unknown

(mercer)
Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one

Pos:
Tell me what's more essential
Rap lines, party past nine,
Or reading which is fundamental
Tell me what's more pollution
Black fog, burning log
Or infested prostitution
Tell me what's more appealing
Fast food job, corn on the cob
Or interstate drug dealing
Tell me what's more tantalising
Flip flop, skeezer lies and props
Or three feet high and rising
Tell me, what's more?

Dove:
Tell me what's more demanding
A dominant race, a fad called base
Or peace and understanding
Tell me what's more neglected
Teaching our seeds the fact there's greed
Or words being said in a record
Tell me what's more pathetic
A lallygag lush, a habit to cuss
Or a lawsuit filed on a medic
Tell me what's more amusing
Comic strip, or break that hip
Or what prince paul's producing
Tell me, what's more?

Pos:
Tell me what's more old-fashioned
Lemonade, a black man's fade
Or a kiss that's soaked in passion

Dove:
Tell me what's more secretive
Love looks, a diary book
Or the de la style us speakers give

Pos:
Tell me what's more off-tempo
Wearing pink, a fizzy lipton drink
Or a brother with acne and dimples

Dove:
Tell me what's more confusing
A rubik's cube, a dusted dude
Or a figure in which one is choosing
Tell me, what's more?

Mase:
Yo pos and dove, stand clear to be plugged up...
Ah the hell with that, i don't have time for playin'
With this, just tell me what's going on, i wanna know
What's going on, go ahead, pos and dove, tell me what's
Going on, i just wanna know what's happening man, tell me
What's going on, i'd just like to say what's up to the
Jungle brothers, i'd like to say what's up to the quest,
I'd like to say what's up to monie, i'd like to say what's
Up to latifah, mike g in the house, prince paul, what's up
Man, this is p.a. mase and i'd like to say, cool dj red alert!
What's up, man? all right okay, we outta here, peace y'all!

Chorus: all

If you can dig it, deal with it, if you can't, just forget it
Cause nobody rocks the party like we
Get loose, get loose, sunshine get loose
Just rock, and show 'em you got juice
And have, have, have, have, have, have, have fuuuuuuun!

Verse 1: la sunshine

I know it's been a while since the last time
You're heard la sunshine pick up the microphone and rhyme
But now i think it's time to go for mine
So you can sit back, relax, just max and unwind
Because it's time for me to out a few heads to bed
Because i'm upset at what somebody said
I've heard it through the grapevine it's been said
That sunshine, can't rhyme?
Ha! that's the funniest line that i heard in a long time
The wanna be me's that they i sound off beat
I'm not off beat, i'm totally unique and it sounds real sweet
So if you're ready, get set for a trip to the sun
You'll be guided, and i've decided to become
One to take total control of your soul
Young or all be bold because it's a sight to behold

Chorus:

Sticks and stones might break your bones but pos is gonna blow your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 2: posdnuos

Now you can bet that i'm first kick a watt
Soul son, plug one, posdnuos i'm top notch
Forward, backstep, got cabbage on the brain
So i'm leafy, peasy, and i act kind of sane
So homeboys and girls just come follow me
I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and plug three
I like my mans, freestyle is not my flow
But i gets mad respect from norfolk to glasgow
I run this up to court about a minute to the sec
Cause my hoodie won't clash with whipper whip's mockneck
So my hip-hop teachers please show me the math
And after this give me your goddamn autograph

Chorus:

Whipper whip, you can make the microphone sing
Walking around sporting your diamond ring
All the ladies know you as an mc king
So get on the mic and tell 'em it ain't no thing

Verse 3: whipper whip

Well the prince is my title and, i do what i must do
When rappers get beside themselves, that's when i bust two
Or three, see it doesn't matter to me
Cause the w-h-i-p's got an army
Whipper whip, the whipster, money gripster
Can't stand the tipster unless she got the hips to
Move a mountain, left on kingsly and fountain
1345 is where i used to count them
The grips in my bucket's the kind that choke horses
No more losses and no toy mosses
It's the kings of kingsly, from bronx to hollywood
I'm whipper whip, i but the g in "good"
Yo i can blow like a whistle, run far beyond average
Been rapping to the man like randy savage
You be the judge, come stand as i slam some
There's open invitation to all and then some

Chorus:

Sticks and stones might break your bones but jd dub is gonna blow your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 4: dove

I kick the chatanooga choo choo so listen to the calling
Next stop's the body rock, here's the ticket to my clock
It's the flips, but keep your jaws on your hips
>from back in the days i used to air it to the hits
Earn the dance step and guaranteed to play the wheel to wheel
And wild style was the real, dig it?
I block the heckles and hecks and gets nuff respects
Without the "bah diddy bah" i couldn't go and cash checks

Chorus:

Dj mase, since you got the bass, why don't you hit it, hit it?
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it!

