De La Soul Is Dead

Dove:
Oodles and oodles of o's, you know
You get 'em from my sister
You get 'em from my bro
All i is is man, and once an embryo
Am i solid gold? i don't cast a glow
Yes, i guess it's reflex
Some have no control
I'd rather let a laughter
And tally, off i go
Canoeing in the river or out into the o
You just know we're not
So not play the role
Some are lovey-dovey, ah you crazy crow
Some shake your hand but
(this is called the show)
I was john doe, now i'm mr. jolico'
Pissed with the witness, and now i adore
O's got the world 'cause o's was on tour
Girls gave the o's and guys, oh for sure
Where they arose, well nobody knows
What do they mean, well here's how it goes
Oh shoot's got the o's when you hold the dough
You know who you are but they didn't know
And now with respect they flex like a pro
You're first another nigger but now an afro

Oodles and oodles of o's and
Oodles and oodles and oodles of o's ya know
They givin' oodles of o's and o's
And oodles and oodles and oodles of o's ya know
They givin' oodles of o's and o's
And oodles and oodles and oodles of
(oh!)

Pos:
Last of the fast plug pipers at the door
In your eye, burning like rubbing alcohol
Native is the tongue that speaks the guacomo
Kinfolk will play this in stere-ere-o
Chanters play the part of a herd at a show
Pos prints the peace on his jeans or jebos
But let the herd know if beef they wanna throw
Lunches of punches is what i bestow
Oodles of o's has the "hoo's" in mic checks
O's take the shape of medallions and specs
Don't forget the o's that let the air in my nose
Breathe in the fresh as the stale hit the road
Girls ask for flicks and unblock the pores
Eat the al greens, won't sniff the ker-plows
Mase got something to say and it goes:
(maseo is rockin' on the radio)

Now i think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of o's
Ya know, i think we're talkin' 'bout the
Oodles of o's, yeah
We're talkin' 'bout the oodles of o's ya know
I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of o's
I think we're talkin' 'bout the oodles of o's
Ya know, i think we're talkin' 'bout the
(oh, shit)

Hoods like to play my joe, ya know
Guns goin' "bo!" people hit the floor
Don't have a piece but an arrow and bow
Target it firm 'cause i'm head comancho
Charging barricades like a raging rhino
The donuts come big and some in jumbo
The landlord is finished but before i go
I'll give a shout out to quest
And my fellow jungle bro's

Dove:
Knocked by the dock of the bay by the shore
Swimmin' in the rhythm of the hi-de-hi-de-ho
Punk pinocchios gotta go, gotta go
(what's the reason?) to be cheerful
Season is breeze, time to pimp promo
Nuts can no flow if the shade is in the dough
On with me hat, d-d-duh-duh-doh,
Dredlock is heading out the door y'all

We're selling o's, y'all
We're selling o's and o's
We're selling o's at the corner store y'all
We're selling o's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of o's, y'all
We're selling o's, y'all, at the corner store
We're selling o's at the corner store, y'all
We're selling o's, y'all, at the corner store
We're selling o's and o's and o's, o's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles of o's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles of o's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles...

(the radio is so clear in here.)

(hey)

Pos and ann roberts:
Hey love
Talkin' bout hey love
Wanna be your push and shove
Pop, popcorn up above
Move me like soul when i say
Go to a club around the way
And see my hey dj
And make him play hey love
Discover all the football teams
Mack and eat jelly beans
Run in the cold with no jeans
Get yourself sick till we're seen
Catch the flu and make tea
How dan stuckie life will be
It's all about you and me
'cause you're my hey love
(hey)
Move me like soul when i say
Go to a club around the way
And see my hey dj
And make him play hey love
(hey)

