Buhloone Mindstate
Album - 21 settembre 1993 - Debaser id 51730

(Why do we have to cross over?) (Why are niggas always crossing over, huh?) (I mean, what's the matter?) (They can accept our music as long as they can't see our faces?) (One, Two, One Two; You got it) Wootah! GURU: Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke DOVE: Just the other day I got a starter kit (An M is a terrible thing to waste) Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mindstate I play control to a fraud (Nah it ain't happenin') Nada to make it even Robbin' and theivin' is one who infiltrates with a Colgate frown Y'all remember my nasal for I sniff frequencies (Well, it started in the year of '78) But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more (I said, "Come in") Come in (Come on) Come out into my reservoir As I macks a men your bastard style has just been stuck By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin' What if... how's about why would Never thought that the napalm would bust the jeans POS: Mash it up The one with the beard Mega moustache the beat (hide it) Deep under sheets, cover this hint Hostin' all threats but watch out Mr. Jarbage Jimmy and the jet, standin' on the pier I'm known as the farmer Cultivatin' mate without mendin' Bendin', comprimising any of my styles to gain a smile Listen while you hear it There's no pink in my slip I reckon that the rhythm and the blues in the rap got me red While the boys from Tommy plant bridge crossin' to a larger community Yet they're soon to see I have a brother named Luck A nigga named Dres A groupie named Cassandra caught bobbin' on the head Of a Baby named Chris, I missed a kid who caught wreck when sayin' (Afrika and I when Sammy B's on the set) GURU: Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Oh!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (Prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (And now, prevention against sucka M.C.'s) (We decided to change the cover a little bit) (Because we see the big picture) (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album) (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album) (Everybody's gonna know who this group is) (We just felt that the picture wasn't as important as it was that we succeeed in crossing over) (Cross over ain't nuthin' but a double cross) (Once we lose our audience we never gon' get them back) (He may even try to change our sound) POS: Let no man put asunder Severin' the groups I never blunder Cashin' all the checks on the mic I might cherry to the bush, brand Plug Wonder Funk to the fame against hoods Bridges saggin' to woods down under They can't be raised with the feminine praise In conjunction with no chocolate in the mix White boy Roy cannot feel it But the first to try and steal it Dilute it, pollute it, kill it I see him infiltratin' to the masses And when the leechin' I mo shoot 'em all in they asses GURU: Runnin' through the trenches (What?) Runnin' through the trenches (Yeah!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke (It's the Patti what?) Runnin' through the trenches (Aaah!!) Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) (It might blow up but it won't go pop) POS: I shed light and not skin I ain't from Europe Afro connects at the root of the retina of the third Mums the word when ya blind baby Blind to the fact Don't rest in Compton so I don't own a gat But respect is clear crystal Cause Millie got a pistol And she's down with me Wild of most wild Born child to the old school legitimate (soul) Talker of the many paragraphs ago Walker of the plenty broken calves ago Phantom of the phrase black in many ways Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches Comin' in to rent my style GURU: I'm not the one to fuck with POS: I'm lockin' you out GURU: I'm just not to fuck wit so check it Y'all know who I am Listen up son Peace to my man Premier And y'all better guard your trenches 'cause we runnin' through 'em (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Do it....fluid....Mess up my mind....) (Tell me somethin' huh?) (How come they never cross over to us, huh?) (I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover!)

[Featuring Maceo Parker]
MACEO PARKER:
(I am Maceo. I be blowin' the soul out of this horn)
[Instrumental track with light tambourine/hi hat beat in background
children playing on a city playground]

