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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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1996

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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  knowhatI'msayin? 
Yeah yeah you know the bizness 
Common Sense  soul with the De La 
Get all them play ahs 
We the rhyme sayers 
Huh  and that's the bizness  hah 
Gonna do it like this 
Gettin it that 
Like the Chicago streets 
 
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high 
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie 
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses 
So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) 
Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex 
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex 
Much too complex, EFX/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 
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 haveta, send respects to real money makers 
Do not connect us with those champaign 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 

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

Do you want to be a MC? 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 
Refa-ree in soul control of my 
Desti-ny, in the best of, three out of five 
Whip ANYBODY ass at NBA Live, rappers 
Take a dive like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass 
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 (ahuh-hah!) 
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 
Big Com Stradamus niggaz styles I predict 

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

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 no other brother cook these delicacies 
Well I'm the P-L-you, 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 litter, on the New York peeve 
It's me, wonder why, in the place to be 
Certified, as superior, MC 
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 rhyming, sometiming 
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 
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 

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

Now I'm the P-L-U, the-G-to-the-One 
Walk around the planet earth making money having fun 
Yeah, and I'm the-see-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 

Ahh 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, and we don't need to flow no more 
Hah 

To my man Mos Def yo he nonstop 
To my man Enola, yo he's nonstop 
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo he's nonstop 
Yo that girl MP, yo she's nonstop 
And to that crew Camp Lo, yo 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 yo, 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 
 
Let me tell you a little something about Soul (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 jigga 
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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