The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the tito
Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it
Tito, rocking it!

Verse 5: tito

Smiggity smoking, no joking, turning styles like a token
No singer, but swinging rap lyric like a ringer
I'm solo, like bobo, breaking backs like bolo
No kitten, no hitting booby traps for the sitting
Ducks should i mention rhyme breezing like benson
Or hedges, i'm fuming autographs for the human
Being, i'm g-ing, off like keying
Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, who's slaying?
A tv or movie, hit singles often move me
Like groove me, they got me lingers like a ???
No slipping, no tripping on me while i'm ripping
Slam dunking like a donut on the bulls scottie pippen
A vocab that's no fad, i'm heftier than glad bags
My son's about 2, buckaroo and yelling "go dad!"

Chorus:

Sticks and stones might break your bones but superstar's blows your mind
Ain't no need to hold it (let it go!) just one more time!

Verse 6: superstar

I get the honor to rap with some old school greats
Caz, whipper whip, tito, and la
Maseo, posdnuos, trug, they from the new school
A perfect blend from the old and new
Superstar, where did i fit in? how did i get in?
Where did i begin, sin?
I'm known from belcourt to freeport, not a west coast or five boroughs
Yeah, my name's whispered in the ghettos
When i'm on stage, i write a book, flip a page
Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase
Now, before i go, you know that i'm a pro, yo
You won't forget me, why, because i flow

Chorus:

So gmc, ha, gmc, ha ha, gmc ha, gmc, ha ha
Gmc, ha huh! (yo my throat is sore)
Yo, get on the mic, stay on the mic (dammit)
Rock on the mic with your rhymes galore!

Verse 7: grandmaster caz

Well i'm a black act back to attack the wack new jack
Smack the sad sack track with the stack of facts
True old data, see you later alligator
Raid or raider darth vader, cause i'm greater or rater
Made a plate of soul food, barbequed a rude dude with the attitude
Who got screwed cause he chewed
But i'm a writer, you can't take a bite of
So light up your lighter and watch me recite a
Dope verse or two with the curse or two, yeah rehearse a cue
But first a few minutes of funk, preferably seven
Microphones, all i need is one
Mc's to school, ten or eleven then a bottle of don
When the job is done, but don't stop me now
I'm on a roll, control the whole stroll
And bowl the whole toll, fold the known souls
Patrol shoot the fruit, toot toot the hoot
Scoot with the loot and knock a cute suit boots
Entertain your brain like kane, not strain to maintain my main (shit) stain
Walls record us, break through the borders
All the manslaughters and kidnap daughters
Who are building and chlling in the building with a villian
I'm killing and illing but still in like bob dylan
I'm democratic emphatic erratic static i'm good at it
And suckers get gatted with the automatic
Rhymes are plenty, styles are many
Yeah, and that's as real as jimmy sticking jenny
If anybody knows a trick to slip my wig
With a lick or real sick with a lyrical brick
He's a vick bound to get tracked off
Step to the grandest and you'll get slapped off
Stage, and thoroughly stomped with the quickness
Now can i get a witness, cause i'm out

Hsubakcits, hsubakcits, hsubakcits, hsubakcits
Hsubakcits, hsubakcits, hsubakcits, hsubakcits
Hsubakcits, hsubakcits, hsubakcits, hsubakcits

We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (mc's), shocking female (mc's) (repeat 2x)

Verse 1: phife

No need for, introductions, cause i know you know my name and
Knocking mc's out the frame and, putting them suckers to shame and
I live for hip-hop, so i have no time for fun and games and
So just come and peep the unique styles we are displaying
The beat's just ridiculous, the lyrics articulate
Feels good, as if a girl just touched her (tits)
Sucker mc's, i'm killing 'em, i'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by gilligan
Plus the hat, they (shit) is wack
When you see me coming take ten steps back
I make usage of the pronouns, adjectives, verbs
My granny says "you always had a way with words"
And that's because my word is bond, lyrics are laws
Sucker mc's look at me like i'm friggin' eye sore

