Biofeedback
Ya go, "Ichi, ni, san, shi"
I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat
I got multiple stabs of jazzy
Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul
Years after mama had me, tell ya gladly
I brung forth the Tunin'
Which cause eyes to zoom in
Which put your person into focus
No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos, Plug One
Yo, I found fun in the scribblin' of speak
On a naked white sheet
Most recognized with my dark brown self
Yo, you found some wealth?
More in my mind than in my pocket
But I's got every Girbaud that ever sagged
I met some hoes, met some girls
Did a tour that took me all around the world
Did a tour that took me all around the world
I hit the shines but I'm shooin' it now
'Member when the floor might have had a spine?
Well, it's all bent over
A DayGlo nigga gets the red door mat
It's a roller coaster when your shit's burnt toast
Now Mr. Club Owner knows your jam (jam)
When you jam at the jam and there's a tab at the bar
My mindstate's great, no, thanks I don't drink
I sip the bobo then I kettle it quick
I felt the heave in the jeeve, tap it in the basement
Diggin' my own understanding quick
Let me get the single out, think Mr. Radio
Say the starlight is the same star bright
I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch
But turn out the lights and some'll go bitch
It was one MC after one MC
Play the lamppost, do the blow, the dynamite
Well, it's okay and it's alright
'Cause our birthday cake's external light
It'll all get graphic, people made of plastic
Lookin' to shine with my 50 watt eye
But, man, I got the eye patch and here's the latch
I fame it to a dame from Denver up to Maine
And lovin' deluxe, she won't catch me in no tux
Nah, man I won't honor the style
Yo, shorty, oh my goodness (hey)
How you doing? My name is Dres, listen
Oh, isn't that Posdnuos? Oh, my God, yo
Honey you are-
Yo, wassup? Yo, man
Look, what's wrong with me? Honey, check this out (what about you?)
Da-da-dun-dun (da-da-dun-dun)
Da-dun-dun (dun, dun)
Da-dun-dun (dun, dun)
Da-da-dun-da-da-dun-da-da-dun-dun
Funny, funny how time fly
When you have some
Light on the face 'cause the focus is the fickle
State of usin', I'ma use it to the rule and not the trickle
Caught a rush, but I played hush
While Andres Titus is the grabbin'
As a pair we put the hearts to mush
Lush Dalea would hear the public beat
The same way for Titus when he Blacked the Sheep
But as the knee went Deep to deeper off the charts
The album faded to black, that's when the amnesia starts
Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep? (Yeah, yo, what's up, shorty?)
Oh my God, what are you doing here? Who are you here with?
I'm with my man Pos, you know Pos (peace, how you doin'?)
Oh, yeah, Positive K, yo, I like your music
Hey, boy, watch that style, man, shit's all in
Should I shot it or begin?
I saw bootleggers dough shinin'
I saw Big 4 go get shinin'
A typical flick was the moment when the man said
"Ain't you?" Yeah, I is 'im
Hush your mouth fallin' incog'
Caught the light didn't you, dawg?
A fist of funk and a pocket that's green
In the scene or in between
Gimme but a little bit of the starlight
I mail my ass to the darkness
I dig it, I dug it, I dig it, I dug it
I wiz it, I was it, I wiz it, I was it
Oh, Lord, let me switch it off
Because ya find some'll do it all for the light (stop jivin')
De La Soul Dres and Shortie No Mass - En Focus Lyrics
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Biofeedback
Ya go, "Ichi, ni, san, shi"
I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat
I got multiple stabs of jazzy
Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul
Years after mama had me, tell ya gladly
I brung forth the Tunin'
Which cause eyes to zoom in
Which put your person into focus
No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos, Plug One
Yo, I found fun in the scribblin' of speak
On a naked white sheet
Most recognized with my dark brown self
Yo, you found some wealth?
More in my mind than in my pocket
But I's got every Girbaud that ever sagged
I met some hoes, met some girls
Did a tour that took me all around the world
Did a tour that took me all around the world
I hit the shines but I'm shooin' it now
'Member when the floor might have had a spine?
Well, it's all bent over
A DayGlo nigga gets the red door mat
It's a roller coaster when your shit's burnt toast
Now Mr. Club Owner knows your jam (jam)
When you jam at the jam and there's a tab at the bar
My mindstate's great, no, thanks I don't drink
I sip the bobo then I kettle it quick
I felt the heave in the jeeve, tap it in the basement
Diggin' my own understanding quick
Let me get the single out, think Mr. Radio
Say the starlight is the same star bright
I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch
But turn out the lights and some'll go bitch
It was one MC after one MC
Play the lamppost, do the blow, the dynamite
Well, it's okay and it's alright
'Cause our birthday cake's external light
It'll all get graphic, people made of plastic
Lookin' to shine with my 50 watt eye
But, man, I got the eye patch and here's the latch
I fame it to a dame from Denver up to Maine
And lovin' deluxe, she won't catch me in no tux
Nah, man I won't honor the style
Yo, shorty, oh my goodness (hey)
How you doing? My name is Dres, listen
Oh, isn't that Posdnuos? Oh, my God, yo
Honey you are-
Yo, wassup? Yo, man
Look, what's wrong with me? Honey, check this out (what about you?)
