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Artist: De La Soul
Album:  De La Soul is Dead
Song:   Pease Porridge
   SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: (Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul)
   - Yo, gee.
   - Yo, word up, gee, man.
   - Yo, man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill, B?
   - Yeah, man, I heard it's kinda fly, man.
   - Yo man, Rakim and De La be up there all the time!
   - Word up! Yo, De La? Yo, those punk kids, man?
   - They ain't punks, man.
   - Yo man, those kids are wack man, straight up booty, wack.
   - Yo, but, yo, that "Buddy", that was kind of fly, man, and
   "Potholes?" Slammin'. Slammin'.
   - Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after they
   came out with "Plug One, Plug Two" then "Potholes", yo,
   then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were
   straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots.
   - Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club,
   though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there!
   - Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers
   show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them!
   (Pease porridge in the pot)
   (Pease porridge in the pot)
   (Pease porridge in the pot)
   (Nine days old)
   My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
   Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
   So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance,
   The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring
   My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues,
   Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
   Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
   And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
   The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
   It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
   But late, but lately loonies acting real bold
   Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry
   Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut
   Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
   Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue
   Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix
   GOSSIP GLADIATORS: (Lashawna and Jenette)
   - Yo, Miss Thing!
   - Yo Merisa, what's up?
   - You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? - Yo I
   was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'.
   - Word man?
   - Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on
   the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
   them and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one,
   Plug Three?
   - Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him.
   - All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him
   real quick, think he didn't when he did, and then them
   other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other
   ones, the other ones?
   - The Violators.
   - The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care
   who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?
   - Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs,
   things like that, you know...
   Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
   Can I? (Yes you can!)
   Why do people think just because we speak peace
   We can't blow no joints?
   (I-I-I don't know)
   GRANDMA MASE: (Squirrel)
   Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it
   keeps me peacefully, no?
   Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked
   And now it's time for some heads to get flown
   We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
   But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
   A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
   Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick
   But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
   I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm
   I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity
   And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat
   I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons
   And sip the Porridge deep into my system
   So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode
   Inside the studio or on a road
   The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step
   It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep
   To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag
   It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag
   (Pease Porridge in the pot)
   (Pease Porridge in the pot)
   (Pease Porridge in the pot)
   (Nine days old)
   Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
   Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow
   Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
   Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled
   Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
   It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pups
   Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade
   So we can throw our lemonade
   In their face and kick their little butts
   FIGHT COMMENTATORS: (Squirrel and Mikey Roads)
   - And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects
   lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
   - Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate
   combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape.
   - Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in
   trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted.
   (Touching fingers, touch, touch)
   (One at a time, touch together)
   People wanna get ragged with the reruns
   Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
   They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
   I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit
   The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
   We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
   Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
   But when, but when we fly that head all the people say
   THE FROG: (Lisle Leete)
   Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogs
   real peaceful like.
   JABIB: (Jarobi)
   In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De La
   Soul is so violent, and we are
   so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and
   they are so violent. I don't understand,
   I don't understand.
   (Pease Porridge in the pot)
   (Pease Porridge in the pot)
   (Pease porridge in the pot)
   (Nine days old)
   (Pease Porridge in the pot)
   (Pease porridge in the pot)
   (Pease Porridge in the pot)
   (Nine days old)
   (Pease Porridge in the pot)