Tesha stills: look pos, we gotta talk.
Pos: talk about what?
Tesha: don't play stupid with me, you know what we gotta talk about.
Pos: what?
Tesha: about you becoming fully dedicated.
Pos: so we're about to go through these line-runs again, huh?
Tesha: you're damn right. i wanna know whatever you do for me has anything to do with love.
Pos: look, i come all the way from l.i. to the bronx to see you, isn't that showing you love?
Tesha: you see that's just it pos, i don't wanna be just your bronx love, i wanna be your hey love.
Pos: you wanna be my what?
Tesha: i said i wanna be your hey love. i mean it's just not the mood being one of the many girls on your
List, and you wouldn't be dissing me like this if i was your hey love.
Pos: look, i do everything i can to treat you like a rose.
Tesha: yeah but you even give better treatment to that girl named selina from uptown like a daisy. you even
Gave her some of your special donuts for free.
Pos: so this is what this is all about, huh? donuts.
Tesha: no, pos, can't you hear the music, it's all about hey love
Pos: i don't understand why you're dissing me, it's not like i'm paul, i don't have two kids in every state.
Tesha: but you probably got two girls in every state. if you're not going to go about it the way i want you
To, then just leave, 'cause i can't be so bothered.
Pos: yeah. (mumbled) and wit your wrinkled pussy...
(i can't be your lover)

(where's that voice coming from? from... from nowhere?)

Ronald chevalier: aha! what a beautiful day in the concrete jungle.
I think i'll go down to goliath and just be a fuckin' dickhead!

Damn, i feel good today. i'm looking forward to going and just beating
The
Shit out of someone and taking their money. what a fucking great job i
Have!

I wonder why i feel so good. could it be the music?
Could it be my breakfast? or could it just be the fact that
I just hate everybody, dammit!
Life is grand, life is great, i'll get myself a real cheap date.
Some woman i can take to mcdonalds, spend a dollar twenty-five on,
And have like, the best time of your life with afterwards.
Life is too good to believe sometimes.
But we all can't have it the way i do, so to all you suckers out
There,
Kiss off. all right? bye bye!

(ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah, ooh ah)
(ooh weee, sho' lookin' fine)
(ooh weee, sho' lookin' fine)
(let, let me in)

Dove:
I got good news, i got eye witness
Good news, i got eye witness
Due in a hip lift, dead into my phenomenon
Dazed with the quickness
Sweat, one sweat, two sweat, three
Motions, what motions? what could it be?
She, she (watchin' you) who, me?
Hon, velveeta got your cut
(ain't no lockin' up now)
Give the symmetrics to your bottom
(ain't no lockin' up)
Shake less of that catholic cool
Push panic, the button, and freeze
A's for amen, j's for the jenifa
Oh jennys, oh please oh please
(oh please oh please)

Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in

Pos:
Force it like a motion, let me in to that
Flower power child, let me in to that
Let me sew your panic button, let me in to that
I got the semen headlocked, you won't get fat
Just lay, lay back, way, way, way
The oops up, it's a clear saturday
We're selling my all-expense july paid
By the way, what's your name?
Just kidding, i know it's renee
No, it isn't? word, word, well check it out
Check, check it out
I got my my mind made up, come on, get it
Take a test, child
And get with this pos position
From beginning to the huckleberry fin
If i was to yodel, would you let me in?

Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in

Pos got the skyrocket in his jeans
Would you let me in if i was to sing
Like a hookey-non-stop-reggae-roost-rasta-king
Jimmy done starburst, know what i mean
Jimmy done burst, gotta come clean
Yo, maseo, blow this scene

Mase:
Dip, dip, di, you're making me cry
With that onion between your thighs
Come give me some of that brown sugar
So the sweets can make me active
If i said you were attractive
May i supplement with an additive?
Hey, hooker let me hook you with my reel
Take you to the crib, cook up a real meal
Skip the meal and walk this way
(hey, hey, hey)
Come on into my room, here we go
Here we here we here we go
(boom!) did you feel the bed break?
(boom!) did you feel the floor shake?
(boom!) did you feel the earth quake?
(boom!) now, quick, do you wanna take a break?

Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in

(what's this?)
(what?)
(in your pocket, that bulge?)
(hey, hey, hey!)
(harry, let me see it)
(jumping jehosaphat!)
(quaggin', quakin' and shakin')
(and that's no fakin')
(let me see the gun, harry, i want to see if it's been fired)
(why are you complaining? i've always given you a piece of the action)

(so he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed)
(and at last he blew the house in)

Dove:
In no way are we trying to disrespect any sort of house or club
Music, but we're just glad that we're not doing it. and if we were,
This is how it would go.

(i can't be your lover)
(i can't)

Kicked out the house, you got
Kicked out the house, hip house
Kicked out the house for good
(i can't)
Kicked out the house, you got
Kicked out the house, hip house
Kicked out the house for good
(i can't be your lover)

(with your wrinkled pussy)
(i can't be your lover)
(with your wrinkled oh, oh oh)
(i can't be your lover)
(with your wrinkled pussy)
(i can't be your lover)
(with your wrinkled oh, oh oh)
(i can't be your lover)

(p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!)
(p-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!)
(put it on vibrate!)
(p-p-p-p-p-p-put it on vibrate!)
(p-p-put it on vibrate!)


Kicked out the house, you got
Kicked out the house, hip house
Kicked out the house for good

You got, you got, kicked out of this house, baby
For good

(i can't i can't i can't be your lover)
(put it on vibrate!)
(put it on vibrate!)

Scheming punk pinocchios: (bobby simmons and prince paul)
- yo, gee.
- yo, word up, gee, man.
- yo, man you heard about that club called the donut hill, b?
- yeah, man, i heard it's kinda fly, man.
- yo man, rakim and de la be up there all the time!
- word up! yo, de la? yo, those punk kids, man?
- they ain't punks, man.
- yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack.
- yo, but, yo, that "buddy", that was kind of fly, man, and "potholes?" slammin'. slammin'.
- yeah, it was. word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after they came out with "plug one, plug two" then "potholes", yo,
Then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were straight up pop, man, i'm telling you, forget them faggots.
- yo check it out, though, wrms is throwin' a party at the club, though, man, yo i bet you they'll be there!
- yeah! all right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them!
(background:)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(nine days old)

Pos:
My name, my name, my name is the pasta
Now i like, i like i like to plug the real thing
So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance,
The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff i bring
My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as native tongues,
Consists, consists, consists of jungle, quest and others
Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The pease, the pease the pease porridge never failed
It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
But late, but lately loonies acting real bold
Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry
Girls watch, and watch, and watch i dance the big tut
Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
Don't real, don't real, don't realise the native tongue
Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix

Gossip gladiators: (lashawna and jenette)
- yo, miss thing!
- yo merisa, what's up?
- you heard what happened at the donut hill the other night? - yo i was there and those de la kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'.
- word man?
- word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
Them and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one, plug three?
- yeah. plug three, yeah i know him.
- all right, plug three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him real quick, think he didn't when he did, and then them
Other kids the jungle brothers and quest and, um, what's the other ones, the other ones?
- the violators.
- the violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?
- yeah. i know, i thought it was supposed to be about peace signs, things like that, you know...

Mase:
Question, and that's if only i can ask this question
Can i? (yes you can!)
Why do people think just because we speak peace
We can't blow no joints?
(i-i-i don't know)

Grandma mase: (squirrel)
Mase, this is the ninth day i've reheated this porridge. you know it keeps me peacefully, no?

Mase:
Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked
And now it's time for some heads to get flown

Dove:
We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
But pack a nine inside, inside my de la drawers
A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick
But in a single file my native tongue is calm
I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm
I kick, i kick, i kick a verse of unity
And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat
I click, i click the tv to the simpsons
And sip the porridge deep into my system
So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode
Inside the studio or on a road
The swing, the swingalow is the now step
It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep
To praise, to praise the soul is on a down drag
It's false, because i'll spray you with the black flag

(pease porridge in the pot)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(nine days old)

Pos:
Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow
Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled
Hey d, hey d, hey dj set the record up
It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pups
Throw on the touching fingers serenade
So we can throw our lemonade
In their face and kick their little butts

Fight commentators: (squirrel and mikey roads)
- and off, and mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects lovely to the ribcage. wouldn't you say so squirrel?
- indeed, indeed, i waould say he showed a lot of formulate combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape.
- yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted.