Verse 2: posdnuos

Heere comes a brother hipping others on the style they lack
I've always rhymed abstract, i even know the brother named abstract
I am the earner of the soul in mine
Forget the physical cause the physical will die with time
I'm shaped to vibrate in definite proportions
Of the kids who need the fix (just listen to the mix)
I just imagine constant non-stop for the rubbishing
Like (niggas) use the clinton loops as if they owned the publishing
Ducks be bleeding from illegal feeding on my verb
I bring the mardi gras to your face
I outwit vipers in my rhyme cipher
I can easily lick them cause they're victims of the subconscious race
Tossing periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by the crew who got the weight
So recessitating rap like the hicks do with presley
It's the kid who peed the jeans in orleans off of nesley
Just be mc number nine, if you let me rhyme nine times infinitely i will
Climb
I let my walkman from sony play cassettes from raboni
Which guarantees to put me on the narrow road
Ayo, that's it from me, plug 3, and ali explode!

Verse 3: q-tip

When i rhyme, the effect just ripples
You sound sick, i hope your cells get sickles
You formulate into real stiff (shit)
Then i bet that it cut the chit chit
Cause the ab will, be sharper than a ginsu
Cutter or your bum (ass) head for the gutter
This is not a game and we ain't looking for the fame
That ain't the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame
My inter-reaction with paper is amazing
So needless to say mad trails are left blazing
A whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
But i'm here to say real rhymes to pay
I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
And through the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
Then transported to my throat then the quotes hit the air
As i stand dipped with the wares
Rhymes get slot times, move back from the jack
It's the verbal constructor, some mc's is wack
I make a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
Make (niggas) jump up, drink don, and have a ball
I ainimate the unlively with the verbal combat
The abstract, never the wack
Motivator of the many like moses
Moving through, bringing games into the dummies that pose us
That means you the sub relator of the sub culture
Like a vulture i swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all around
Mental burdens i bring to mc's who sing
They sad songs, money, the dough's not long
Mine on the other hand is lent me tight
The abstract gets real, real, real

Verse 4: dove

Real down to earth i hit the long island rail
You never see me tango with the horn and the tail
I got the kid for your mind i design it like sender
Smoking made hope from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck takes the "s" off my chest
Cause the "s" on my chest makes a mess
Settling for superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
Now your (ass) be slow guessing like molasass
Continue the menu, next on the platter
Hey where that (bitch) at? (he's right here boy!)
I gotta see what i got and who i'm getting it with
This ain't no nickle dime game that i'm peddling with
Mikie rose said "stop riding, it be dividing
Taking me out how i be vibing"
Packing hard like pistol but my pops got the crystal
Told me if i ever need it just *whistle*
Respects to griff dog for the razor
Much respects to joe but for the favor
It's about a million brothers trying to make it in this world
I'm glad i got a baby girl

Intro

This song...does not contain...explicit lyrics...but the thought... is
Erotic...

Awwwwwwwwww...baby!

Verse 1

Access to her cove, lovestruck dove is dove's mode
Took a look, dropped my books, jenifa, oh jenny
Breakfast was our greetings, yoghurts and birdseed's what i fed
Slipped a note, "rock my yacht, jenifa, oh jenny"
Jenny only thought about jimmy, but didn't think about derwin
The jimmy who's only a virgin
Steady we go, jenifa led, pluggin' a tune which freedom well said
So what's the fix, o jenifa, can a brother with soul get swingin'?

