdue chicken?
How many fibres are intertwined in a Shredded Wheat biscuit?
What does "touche et lele pu" mean?
How many times did the Batmobile catch a flat?
Now that we know the questions, we'll let the contestants
think them over, and we'll return right after these messages.
MODERATOR
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"Intro (Da La Soal Is Dead)"
"Intro (Da La Soal Is Dead)"
Hello boys and girls. Welcome to your De La Soul readalong storybook!
When you hear this sound...
...that means turn the page.
And now we begin our exciting adventure of... De La Soul is Dead.
[PLAYGROUND HONEYS:]
- Oh my God, Vanilla Ice...
- He's so fly!
- The boy is so good.
- Did you see his body?
- He could dance too.
- He could.
- He's better than any rapper I ever seen!
- And plus his dancers!
- He's so jammin'!
[JEFF:] Yo, what's up?
[HONEYS:] Yo, Jeff, where you been, man?
[JEFF:] Guess what I just found, I just found a De La Soul tape in the garbage.
[HONEYS:] For real? Let's hear it!
[JEFF:] No!
[HONEYS:] Aww, be like that!
[MISTA LAWNGE:] What's up, cocksnot? How ya doing, buddy?
[HONEYS:] Cocksnot? You gonna let him call you that? Sucker!
[JEFF:] Leave me alone!
[LAWNGE:] What do we have here?
[JEFF:] Nothing!
[LAWNGE:] Listen, you little Arsenio Hall gum having punk!
[HONEYS:] Oooh! You let him call you Arsenio! Oooh!
[LAWNGE:] I want the tape!
[JEFF:] It's mine!
[HONEYS:] Oh, he played you! Jeff's getting played! Jeff! Jeff! Bodyslam him, Jeff!
[LAWNGE:] Now! I've got the new De La Soul tape! Hey dicksnot, buttcrust, get over here!
[D.J. AUB:] What's up baby?
[MASE:] Coolin'!
[LAWNGE:] I just got this De La Soul tape, man, slamming. Where's the box? The box!
[MASE:] So, yo, let's get with the shilsnihilsnobilsno!
[AUB:] I got the bidox, let's do this like Brutus!
...28. For those who have all four answers correct, you will recieve
a specially selected Grand Prize. Thanks, and goodnight, for Three Feet
High and Rising, this is Don Newkirk.
"Intro (Da La Soal Is Dead)"
Hello boys and girls. Welcome to your De La Soul readalong storybook!
When you hear this sound...
...that means turn the page.
And now we begin our exciting adventure of... De La Soul is Dead.
[PLAYGROUND HONEYS:]
- Oh my God, Vanilla Ice...
- He's so fly!
- The boy is so good.
- Did you see his body?
- He could dance too.
- He could.
- He's better than any rapper I ever seen!
- And plus his dancers!
- He's so jammin'!
[JEFF:] Yo, what's up?
[HONEYS:] Yo, Jeff, where you been, man?
[JEFF:] Guess what I just found, I just found a De La Soul tape in the garbage.
[HONEYS:] For real? Let's hear it!
[JEFF:] No!
[HONEYS:] Aww, be like that!
[MISTA LAWNGE:] What's up, cocksnot? How ya doing, buddy?
[HONEYS:] Cocksnot? You gonna let him call you that? Sucker!
[JEFF:] Leave me alone!
[LAWNGE:] What do we have here?
[JEFF:] Nothing!
[LAWNGE:] Listen, you little Arsenio Hall gum having punk!
[HONEYS:] Oooh! You let him call you Arsenio! Oooh!
[LAWNGE:] I want the tape!
[JEFF:] It's mine!
[HONEYS:] Oh, he played you! Jeff's getting played! Jeff! Jeff! Bodyslam him, Jeff!
[LAWNGE:] Now! I've got the new De La Soul tape! Hey dicksnot, buttcrust, get over here!
[D.J. AUB:] What's up baby?
[MASE:] Coolin'!
[LAWNGE:] I just got this De La Soul tape, man, slamming. Where's the box? The box!
[MASE:] So, yo, let's get with the shilsnihilsnobilsno!
[AUB:] I got the bidox, let's do this like Brutus!
...28. For those who have all four answers correct, you will recieve
a specially selected Grand Prize. Thanks, and goodnight, for Three Feet
High and Rising, this is Don Newkirk.
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
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"Intro (Stakes Is High)"
"Intro (Stakes Is High)"
(When I)
(First heard)
(Criminal)
(Minded)
(I was in...)
(Damn, where was I?)
(...seventh grade)
(Battlin' this other emcee)
(Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas)
(I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago)
(I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island
expressway when I heard it)
(Rooselvelt Projects)
(I was in...)
(I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the
wop with this girl)
(Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)
(It was so long ago)
(Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.
Yo, kid... I was at this party, this hype
party when I heard
KRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.)
(All right!)
(All right!)
(All right!)
(All right!)
[POS:]
Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament
To cover twelve inches of funk
Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself
Specialising in cleansing like the its of
Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man
Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and
Major more soul than James' "Escapism"
De La Soul is here to stay like racism
Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed
As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links
Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links
And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short
Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report
I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker
I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker
A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch
A talker of the berg without weed influence
So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane
'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane
[DOVE:]
Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid
Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man
Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn
Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches
Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle
Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's
'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies
Man, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck
Wreck, ship, boat, rock
Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite
Here I hips to the hops
I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince
That brother been down ever since soaked cheese
And motor go smiling
Hey, how ya doin'
Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting
Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles
Straight to my avenue
(Aaaah... aaaggh)
Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue
I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me
Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu
Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...
"Intro (Stakes Is High)"
(When I)
(First heard)
(Criminal)
(Minded)
(I was in...)
(Damn, where was I?)
(...seventh grade)
(Battlin' this other emcee)
(Smokin' a blunt and drinkin' a 40 down lower East Side with my niggas)
(I have no idea where I was, it was so long ago)
(I was on my way to a family reunion in a car on the Long Island
expressway when I heard it)
(Rooselvelt Projects)
(I was in...)
(I was outside of church when I was really little and I was doing the
wop with this girl)
(Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)
(It was so long ago)
(Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I want you to peep that out.
Yo, kid... I was at this party, this hype
party when I heard
KRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.)
(All right!)
(All right!)
(All right!)
(All right!)
[POS:]
Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament
To cover twelve inches of funk
Flip like as if I was the Dalek himself
Specialising in cleansing like the its of
Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the park, man
Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and
Major more soul than James' "Escapism"
De La Soul is here to stay like racism
Patrick know and I'mma put the pillow off the bed
As I lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head
Riff a tech pro, flex Sue, running you the links
Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links
And if one winks for pink slips, the slips are short
Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the souls I report
I sport too fly for the forty-ounce drinker
I sport too fly for a forty-ounce thinker
A fresh linen scent so sniffer on the two-inch
A talker of the berg without weed influence
So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane
'Cause graffiti that I based upn the wax is insane
[DOVE:]
Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid
Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man
Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn
Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches
Mr Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle
Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's
'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies
Man, I kick the Franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck
Wreck, ship, boat, rock
Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite
Here I hips to the hops
I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince
That brother been down ever since soaked cheese
And motor go smiling
Hey, how ya doin'
Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting
Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles
Straight to my avenue
(Aaaah... aaaggh)
Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue
I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me
Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu
Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...