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De La Soul

De La Soul is an American hip hop trio formed in 1987 on Long Island, New York. The band is best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the evolution of the jazz rap and alternative hip hop subgenres. The members are Kelvin Mercer, David Jude Jolicoeur and Vincent Mason, known under a variety of nicknames. The three formed the group in high school and caught the attention of producer Prince Paul with a demo tape of the song "Plug Tunin'". more »

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And, and, bass up the track a little bit 
'Cause I, I'm here I want to hear that 
Boom-bish, boom, you know what I'm sayin'? 
Yeah, yeah, you know the business 
Common Sense, Soul with the De La 
Forget all them playas
We the rhyme-sayers, huh
And that's the business, hah
Gon' do it like this 
Gettin' it hot like the Chicago streets 

I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high 
Always exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie 
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses 
So I can earn the acres (uh), the houses (yeah), the horses (huh) 
Of course it's much greater than your Benz or your Lex 
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex 
Much too complex, effects be live like Das 
Making moves down South to avoid the chaos 
And never, flaunt the coin 'cause dime-getters be gazin' 
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so amazin' (ha)
I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the last laughter 
'Cause even when I'm gone I'm reappearin' in the after 
I have to, send respects to real money makers 
Do not connect us with those champagne sippin' money fakers 
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town 
Now what that prove? You're so full you can't even move (yeah, yeah)

'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies 
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One 
Walk around the planet earth, making money having fun (uh)
And I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N 
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win 
I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N 
I sit and think with a drink

Do you want to be a emcee? Or do you want to serve 
Do you want to be dope? Or do you want to deal it 
Fabricated acryllic, I feel it, I'm the style molester 
I do a show, get extra P's like the Large Professor 
In fact I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a referee
In soul control of my destiny
In the best of three out of five 
Whip anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers 
Take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his-
Rather be in Bebe's alley than at the click with gators 
Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a coach or an owner 
I Used To Love H.E.r. But now I bone her
At one point in rhyme I thought I lost my erection 
But then I got it back with the Resurrection, blessings 
Upon rhymes old man who called him traitor (huh)
Big Com Stradamus, niggas' styles I predict 

I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N 
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (yeah)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies 
Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One 
Walk around the planet earth, making money having fun
Walk around the planet earth, making money having fun
Walk around the planet earth, making money having fun

I'm the most from the coast of the East then flee 
Droppin more knowledge than liter on the New York pave'
It's me, wonder why, in the place to be 
Certified, as superior emcee (ha)
While others explore to make it hardcore 
I make it hard for wack MC's to even step inside the door 
'Cause these kids is rhymey sometimey
And when we get to racing on the mic
They line up to see the lyrical killing with stained egos on the ceiling 
My rhymes escalates like black death rates 
Over music plates being played as the rule 
Kids thinking stepping to the Soul, you're labelled fools 
Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the catching 
I don't worry on what crew you run or what section of Earth 
You reside, you're not even a man 
So I don't seem it mandatory taking your pride 
But I will 'cause my man said Soul for the life 
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it right 
That's understanding microphone mathematics (yeah)
Which leaves the currency in temporary world status 
And when one shows he posed threat to this one 
This one will make that one into none 
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero 
If you can't stand strong like the island I'm from 

Now, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One 
Walk around the planet earth, making money having fun
Yeah, I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N 
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies 
See can't another brother cook these delicacies 
See can't another brother cook these delicacies 

Ah, that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh?
Like triple it, alright 
That's how we do it all the way from Strong Island to Chicago 
The type of freestyler flow 
Yeah, it's fluent
Ain't even a flow no more , ha

And to the Mighty Mos Def, yo, he nonstop 
To my man Enola, yo, he's nonstop 
And to my kin de Calhoun, you know he nonstop 
Yo, that girl MP, yo, she's nonstop 
And to that crew Camp Lo, you know they nonstop 
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop 
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he nonstop 
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop 
And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop 
And my man Extra P, yo, he's nonstop 
And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop 
That kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop 
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're nonstop 
And my peoples Beatminerz, man, they nonstop 
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop 
And, ayo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop 
And to my Dean The Green, yo, you're nonstop 
And to my man Prince Paul, yo, he's nonstop 
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop 
And A Tribe Called Quest, man, they nonstop 
And don't forget the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop 

Tell you a little something about self (tell 'em, son) 
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a toast to Plug Wonder 
Why back in the day who soaked his words in ginger
So when I ran a phrase in June you didn't catch it 'til December 
I'm a member of them kids from the inner city 
Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for 
Making more money than a pagan holiday 
Not from the PJ's, yet I still got something to say

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