Da-da-dun-dun (da-da-dun-dun)
Da-dun-dun (dun, dun)
Da-dun-dun (dun, dun)
Da-da-dun-da-da-dun-da-da-dun-dun
Funny, funny how time fly
When you have some
Light on the face 'cause the focus is the fickle
State of usin', I'ma use it to the rule and not the trickle
Caught a rush, but I played hush
While Andres Titus is the grabbin'
As a pair we put the hearts to mush
Lush Dalea would hear the public beat
The same way for Titus when he Blacked the Sheep
But as the knee went Deep to deeper off the charts
The album faded to black, that's when the amnesia starts
Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep? (Yeah, yo, what's up, shorty?)
Oh my God, what are you doing here? Who are you here with?
I'm with my man Pos, you know Pos (peace, how you doin'?)
Oh, yeah, Positive K, yo, I like your music
Hey, boy, watch that style, man, shit's all in
Should I shot it or begin?
I saw bootleggers dough shinin'
I saw Big 4 go get shinin'
A typical flick was the moment when the man said
"Ain't you?" Yeah, I is 'im
Hush your mouth fallin' incog'
Caught the light didn't you, dawg?
A fist of funk and a pocket that's green
In the scene or in between
Gimme but a little bit of the starlight
I mail my ass to the darkness
I dig it, I dug it, I dig it, I dug it
I wiz it, I was it, I wiz it, I was it
Oh, Lord, let me switch it off
Because ya find some'll do it all for the light (stop jivin')
Ya go, "Ichi, ni, san, shi"
I can't cook, but being a cook I'm servin' much to eat
I got multiple stabs of jazzy
Sassafrassy as I caught the fame of soul
Years after mama had me, tell ya gladly
I brung forth the Tunin'
Which cause eyes to zoom in
Which put your person into focus
No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos, Plug One
Yo, I found fun in the scribblin' of speak
On a naked white sheet
Most recognized with my dark brown self
Yo, you found some wealth?
More in my mind than in my pocket
But I's got every Girbaud that ever sagged
I met some hoes, met some girls
Did a tour that took me all around the world
Did a tour that took me all around the world
I hit the shines but I'm shooin' it now
'Member when the floor might have had a spine?
Well, it's all bent over
A DayGlo nigga gets the red door mat
It's a roller coaster when your shit's burnt toast
Now Mr. Club Owner knows your jam (jam)
When you jam at the jam and there's a tab at the bar
My mindstate's great, no, thanks I don't drink
I sip the bobo then I kettle it quick
I felt the heave in the jeeve, tap it in the basement
Diggin' my own understanding quick
Let me get the single out, think Mr. Radio
Say the starlight is the same star bright
I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch
But turn out the lights and some'll go bitch
It was one MC after one MC
Play the lamppost, do the blow, the dynamite
Well, it's okay and it's alright
'Cause our birthday cake's external light
It'll all get graphic, people made of plastic
Lookin' to shine with my 50 watt eye
But, man, I got the eye patch and here's the latch
I fame it to a dame from Denver up to Maine
And lovin' deluxe, she won't catch me in no tux
Nah, man I won't honor the style
Yo, shorty, oh my goodness (hey)
How you doing? My name is Dres, listen
Oh, isn't that Posdnuos? Oh, my God, yo
Honey you are-
Yo, wassup? Yo, man
Look, what's wrong with me? Honey, check this out (what about you?)
Da-da-dun-dun (da-da-dun-dun)
Da-dun-dun (dun, dun)
Da-dun-dun (dun, dun)
Da-da-dun-da-da-dun-da-da-dun-dun
Funny, funny how time fly
When you have some
Light on the face 'cause the focus is the fickle
State of usin', I'ma use it to the rule and not the trickle
Caught a rush, but I played hush
While Andres Titus is the grabbin'
As a pair we put the hearts to mush
Lush Dalea would hear the public beat
The same way for Titus when he Blacked the Sheep
But as the knee went Deep to deeper off the charts
The album faded to black, that's when the amnesia starts
Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep? (Yeah, yo, what's up, shorty?)
Oh my God, what are you doing here? Who are you here with?
I'm with my man Pos, you know Pos (peace, how you doin'?)
Oh, yeah, Positive K, yo, I like your music
Hey, boy, watch that style, man, shit's all in
Should I shot it or begin?
I saw bootleggers dough shinin'
I saw Big 4 go get shinin'
A typical flick was the moment when the man said
"Ain't you?" Yeah, I is 'im
Hush your mouth fallin' incog'
Caught the light didn't you, dawg?
A fist of funk and a pocket that's green
In the scene or in between
Gimme but a little bit of the starlight
I mail my ass to the darkness
I dig it, I dug it, I dig it, I dug it
I wiz it, I was it, I wiz it, I was it
Oh, Lord, let me switch it off
Because ya find some'll do it all for the light (stop jivin')
Writer: Paul E. Huston, David J. Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.