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*}