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The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets Gun control means using both hands in my land Where it's all about the cautious livin'? Migrating to a higher form Of consequence, compliments of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable Man, every word I say should be a hip hop quotable I'm sick of bitch's shakin' asses, I'm sick of talkin' about blunts Sick of Versace glasses, sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows Sick of name brand clothes, sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks Cocaine and crack which brings sickness to blacks Sick of swoll' head rappers with their sicker than raps Clappers and gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse The facts are gettin' sick even sicker perhaps Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out Let me tell you what it's all about a skin not considered equal A meteor has more right than my people, who be wastin' time? Screaming who they've hated, that's why the native tongues Have officially been reinstated Vibes, vibrations, stakes is high, higher than high You know them stakes is high, higher than high When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high When we dealin' with the vibes, vibrations Stakes is high, hey yo, what about that love? Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds, loving to love mad sex Loving to love guns, love for opposite, love for fame and wealth Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid, we living in them Days of the man made ways where every aspect is vivid These brothers no longer talk shit, hey yo, these niggas live it 'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone plug one translating The zone, no offense to a player, but yo, I don't play And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way JD Dove, show your love, what you got to say? I say G's are making figures at a high regard And niggas dying for it Nowadays ain't odd, investing in fantasies And not God, welcome to reality, see times is hard People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars See, shit like that will make your mama cry Better watch the way you spend it, 'cause the stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations Stakes is high I think that smiling in public is against the law 'Cause love don't get you through life no more It's who you know and how you, son and how you gettin' in And who the man holding, hey yo, and how was the scams And how high? Yo what up? I heard you caught a body Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti But they ain't organized, mixing crimes with life enzymes Taking the big scout route and niggas know doubt better Than they know their daughters and their sons, oh boy Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain positive contact Just like my main man, who got others cleaning up His physical influence, his mind got congested He got the nine and blew it, neighborhoods are now hoods 'Cause nobody's neighbors, just animals surviving With that animal behavior, under I, who be rhyming From dark to light sky, experiments when needles and skin connect No wonder where we live is called the projects When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do anything to get The piece of the pie electrify, even die for the cash but at last I be out Even though you wantin' more, this issue is closed like an elevator door But soon reopened once we get to the next floor where the Vibes, vibrations, stakes is high, y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the vibes, vibrations Stakes is high, stakes is high, come on |
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[Busta Rhymes] Ha ha ha-hah ha-hah ha, ha-hah ha-hah ha Ha ha Flipmode why'all, whatchu talkin bout? De La why'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 why'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-be |
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Ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ha! Ha ha ha ha Ah ha ha ha ah ha ha ha ha ha!! Intro/Chorus: De La + Mos Def Now this goes out to all area clicks Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La/De La/Native Tongue in the mix Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick Now this goes out to all area clicks From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6 Remember to keep the Mos Def/Native Tongue in the mix Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter hits Verse One: Mos Def, Dove, Posdonus Now, come on y'all, get live get down What we have is a brand new sound So don't none of y'all just be misled The De La's gonna do the body good like wheat bread Shakin laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots See I'm out to get the corn like in them rainbow pots Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes This is the body Mos Def style fresh like baby breath We are the killer combination with the size to administer the beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes Chorus Now check it out, and ya don't stop We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Mos Def, Posdonus, Dove I don't bug out I chill, don't be actin ill No trick in ninety-six, Native Tongue gon build But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed Cause to me, MC mean, make it clean When I speak on groups and I'm smooth like gabba D Tryin to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine (word up) I bag dimes like my man born on August 17 Life be nuttin but a river son I'm swimmin upstream Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears with information due to confirmation of the nation's most wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table Rated at the high point of the mass Rippin MC's at the top of a class, occasionally rippin some sucker's face Or some suckable ass from a girl It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind (right) Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted That my niggaz buttered Benedict rolls, and then voted I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like braille (uh-huh) Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail Came to set like equators invented, with the heat Yo Mos Def how you radiate to make it complete RIGHT *echoes*, so when I shine the light crabs wince Manifestin for the future here in the present tense No doubt, I love the sound biggin out off your Jeeps Son I want the little kids bangin big brother beats Chorus We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits Perfecta, perfecta (repeat 3X) Word up |
