Artist: De La Soul Album: 3 Feet High and Rising Song: Plug Tunin' (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 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?)