(Say party over here party over here)
(Say party over there party over there)
(Say party over here party over here)
(Say party over there party over there)
(Say party over here party over here)
(Say party over there party over there)
(Say party over here party over here)
(Say party over there party over there)
DOVE:
Hey yo you feel that shit (yeah it feels good)
Well it's that thumpin shit (well i'm soakin too)
I'll introduce the split (i'll be the go)
I'll be the get
Fixin with the ins for the outs we set
Hey shortie (yeah mister)
Make no mistake
I challenge the bang for a bigger rhyme bouquet
(you be buggin)
Well i bugs like roaches on rugs
Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans
Give me the night baby and i'll be good in the woods
Ya freakin my mind ya freakin my mind
I told the maceo bout the days that go (he know)
I know he know cuz he's out to get the gold
The Chattanooga cruisin' with the malibu shit
The bigger of the isa (cuz he is the shit)
I'm like hickory (dickory niggas)
I make you feel lost like high school history
Creator of the rhymin dominoes
Watchin drop it's the joint see
So hit me with the zsa zsa (indeed darling)
The coolest fool be the coolest fool
I know the watch be in the air but i kick a new bucket
Sippin it wit shortie so check the way we cuff it
It's that indonesia funk up in your trunk
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
Makin' ya bob bob makin' ya bob
It's that funky shit (in the woods)
That be beyond understandin (in the woods)
Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods)
Timber (in the woods)
POSDNOUS:
Punch that O for operator baby its a love solid
I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit
Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated
Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated
As my pants play the sagatogah i can order sniffs of
Frequencies frequencies cuz i freak mc's with the rhythm rock live
(man i'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it)
No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin
Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin
(stickabush) it's comin (stickabush) it's here
Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near
So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed
And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost
I'm cautious wit my looks (in the woods)
Pickin them nines in my hair (in the woods)
Sniffin for the beats like litter (in the woods)
The plugs just can't be found (in the woods)
SHORTIE NO MAS:
Can i come off like the rest of em i think i should
Could i of course one verse now ya lost it
Found it realizing i came off it sounds mean
But pal there's a new kid on the scene
I got much soul on the down low tip
Lay back smooth one drink i'll be trippin
Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal
Pal i got props on a different tip
I recall back i go for mines i get the goods
Wouldn't you know forgot my compass i got lost in the woods
Found my way and i was out i pronounce every letter
And if i had the chance i'd do it better
I heard a holler down the way and now i'm out for the time being
Ya wanna be in but you can't see what i'm seein
Time and time my friend i stay gettin it on
And now they playin my song again
I got feminine style (in the woods)
I'm not tryin to be sexy (in the woods)
And no you can't knock the boots (in the woods)
A lot of things be happenin (in the woods)
top
BREAKADAWN
(ah one two ah one two)
(ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
POSDNUOS:
I was born in the boogie down cat scan
With my builder belt down on the rat can
People saw the super wanna trip to the penile
While i settle off the shores of the long isle
My fiber's clean I mean my mind is clear when i transmit
I am the manner of the family cuz the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove that i can mends
Groove wit the thread from needle outta hay
Wanna say salutation to the nation of the nubians
We bout to place you in that 3 feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter Ms Jones perm
I got a hey love other honeys catch me short term
Tallyin the score i'm for the shotty in the jacket
For the brother bee's a nigga when he packed it
So get ya butt out the sling
I style Mohammed float a note
That means i'm def so like the autograph
I'm signing to the break
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
DOVE:
Hey yo groove wit the mayor has it on the saya
We're either eighteen mill, even still
Sack or bag of troubles to make a single double
Loop the coin and join the minimum wage
I had a plan if i was the man I fold eject
Lay it low on enigmatic cassettes
I condition my ways of the every day sunset
Wager my days to the one bet
Cuz your breaks will have the capital case whether mine
Out of line I breeze it til the early morning
Freak the wake call i get a tap on my shoulder
Cuz the days of the breaks be just about over
The arts of the 6 won't play my bag of chips
I got the 7's in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the cheer or temperature here
I keep it to the rear and then i'm exploding
POSDNUOS:
I be the the fab
I be the fabulous but see unlike the chi
I got the flea upon my name
Keynova been my cousin from the peter pipe unlike the other
Latchin on to when i caught the fame
Pass the task to ask me bout the native tongue again
My friend i'll tell you Jungle Brothers on the run
I've shaken hands wit many devils in the industry
But lead the genisis like phil whick still means i'm def
So like the autograph i'm signin to the break
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
(Breakadawn, breakadawn, ah one two ah one two)
DOVE:
We in the mornin after and
But in the end i be the its cuz in the mist
Man it's alright
Mamma gotta work into my day life
My pops got the up best believe we sailed the wave
To the Long Isle, I laid the anchor in the Ville
And how i relate i stay inside in my gates
Waitin days mess up my mind
Ground zero degrees and the weather feels fine
You opened my eyes man thought i had a man
But how could an eye scan i wasn't around
I seen the states and played the dates in the far far
Gathered the new from the zoa's around
Grew old with Mikey Roads and played the codes
Sometimes i don't budge without my cuz Fuzz
A simple how ya do
A check ya from the friends of my crew
Makes it definitely special
POSDNUOS:
Now there's now shiny happy people in my crew
We play the ruff i got the huff and puff to blow the house low
Ya know the never ending factor while i moss will tell a squid
I know an enterprise of brothers so report to the bridge
I bounce a ball with my left
A squid wit my right
(cuz a squid is just a punk)
Yo he deserve to lose a fight
I might meander 'cross your dreams
Travelin up the stream
Plug wonder wonder why ya lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if was shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
Motel holiday in fact
I'm gonna let ya know once again
That De La Soul is sure to show ya we will hit the chart
Harder than the rap and bull
(ah one two ah one two)
top
DAVE HAS A PROBLEM... SERIOUSLY
DOVE:
Yo Merc, it's Dave, you there?
Hello. Hello, Merc. Hello. Hello, Merc.
Hello. Merc, hello. Hello. Hello, Merc.
Hello. Hello. Hello, Merc.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!
Hello! Hello! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!
Huh! Hah! Huh! Huh! Huh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!
Feel the funk, baby!