(background:)
(touching fingers, touch, touch)
(one at a time, touch together)

Dove:
People wanna get ragged with the reruns
Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
I tap, i tap, i tap a dance war skit
The por, the por, the porridge got crazy cold
We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
But when, but when we fly that head all the people say

The frog: (lisle leete)
Here in frogland, we always eat our porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like.

Jabib: (jarobi)
In my land, my people adore porridge. and i don't understand why de la soul is so violent, and we are
So peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. i don't understand,
I don't understand.

(pease porridge in the pot)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(nine days old)

(pease porridge in the pot)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(pease porridge in the pot)
(nine days old)

(pease porridge in the pot)

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.

(and rollerskates)
(and rollerskates)
(and rollerskates)

Q-tip:
Girl meets boy on thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy then lets go, hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on saturday
Saturday

Pos and q-tip:
Saturday, it's a saturday
It's a saturday, it's a saturday
Saturday, it's a saturday
Saturday, it's a saturday

Pos:
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must i ride and rip, should i make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink
And sure to make you think about the times
To scope fun instead of fights
(but diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life)
Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it's time to let loose
'cause you've worked like heck to get the week in check
So unfasten that noose around your neck
Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
Come on everybody dig the funky output

Vinia:
Five days you work
One whole day to play
Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today
It's saturday, saturday
Saturday, it's saturday
Saturday, it's saturday
Saturday, it's saturday-ay
(is the word, is the word, is the word)

Pos:
Now as you pump your fist i reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll
Fess to impress
Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way i'm dressed
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
'cause all we need is feet
(and rollerskates)
But promote the hustle 'cause it keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in

Dove:
(is there a dred on skates?)
Yes, man
(so kick the wham on this jam)
Oh mr. sprinkler, mr. sprinkler
Wet me for one, mr. sprinkler
I'm heatin' high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn i trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one idea
It's clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed on a weed and we're feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin' quick
Come on, there's no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning
No hackeysack, let let me in
Spill on the bottom away, but it's okay, huh
It's a saturday

Pos:
Now let's all get baked like anita

Q-tip:
Watch mr. lawnge, don't look at the peter

Dove:
Feel on the fun, i'll feel on the

Vinia:
Hey, watch that!

De la soul:
It's a saturday

Vinia:
Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries and you will be all right
It's saturday, saturday
Saturday, it's saturday
Saturday, it's saturday
Saturday, it's saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
(aaoww)

(saturday)
(saturday)
(saturday)
(saturday)
(saturday)
(saturday)
(saturday)
(saturday)

(make the bass come out so clear)

Pos:
This song does not contain explicit lyrics, but what it does contain
Is an udesired element. this element is known as the basehead, the
Lowest of lowest of all elements that exist. and the sad thing is,
This particular element... is me brudda!

Brother, brother oh brother of mine
We used to be down as partners in crime
From our parents our name was forged
I was the beaver, you curious george
Wanted to dispose of this and that
But curiosity had killed the cat
At this age no wonder it was read
But this was the fate that you were fed
Throughout high school our minds we'd waste
High off all the cheeba that we could taste
Soon you had converted to nasal sports
Every five minutes cocaine you'd snort
Told me that you needed a stronger fix
Stepped to the crack scene in '86
Unlike the other drugs where you had control
This substance had engulfed your body and soul
Now from me you lost all respect
Said yo need to put that shit in check
Wanted me to believe that you had tried
But your mind and the craving had coincided
Said there was a voice inside you that talked
Which said you shouldn't stop but continue to walk
Now the brother who could handle any drug
Had just found the one that could pull his plug

