Hiphop Dünyasında Bir Dönüm Noktası: 3 Feet High And Rising

1989 yılında yayınlanan bu albüm, türün sınırlarını zorlayan, alışılagelmişin dışında bir vizyonla kurgulanmış özgün bir başyapıttır. Kendine has "D.A.I.S.Y. Age" (Da Inner Sound, Y'all) felsefesini merkeze alan bu çalışma, sadece müzikal bir koleksiyon değil, aynı zamanda dinleyiciyi kendi iç dünyasına ve yaratıcı bir karmaşaya davet eden bir yolculuktur. Albüm boyunca duyulan oyun şovu atmosferi ve günlük yaşamdan kesitler, dinleyiciye samimi ve oyunbaz bir tonda seslenirken, alt metinlerde derin bir felsefi sorgulama yatmaktadır.

### Şarkı Şarkı Analiz

### Intro

* **Ana Tema:** Bir oyun şovuna giriş ve dinleyiciyi konsepte hazırlama.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün bir yarışma programı formatında kurgulanacağını müjdeleyen bu bölüm, karakterlerin tanıtımıyla başlar. Sorgulayıcı ve eğlenceli sorularla, dinleyicinin albüm boyunca karşılaşacağı entelektüel ve absürt yolculuğa dair ilk sinyaller verilir.

### The Magic Number

* **Ana Tema:** Üç rakamının sembolik gücü ve grubun birliği.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün temel direği olan bu şarkı, üç kişilik yapının uyumuna ve yaratıcılığına odaklanır. Üç rakamı, evrenin ve müziğin temel yapı taşı olarak yüceltilir; negatif enerjilerin bu toplamla nasıl pozitif bir düzleme taşınacağı anlatılır.

### Change In Speak

* **Ana Tema:** İletişim tarzının evrimi ve özgün bir ses yaratma çabası.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Grubun kendi içindeki değişimi ve "yeni soul" olarak adlandırdıkları tarzı nasıl şekillendirdiklerini ifade eder. Adımların, ritmin ve sözlerin birbirini tamamladığı, barışçıl ve yenilikçi bir duruş sergilenir.

### Cool Breeze On The Rocks

* **Ana Tema:** Dinlenmeye ve müziğin akışına bırakılmaya davet.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Kısa, kesik cümlelerle örülü bu geçiş parçası, albümdeki oyunbazlığı pekiştirir. Müziğin "cool" atmosferini yansıtırken, bir yandan da oyun şovu formatındaki belirsizliği devam ettirir.

### Can U Keep A Secret?

* **Ana Tema:** Sosyal gözlemler, hijyen ve grup içi dinamikler üzerine absürt bir diyalog.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Günlük hayatın küçük, önemsiz ancak komik detaylarına (kepek, tıraş, hijyen) mizahi bir bakış açısı getirir. Bir "sır" paylaşımı havasında ilerleyen parça, grubun samimi ve hafif deli dolu kişiliğini ortaya koyar.

### Jenifa Taught Me (Derwin's Revenge)

* **Ana Tema:** İlk aşk, tecrübe ve ilişkilerin öğretici doğası.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bir ilişkiden alınabilecek dersleri, mizahi bir hikayeleştirme ile anlatır. Jenifa karakteri üzerinden yaşanan deneyimler, "kendi şekerinin tadını başkasına gösterme" gibi öğütlerle birleşerek olgunlaşma sürecini temsil eder.

### Ghetto Thang

* **Ana Tema:** Sosyal gerçeklik, çevre baskısı ve ghetto yaşamının karmaşası.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en ciddi ve toplumsal eleştiri barındıran parçalarından biridir. Bulundukları çevrenin zorluklarını, şiddeti ve çaresizliği "ghetto thang" metaforu üzerinden sorgular. "Büyüdüğümüz yer, olduğumuz kişiyi şekillendirir" mesajı, sert gerçekliklerle işlenmiştir.

### Transmitting Live From Mars

* **Ana Tema:** İletişim, yabancılaşma ve farklı frekanslar.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Fransızca diyaloglarla ilerleyen bu kısa bölüm, grubun deneysel tarzını yansıtır. Günlük rutinlerin (öğle yemeği gibi) farklı bir boyutta, Mars'tan naklen yayınlanıyormuş gibi aktarılması, müziğin sınır tanımadığını gösterir.

### Eye Know

* **Ana Tema:** Aşkın sadakati ve içselleştirilmiş bir sevgi dili.

* **Lirik Analizi:** "Daisies" (papatyalar) metaforu üzerinden saf ve derin bir sevgiyi anlatır. Sevgilinin varlığının, tüm maddi değerlerin üzerinde tutulduğu, birbirini daha iyi anlayabilme üzerine kurulmuş bir aşk şarkısıdır.

### Take It Off

* **Ana Tema:** Dış görünüşten arınma ve sahtelikten uzaklaşma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Modayı, eşyaları ve yüzeysel değerleri reddetmeyi temsil eder. "Takılarını, kıyafetlerini çıkar" çağrısı, aslında kişinin tüm yapay katmanlarından soyunup özüne dönmesi gerektiğiyle ilgilidir.

### A Little Bit Of Soap

* **Ana Tema:** Öz temizlik ve dürüstlük.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Yine günlük yaşamdan, kokudan ve hijyenden yola çıkarak, aslında kişinin karakterindeki "kirleri" temizlemesi gerektiği metaforunu işleyen kısa ve etkili bir parça.

### Tread Water

* **Ana Tema:** Zorluklar karşısında dirençli kalmak ve hayatta kalma mücadelesi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Timsah, sincap ve balık gibi hayvan karakterleri üzerinden, hayatta karşılaşılan sorunları nasıl yönetmek gerektiğine dair metaforik bir rehber sunar. "Suyun üzerinde kalmak" (tread water), imkansız görünen durumların üstesinden gelme yeteneğini temsil eder.

### Potholes In My Lawn

* **Ana Tema:** Mahremiyetin ihlali ve yaratıcı çalınmalar.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Grubun kendi sanatsal alanlarına, fikirlerine yapılan izinsiz müdahaleleri "çimlerimdeki çukurlar" olarak nitelendirirler. Bir sanatçının fikirlerinin başkaları tarafından sömürülmesine duyulan tepkiyi anlatır.

### Say No Go

* **Ana Tema:** Bağımlılıklardan korunma ve irade gücü.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Uyuşturucu kullanımının getirdiği yıkımı, bir yaşam tarzı eleştirisi olarak sunar. İradeli olmanın, "hayır" diyebilmenin bir zayıflık değil, kişisel bir zafer olduğunu vurgular.

### Do As De La Does

* **Ana Tema:** Grubun kendi kurallarını koyması ve özgüven.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Canlı bir konser havasında ilerleyen bu parça, kitleyle kurulan iletişimi ve grubun kendine has tutumunu "Bizim gibi yapın" mottosuyla özetler.

### Plug Tunin' (Last Chance To Comprehend)

* **Ana Tema:** Sanatsal kimliği tanımlama ve dinleyiciyi eğitmeye çalışma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Grubun "Plug" kimliğini ve müziğin nasıl "ayarlanması" (tunin') gerektiğini anlattığı bir manifestodur. İlk anlaşılmayan tarzlarını, dinleyiciye daha net bir şekilde sunma çabasıdır.

### De La Orgee

* **Ana Tema:** Mahremiyetin ve cinsel çekimin absürt bir dille dışavurumu.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en kışkırtıcı ve oyunbaz anlarından biridir. İlişki dinamiklerini, oldukça ham ve filtresiz bir şekilde sergiler.

### Buddy

* **Ana Tema:** Arkadaşlık, çekim ve sosyal birliktelik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bir topluluğun parçası olma, arkadaşlık ve romantik ilginin kesiştiği noktaları inceler. "Buddy" kelimesi, hem bir yoldaşı hem de arzulanan kişiyi temsil ederek, albümün neşeli ruhunu korur.

### Description

* **Ana Tema:** Kimliklerin ve grup üyelerinin tanımlanması.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümde emeği geçen her karakterin, grubun birer parçası olarak kendilerini tanıttığı bir sunum bölümüdür. Herkesin kendine has karakteriyle bir bütün oluşturduğu vurgulanır.

