[unknown guest poet:] Nah that's not what I mean I mean, every mornin I wake up and I give thanks Y'know, that I get dressed up and rob banks I don't
two You can catch one-two at a theatre near Where you'll find me supportin rap, like a brassiere Not sayin if the game is tits, but you gotta admit that the soul
that song was fly But if my homey can't have none, sayin I won't have fun is honestly just a God damned lie~! Self-missions are less stress, and cut
[Dave:] Hey yo I'm proud to be black y'all, wish I could bring Jay back DJ put the needle to the haystack Pump beats like eighty-six pumped crack Raise
bucks, get the money, and the bid or your Benji's Radar heavy I analyze the blips See me comin in your land I'ma AND-1 this bitch Ain't nuttin to lose
[Dave:] Yeah, the 15 millionth time, 15 and 1 Check it out Yo Com, how you rhyme to this slow shit Yeah yeah, check it out Yo memories of the corner
So you got one night out and wanna act like a little monkey?) (I know IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A CHIMP~!) [Pos:] Can I get a Soul Clap? It's the summertime
didn't make the album, that's why y'knahmsayin so This one is called "De La Soul's Poster" It was recorded during the "De La Soul is Dead" album So you
[Dove:] Aight, back to the "What the [BLEEP]" portion of the tape Umm, this song right here we recorded... in the middle of "De La is Dead" and "3 Feet
x4:] {"You got it") [Pos] I know you got it {"I know you got.."} [Posdnuos:] The aches and pains for cravin for some De La Soul shit To whip yo' ass