Текст (слова) песни: De La Soul - De La Soul is Dead

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)

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