Artist: De La Soul Album: The Return of DST (S) Song: The Return of DST Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [robotic voice] Fresh routine was born in {Bronx-ZILLA} Much respect to the Mighty Zulu Natioooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon... [Intro] It's comin (It's comin) It's comin... It's comin (It's comin) It's comin... It's comin! (It's comin!) It's comin! IT'S HERE! [Posdnuos] Now when you want that real, you're talkin us Talkin a certified seal, you're talkin us Servin a full course meal, you're talkin us Runnin the play-by-play, you're talkin us Original movement all day, you're talkin us Man, there's nothin else to say, you're talkin us cause it's us, you know it's us We were never the meant-to-be- trapped-in-the-lane-around-all-your-memories, we swerve thru And watch you in your rear view stuck to your past while on we continue with the future on the menu We stay at this; run through drills and practice Stretches, suicides, sketches, showin positions to get past oppositions, we back for the game Y'all know the name! Two decades deep Evaluate the rap sheet, we earned some scars Albums earned some stars, but never act star-studded When them pretty eyes recognize who we are, we follow procedures And the bats got gutted, I play the mound and not normally found in the Quote of the Week (Week!) Yet I don't give you weak quotes to speak (speak!) And ain't ONE part of the art that's ghostwritten And when it gets to that point I'll be the first to stand up in the joint and let you know that I'm quittin 'Til then, I stay daze in DAIS' for the ways of win - my way's legit Got lyrics that snuffed them niggaz born into bluff Citizens arrest, throw your hands in the cuff Don't play quiet now, we got you with the try it NOW! Make a run for it if you dare, get tackled while you're still in a shackle Scrapped and bruised of a foot on your back from the one with the Plug input for the jack [Dave] Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, best insure your rep State Farm in the area, insure they rep Get that Geico lizard pa, insure your rep All State or Progressive, insure your rep And throw hand over fist, hold mics like this Chicks like lips, but this ain't porno You heard it all before, huh? Well, this ain't normal It's that fingerprint rap, where fingertips hold Pens pushin out life like babies get born We heard ya crew pop-off, but we the popcorn It's that Orville Redenbacher, the Hobbes stand firm (and straight) Five minutes to perm (and what the chemicals bate) It's all botany, cheap top monopoly Been in them loose-leaf since Christ had beef Shouldn't cross your boy or crucify men Go against ya whole Battle Galac' with one bend (And putcha Ls') Loose limited life gets lost Look like de-luxe went out your mic's cause We run the 400, I'm D if more want it Better open up them garden doors I'm tryna pardon yours and put legendary on map And campaign kids and infants on laps And fam ain't catch a glimpse since on rap It ain't nothin exciting, nothin like lightning FLASH DST and Theo-DORE (The Grandmixer) The relecs of emcees is at war (The Masterdon) The fantastic to C-C-4 Once and for all, we settle the score, so bust it Workmatic, is you ready to win the Gs'? [Pos] The gusto is comin home with me 86, are you ready to win the Gs'? [Dave] The gusto is goin home with me and Plug Won, is you ready to win the G? [Pos] The gusto is comin home with me Plug Two, are you ready to win the G? [Dave] The gusto is goin home with me Why the Most, is you ready to win the G? [Pos] The gusto is coming home with me Trugoy, is you ready to win the G? {*De La Soul version fades out as Cold Crush Brothers version fades in*} [Cold Crush Brothers] ...The gusto is goin home with me Master Rob, are you ready to win the G? The gusto is goin home with me So Whipple Whip, are you ready to win the G? The gusto is goin home with me Ah-Rubin Dee, are you ready to win the G? The gusto is goin home with me Ah-Kevie Kev, are you ready to win the G? The gusto is goin home with me THE WAY THE COLD CRUSH LOOK, THEY SHOULD BE ASHAMED YOU KNOW OUR SLANG, NOW HERE'S OUR REAL NAMES (I'm Kevin - I'm Darryl - I'm Jay - I'm Rubin - and my real name is Robinnnnn~!) AH-LIKE A FOUR-LEAF CLOVER WHEN THE PARTY IS OVER COLD CRUSH'LL BE STARTIN MOBBIN ROMANTIC FANTASTIC VIBE - HAH-HAH EACH ONE IS QUALIFIED TO MAKE A DEAD PARTY COME ALIVE - OOH~! AND MAKE THE GIRLS GATHER US LIKE FLIES OF THE EMCEES, ONE I REP WE GOT THEODORE ON THE SET TO KEEP THOSE SUCKER MCS' THERE AND DUE US THE MOST RESPECT (Y'know, I'm the one the girls select - and we run cashing out a check And I got the flyest rep... ){*fades*}