### Me, Myself And I

* **Ana Tema:** Bireysellik ve kendine sadık kalma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en ikonik parçasıdır. Dış dünyanın dayattığı "imaj" baskısına karşı, kişinin sadece kendiyle barışık olması gerektiğini savunur. "Ben, kendim ve ben" üçlemesi, öz saygının en güçlü ifadesidir.

### This Is A Recording For Living In A Fulltime Era (L.I.F.E.)

* **Ana Tema:** Sanatçı olarak yaşamanın zorlukları ve kalıcılık.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Müziğin geçici bir hobi değil, "tam zamanlı" bir yaşam biçimi olduğunu savunur. Stüdyo çalışmalarından günlük yaşama kadar her anın bir sanat eseri üretimi için feda edilişini anlatır.

### I Can Do Anything (Delacratic)

* **Ana Tema:** Sınırsız yaratıcı özgürlük.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Grubun sanatsal olarak her şeyi deneme ve yapabilme yetisine duydukları inancı işleyen, özgürlükçü bir tavırdır.

### D.A.I.S.Y. AGE

* **Ana Tema:** Albümün felsefesinin nihai manifestosu.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albüme ismini veren "Da Inner Sound, Y'all" kavramının derinliğini açıklar. Herkesin içindeki sesi bulması ve papatyalar gibi doğal, saf bir şekilde büyümesi gerektiğini savunan, albümü görkemli bir şekilde bitiren bir ilahidir.

### Freedom Of Speak (We Got Three Minutes)

* **Ana Tema:** Kısıtlı zamanın sunduğu özgürlük.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün sonuna doğru, sınırlı bir süre içerisinde her şeyi söyleyebilme özgürlüğünü temsil eder. "Üç dakikan var, istediğini yap" mantığı, yaratıcılığın zaman kısıtlamasında bile nasıl parlayabileceğini gösterir.

De La Soul - "3 Feet High And Rising" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (1989)

"Intro"

[Al Watts:]

Hey, all you kids out there! Welcome to Three Feet High and Rising! Now, here's what we do. The following contestants, how are you doing, contestants?

[Contestants:] Okay. Alright'. Yo Mama

[Al Watts:] So fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves. Contestant number one!

[Contestant 1 (Dove):]

How ya doin', Al. Just came all the way down from Wichita just to be on this show. You know it's gonna be swell and I wanna win all the money. I wanna win all the money. See ya

[Al Watts:] All right, contestant number two

[Contestant 2 (Mase):] Excuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase, I'm from Australia, and I'm quite glad to be here

[Al Watts:] Okay, contestant number three

[Contestant 3 (Pos):]

Hello, my name is, uh, Plug One, and um... Let me tell you a little bit about myself, I like Twizzlers and um, I like the Alligator Bob, and my favorite drama movie is Bloodsucking Freaks, just like your mama

[Al Watts:] Okay, and contestant number four

[Contestant 4 (Prince Paul):] Hello, my name is Prince Paul and I'm just... glad to be on the show. Thank you

[Al Watts:]

OK, and now we've met our contestants, let's get to the game! I'm going to ask an amount of four questions, and you'll try to answer them correctly. Now, you out there in the audience can answer along with them! How many feathers are on a Perdue chicken? How many fibers are intertwined in a Shredded Wheat biscuit? What does 'Tuhs eht lleh pu' mean? How many times did the Batmobile catch a flat? Now that we know the questions, we'll let the contestants think them over, and we'll return right after these messages

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"The Magic Number"

[De La Soul {Fiorello La Guardia}:]

(Got to have soul)

Three, that's the magic number

(Three) Yes, it is, it's the magic number (Three)

Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community

Was born three: Mase, Dove and me

And that's the magic number

{What does it all mean?}

[Posdnuos {Fiorello La Guardia}:]

Difficult preachin' is Posdnuos' pleasure

Pleasure in preachin' starts in the heart

Something that stimulates the music in a measure

Measure in the music, breaks in three parts

Casually see but don't do like the soul

'Cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys

Doin' hip-hop hustle, no rock and roll

Unless your name's Brewster, 'cause Brewster's a Punky {Three}

Parents let go, 'cause there's magic in the air

Criticizing rap shows you're out of order

Stop, look and listen to the phrase Fred Astaires

And don't get offended while Mase do-si-do's your daughter

A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set

Fly rhymes are stored on a Da.I.S.Y production

It stands for "Da Inner Sound, Y'all" and y'all can bet

That the action's not a trick, but sure 'nough a function

{What does it all mean?}

[De La Soul:]

Everybody wants to be a DJ

Everybody wants to be an Em Cee

But being speakers are the best

And you don't have to guess

De La Soul posse consists of three

And that's the magic number

(Three)

[Trugoy the Dove {Fiorello La Guardia}:]

This here piece of the pie

Is not dessert, but the course that we dine

And three out of every darn time

The effect is "Mmm" when a daisy grows in your mind

Showing true position, this here piece is

Kissin' the part of the pie that's missin'

When that negative number fills up the casualty

Maybe you can subtract it

You can call it your lucky partner

Maybe you can call it your adjective

But odd as it may be

Without my one and two where would there be

My three? Mase, Pos and me

And that's the magic number

{What does it all mean?}

[Trugoy the Dove:]

Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul

Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds

Common are speakers who honor the scroll

Scrolls written daily creates a new sound

Listeners listen 'cause this here is wisdom

Wisdom of a Speaker, a Dove and a Plug

Set aside a legal substance to feed 'em

For now get 'em high off this dialect drug (Three)

Time is a factor so it's time that counts

Count not the negative actions of one

Speakers of soul say it's time to shout

Three forms the soul to a positive sum

Dance to this fix and flex every muscle

Space can be filled if you rise like my lumber

Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle

Shake, rattle, roll to my magic number

(Three)

[De La Soul {James Brown}:]

Now you may try to subtract it

But it just won't go away

Three times one?

(What is it?)

{One, two, three}

And that's a magic number

[Skinny Boys:]

Yo, what's up?

[Run-DMC:]

One, two, three

[Fiorello La Guardia:]

(I say, children, what does it all mean?)

[Run-DMC:]

(Whoa-whoa-whoa, one, two, three)

(I wouldn't lie to you)

[Bob Dorough:]

No more no less, that's a magic number (Three)

No more no less

What it is

No more no less

[The Fatback Band (Bob Dorough):]

Is this the future?

(No more no less)

[Syl Johnson (Bob Dorough):]

Do the shang-a-lang

(No more no less)

[Bob Dorough:]

Lord, tomboy tryna talk to me

No more no less

[Eddie Murphy (Bob Dorough):]

Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?

(No more no less)

[Johnny Cash (Bob Dorough):]

How high's the water, mama?

(No more no less)

How high's the water, mama?

(No more no less)

(Three feet high and rising)

(No more no less)

[Bob Dorough:]

Three, that's a magic number

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"Change In Speak"

[Posdnuos:]

Once again it's time to buy more soul

A flavor you will savor in your soul

Wax is distributed and then sold

So watch it turn, bring your next of kin soul

P.A. Mase has rocked it on the console

Scream real hard until you blow your tonsils

Bang-oh-bang until you burn your shoe soles

'Cause you are now dancing to the new soul

[Trugoy (aka DOVE):]

Live is the motion of the soul step

Set the exposure to my one step

This scene'll last to the next step

All those in favor take a big step

True to the Soul, we'll never back step

In sense to that, we don't half step

Just as a reminder from the last step

Negative ones are lost in footsteps

Levels we've set will never go down

Competitions commence the step down

Those involved with peace who know the Soul's down

Can see that the Soul has got a new sound

Dance until you find yourself a new part

If you don't then I'll give you the True part

When received you'll see the real small part

Of the new way is no part at all

[Posdnuos:]

Pos and Dove is rarely caught not dressed in peace

Movements always walking 'round now stressing peace

When this biter should know true in peace

Instead they cause violence and shoot out beef

Still we are professing to be on a roll

Public cause this party going on the road

And if you crave sex, drugs and rock'n'roll

Sent by the Quest, Jungle and De La Soul

Give 'em a taste, Mase

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"Cool Breeze On The Rocks"

"Cool breeze"

"Rock that shit homie"

"Gotta" "Rock"

"Lyte as a" "rock"

"A-a-a-a-a-as a rock"

"Cool breeze" "Rockin' it, rockin' it"

"Rock" "You gotta rock it"

"Keep on rockin'"

"Rock's the best" "Rockin' music"

"Cool breeze" "The king of" "Rock'n'roll"

"Rock, rock" "This world for you"

"King Ad-" "Rock the bells"

"I want" "Body body rock, body body rock"

"You are now rockin' with the best"

"I put this together to" "Rock the house"

"Knocker!"