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3 That's the Magic Number Yes it is It's the magic number Somewhere in this hip hop soul community Was born 3 Mase Dove and me And that's the magic number (What does it all mean?) Difficult preaching is Posdnuos' pleasure Pleasure and preaching starts in the heart Something that stimulates the music in my measure Measure in my music raised in three parts Casually see but don't do like the Soul 'Cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys Doin' hip hop hustle, no rock and roll Unless your name's Brewster, 'cause Brewsters are funky Parents let go 'cause there's magic in the air Criticising rap shows you're out of order Stop look and listen to the phrase Fred Astaires And don't get offended while Mase do-se-do's your daughter A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set Fly rhymes are stored on a D.A.I.S.Y. production It stands for "Da Inner Sound Y'all" and y'all can bet That the action's not a trick, but showing the function Everybody wants to be a deejay Everybody wants to be an emcee But being speakers are the best and you don't have to guess De La Soul posse consists of three And that's the magic number DOVE This here piece of the pie Is not desser but the course that we dine And three out of every darn time The effect is "Mmmm" when a daisy grows in your mind Showing true position, this here piece is Kissin' the part of the pie that's missin' When that negative number fills up the cavity Maybe you can subtract it You can call it your lucky partner Maybe you can call it your adjective But odd as it may be Without my 1 and 2 where would there be My 3 Mase Pos and Me And that's the Magic Number Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds Common are speakers who are never scrolls Scrolls written daily creates a new sound Listeners listen 'cause this here is wisdom Wisdom of a Speaker, a Dove and a Plug Set aside a legal substance to feed 'em For now get 'em high off this dialect drug Time is a factor so it's time that counts Count not the negative actions of one Speakers of soul say it's time to shout Three forms the soul to a positive sum Dance to this fix and flex every muscle Space can be filled if you rise like my lumber Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle Shake, rattle, roll to my Magic Number Now you may try to subtract it But it just won't go away Three times one? (What is it?) (One, two, three!) And that's a Magic Number (Yo, what's up?) (1, 2, 3) (I say, children, what does it all mean?) (Woah-woah-wo, 1, 2, 3) (I wouldn't lie to you) (No more no less, that's a magic number) (No more no less) (What it is?) (No more no less) (Do the shang-a-lang) (No more no less) (Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?) (No more no less) (How high's the water, mama?) (No more no less) (How high's the water, mama?) (No more no less) (Three feet high and rising) (No more no less) (Three) (That's a magic number) |
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(Yo, something's wrong here. No, not again!)
(Get the daisies for the...) Potholes in my lawn DOVE: Everybody's sayin' what to do when Suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin' They don't know that the Soul don't go for that Potholes in my lawn And that goes for my rhyme sheet Which I concentrated so hard on, see I don't ask for maximum security But my dwellin' is swellin' It nipped my bud when I happened to fall Into a spot Where no ink or an ink-blot Was on a scroll I just wrote me a new 'mot' But now it's gone There's no Suckers knew that I hate To recognise that every time I'm writin' It's gone (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) Potholes in my lawn POS: I've found that it's not wise To leave my garden untended 'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy Even paws are after my writer See, I've found that everyone's sayin' What to do when suckers are preyin' On my well-guarded spreadsheets Oh why, hell does it send up fleets Of evil-doers through the big hole To get to evil-doers who dig holes Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew I think I'd better plant traces to give clues Or better yet call 911 And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One Open a chair and let them realize the reason For concern of the Soul, 'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) Potholes in my lawn (Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?) DOVE: Now you got the method What to do when you die The death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin' It's a shame that you deny to claim That you stole my words of fame That I wrote in my rhyme sheet Which I concentrated so hard on, see I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B But my dwellin' is swellin' It nipped my bud when I happened to fall Into a spot Where no ink or an ink-blot Was on a scroll I just wrote me a new 'mot' But now it's gone there's no Suckers knew that I hate To recoginse that every time I'm writin' It's gone Potholes in my lawn (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) (Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) |
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Great all-dedication Mos Def affiliation Adequate representation This is the phat presentation De La dedication Common Sense collaborations Peace to all of you Haitians Check it out Chorus: repeat 2X If money makes a man strange -- we gots to rearrange So what makes the world go round If love is against the law -- listen I don't know Gotta change how it's goin down Verse One: Dove Fell in love with this fish who got caught in my mesh But yo she burned my scene up like David Koresh I guess a diamond ain't nothing but a rock with a name I guess love ain't nuttin but emotion and game It's a lesson well learned so praise is well due I'm sendin off from Big I, to Kenny Calhoun And add a reservation for the resident crew And yo get your bowl cuz we cookin up stew See them Cubans don't care what y'all niggaz do Colombians ain't never ran with your crew Why you acting all spicy and sheisty The only Italians you knew was icees, niggaz price me I'm keepin it clean, like a washing machine And yo, get your locomotion run into full steam I'm sending out a greeting to my man Daseem I got a child so