I know way too many people here right nowThat I didn’t know last year, who the fuck are y’all?I swear it feels like the last few nights we’ve been everywhere and backBut I just can’t remember it all
What am I doing? What am I doing?Oh yeah, that’s right, I’m doin’ me, I’m doin’ meI’m living life right now, man, and this what I’mma do ‘til it’s over‘Til it’s over, but it’s far from over
Alright, bottles on me, long as someone drink itNever drop the ball, fuck it y’all thinkin’?Makin’ sure the Young Money ship is never sinkin’‘Bout to set it off in this bitch, Jada Pinkett
I shouldn’t have drove, tell me how I’m getting home?You too fine to be layin’ down in bed aloneI could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta StoneI swear this life is like the sweetest thing I’ve ever known
Got the gold thriller, Mike Jackson on these niggasAll I need’s a fucking red jacket with some zippersSuper-good smidoke, a package of the Swisher’sI did it overnight, it couldn’t happen any quicker
Y’all know them? Well, fuck it, me eitherPoint the biggest skeptic out, I’ll make him a believerIt wouldn’t be the first time I done it throwin’ hundredsWhen I should be throwin’ ones, bitch, I run it
I know way too many people here right nowThat I didn’t know last year, who the fuck are y’all?I swear it feels like the last few nights we’ve been everywhere and backBut I just can’t remember it all
What am I doing? What am I doing?Oh yeah, that’s right, I’m doin’ me, I’m doin’ meI’m living life right now, man, and this what I’mma do ‘til it’s over‘Til it’s over, but it’s far from over

Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong? 
Can it be my De La clothes 
Or is it just my De La song? 
What I do ain’t make-beleive 
People say I sit and try 
But whan it comes to being De La 
It’s just me myself and I 

It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 

POS: 
Now you tease my Plug One style 
And my Plug One spectacles 
You say Plug One and Two are hippies 
No, we’re not, that’s pure Plug bull 
Always pushing that we’ve formed an image 
There’s no need to lie 
When it comes to being Plug One 
It’s just me myself and I 

It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 

DOVE: 
Proud, I’m proud of what I am 
Poems I speak are Plug Two type 
Please oh please let Plug Two be 
Himself, not what you read or write 
Right is wrong when hype is written 
On the Soul, De La that is, 
Style is surely our own thing 
Not the false disguise of showbiz 
De La Soul is from the soul 
And this fact I can’t deny 
Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie 
And from me myself and I 

It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 

POS: 
Glory, glory hallelu 
Glory for Plugs One and Two 
But that glory’s been denied 
By kizids and dookie eyes 
People think they dis my person 
By stating I’m darkly pack 
I know this so I point at Q-Tip 
And he states, ‘Black is Black’ 
Mirror mirror on the wall, 
Shovel chestnuts in my path 
Please keep on up with the nuts 
So I don’t get in aftermath 
But if I do I’ll calmly punch them 
In the fourth day of July 
‘Cause they tried to mess with 
Third degree, that’s me myself and I 

It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 
It’s just me myself and I 

Once apon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
Laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behaving like they’re all too good

There lived a little boy who was mislead
By another little boy and this is what he said
“Me and you tonight we gonna make some cash,
robbing old folks and making a dash”

They did the job, money came of ease,
but one couldn’t stop it’s like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and a brother,
He tried to rob a man who was a DT undercover

The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic
He said “keep still boy, no need for static”
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the little boy was strapped

The kid pulled out a gun, he said “why’d you hit me?”
The barrel’s headed straight for the cops kidney.
The cop got scared, the kid he starts to figure
“I’ll do years if I pull this trigger”

So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister
Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her

Looked ‘round good and from expectations
He decided to head for the subway station
But she was coming and he made a left
He was running top speed till he was out of breath

Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him (“sorry”)
Then he made a move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
Opened up a door and then guess who he saw?

Dave the dope fiend shooting dope
Who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap
He said “I need bullets, hurry up, run!”
The dope fiend pulled out a spanking shotgun

They went outside
There were cops all over
So they dipped into a car
A stolen Nova

Raced up the block doing 83
Crashed into a tree near the university
Escaped alive although the car was battered
Rat-a-tat tatted and all the cops scattered

Ran out of bullets
And he still had static
Grabbed the pregnant lady
And pulled out the automatic

Pointed at her head
He said the gun was full of lead
He told the cops
“Back off, or honey here’s dead”

Deep in his heart
He knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go
And he starts to run on

Sirens sounded
And he seemed astounded
And, before long
The little boy got surrounded

He dropped the gun
And so went the glory
And this is the way
I have to end this story

He was only (“what?”) seventeen
In a madman’s dream
The cop shot the kid
I still hear him scream

This ain’t funny
So don’t you dare laugh
Just another case
About the wrong path

Straight and narrow
While your soul gets cast
Goodnight.

Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, 
Get this shit
She on our list as a lady to hit
She’s kinda thick, I’m getting wit quick
Yo hit me up nine, seven, six
Thugs look to her, just like that
I see you in the corner, I like, yeah I like that
See, ho, yo, me and you girl, goin on yo
Come to my crib lets get in some bizznesss
Wit me, what you wanna do, nigga named 3
It’s gotta be, like that, like it’s gotta be
This girl aint tryin to be funky 
This is how I do it ay yo, yo
This is for the ladies ay yo, yo let me get funky
Just like soul
I get on the mic and drop a flow 
Just so, so y’all, niggaz might know 
About this lady, I tell you this one
She lookin good she gon get done
I swear to God, c’mon, let me tell you sumt’n
(T3 laughing in the background)

Go Ladies(11x)

(Jay Dee)

Ay yo, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, Do It
Yo c’mon everybody get down wit us, us, us
We make the music sound marve-luh-us
Conant Gardens nigga, scand-a-luh-us
I got something waitin for you vanda-luh-us
It’s in a stash box, for who wantin my stuff
That be scoopin up them ladies like a spach-e-lour-uh 
Knowing damn-well I aint no bach-e-luh-uh
Who gives a, I aint askin ya, uh, 
As long as she aint fat I can handle her-uh
Yo just foolin wit ya, yo this for the ladies, ay yo, yo
It feels good clap ya hands to the sound of uh-us
C’mon everybody get down wit uh-us
C’mon everybody get down, check it out

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader, no equal
I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people
Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number
Name a nigga under the same sky that I’m under
Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder
Eyes flutter, it’s love when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’
The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes
Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size
I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous
It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world crazy, I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy
Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em
Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety
Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD

[Verse 2]
Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend
Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
Talk trash about the nasty kid
Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive, talk money
Is you jokin’, cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got all you envy
But don’t offend, I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley
You are your car, what could represent me
Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly
Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s
Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
Move, niggas, we don’t give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin’, bet a hundred stacks
Niggas’ll run it back just havin’ fun
I ain’t even begun to black, light another blunt in fact

This year, I’m not fuckin with coward cats
Who hide behind they raps and flashy Cadillacs
Scared of the battle raps and semiauto gats
But wanna push wack rhymes _ official cats
Who wanna feel the purple haze and sparks with cattle graze
Swimmin pool with dime chicks, spendin happy days
With all my niggas, blaze, honey dips gets glazed
And I’m paid a hundred grand when I hit the stage
This is not a phase, its a real niggas wage
And I’ma make sure I get it before I’m back in the cage
I promise to shoot and blaze, till my dyin days
Till DJ stan and my musics played
Any beef with me will end in castastrophe
I’m winnin while you losin, thats how it just has to be
From the vinyl, to the cd j
Give the fans a chance to hear the fly shit I say
Play the record or get smacked clean
With anotha bangin joint from Big Shug and DJ Prim

(Play it) play it (play it) play it (play it) play it (play it) play it
(play it) play it (play it) play it
Let the music play, hey
(You know we get down)
Let the music play, hey
(On the microphone)

Let the music play, hey
(Rhymes flowin like water)
Let the music play, (hip hop) everyday
Let the music play, hey
(You know we get down)

I do it all to show my skills, till pushin dafidills
I be on the roof tops, accurate for the kill
From old school to new school dudes, I set the tone
I’m a vocal, crush and do other things to your bones
When I face my enemies, I creep like a centipide
Smoke that angel _ while I’m spittin that 16
The games been a hunch, referee true and lunch
I spit the hottest fire, and always pack a punch
Play the record or get your station smothered
Or get your head popped off like Sadaam Hussein brother

It was all a dream 
I used to read Word Up magazine 
Salt’n’Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine 
Hangin’ pictures on my wall 
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl 
I let my tape rock ‘til my tape popped
Smokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock 
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack 
With the hat to match 
Remember Rappin’ Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far 
Now I’m in the limelight ‘cause I rhyme tight 
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade 
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner 
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner 
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri 
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky 
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I would 
Call the crib, same number same hood 
It’s all good 