(background:)
(ya don't stop, ya don't, ya don't stop)
(ya don't stop, the body rock)

Dove:
"yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots"
"gonna make you scream and loop three loops"
"gonna take you far on a freeway, okay"
Remember that day? slipped me a smile for a 20 crack vial
Guess what? time to collect, correct
Don't have a dime? it's payback time, payback time
"don't cry the blues 'cause i got bad news"
"should i stab ya? should i bite ya? should i use my tools?"
No, i got another way to earn my defeat, ah!
(slam the child on the hard concrete)

(make the bass come out so clear)

Pos:
Brother, brother, stupid brother of mine
Started getting high at the age of nine
Now at twenty-one you're lower than low
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
My dividends and wares started to disappear
Where it ended up, i had an idea
Barking you with the quickness, reversed intent
Instead went to pop and gave him the print
Now pop grew tired of being a mouse
Finally told you to get the hell outta the house
From there a mother figure came into play
Claimed for you she saw a better day
Now mom was a product of christ's rebirth
Thought the only chance was to go to church
Quitting this stuff you had tried before
This time you claimed you'd really score
Something i had to see to believe
Put on my suit and to church i weaved

Preacher (squirrel):
My, my, my. what happened to the people? the people who used to care
About what took place in the world today? i've been summoned here
Today to reach the people who still can be reached, to save the people
Who still can be saved. can i get an amen? can i get an amen?
Hit me! forgive us. said it's taking over. taking over the world. all
It's doing is taking over. where them crackers at? them crackers that
They serve, where they at?

Dove and mikey roads (in background as choir):
Said evil's taking over
Said evil's taking over
Said evil's taking over, evil's taking over
The lord's gonna forgive us, the lord's gonna forgive us, lord
Said the lord's gonna forgive us
The lord's gonna forgive us

Pos:
Bullshit, didn't believe a lick
To this fool fell off, well that would stick
Soon you reach your front of calm
Walked round by rehearsing psalms
Then you smiled with the funky frown
What do you know, the voice is back in town
Mom would say it would soon go away
You and i knew it was here to stay
But the man helped you when you helped yourself
That meant going to rehab for your health
Finally it went and blew your cork
Heard you moved to the comfortable streets of new york
And when my friends see me and come and ask
"yo, where's your brother at?"
I'll be the first to splash
"yo, he's a basehead"

(- yo know who that was?)
(- no.)
(- the guy from de la soul. pos. posdnuos.)
(- who?)
(- you heard of de la soul, right?)
(- right.)
(- well he was the one from de la soul.)
(- the one with the real nappy hair.)
(- the one with... the dark-skinned one.)
(- with the glasses?)
(- yeah.)
(- [background] yeah, the ugly one!)

(fuck you bitch!)
(and kept goin'...)

"yes, this is miss renee king from philadelphia. i want you to please
Give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and i'm calling in reference
To the music business. thank you."

Dove:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And i'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name (uh)
And your number
And i'll get back to you.

Once again it's another rap bandit
Fiending at i and i can't stand it
Wanna be down with the day-glo
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo"
"i got a funky new tune with a fly banjo"
I can't understand what the problem is
I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz
How'd they get my name and number
Then i stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, i gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering machine that can talk to you
It goes

Pos:
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
But leave your name and your number
And i'll get back to you

Yo, check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should i say flock cause around every block
There's harry, dick, and tom, with a demo in his palm
Now i'm with helping those who want to help themselves
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope
But it's not the mood to hear
The tales of limousines and pails
Of money they'll make like a pro
I be like, "yo black, just play me the tape"
But at the show the time to spare i just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now i hate they give me smiles kool-aid wide and ask,
"was it def?"
And with the straighest face i be like, "hell yes."
I slip them the digits to papa prince paul
So i don't go awol but yet i know when they call
They get

Mase:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And i'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin
Sorry you can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And i'll get back to you
Check it out

