Live @ the Dugout '87 - De La Soul

"Good morning gentlemen. In the absence of your responsibilities

To Sanctuary Records and Tommy Boy Music, you've been left with

Free reign to conduct business as you see fit. Your mission

If you so choose, is to continue to do what you do best - hip-hop

This tape will self-destruct in five seconds."

Making cash steady's on everybody's mind

DJ's spinning on songs now declined

Rap is fast, but rap ain't cool

Hot enough to burn, yet I roll with a firm

That'll put that fire out, lower your temp

Smack you with a banana, little chimp

I'm known to run laps around your BMI and ASCAP

Put me on a tour bus, cover whole map

Leave my organs intact when I die

But please donate every rhyme that I've fried and baked

To them no skill rappers on the make

Who say the same shit, come in the same fit

And I'm wonderful while I'm most wild

Most call me Wonder Why for years

Got Hip Hop like quarts of blood

That's the life flow to the very first

Everybody say Ho! for your ears

Ah yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)

Rock a bald spot cause the God's so stressed

Brand new shoes (shoes) a brand new name (name)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle duck down!

B-boy stance I got the buckle on my belt

East coast repping with the buckle on they belt

Forty-deuce flicks we had them fuckers on our belt

I'mma stay b-boy 'til this whole shit buckle

Rock 'n' roll, round here we Rock Steady

EMC's need to be MC's

Lyrically inclined does not mean jack

If you cannot comprehend that old boom bap

That backyard scrap, like BVD's

Tale Lords Devils and pinstripe Lees

That ba diddy ba bullshit on hold

Now it's SoundScan spins, and who went Gold!

Fuck all they want platinum

But how's that good when you lyrically wood?

Yeah, mic check one two

Yo it's feedback y'all, feedback, one two

YEAH, party ain't over y'all

We just tryin to fix the technical difficulties

Way out in Long Island, yeah

Aiyyo yo, turn down the music

Yo ummm, James Morris

James Morris, your mother is outside

You, you have to go home (your mommy's outside)

I mean damn B, guess you gotta home, bye bye!

Herbie Hancock, heh heh

Yo yo, don't turn on the light man!

Don't turn the light, turn off the light man

We 'bout to get it back on, yo DJ

DJ turn that back on man

Line up with the mic, let's do it