"I wanna" "Rock" "with you"

[Al Watts:] Contestant #1, do you have the answer?

[Contestant 1 (Dove):] Um... I wish my cousin Nag was here, he knows these things, no, I'm sorry, I don't

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"Can U Keep A Secret?"

Ah, yeah, ah, ah, ah

Prince Paul likes Buddy

Posdnuos likes Buddy

Trugoy likes Buddy

Mase likes Buddy

Wouldn't you like Buddy, too? Ooh

Prince Paul needs a haircut

Mase needs a haircut

Posdnuos needs a haircut

Trugoy would you please give us a haircut?

Prince Paul needs a Luden

Trugoy needs a Luden

Posdnuos needs a Luden

Mase needs a Luden

Everybody I want to just get a Luden

Paul has dandruff

Posdnuos has a lot of dandruff

Mase has big fat dandruff

Trugoy has dandruff

Everybody in the world, you have dandruff

Dante is a scrubb

Dante is a scrubb (scrubb)

Dante is a scrubb (is a big scrubb)

Dante is a scrubb (a super scrubb) (scrubb)

(And ya not gettin' the haircut either, scrubb!)

☆☆☆☆☆

"Jenifa Taught Me (Derwin's Revenge)"

[Dove:]

Access to her code

Lovestruck was my mode

Took a look, dropped my textbook

Jenifa... (oh!)

Breakfast, broke it fast

She was in my English class

Asked for notes, rocked my boat

Jenifa... (oh!)

Jenny, lost her favorite penny

So I gave her a dollar

She kissed me (and I hollered)

In a flash the school bell rang

Jenny grabbed on to my hand

Took me home and said, Trugoy just

Swing and swing and swing

[Pos:]

The downstairs, where we met

I brought records, she cassettes

Lost the breaks, found her shape

Jenifa, oh Jeny

Transcripts showed more than flirt

"I love Daisies" read her shirt

Grabbed my jeans, Jimmy screamed

Jenifa, oh Jeny

Marvelous, shaped like a vase

No one can live their life for Pos

Found a house, aroused my joust

Jenifa, oh Jeny

Her clothes, I did shuck

Just like Dan, I strictly stuck

To the punt, she cried, "Kick it"

Posdnuos was in

Jenny

Only thought about Jimmy

But asked was I a virgin

Like some kid named Derwin?

She said, "Let's try it in the bathroom"

But 'dnuos is way above sinks

So to the kitchen she did Dan

And came back wrapped in Saran

Now wait a minute! Little Derwin got something to show us that Jenny could never do!

Listen...

Hey, look at little Derwin! Look at him go! Look at him go!

Aw, baby

[Dove:]

Positions, muscles flexed

Dove was lost in a gon-a-hex

Passed her test, felt her teddy

Jenifa, oh Jeny

Notions soothed the mood

Dove was lost in De La heaven

Screwed plug two, did the do

Jenifa oh Jeny

Jeny

Teased my homeboy Granny

In fact she teased so many

She was known as a garden tool

[Pos:]

No more I dispatched

Was it Jimmy had met his match

Or could it be the realization

All girls owned a Jeny

For normal health, I had fought

A valuable lesson she had taught

Don't flaunt that the candy is good

Unless you came with plenty

☆☆☆☆☆

"Ghetto Thang"

[Posdnuos:]

(Mary had a little lamb)

That's a fib—she had two twins, though and one crib

Now she's only fourteen, what a start

But this defect is ground common in these parts

Now life in this world can be such a bitch

And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch

Negative's the attitude that runs the show

When the stage is the G-H-E-T-T-O

[Trugoy the Dove:]

Which is the one to blame when bullets blow

Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe

But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk

And Peter's pimping Jane, and John's a punk

Infested are the halls, also the brains

Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains

Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown

The kids are all alone

'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

[Samples:]

"It's just the ghetto thang" ("Word")

[Posdnuos:]

Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule

This title is sought by the coolest fool

Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs

Attention in the largest span and loves to lead

Always found at the jams, but never dance

Just provoke violence due to one glance

The future plays no matter, just the present flow

When the greeting place is the G-H-E-T-T-O

[Trugoy the Dove:]

Lies are pointed strong into your skull

Deep within your brain against the wall

To hide or just erase the glowing note

Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat

Truth from Trugoy's mouth is here to scar

Those who blame the G for all bizarre

So open up your vents and record well

'Cause this is where we stand, for the true tell

Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways

Now there could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play

If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range

Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change

Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact

They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack

To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold

The truth they never told

'Cause it's just the ghetto thang

[Samples:]

"It's just the ghetto thang" ("Word")

[Posdnuos:]

Do people really wish when they blow

Out the cake candles, and if so

Is it for the sunken truth which could arise

From out the characters in which the ghetto hides

Roses in the ring supply their shown relief

Granted it's planted by their shown belief

Kill and feed off your own brother man

Has quickly been adopted as the master plan

Posses of our people has yet to provoke

Freedom or death to them, it's just a joke

What causes this defect, I don't know

Maybe it's the G-H-E-T-T-O

[Samples:]

"It's just the ghetto thang" ("Word")

[Trugoy the Dove:]

Standing in the rain is nothing felt

When problems hold more value, but never dealt

With buildings crumbling to the ground

Impact noise is solid sound

But who's the one to say this life is wrong

When ghetto life is chosen strong

We seem to be misled about our dreams

But dreams ain't what it seems

When it's just the ghetto thang

[Samples:]

"It's just the ghetto thang" ("Word")

"Word"

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"Transmitting Live From Mars"

Ecoutez: "À midi"

Quelle heure est-il ?

Il est midi

C'est l'heure de déjeuner

Qu'est-ce qu'il y a à manger ?

Des saucisses, sans doute

Écoutez et répétez: "A midi"

Quelle heure est-il ?

Quelle heure ?

Quelle heure est-il ?

Est-il ?

Quelle heure est-il ?

Il est midi

C'est l'heure de déjeuner

C'est l'heure

C'est l'heure de déjeuner

De déjeuner

C'est l'heure de déjeuner

Qu'est-ce qu'il y a à manger ?

Qu'est-ce qu'il y à ?

☆☆☆☆☆

"Eye Know"

(feat. Otis Redding)

[Pos:]

Greetings girl and welcome to my world of phrase

I'm right up to bat

It's a D.A.I.S.Y. Age and you're about to walk top-stage

So wipe your Lottos on the mat

Hip-hop love this is and don't mind when I quiz your

Involvements before the sun

But clear your court 'cause this is a one-man sport

And who's better for this than Plug One? (Plug One)

Now don't worry about me squashin' other deals

'Cause they've already been squashed

Freeze a frame about moods the same which we can continue

Right behind the bush

You'll stay with me, I know this

But not because of all my Earthly treasures

Or regardless to the fact that I'm Posdnuos

But because

[Steely Dan:]

I know I'll love you better

[Dove:]

May I cut this dance to introduce myself as

The chosen one to speak?

