Artist: De La Soul
Album:  and the Anonymous Nobody...
Song:   CBGB's
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Posdnuos]
Beach boy bonanza, sunrise, get up
Surfin on a curb from inception of a set-up
Planet in black granite, halos above it
The autopsy can't top me, beloved
Dissect survival, passed on a whisper
Placed on the other crew shoutin out, "It's the..."
("It's the NEW S..." <- King Ad-Rock)
Boys who shot joy inside the violent
(Hail from New York) with a mars inside it

[Dave] (Posdnuos)
This is for the bottom of the deck (Yo, who got squad?)
They call us the the little Cochise (Cause he the engine, baby)
I +Rev+ it like +Run+, the squint in the sun
I bet you bottom dollar I get louder than a bomb
A pH balance, son, I walk the phenom
Like typo, might go, dope in the stash

[Posdnuous] (Dave)
Crooked counterfeits (We keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (Keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (Keep it straight cash)
Crooked counterfeits (Straight cash)
(Cash... cash...)

You're a peanut with a cashew