I gotsta get the green, right right Chorus Itzsoweezee, it's gettin hot this year Itzsoweezee, it's gettin hot (repeat 4X) Verse Two: Dove I own the deeds to some acres in the West, indeed Where my pops is building residence to house my seed Now here's the lead, y'all niggaz pray to hot rods and not God While Versace play you niggaz like Yahtzee Crackin jokes like you Patzi (When's the last time you had Happy Days?) Blazin up your herb to escape the maze, but the problem stays Think big get it big is my motto You can go and play your lotto, I'll be singin like baby won't you be mine You'll be pressin rewind, you can never see mine Keep your eyes focused, you can't touch this or quote this Style is crazy bogus so you can't try to approach this Stomp you out like roaches, pullin on my coattail like some horses pullin coaches, WHOA your roller coasters It's hotter than the temperature that's cookin in your toasters While the heat'll put you deep into hypnosis Chorus 2X Itsoweezee, Enoli's in the area Itsoweezee, Timbo King's in the area Itsoweezee, Maseo's in the area Itsoweezee, ninety-six in your area Itsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd! Itsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd lawd Itsoweezee, lawd lawd, for y'all peace Itsoweezee Itsoweezee (8X) |
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The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets Gun control means using both hands in my land Where it's all about the cautious livin' Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable, Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable. DOVE: I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses I'm sick of talkin' about blunts, Sick of Versace glasses, Sick of slang, Sick of half-ass awards shows, Sick of name brand clothes. Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks, Cocaine and crack Which brings sickness to blacks, Sick of swoll' head rappers With their sicker-than raps Clappers and gats Makin' the whole sick world collapse The facts are gettin' sick Even sicker perhaps Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse POS: Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out Let me tell you what it's all about A skin not considered equal A meteor has more right than my people Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high (Higher than high) You know them stakes is high (Higher than high) When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high When we dealin' with the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high (Hey yo, what about that love?) POS: Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth Love for the fact of no longer loving yourself, kid We living in them days of the man-made ways Where every aspect is vivid, these brothers no longer talk shit Hey yo, these niggas live it 'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone Plug One translating the zone No offense to a player, but yo, I don't play And if you take offense, fuck it, got to be that way J.D. Dove, show your love, what you got to say? DOVE: I say G's are making figures at a high regard And niggas dying for it nowadays ain't odd Investing in fantasies and not God Welcome to reality, see times is hard People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card Showing out in videos, saying they cold stars See, shit like that will make your mama cry Better watch the way you spend it 'Cause the stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high I think that smiling in public is against the law 'Cause love don't get you through life no more It's who you know and "How you, son?" And how you gettin' in, and who the man holding Hey yo, and how was the scams and how high Yo what up, huh? I heard you caught a body Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti POS: But they ain't organized! DOVE: Mixing crimes with life enzymes Taking the big scout route And niggas know doubt better Than they know their daughters And their sons (Oh boy) POS: Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain Positive contact just like my main man Who got others cleaning up his physical influence His mind got congested He got the nine and blew it Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody's neighbors Just animals surviving with that animal behavior Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky Experiments when needles and skin connect No wonder where we live is called the projects When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do Anything to get the piece of the pie Electrify Even die for the cash But at last I be out even though you wantin' more This issue is closed like an elevator door But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high Y'all know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the (Vibes....vibrations) Stakes is high Stakes is high, come on |
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Mirror mirror on the wall Tell me mirror what is wrong? Can it be my De La Clothes Or is it just my De La Soul What I do ain't make believe People say I sit and try But when it comes to being De La It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I (repeat 3x) [Posdonus] Now you tease my Plug One style And my Plug One spectacles You say Plug One and Two are hippies No we're not, thats pure Plug Bull Always pushin that we formed an image There's no need to lie When it comes to being Plug One It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X) [Dove] Proud, I'm proud of what I am Poems I speak are Plug Two type Please oh please let Plug Two be himself, not what you read or write Write is wrong when hype is written on the Soul, De La that is Style is surely our own thing Not the false disguise of show-biz De La Soul is from the soul And in fact I can't deny Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie And from me myself and I It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X) [Posdonus] Glory Glory Hallelu Glory for Plug One and Two But that glory's been denied By concensing dookie eyes People think they diss my person by stating I'm darkly packed I know this so I point at Q-Tip and he states, ""Black is Black"" Mirror mirror on the wall Shovel chestnuts in my path Just keep all nuts twistin up so I don't get an aftermath But if I do I'll calmly punch them in the 4th day of July Cause they tried to mess with third degree That's me myself and I |
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