Let me lay my hand across yours

And aim a kiss upon your cheek

The name's Plug Two (Is Plug Two)

And from the soul I bring you

The Daisy of your choice

May it be filled with the pleasure principle

In circumference to my voice

About those other Jennies I reckoned with

Lost them all like a homework excuse

This time the Magic Number is two

'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce

My destiny of love is brought to an apex

Sex is a mere molecule

In this world of love that I have for you

It's true (True)

[Steely Dan:]

I know I'll love you better

[Pos:]

Now it's time to let this rhyme style

Get somewhat poured in the mold

Hold my hand and we'll pick my plantation

Of Daisies for a bouquet of Soul (Soul)

Life will begin at the cut of a rim

Take it as filled to the rim as in brim

Squeeze your stoop like Betty Boop

We'll make Campbell's Alphabet Soup

And spell Plug One's within

Forward march is the say

When transistors will play

Come into bed is the mood

Dolby sound will be then top crowned

When I put the needle into your groove

I got a good thing

And in full swing (In full swing)

I show this in gifts, words or letters

But even without those three

I know you'll be close to me 'cause

[Steely Dan:]

I know I'll love you better

[Dove:]

It's I again, and the soul that I send

Is taking steps to reach your heart

Any moment you feel alone

I can fill up your empty part

We can ascend 'til we reach De La Heaven

And in a spin we'll hit the Top Ten

Then we can meet Mr. Stuckie

And Pos' brother Lucky will preach

"Let the wedding begin" (The wedding begin)

Shot by an arrow of cupid

Through the string of a G-clef

My dear, I claim you're deaf

And if you can hear me, by golly gee

Trugoy is ready for what you possess

We could live in my Plug Two home

And on Mars where we could be all alone

And we make a song for two

Picture perfect things and I sing of how

[Steely Dan:]

I know I'll love you better

☆☆☆☆☆

"Take It Off"

(It's hurting.)

(Smell your breath!)

(You smell like Jabba.)

(Your nose is what's doing it.)

(You're talking into the recording... Yo!)

(Okay Lucky, start it off.)

Take take take take take it off

Take it off, take take take take it off

Take it off

Take it off!

(Take that suede front off)

Take it off!

(Take those contacts off)

Take it off!

(Take that horsemeat off)

Take it off!

(Take those shell-toes off)

Take it off!

(Take those track fleas off)

Take it off!

(Take that doo-rag off)

Take it off!

(Take that moth neck off)

Take it off!

(Take those fat laces off)

Take it off!

(Take that bomber off)

Take it off!

(Take that BVD off)

Take it off!

(Take those Converse off)

Take it off!

(And those Gazelles too)

Take it off!

(Take that Kangol off)

Take it off!

(Take that Jordache off)

Take it off!

(Take that Afro off)

Take it off!

(Take that jhericurl off)

Take it off!

(Take that Le Tigre off)

Take those acid-washed jeans, bell-bottomed, designed by your mama

Off? Please? Please

☆☆☆☆☆

"A Little Bit Of Soap"

[Posdnous:]

Please listen to this simple De La style I'm gonna sing

It's strongly directed to all the misery you're bringing

Now I'm not all about dissing someone else personnel

But there's no quota on your odor

That's right, you smell

Now you might feel a little embarrassed, don't take it too hard

And don't make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard

Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope

Please take your big ass to the bathroom

And please use

(A little bit of soap....)

[Al Watts:] Okay contestant #2, do you have the answers?

[Contestant 2 (Mase):] No, no. I don't

☆☆☆☆☆

"Tread Water"

[Dove:]

I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile

He had daisies in his hat, so I stopped him for a while

He delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage

What it was was more then plug-up dosage

More than DAISY age

Conversation drew a rule

Which the crowd will roar by millions

Mr. Crocodile said, 'Dove, you must look

For now the villains try to hold you underwater

But one thing we all must heed

Sony Walkmans keep us walking

De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water'

As I walked along my journey

I thought, 'What have I just learned?'

In a flash I saw commotion

There was movement in these ferns

Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?

I shouted out in fear, 'Who's there?'

'It's me,' said Mr. Squirrel

'I've searched for you all over, now you're found

No time to waste. We must find the Preacher Man

We must find the P.A. Mase

For my population's dying, and we're all in tune to doom

Like your Daisy, I need water, I need chestnuts to consume.'

'Mr. Squirrel,' I said, 'I'm sorry

But the problem can't be solved

If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved

Always look to the positive and never drop your head

For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread

So let's tread water'

[Pos:]

Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'Plug time's up'

Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup

As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish

I looked down and then around and I heard

'Hi! I'm Mr Fish!

How do you do? As for me I'm in tip-top shape today

'Cause my water's clean and no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Filet

See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do

Though you're fed up, throw your head up

With this advice from me to you

And that's to tread water'

As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun

As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard

'Psst, excuse me, Plug One.'

From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered

'Yes, are you talking to me?'

'No alarm meant,' he said, 'Let me introduce myself

I'm Mr Monkey.'

'Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five

Now how does your problem meet?'

He said, 'My bananas are at their ripest, but they all stand at three feet

My swinging hand is bandaged up

Could you help me with this chore?'

I brought him down to the Native shop

And bought him copies of the De La score

Which assisted well in his elevation

Now all bananas is at his grasp

He decided with this accomplished

He would put me on to the path

He told me to live by the Inner Sound, y'all

Which would bring me health in showbiz

Then to use them, not abuse them

And then in the words that got me to 'em

And that is to tread water

☆☆☆☆☆

"Potholes In My Lawn"

(Yo, something's wrong here. No, not again!)

(Get the daisies for the...)

Potholes in my lawn

[Dove:]

Everybody's sayin'

What to do when suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin'

They don't know that the Soul don't go for that

Potholes in my lawn

And that goes for my rhyme sheet

Which I concentrated so hard on, see

I don't ask for maximum security

But my dwellin' is swellin'

It nipped my bud when I happened to fall

Into a spot

Where no ink or an ink-blot

Was on a scroll

I just wrote me a new mot

But now it's gone

There's no

Suckers knew that I hate

To recognize that every time I'm writin'

It's gone

(Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a)

(Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

Potholes in my lawn

[Pos:]

I've found that it's not wise

To leave my garden untended

'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy

Even paws are after my writer

See, I've found that everyone's sayin'

What to do when suckers are preyin'

Upon my well-guarded spreadsheets

Oh why, hell does it send up fleets

Of evil-doers through the big hole

To get to evil-doers who dig holes

Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew

I think I'd better plant traces to give clues

Or better yet call 911

And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One

Open a chair and let them realize the reason

For concern of the Soul

'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes

(Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a)

(Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

Potholes in my lawn

(Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?)

[Dove:]

Now you got the method

What to do when you die

The death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin'

It's a shame that you deny to claim

That you stole my words of fame

That I wrote in my rhyme sheet

Which I concentrated so hard on, see

I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B

But my dwellin' is swellin'

It nipped my bud when I happened to fall

Into a spot

Where no ink or an ink-blot

Was on a scroll

I just wrote me a new mot

But now it's gone 'cause those

Suckers knew that I hate

To recognize that every time I'm writin'

It's gone

Potholes in my lawn

(Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a)

(Yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

Potholes in my lawn

☆☆☆☆☆

"Say No Go"

[Posdnuos:]

Now let's get right on down to the skit

A baby is brought into a world of pits

And if it could've talked that soon in the delivery room

It would've asked the nurse for a hit

The reason for this? The mother is a jerk

Excuse me, junkie which brought the work

Of the old into a new life, what a way

But this what a way has been a way of today

Anyway push couldn't shove me to understand a path to a basehead

Consumers should erased it in the first wave

'Cause second wave from believers and believers

Will walk to it then, even talk to it and say

(You got the body now you want my soul)

Nah, can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Mase...

Say no go

[Dove:]

Nah, no my brother, no my sister

Try to get hip to this

Word, word to the mother

I'll tell the truth so bear my witness

Fly like birds of a feather, drugs are like pleather

You don't wanna wear it

No need to ask that question, just don't mention

You know what the answer is

[Posdnous:]

Now I never fancied Nancy but the statement she made

Held a plate of weight, I even stressed it to Wade

Did he take any heed? Nah, the boy was hooked

You could've phrased the word "Base" and the kid just shook

In his fashion class once an A now an F

The rock rules him now, the only designs left

Were once clothes made for Oshkosh

Has converted to nothing but stonewash

[Dove:]

Now hopping in a barrel is a barrel of fun

But don't hop in if you want to be down, son

'Cause that could mean down and out as an action

What does it lead to? Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb

People say what have I done for all my years

My tears show my hard-earned work

I heard shoving is worse than pushing

But I'd rather know a shover than a pusher 'cause a pusher's a jerk

Say no go

[Posdnous:]

Believe it or not the plot forms a fee more than charity

But the course doesn't coincide with the ride of insanity

Is it a chant that slant the soul to feel for it?

