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  • Song Lyrics » D » De La Soul » Plug Tunin' (original 12"version) Lyrics
    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

    Pos:
    Answering any other service,
    Perogative 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, hmmmm)
    (mmm-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 should never be lost
    All due to a clue of a naughty noise called
    Plug tunin'

    (hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
    (mmm-hmm, yeah)

    Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
    Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two

    Dove:
    Dazed at the sight of a method
    Dying at the death of a neverending verse
    Gasping and swallowing every last letter
    Vocalised 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
    Leaving are fixed 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, hmmm)
    (mmm-hmm, yeah)

    Vocal in doubt is an uplift
    And real is the answer that i answer with
    Dying yet live, what you must realise
    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, hmmm)
    (mmm-hmm, yeah)
    (no-one that i know can live my life for me)
    (are you ready for this?)