Ah one two ah one two
Ah one two ah one two

"Breakadawn.. breakadawn.."
Ah one two ah one two (repeat 6X)

Verse One: Posdonus

I was born in the Boogie Down catscan
where my building fell down on the rats and
people sorta super wanna trip to the penile (penile)
While I settle off the shores of the Long Isle
My father's clean not mean my mind is clear when I transmit
I am the man ner of the family cuz the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends
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 +Hey Love+ all the honies cause they're short term
Tallyin the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother he's a nigga when he packs it
So get your butt out the sling, I stung Muhammad float a note
that means I'm def, so like the autographs you sign until the

"Breakadawn.. breakadawn.."
Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4X)

Verse Two: Dove, Posdonus

Aiyyo 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, of 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 six won't play my bag of tricks
I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here
I keep it to the rear, and then I'm EXPLODING

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 "ah one two, ah one two"
Pass the task to ask me bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers +On the Run+ "ah one two, ah one two"
I'm shakin hands with many devils in the industry
Believe the Genesis life fill with stills mean that I'm def
so like the autographs you sign until the

"Breakadawn.. breakadawn.."
Ah one two, ah one two (repeat 4X)

Verse Three: Dove, Posdonus

We in the mornin at the end, but in the end I be the is
cause in the mix, man, it's alright
Momma got the rhythm to my daylife
My pops gots enough so best to leave or sail the waves
to the Long I laid the anchor in the 'Ville
And how I relate, the same side of my gates
Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero degrees
and the weather feels fine
You opened my eyes man, thought I had a man
But how could I eyescan, I wasn't around
I seen the states and played the dates in the far-far
Gathered the new, from the zoas around
Grew up with Mikey Rodes and played the codes
Sometimes I don't budge, without my cous' Fuzz/fuzz
A simple, "How ya do?" Ah check it from my friends and my crew
makes it definitely special

Now there's no +Shiny Happy People+ in the crew we play the rough
I got the huff, and puff, to blow the house low
You know the neverending factor while I'm over, tell a squid
I know an Enterprising brother, so report to the bridge
I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right
(Cause a squid is just a punk) Yo he deserved to lose the fight
I might meander 'cross your dream, travellin up the stream
Plug Wonder Wonder Why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get em back to the hotel
motel, holiday, inn-fact!
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
is sure to show you we will hit the charter harder
than the normal rappin fool "ah one two, ah one two"

DAVE HAS A PROBLEM... SERIOUSLY
DOVE:
Yo Merc it's Dave you there?
Hello. Hello Merc. Hello. Hello Merc.
Hello. Merc hello. Hello. Hello Merc.
Hello. Hello. Hello Merc.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello.
Hello. Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!
Hello! Hello! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!
Huh! Hah! Huh! Huh! Huh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!
Feel the funk, baby!