I know it's the border that flaunts the order to kill for it

Standing, scheming on a young one

Taking his time, eight-ball for a cool pool player

Racked it all, tried to break, miscued

Got beat by the boy in blue

Next day you're out by the spot once more

Looking hard for a crack in the hole

I ask what's the fix for the ill stuff, word to the Dero

The answer should have been no

[Dove:]

Run me a score from the Funky Four Plus One More

(It's the joint!) Rewind that back

This is the age for a new stage of fiend

Watch how the zombies scream, "It's the crack!"

Plain is plain it should explain it from the start

Behind the ideals of cranking up the heart

Now the base claims shop over every park

Say no go

Don't even think about it

Say no go

☆☆☆☆☆

"Do As De La Does"

(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Uh-huh! All right now! Oh yeah! Yo! Word! Oh! Yeah!

Uh-huh!)

[Mase:]

Yo yo yo yo! We got De La Soul in the house, the producer Prince Paul

P.A. Mase, and I wanna know one

Thing! Yo, yo! You gotta show right up your hands, let me hear you say

Aa-ow!

(Aa-ow!)

Aa-ow!

(Aa-ow!)

Come on! Come on! Come on!

[Pos:]

Plug One on the mic, P-L-U-G-O-N-E, yo what's up, you know about Jimmy

You know about Jenny, I want

Everybody in this place, c'mon, say plug it up!

(Plug it up!)

Say plug it up!

(Plug it up!)

You got somebody next to you with some bad-ass breath, I want you to tell that brother, come on, tell him "Take a Luuden!"

(Take a Luuden!)

Say take a Luuden!

(Take a Luuden!)

Plug Two!

[Dove:]

What's up! Here we go!

If you like to drink some soda, let me hear you say Coca-Cola!

(Coca-Cola!)

Coca-Cola!

(Coca-Cola!)

Stop!

[Paul:]

Ah yeah, pump it, pump it, ah yeah, pump it up!

You if you got doo doo in your pocket, you got doo doo in your pocket

Put one hand in the air like this, wave it

Back and forth, say doo doo!

(Doo doo!)

Say doo doo!

(Doo doo!)

Come on! Ah yeah!

[Mase:]

Yeah yeah this is Plug Three! This is Plug Three! Yeah! Say hoo!

(Hoo!)

Hoo!

(Hoo!)

[Popmaster Hight:]

Hey De La Soul, you fucking lasagna heads, that's better than my mama's lasagna! Hey! Hey, come on! That was freakin' A, man! I really wanna take it back home with me, you know! I really get into your fuckin' music! It's so excellent! Ah, you big sconzilli heads! De La Soul's so fuckin' great!

[Dove:]

Let me hear you say 'I like to eat that...'

[Al Watts:] Okay, Contestant 3. Do you have the answers?

[Contestant 3 (Pos):] Nada nunca

☆☆☆☆☆

"Plug Tunin' (Last Chance To Comprehend)"

[Liberace:]

"And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics

Perhaps the most famous classic in all the world of music"

[Trugoy the Dove:]

The first time around, you didn't quite understand our new style of speak

(Don't worry, we can fix that right now)

So why don't you all just grab your bags

(Come on aboard, hoist the anchor, and we'll be off)

(And good luck to both of you)

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One

[Posdnuos:]

Answering any other service

Prerogative praised positively I'm acquitted

Enemies publicly shame my ability

After the battle they admit that I'm with it

Simply soothe, will move vinyl like glue

Transistors are never more shown with

Like wind, vocal flow brings it all down in ruin

Due to a clue of a naughty noise called "plug tunin'"

[Samples:]

("Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm")

[Posdnuos:]

Flock to the preacher called "Pos"

Let him be the stir to the style of your stew

Sit while the kid of the Plug form aroma

Then grab a Daisy to sip your favorite brew

Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior

But don't let the kick drum stub your big toe

See that the three will be your thread

But like my man Chuck D said, 'What a brother know'

Dance while I play and the cue cards sway

From my flower girls China and Jette

The button is pressed, in '89 we'll start the panic

From De La Soul and a Prince from Stet

Negative noise will be all divided

Dangerous to dance, Posdnuos will croon

Ducks and kizids will all be rid

When paying position to the naughty noise called

"Plug tunin'"

[Samples:]

("Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm")

[Trugoy the Dove:]

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two

Freeze 'cause these are the brothers

Brothers of the Soul who present a new flick

Every last viewer is tuned to the method

Known to be a method, no magicians, not a trick

Bitten by the spoken who been titled Plug Two

Swallowed by the loonies who are jealous with the showbiz

Dove'll teach the truth, Posdnuos will preach the youth

To the fact that this will bring an end to the negative

Flow to the sway 'cause I say fa-so-la-ti

At the top we will dwell

Difference is fame and we rise then we build

Where we are set, we get fat and we swell

Motions of the Soul is a positive stride

One step forward is the space we consume

Vivid as the moon, you have yet to assume

How the Soul found the motto of a naughty noise called

"Plug tunin'"

[Samples:]

("Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm")

[Trugoy the Dove:]

Vocal is local so believe that

This chant sends L.I. on the strong map

Trying and live so you best realize

That the gift that I present, I say gift wrap

Style of the Tune is personal

And defining what's the rhyme is worst of all

Stop, sit and study 'cause the meaning isn't muddy

Just preach and do the gear as the first of all

Watch while the pitcher is pitching

'Cause this is the pitch of the year

Sing a simple song but keep the swing strong

Though you heard Dove crying, I ain't fearing

Those who think De La's on the flip tip

Try to flip this and you're doomed

Watch for the B-B 'cause if you try to grieve me

You'll be hung by the wire of the Plug Tune

[Samples:]

("Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm")

(I can't twist your arm and make you stay with me)

(Are you ready for this?)

☆☆☆☆☆

"De La Orgee"

[Dove:]

This is De La Orgee

It's in there

Say you like it. Tell me you like it

I like it, oh I like it

More! More!

What's my name? What's my name?

Flip over!

Mase!

On your stomach. Put your face in the pillow

Yes!

Seven feet. Seven-feet long!

[Mase:] [?]

Cut it!

You like Jimmy? Tell me you like Jimmy, tell me you like Jimmy

I like Jimmy!

Scream for Jimmy

I like Jimmy

Cut the damn tape!

Cut it!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Buddy"

(feat. Jungle Brothers & Q-Tip)

[Dove (Q-Tip):]

Hello

Meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)

Meany, meany, meany, meany, mean

(You gotta do that again, Dove)

Meany, meany, meany, meany (Say what?)

Meany, meany, meany, meany, mean (Okay)

[Dove:]

Hello it's the Soul

Troopin' in wit the Jungle patrol

And this one's about the KO's, the knockouts out there

Who's holdin' my buddy

Hold up (Wait a minute)

[Pos:]

Now just wait

We're gonna talk about Buddy on this plate

But before we let the herd out the gate

Make sure the all the levels are straight out the jungle

(The Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers)

[Afrika:]

De La Soul, from the soul

Black medallions, no gold

Hangin' out wit Pos, hangin' out wit Mase

Buddy buddy buddy all in my face

[Mike G:]

For the lap, Jimbrowski must wear a cap

Just in case the young girl likes to clap

Ain't for the wind but before I begin

I'll initiate the buddy with a slap

[Q-Tip:]

Now for the next

I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest

And when I quest for the buddy I don't fess

For my jimmy wants nothin' but the best (the best)

The best (ooh wee!)

