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Breakadawn
De La Soul
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Digging the sounds
We're digging the sounds, we're digging the sounds
We're digging the sounds coming from plug one, plug two, plug three, dig the sounds
We're digging the sounds coming from plug one, plug two, plug three, dig the sounds
We're digging the sounds coming from plug one, plug two, plug three, dig the sounds
We're digging the sounds coming from plug one, plug two, plug three, dig the sounds
We're digging the sounds coming from plug one, two, three, dig the sounds
We're digging the sounds coming from plug one, plug two, plug three, dig the sounds
I was born in the boogie down catscan
My building fell down on the rats and
Super wanna trip to the penile
And we settle off the shores of the Long Isle
My father's clean not mean my mind is clear when I transmit
I be the mother fuckin' man cuz my mother fuckin' hands fit
I want to let forensics prove
Make groove wit the thread from needle outta hay, wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We bout to place you in that 3 Feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta a little girl all the honies cause they're short term
Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For my brother he's a nigga when he packs it
So with the sack and we can do it (do it), do it (do it), do it (do it)
Do it, through it, mercy on my mind
Do it, through it, mercy on my mind
Do it, through it, mercy on my mind
Do it, through it, mercy on my mind
I still groove with the mayor, hazard on the sayer
Wave the eighteen mill', eat a still
Sack or bag of troubles, make the single double
Loop the coin and join the minimum wage
I had a plan if I was the man, I'd throw the J
Lay it low and late night I get sessed
Uncondition my ways, for the everyday sunset
Wagin my days, to the one bet
Cause your breaks'll have the carrot of cakes, whether mine
Out of line, I breeze into the early mornin
Freak the WIC call and get a tap on my shoulder
Cause the days of the breaks, be just about over
The arts of the devil won't play my bag of tricks
I got the God in my head somewhere
Reasons for the chill all temperature here
We keep it to the rear, and then we're blowing shit up
I be the fab I be the fabulous but see unlike the Chi
I got the flea up in the name "ah one two, ah one two"
Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others
Latchin on to when I caught the fame "ye eh eh eh"
Pass the acid tongue bout the native tongue again my friend
I tell you jungle brothers right there
We're shakin hands with many devils in the industry
Everybody (everybody), everybody (everybody), everybody (everybody), come on, come on
I say throw your hands in the air (come on) and if you like to dance okay
We're getting ready to take this shit to the base somebody say oh yeah (oh yeah)
Come on oh yeah (oh yeah)
Earn your joke tonight
Earn your joke tonight
Earn your joke tonight
Earn your joke tonight
Earn your joke start
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