Lyrics:
a blender
I cut through the soul not leaving a splinter
Your heart is a bone, de-shell the marrow
I'm tilling the soil of soul
I till it by hand, but I may
ascend 'til we reach De La Heaven
And in a spin, we'll hit the top ten
Then we could meet Mr. Stuckie and Pos'
Brother Lucky will preach, let
ascend 'til we reach De La Heaven
And in a spin, we'll hit the top ten
Then we could meet Mr. Stuckie and Pos'
Brother Lucky will preach, let
to save the day
Can't turn it away, 'cause we out
To find presence way beyond our measure, so baby don't pout
Don't pout, De La Soul now turn it out
nothing but a poison, son.
It brings death to the soul."
La-de-da
De-da-de-da-de-da-da
La-de-da
De-da-de-da-de-da-da
La-de-da
De-da-de-da-de
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of La Banda Corbari were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
entre tes mains que j'ai la guérison de mon âme
Father in your hands there I get the healing of my soul
Papa c'est entre tes mains que j'ai la vie de
crew
Con stunt
Just boom
Soul true
Big cuts
Furia con la good luck
We represent ruff
Show and prove
Got i do
No matter hood
Best stuff
Nobody fear
and d'angelo
Mos def, les nubians, and de la soul
I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm
look dumber than dumb
Done all over by yo self
I'm done with this song
All by myself
Mississipi Soul Singer
Don't even let they soul linger
Ella bailaba cuando nadie la miraba
Entre esas cuatro paredes nada importaba
Solo el sonido de la música que la llevaba a otro lugar
Pero las manos
Problemas de la vida ladrando sin mordida
Avisar ponte pilas solo tienes una vida
Nunca te olvidar aprendiendo de caida
This is what occurs when
Not De La Soul, but fresh on parole
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole
I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger
it's you
It's you who decides by your will what is good
I could give you all my money but it's already your own
I can give to you my service but it's
Not De La Soul, but fresh on parole
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole
I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger
ears
Like Obama, I wish he had another four years
Y'all some jolly good Hollywood squares
I'm like, ahem, approach the author with your offering
I
then you're paid
Buy your own Group Home all Aceyalone
But if the Project get Blowed De La Soul rolls on
Stay out the Celly Cel get your Melle Mel
And be
the Oakland c's to all the Beatles
To the seven c's and de la soul and george and weezy
The ghost of warren zevon and the heroin needles of carmelita
Hey
some love till it gone!
La la la la la la la la la
He dive too deep too low
He doesn't know what is tomorrow?
His shirt is so creed follow by his fellow
jour Mais quand elle sera là
Sans vous faire de discours On la reconnaîtra
Je changerais de quartier Je saurais que j'étais fait
J'serais à Elle tout
to De La Soul (ownn)
I just had to believe in real shit to give in (knaimean)
But it never came about to what I wish in my memories (nah)
A burden for
your fear
Of telling the truth
Why ain't you true
Why's your soul poor?
I am a good hearted person
Showin some love with no reason
I'm being real for
Peace, this is Spike Lee
A.k.a. Shelton Jackson Lee
A.k.a. loving husband and father
Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson
I'm here with De La Soul
am i
I dont have enough capability to stand for the truth
You better tell me what is bad and what is good
I sign all of these petitions
Nowadays being
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