Let's stick out jimmy and see what we can catch

(Stick em up, stick em up jimmy)

Nets won't be needed unless

(Jenny wanna get right to the flesh)

(Sweet little woman, sweet little woman)

[Pos:]

I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y (why)

'Cause I never let it walk on by

When it comes to me and Jenny I seem

(Very serious) like a Peek Frean

Buddy is the act that occurs on the lift

When Jenny and jimmy start shootin' the gift

Boy let me get shot I won't even riff

[Afrika:]

Buddy buddy, don't you know you make me go nutty

I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy

Not too skinny and not too chubby

Soft like Silly Putty

Miss Crabtree, I hope that you're not mad at me

'Cause I told you that it was your buddy

That was making me ever so horny

Junglelistically horny

[Dove:]

On the dial my buddy talks to me for a while

Plug Two is the (Q-Tip: Q to her Tip)

On the A side or sometimes the flip

(Never gonna flip this record)

Buddy is the bud to my daisy tree

And the Luden to my do-re-mi

And the pleaser to my man Plug 3

(Plug 3 gets all the buddy)

[Mike G:]

Behind my bush, my buddy likes the way that I push

And like a champ just knock it on out

Never ever once sellin' out

(Or let loose the juice)

My buddy helps me to

(De La my Soul)

Keepin' jimmy in total control

Without Jimmy I'd be on a roll

(La la la l-la la la la, la la la l-la la la la)

[Q-Tip:]

Hey girl I heard ya lookin' for some good times

If you Quest from the Soul, here's what we'll find

A whole lot of fun, lots of fun together

Just like kissin' cousins (yeah that's kinda clever)

Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close

If you be my buddy, I will boast

That we're like Ethel Mertz and Lucille MacGillicuddy

You can be mine and I can be your buddy

[Dove:]

The best buddy's in evening wear

Long lovin' lets Tru know (he's in there)

I feel sorry for those who pay a fare (a fee) word to the D

I don't beg I just tease my buddy with my right leg

And when it's ready what's said is buddy is best in bed

(Word)

[Afrika:]

Fly buddy told us all to get into a circle

Said don't worry cause I won't hurt you

All I really wanna do is freak you (she freaked us)

[Mike G:]

And I watched and then I checked my Swatch

To see the time

The Soul had formed a buddy line

And that buddy was (mine all mine)

[Pos:]

Now when Tribe, the Jungle, and De La Soul

Is at the clubs our ritual unfolds

Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands

(Then Jenny start flockin' in every brand)

'Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware

Yo fellas, should we keep her aware?

(Mmm hmm, yeah!)

☆☆☆☆☆

"Description"

(feat. Q-Tip & Prince Paul)

[Dove:]

I am Trugoy

A dove-like boy

Could wingspread

But instead

I will employ

[Mase:]

Me thee Plug Three

Or Baby Huey

I eat up

All ketchup

For its tendency

[Pos:]

I am Plug One

I'm 19 years young

I love peace

Well at least

I think we need some

[Q-Tip:]

I'm Q-Tip y'all

3 Feet produced by Prince Paul

This session

Was lessoned

By one Qualiall

[Granny:]

I am Granny

Thank discoriety

The 3, 4

Yo, no more

I need peace for me

[China & Jette:]

I'm China

I'm Jette

The Cue Cards we inject

We're crazy for Daisies

When we're on the set

[Paul:]

Will rise, not fall

Definition, Prince Paul

I mentor

Don't be sore

When I say

That's all

☆☆☆☆☆

"Me, Myself And I"

[Ohio Players:]

Say it now

[Dove:]

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Tell me mirror, what is wrong?

Can it be my De La clothes

Or is it just my De La song?

What I do ain't make-believe

People say I sit and try

But when it comes to being De La

It's just me myself and I (Say it now)

[Dove (Funkadelic):]

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

It's just me myself and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

It's just me myself and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

It's just me myself and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Say it now

[Posdnuos (Ohio Players):]

Now you tease my Plug One style

And my Plug One spectacles

You say Plug One and Two are hippies

No, we're not, that's pure Plug bull

Always pushing that we formed an image

There's no need to lie

When it comes to being Plug One

It's just me myself and I (Say it now)

[Dove (Funkadelic):]

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

It's just me myself and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

It's just me myself and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

It's just me myself and I (And I)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Say it now

[Loose Ends (Ohio Players):]

Mi-ine, mi-ine

Mi-ine, mi-ine (Say it now)

[Dove:]

Proud, I'm proud of what I am

Poems I speak are Plug Two type

Please, oh, please let Plug Two be

Himself, not what you read or write

Right is wrong when hype is written

On the Soul, De La that is

Style is surely our own thing

Not the false disguise of show-biz

De La Soul is from the soul

And in fact I can't deny

Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie

And from me myself and I

[Dove (Funkadelic):]

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

It's just me myself and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

It's just me myself and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

It's just me myself and I, and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

[Posdnuos (Q-Tip):]

Glory, glory, hallelugh'

Glory for Plugs One and Two

But that glory's been denied

By kizids and dookie eyes

People think they diss my person

By stating I'm darkly pack

I know this, so, I point at Q-Tip

And he states, ("Black is Black")

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Shovel chestnuts in my path

Just keep all nuts twistin' up

So, I don't get an aftermath

But if I do, I'll calmly punch them

In the 4th day of July

'Cause they tried to mess with third degree

That's me myself and I

[Dove (Funkadelic):]

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

It's just me myself and I (Me myself and who?)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

It's just me myself and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

It's just me myself and I, and I

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

[Loose Ends (Funkadelic):]

Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

[Al Watts:] Contestant 4, do you have the answers?

[Contestant 4 (Prince Paul):] Oh, it's on the tip of my tongue... I can't think of it. I just can't think of it ...

☆☆☆☆☆

"This Is A Recording For Living In A Fulltime Era (L.I.F.E.)"

(This is a recording) (Life)

[Pos & Dove:]

Living in everyday is something

Something everyday like this is our livin'

Giving something sheer for the crowd is our major

Major to the crowd is to hear what we're givin'

No time to rest, we got work in the studio

Studio suppliers rest at no time

Showtime is enough when the Soul is performing

Performing is the Soul y'all, and it's showtime

Coping with dates in clubs, can't even lounge

Lounge with the homeboys how we are copin'

Scoping new material for Paul to plug high-pitched

High-pitched what Paul plugs in and still scopin'

Bearer of peaceful views to express peace

Peaceful expressions why we are bearers

What the Soul tries to project is when existing in rap

You're living in a full-time era

(This is a recording!)

(This is a recording) (Life)

[Pos:]

Puttin' in spin the rhyme, rappers fear so

Fear so much of what Pos is puttin'

Couldn't do better, the punks they don't try hard

Try hard enough, they don't, so they couldn't

No joke to what I do inside this field

This field to me is filed, there's no joke

So soak up the fact there's no part-time

Part-time rappers at, so soak

Taking in new ideals leads to new groups

New groups to better the Soul, I'm takin'

Wakin' from days and nights to do my best

(Your best gets us paid)

So I'll keep on wakin'

Wearer of a Plug logo to the dying

Dying are rappers who think I'm no wearer

What I'm trying to say is when dealing in rap

You're living in a full-time era

(This is a recording!)

(This is a recording) (Life)

[Dove:]

Love is to all, to all goes my love

Dove comes to peace like stand comes to sit

Stand for the court, 'cause standing is healthy

Healthy in sense is mentally fit

Pause for the poets of a new style of speak

Just here to do the same with no trick

Grab the Plug Two's live wire, my brother

And find that you've grabbed my pet boa constrict

Ringo's the garbage I'm hearing

Seek for the truth, my brother is tearing

No time to back-step, 'cause if you back-step

Look what you stepped in, you stepped in mess

So look what's around you

Don't worry for the Soul will find the truth

About three years from now, you know why?

'Cause we're living in a full-time era

(This is a recording!)

(This is a recording) (Life)

☆☆☆☆☆

"I Can Do Anything (Delacratic)"

(It's Delacratic)

If I want to I could jump off this building

(It's Delacratic)

I could hold two pieces of doo-doo in my hand

(It's Delacratic)

I could call everybody in that room a rubberneck

(It's Delacratic)

Come on, please?

(It's Delacratic)

I can say anything that I want

(It's Delacratic)

I could wave my hand in my air

(It's Delacratic)

I could stick my hand up my nose

(It's Delacratic)

I could hold my foot and count to three

(It's Delacratic)

I can do anything

(Possie? Dovie? Masie?)

(Pass my bag.)

☆☆☆☆☆

"D.A.I.S.Y. AGE"

(Whoa. Stay, stay, stay)

(Daisy! Daisy!)

(I love daisies, I love daisies

I love pushing up your favourite daisies)

(Daisy!)