Party at the dug-out on diction ave
Haven't been to the jam in quite a while
Figure i'll catch up on the latest styles
'stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles
All i wanna do is cut on the decks wild
But edition up here bi-da miles to the center
Reliever of duty, plug one mosies in
And i be like, "yo g, pos does all the producing"

Pos:
Now woe is me to the third degree
Mase pulls the funny so i make like a bunny
Jettin'
But i'm getting used to this demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Make way to my radius playin fly guy
Try to get on my back they force like luke sky
Me myself and i go through this act daily
And rarely do i not
No matter how i dodge some jackal always nails me
No matter what the plot
And even out on tour they be like,
"yo i got a tape to play you back at the hotel"
I be like "oh swell"
Unveil the numeric code to dial my room
And tell them to call me at noon
But of course there's no answering machine in my room
But a pretty young adorer
Who i swung on tour
And if it rings while we're alone
She'll answer the phone
And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem

Dove:
"hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring
Now you're waiting on the beep.
Say, i would love if you'd sing
The tune to tru instead of fronting on the speak."
So no problemo, just play the demo
And at the end it's break out time
Please oh please don't press rewind
Cause i'll just lay it down the line

Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And i'll get back to you

Pos:
Hey how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And we'll get back to you.. peace


'yo what's up man, this is ronald master down with the fish tank
Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook
Me up, true. you know we got this fly new jam called 'swimming in the
Fish tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know
What i'm saying, but i just need your help, prince paul gave me your
Number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me,
Got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook
Me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back
At 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a
Brother man!'

Pos: this is dedicated to all those hardcore acts.
Dove: yeah, you know them brothers that we used to
Look up to, that fell the fuck off.
Mase: and now they doing all that r'n'b sh..(crocker!)
Dove: you mean rhthym and blues?
De la soul: no! rappin' bullsh...

Dove:
Connection a, click, what?
My dick, chick
I smack a fish if you thinks
My connection ain't thick, dick
Headed like a punk whip
I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
I rock an afro
In '83, gee, yo
And spray the sheen so i get a soul glow
I play the corner tough
And me and mase pull puffs on a blunt

Mase:
Givin' high-five is what i want
So i puff a blunt, i don't front
I get spliffed, get a stiff
Then i go hump a stunt
Like a pimp pro
(nah, man, a super ho)
That's cool 'cause i'm still an afro bro
Yeah, i'm live for my life is hectic
Every hour, every minute, every second
I keep a level head and stay down to earth
'cause i've been an afro since birth

Pos:
Yeah
Now i hold my crotch 'cause i'm top-notch
I run amok sasquatch, and i like to eat live crab
I've got five beepers, you scab
But you can find me directly on the ave
(you niggas cheat me, well who's that!)
My breath never smells wack
I eat the watermelon tic-tac
Before i kiss myself i always jump back
(yo, gee, this track is stack)
(and you know that)

I do three flips
When a punk flip on my duke lifts
But i flex more strength when i'm asleep
On the other side with his main tapes
Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
But i may, she flocks round me like a donut
She got sprinkles but i bite my way out
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
But the native tongue's thick
Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should
But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
I ran a cop down, i smile a frown with a but
Show gold teeth, 'cause i ain't a vegetarian
Not scared of beef, sport a feather like chief
Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
'cause i'm big-willed, blow off like a seal
'cause connection with the afro is real

Dove:
I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
Because it's tough to bluff a cab
No wonder melle mel is 'rrrr-rah!'
I play of tape of the son of la-di-da
My cousin rilo sells blow, a g a day
Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
I kicks my tricks, is to live for island
I mug a mug vic, but i's cool, i self
With the quickness i bust the true slang
Show no pit to those who don't understand

Mase:
The maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
(he don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids)
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and below
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a nigga starts some shibidibidit
My crib is uptown, downtown, l.i.
And another crib in queens
I munch some cornbread, boar's head
My favorite porck chops and
A plate of collar greens
I chill with shymel, akeem, jaheed
And the rastafarians'll be the crown in
And the poppa
But the connections are still a high-five

(let's get busy)