De La Soul - De La Mix Tape_Remixes... (2004) by De La Soul (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

Yeah!
[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

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

POS
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)

(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)

Intro:

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)

POS:
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

[Dove]
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