(This is Posdnuos, the president of a paragraph)

[Pos:]

Paragraph

President

President preaching 'bout the on-tech

Known for the new step

Stop and take a bow

Amityville

Resident

Resident supported by the speaker view

Want to feel it in your shoe

Let me show you how

Platform

Witnesses

Witnesses, show you to my show-lab

Fill you with my vocab

Hope you have a spoon

Discuss

Contracts

You like the way I vocalise

And bring it to a compromise

My P.A. won't set up 'til noon

It's a DAISY age

Sun

Ceiling

Ceiling connects to the sun

Burning inside everyone

On a side, plug-a-fied sire

One

Million

Demonstrations have been heard

My hair burns when I'm referred

Kid shouts my roof is on fire

Dancing

Dancing like a bandit

Psychics try to stand it

Keep it up until they burn a cell

Romancing

Romancing dialect in shows

Posdnuos creating flow

You say you didn't know

Oh well, it's a DAISY age

[Dove:]

Pedal

Promenade

Promenade people to the providence

Dove will show dominance

Inside of every phrase

Rebel

Renegade

Renegade reaching only topflight

Can't find your new height

Think you need a raise

Dialect

Ultimate

Ultimate strings from the soul stuff

Copies always staying rough

Before they go to plate

Try a pack

It'll stick

Stick to you but won't deflate

Keeping all the levels straight

I tell you, mate, that we're top rate

'Cause it's a DAISY age

The speak

Motor

Motor is the heart beat

Sleeping in your car seat

Kept alive to every mile discovered

Complete

Quota

Quota sharp at 12 noon

Risen to a new tune

Positive is greater than negative

Image

Mirror

Mirror image don't contend

Vocals should be comprehended

Silver audience'll say what's said

Scrimmage

Nearer

Nearer to the goal line

Forget about the rose vine

The Soul will let you know it's time

And it's a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

La la la la, la

This is a DAISY age

(Sing about, sing about the DAISY age)

(Let it rain, let it rain, rain on a DAISY)

(Rain on, rain on)

(All y'all suckers can undes-)

[Al Watts:] Now we're at the end of the show. Contestants, do you have any answers?

For those of you who think your answers are correct

Don, tell them where to send the answers to

[Don:]

Thanks, Al. For all you listeners at home who think you have the right answers, jot 'em down on a four-by-ten sheet of paper and get two proof of purchases from the back of the album, and send them to Tommy Boy records in care of Dante the Scrubb, 1747 First Avenue, New York, New York, 10128

For those who have all four answers correct, you will receive a specially selected grand prize

Thanks and goodnight, for Three Feet High and Rising, this is Don Newkirk

☆☆☆☆☆

"Freedom Of Speak (We Got Three Minutes)"

Y'all got three minutes do what y'all wanna do

Yo, so speak as free as possible

Check the clock!

Watch me!

Come on!

Funky!

Bright everyday I wake up

Look at my travels they scuffed up

Ring go the telly which I pick up

Turn on the news as it screws up

Mase on the line to see if I'm up

Wrong thing to do at 5, I hang up

Lay on the floor sit and think up

Why the whole world alone is messed up

Woke up the same morning I felt fine

Took me a shower I smelt fine

Checked out the weather it looked fine

Made some breakfast, I cook fine

My girl calls me, she's so fine

Wanted me to help her go find

Some shoes but I had words to define

And it was Tuesday, I had to tape P-Fine

Folks styling jokes get the time set

Blooming of the tune growing it's set

Positive it is and perfectly set

Soul go to show soon we all set

Slipping lunatics shipping one set

Need is for these not upset

Chance to spread word we're the full set

Rhythm weighs more than your weight set

3 will be the number till sunset

Plug 1 & 2 now we all set

Dove praises flow in your headset

Flow De La Flow there is no threat

Categories carry difference in sets

Differences is equal to an offset

De La from the Soul and its kept set

Soul is the reviver, Mase are you set?

Watch me!

Put it there!

You got to get it!

Get it!

Shout now!

My name's Posdnuos and I'm above sink

The world is so out of synch

A lot of emcees can't play sync

That's why unfortunately they sink

But problem and speak are no way sync

We wash problems like hands in a sink

I hate to make this rhyme leave sync

But the reason De La bad is cuz we think

It took us a time but the crew's here

Activate a dance when you hear

A roll from the Soul like this here

And respond to the bond that assists here

Politics of speaking are intended here

And the president of paragraph will end it here

Cuz the three has completely lured here

That freedom of speak is assured here

Folly fit the frequency in your show

Wa...

Yo, you all only had three minutes!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Jenifa Taught Me (12" Version)"

This song does not contain explicit lyrics, but the thought is erotic. Aw, baby!

Access to her code

Love-struck Dove is Dove's mode

Took a look, Drop my books

Jenifa, oh Jenny

Breakfast was our Greetings

Yogurts and bird seeds what I fed

Slipped a note, rocked my yacht

Jenifa, oh Jenny

Jenny, only thought about Jimmy

But didn't think about Derwin

The Jimmy who's only a virgin

Steady we go, Jenifa led

Pluggin' her tune was freedom well said

So what's the fix, oh Jenifa

Can a brother of the soul get swingin'?

The downstairs, where we met

I brought records, she cassettes

Lost the break, found her shake

Jenifa, oh Jenny

Transcripts showed more than flirt

'I love daisies' read her shirt

Grabbed my jeans, Jimmy screamed

Jenifa, oh Jenny

Morals shaped like a vase

No one can live their life for Pos

Found her house, aroused my joust

Jenifa, oh Jenny

Her clothes, I did shuck

Just like Dan I strictly stuck

To the punt, she cried, 'Kick it!'

Posdnuos was in

Jenny, only thought about Jimmy

But asked was I a virgin

Like some kid named Derwin?

She said, 'Let's try it in the bathroom,'

But 'Dnuos is way above sinks

So to the kitchen she did Dan

And came back wrapped in saran

Positions, Muscle Flex

Dove was lost in Aghonal-hex

Passed her test, felt her teddy

Jenifa, oh Jenny

Notions soothed the mood

Dove was lost in De La heaven

Screwed Plug Two, did the do

Jenifa, oh Jenny

Jenny

Teased my homeboy Granny

In fact she teased so many

She was known as a garden tool

Did her thing while I plugged once

Hope she don't fall fat nine months

From now, I'll tell you what

Trugoy ain't ready

Worned out was my cater

Mind you this was three days later

The door tune blew, you guess who

Jenifa, oh Jenny

Advance to the radio

Teddy persuaded us to turn off the light

Wanted me to rhyme while she wrapped me up in a ball of twine

No more, I dispatched

Was it Jimmy had met his match

Or could it be the realization

All girls owned a Jenny

For normal health I had fought

A valuable lesson she had taught

Don't flaunt that the candy is good

Unless you can give plenty

☆☆☆☆☆

"Ain't Hip To Be Labelled A Hippie"

[Posdonus:]

In America today (In America today)

People think they know the way (Think they know the way)

Of the Soul, De La is on the road

To blink and clear the hay (Clear the hay)

Behind the line of inner fine (Inner fine)

We've explained this time and time (Time and time)

Daisies don't mean everything (Everything)

Daisies don't mean anything (Anything)

But the word itself when broken up

Wears just a larger pound (A larger pound)

D.A. stands for "T-H-E" (T-H-E)

I is "Inner" (Inner), S is "Sound" (Sound)

Y is "Y'all", that's you should see the Inner Sound

Shall help you breathe

But still I sport a heavy sigh (A heavy sigh)

When I have to explain

[Posdnuos:]

It's just me, myself and I

[Prince Paul & (Posdonus):]

So, you're just yourself, huh, Pos?

(Basically Paul, that's it)

You mean you're not a hippie?

(No)

Not even a half a hippie?

(Not a nugget)

Wait. What about you and Dove's parents?

(Straight up Soul brothers and sisters)

So what the full equation shows is "The Inner Sound Y'all"

Should be focused on, not just the word 'DAISY' itself

(Most definitely)

Wait a minute. Did you say "Most definitely"?

(Rrrr-rah!)

☆☆☆☆☆

"What's More"

[Posdnuos & Trugoy the Dove:]

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One

[Posdnuos:]

Tell me what's more essential

Rap lines, party past nine

Or reading which is fundamental

Tell me what's more pollution

Black fog, burning logs

Or infested prostitution

Tell me what's more appealing

Fast food job, corn on the cob

Or interstate drug dealing

Tell me what's more tantalizing

Flip flops, skeezer lies and props

Or 3-Feet High and Rising

Tell me, what's more?