Uh, and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh

You know very well who you are
Don’t let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
‘cause you’re the only one I’ll give you good and plenty

I made the change from a common thief 
To up close and personal with Robin Leach 
And I’m far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day 
Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way 
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me 
Now they write letters ‘cause they miss me 
I never thought it could happen, this rappin’ stuff 
I was too used to packin’ gats and stuff 
Now honies play me close like butter played toast 
From the Mississippi down to the east coast 
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks 
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak 
Livin’ life without fear 
Puttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl’s ears 
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool 
Considered a fool ‘cause I dropped out of high school 
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood 
And it’s still all good 

Uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga 

Yo, yo
Lost generation, fast paced nation
World population confront they frustration
The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken
It’s all contractual and about money makin
Pretend-to-be cats don’t seem to know they limitation
Exact replication and false representation
You wanna be a man, then stand your own
To MC requires skills, I demand some shown
I let the frauds keep frontin
And roam like a celluar phone far from home
Givin crowds what they wantin
Offical hip-hop consumption, the 5th thumpin
Keepin ya party jumpin with an original somethin
Yo, I dedicate this to the one dimension-al
No imagination, excuse for perpetration
My man came over and said, “Yo we thought we heard you”
Joke’s on you; you heard a bitin-ass crew but um..

Never do….what they do, what they do, what they do…
Never do….what they do, what they do, what they do…

Thin is the line that run between love and hatred
The game is ill-natured, it’s nothing sacred
Aiyyo, it’s funny when I see some rap niggaz due to make it
A few’ll blow up, or go as far as they can take it
My nine to five, is just to hit ya get the party live
I’m Black Thought, used to rap for sport
Now the rhymes sayin rent payin life support
I take it very serious-ly, within this in-dustry
It’s various crews that try to touch me
But I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly
Around the world crowds love me, from doin tours
Recepient of applause from all of you and yours
Creator of original sounds to send to stores
you take home, to absorb and sweat it out your pores
Now who can stop the music runnin through these veins
Infinitely go against the grain, that’s why my motto’s to..

Never do….what they do, what they do, what they do…
Never do….what they do, what they do, what they do…

In the Spirit of God.
In the Spirit of the Ancestors.
In the Spirit of the Black Panthers.
In the Spirit of Assata Shakur.
We make this movement towards freedom
for all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle.
Yeah. yo, check it-

There were lights and sirens, gunshots firin
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed against open flesh
No room to rest, pain consumed each breath
Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One Panther lost his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on
to life. She thought she’d live with no arm
that’s what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed tight to the bed, through her skin it bit
Put guns to her head, every word she got hit
“Who shot the trooper?” they asked her
Put mace in her eyes, threatened to blast her
Her mind raced till things got still
Opened her eyes, realized she’s next to her best friend who got killed
She got chills, they told her: that’s where she would be next
Hurt mixed wit anger-survival was a reflex
They lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her
If it wasn’t for this german nurse they woulda served her worse
I read this sister’s story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y’all.

I’m thinkin’ of Assata, yes.
Listen to my Love, Assata, yes.
Your Power and Pride is beautiful.
May God bless your Soul.

It seemed like the middle of the night when the law awakened her
Walkie-talkies cracklin, I see ‘em when they takin her
Though she kinda knew,
What made the ride peaceful was the trees and the sky was blue
Arrived to Middlesex Prison about six inna morning
Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in
a cell, one cot, no window, facing hell.
Put in the basement of a prison wit all males
And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes
She’d exercise, (paint?,) and begin to read
Two years inna hole. Her soul grew weak
Away from people so long she forgot how to speak
She discovered frredom is a unspoken sound
And a wall is a wall and can be broken down
Found peace in the Panthers she went on trial with
One of the brothers she had a child with
The foulness they would feed her, hopin she’s lose her seed
Held tight, knowing the fight would live through this seed
In need of a doctor, from her stomach she’s bleed
Out of this situation a girl was conceived
Separated from her, left to mother the Revolution
And lactated to attack hate
Cause federal and state was built for a Black fate
Her emptiness was filled with beatings and court dates
They fabricated cases, hoping one would stick
And said she robbed places that didn’t exist
In the midst of threats on her life and being caged with Aryan whites
Through dark halls of hate she carried the light
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free.
Yeah, I often wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All of this shit so we could be free, so dig it, people