[Pos] Yo De La to the death, I'm high post Higher than most And it ain't the weed talking cause I don't indulge But I will let the girl rush up on my bulge It's the, elixir, the fixer Yo and Maseo Plug Three the mixer Hard times spitter That nigga Dave keep the rhymes stunnin cause he ain't no quitter Oh what a wonderful web we spin but never stuck on the spoils of men The children in the street They no longer seek three hundred and six zero degrees They +Park+ they mind at +106 &+ freeze Right down to their knees But like every disease, soon come a cure We in the lab, mixin up books and master so pure Tyrant sound, we try But less time available to give it to you low meaning high No longer backed by record companies but back by popular demand, be the man who rock shit All day and understand we display the art the way we want to do 'em Leave it up to y'all to either cheer 'em or boo 'em and ain't heard a ghost yet Weed out your weak credit, put the game on reset and give you the biz, fuck how it was, that's how it is
(Praise the Lord, praise the Lord) (De La Soul is FREE!) (So give praise to the G-O-D) (And don't forget me, Reverand Do Good) (Conductor of the freedom train) (Let freedom rang, let freedom rang, yeahhhh~!)
[Dove] Yeah, see ain't everybody out here gangster It ain't all thugs We ain't really niggaz and hoes, see I'm addicted to a dream An occasional fiend, while you pour your glass of settle I'm thirsty for a better high, a better I Niggaz know the destination but don't walk at all They never even crawl I got needs to put Patrick Ewing's mind at ease But I ain't come to the court just to post up (This is team slaughter) my uniform is fitted, that's the God look Now read between the lines of life cause that's a hard book They say Dave holds his own when he hold the chrome But sometimes a tight grip'll make your mind slip But we back on like runnin to your TV and slidin in your favorite chair, your favorites are here on stage, movin arms like guns for sale Your rebate's in your mail
Ain't gonna be no rebates sent back though I think Cause it's worth the money Just wanna send a shout out to 9th Wonder, Pete Rock Maseo whattup Smiles, Morgan good lookin out cool Little Brother, Spitkickers y'all
Put these awesome lyrics on your blog, profile or website!
Link - Websites & Blogs:
Copy to Clipboard:
COPY LINK
Embed - Websites & Blogs:
Copy to Clipboard: {*scratching for the first 21 seconds*}
[Pos] Yo De La to the death, I'm high post Higher than most And it ain't the weed talking cause I don't indulge But I will let the girl rush up on my bulge It's the, elixir, the fixer Yo and Maseo Plug Three the mixer Hard times spitter That nigga Dave keep the rhymes stunnin cause he ain't no quitter Oh what a wonderful web we spin but never stuck on the spoils of men The children in the street They no longer seek three hundred and six zero degrees They +Park+ they mind at +106 &+ freeze Right down to their knees But like every disease, soon come a cure We in the lab, mixin up books and master so pure Tyrant sound, we try But less time available to give it to you low meaning high No longer backed by record companies but back by popular demand, be the man who rock shit All day and understand we display the art the way we want to do 'em Leave it up to y'all to either cheer 'em or boo 'em and ain't heard a ghost yet Weed out your weak credit, put the game on reset and give you the biz, fuck how it was, that's how it is
(Praise the Lord, praise the Lord) (De La Soul is FREE!) (So give praise to the G-O-D) (And don't forget me, Reverand Do Good) (Conductor of the freedom train) (Let freedom rang, let freedom rang, yeahhhh~!)
[Dove] Yeah, see ain't everybody out here gangster It ain't all thugs We ain't really niggaz and hoes, see I'm addicted to a dream An occasional fiend, while you pour your glass of settle I'm thirsty for a better high, a better I Niggaz know the destination but don't walk at all They never even crawl I got needs to put Patrick Ewing's mind at ease But I ain't come to the court just to post up (This is team slaughter) my uniform is fitted, that's the God look Now read between the lines of life cause that's a hard book They say Dave holds his own when he hold the chrome But sometimes a tight grip'll make your mind slip But we back on like runnin to your TV and slidin in your favorite chair, your favorites are here on stage, movin arms like guns for sale Your rebate's in your mail
Ain't gonna be no rebates sent back though I think Cause it's worth the money Just wanna send a shout out to 9th Wonder, Pete Rock Maseo whattup Smiles, Morgan good lookin out cool Little Brother, Spitkickers y'all
NEW LYRICS 