[Trugoy the Dove:]

Tell me what's more demanding

A dominant race, a fad called base

Or peace and understanding

Tell me what's more neglected

Teaching our seeds the fact there's greed

Or words being said in a record

Tell me what's more pathetic

A lollygag lush, the habit to cuss

Or a lawsuit filed on a medic

Tell me what's more amusing

Comic strip, or break that hip

Or what Prince Paul's producing

Tell me, what's more?

[Posdnuos (Trugoy the Dove):]

Tell me what's more old-fashioned

Lemonade, a black man's fade

Or a kiss that's soaked in passion

(Tell me what's more secretive)

(Love looks, a diary book)

(Or the De La style us speakers give)

Tell me what's more off-tempo

Wearing pink, a fizzy Lipton drink

Or a brother with acne and dimples

(Tell me what's more confusing)

(A Rubik's Cube, a dusted dude)

(Or a figure in which one is choosing)

(Tell me, what's more?)

[Maseo:]

Yo, Pos and Dove, stand clear to be plugged up

Ah, the hell with that, I ain't got no time to be playin' with it

Just tell me what's going on, I just wanna know what's going on

Go ahead, Pos and Dove, tell me what's going on, man

I just wanna know what's happening, man

Ah, you don't wanna tell me what's going on

I'd just like to say what's up to the Jungle Brothers

I'd like to say what's up to the Quest

I'd like to say what's up to Monie

I'd like to say what's up to Latifah

Mike, you in the house

Hey, Pos, Dove, what's going on, baby?

Prince Paul, hey, what's up, man? I'm coolin'

This is P.A. Mase and I just wanna say

Hey, Kool DJ Red Alert, what's up, man?

Ah man, we outta here, alright, peace, y'all

☆☆☆☆☆

"Plug Tunin (Home Demo)"

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One

Answering any alter service

Prerogative praised positively I'm acquitted

Enemies publicly shame my utility

After the battle their admittance I'm with it

Simply soothe, well moved vinyl like groove

Transistors are never more shown with light

When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin

Due to the clue of the naughty noise called

Plug tunin'

Doo do, doo do, doo do, doo do, mm hmm mm yeah

Flowing in file with a new style

Barrels are cleaned then loaded for salute

Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouthpiece

Paragraph preacher is now introduced

Drums are heard sounding off in each and every person

Vocal confetti is thrown at top stage

Roses and violets aren't proper for throwin'

For showin' appreciation, why?

This is a Daisy Age

Hands won't sweat 'cause there's no threat

Mic will stay dry while place at soul use

Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time

'Cause they're marketed and labeled speaker Posdnuos

The Stitch will fit with every consumer

Microphone use in sales will start Bloomin'

Profit and cost could never be lost

All due to the clue of a naughty noise called

Plug Tunin'

Doo do, doo do, doo do, doo do, mm hmm mm yeah

Dazed at the sight of a method

Dive beneath the depth of a never-ending verse

Gasping and swallowing every last letter

Vocalized liquid holds the quench of your thirst

Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown

Different individuals are dazzled with the showbiz

Auditions are gathered but the Soul would just rather

Hold a count at four and in the end leave it as it is

Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi

I'll fix lunatics who will hawk

Words are sent to the vents of humans

Then converted to a phrase called talk

Musical notes will send a new motto

Every last poem is recited at noon

Focus is set, let your Polaroids click

As they capture the essence of a naughty noise called

Plug Tunin'

Doo do, doo do, doo do, doo do, mm hmm mm yeah

Vocal in doubt is an uplift

And real is the answer that I answer with

Dying yet live, what you must realize

That the tune that I present is surely not a gift

Different in style is definite

And style which I flaunt is sure legit

Now set aside, I say I hold pride

In performing this melodic misfit

So swing 'cause this pitcher is pitching

In sense, JD Dove is now saying

All sing along to his favorite song

While the pocket transistors are playing

Least but not last, I'm frightened

For the worlds that I reply hold doom

Life of the chant can be stopped by accident

When you're tripping the wire of the plug tune

Doo do, doo do, doo do, doo do, mm hmm mm yeah

No one that I know can live my life for me

☆☆☆☆☆

"Freedom Of Speak (Home Demo)"

Bright every day I wake up

Look at my travels they scuffed up

Ring go the telly which I pick up

Turn on the news as it screws up

Mase on the line to see if I'm up

Wrong thing to do at 5, I hang up

I lay on the floor sit and think up

Why the whole darn world is messed up

Woke up the same morning I felt fine

Took me a shower I smelt fine

Checked out the weather it looked fine

Made some breakfast, I cook fine

My girl calls me, she's so fine

Wanted me to help her go find

Some shoes but I had words to define

And it was Tuesday, I had to tape P-Fine

Folks styling jokes get the time set

Dance move the two that rest on it's set

Positive it is and perfectly set

Soul go to show soon we all set

Lunatics who split the ship to one set

Neither here for these no need to upset

Chance to spread the words we are the full set

Rhythm weighs more than your weight set

Three the family from rock 'til sunset

Plug the plug TEC 'cause now we are set

Dove praises flow inside your headset

Flow De La Flow for there is no threat

Categories carry difference in sets

De La from the soul and it is kept set

Differences is equal to an offset

Soul is the reviver, Mase are you set?

My name's Posdnuos and I'm above sink

The world is so out of synch

A lot of emcees can't play sync

That's why unfortunately they sink

But problem and speaker no way sync

We wash problems like hands in a sink

I hate to make this rhyme leave sync

But the reason De La's bad is 'cause we think

It took us a time but the crew's here

Activate a dance when you hear

A roll from the Soul like this here

And respond to the bond that assists here

Politics of speaking are intended here

And the president of paragraph will end it here

'Cause the three has completely lured here

That freedom of speak is assured here

You got to

☆☆☆☆☆

"Plug Tunin' (Original 12" Version)"

[Mase:]

Yo Pos and Dove, stand clear to be plugged up into line one and two

So y'all can flaunt the new style of speak

(And good luck to both of you)

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One

[Posdnuous:]

Answering any other service

Prerogative praised positively I'm acquitted

Enemies publicly shame my utility

After the battle they admit that I'm with it

Simply soothe, will move vinyl like glue

Transistors are never more shown with like

When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin

Due to a clue of a naughty noise called

"Plug tunin'"

(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm)

(Mm-hmm, yeah)

Flowing in file with a new style

Barrels are cleaned and loaded for salute

Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouth

This paragraph preacher is now introduced

Drums are heard sounding off on each and every person

Vocal confetti is blown at top stage

Roses and violets aren't proper for throwing

When showing appreciation, why? This is a Daisy Age

Hands won't sweat 'cause there's no threat

Mic will stay dry while pitchin' so loose

Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time

'Cause they're marketed and labeled sticker 'Posdnuos'

This pitch will fit with every consumer

Microphone loosed in cycles, start blooming

Profit and cost could never be lost

All due to a clue of a naughty noise called

"Plug tunin'"

(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm)

(Mm-hmm, yeah)

Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two

[Dove:]

Dazed at the sight of a method

Dive beneath the depth of a never-ending verse

Gasping and swallowing every last letter

Vocalized liquid holds the quench of your thirst

Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown

Different individuals are dazzled with the showbiz

Auditions are gathered but the Soul would just rather

Hold a count at three and in the end leave it as it is

Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi

I'll fix lunatics who will hawk

Words are sent to the vents of humans

Then converted to a phrase called talk

Musical notes will send a new motto

Every last poem is recited at noon

Focus is set, let your Polaroids click

As they capture the essence of a naughty noise called

"Plug tunin'"

(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm)

(Mm-hmm, yeah)

Vocal in doubt is an uplift

And real is the answer that I answer with

Dying yet live, what you must realize

That the tune that I present is surely not a gift

Different in style is definite

And style which I flaunt is sure legit

Now set aside, I say I hold pride

In performing this melodic misfit

So swing 'cause this pitcher is pitching

In sense JD Dove is now saying

All sing along to his favorite song

While the pocket transistors are playing

But least but not last I'm frightened

For the words that I reply hold doom

Life of the check can be stopped by accident

When you're tripping the wire of the Plug Tune

(Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm)

(Mm-hmm, yeah)

(No-one that I know can live my life for me)

(Are you ready for this?)