Verse 2

The downstairs where we met, i'd brought records, she'd cassettes
Lost a break, found her shake, jenifa, oh jenny
Transcripts showed more than flirt, "i love daisies" read her shirt
Grabbed my jeans, jimmy screamed, jenifa, oh jenny
Morals shaped like the floss, no-one could live their life for pos
Found her house, aroused my joust, jenifa, oh jenny
Her clothes i did shuck, just like dan i strictly stuck
To the punt, she cried "kick it!", posdnous was in
Jenny only thought about jimmy, but asked was i a virgin
Like some kid named derwin?
She said, "let's try it in the bathroom", but the 'nous is way above
Sinks
So to the kitchen she did dan and came back wrapped in saran

Verse 3

Positions, muscles flexed, dove was lost in a ghana hex
Passed her test, felt her teddy, jenifa, oh jenny
Notions soothed the mood, dove was lost in de la heaven
Scream plug 2, did the do, jenifa, oh jenny
Jenny teased my homeboy granny, in fact she teased so many
She was known as a garden tool
Did her thing while i plugged once, hope she don't fall fat 9 months
From now
I'll tell you what, trugoy ain't ready

Verse 4

Worned out was my cater(?), mind you, this was 3 days later
The door turned blue, you guess who, jenifa, oh jenny
Advanced to the radio, teddy persuaded us to turn off the light
Wanted me to rhyme while she wrapped me up in a ball of twine
No more i dispatch, was it jimmy had met his match?
Or could it be the realisation all girls owned a jenny?
For normal health i have fought, a valuable lesson she hath taught
Don't flaunt that the candy is good unless you came with plenty

Stooooop!!!!!!

Pos:
In america today
People think they know the way
Of the soul
De la is on the road
To blink and clear the hay
Behind the line of inner fine
We 've explained this time and time
Daisies don't mean everything
Daisies don't mean anything
But the word itself when broken up
Wears just a larger pound
D.a. stands for "t-h-e"
I is "inner"
S is "sound"
Y is "y'all", that's you
Should see the inner sound
Will help you breathe
But still i sport a heavy sigh
When i have to explain
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i
It's just me, myself and i

Paul: so, you're just yourself, huh, pos?
Pos: basically paul, that's it.
Paul: you mean you're not a hippie?
Pos: no.
Paul: not even a half a hippie?
Pos: not a nugget.
Paul: wait. what about you and dove's parents?
Pos: straight up soul brothers and sisters.
Paul: so what the full equation shows is "the inner sound y'all"
Should be focused on, not just the word 'daisy' itself.
Pos: most definitely.
Paul: wait a minute. did you say 'most definitely?'
Pos and paul: rrrr-rah

(ah one two, ah one two)
(ah one two, ah one two)
(ah one two, ah one two)
(ah one two, ah one two)
(breakadawn, breakadawn)
(breakadawn, breakadawn)
(breakadawn, breakadawn)
(breakadawn, breakadawn)

[dove]
In rap goes apartment leave your chart bent off of hits
And catch mad love with a mix
Scream on fire like grits, and make sure the shine spits
Do away with all ignorance
Look out for the roaches and the pits mr. burns beware

[mos def]
I be the mr. bern like the bernstein bears
Keep it sloppy like joe, cuz joe don't care
But as long as i maintain savoirfaire
And the bums on the street chump change i spare
Keep it slick like james brown hair, do
Keep it raw like the z ave crew, true
The temperature's high up, or h-d
If the last thing's a booger you can't count on me
I'm a give a cockroaches, mos definitely

[posdonus]
Now the apartment is getting kinda hot up in here
I guess a de la soul jam's been placed in your ear
Added sugar to the thoughts of the inner-city circle
Who might have to hurt you on a night that's late
When you're in the wrong town picking up your date
I guess your date wasn't set on having you for a mate

Chorus: dove

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am i, to disagree?
I travelled the world and the seven seas
And everybody, say it's gotta be funky

[posdonus]
We be the suns party people rotate around the fun
(it's plug one) one never played no guns
I specialize in never putting wool over the eyes
This is the tower of stain that wouldn't be surprised
If you didn't apply it to the ordinary skin
I'm a mc in love with the way-back-when
Match pens to pad, i be ayamo's dad
Doing laundry to clean up on reality's fad

[dove]
Now we in a sticky situation but we make it fon-kay
And bring it back to the days of watching pu-nky
Brewster, used ta, be in l.i. flats
With the bricks, jibbin this and that, upon tracks

[mos def]
We came to thank kids, not the blankets, but the towel
Shed love with the verb and the vowel
Move grooves like a bowel, de la representer
See funky is the way we keep it settin in your dreams like that

Chorus 2x

Teah yeah, gonna keep it real for the apartments in your area
Yeah, gonna move it like this everybody just funk in your area
Pos one's in your area, maseo's in your area
Too much plug, two much plug
Plug two's in your area
De la's in the area
Attic entertainment
Peace