De La Soul — Seal Me With A Kiss

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Me, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey
The one that gets all the buddy (all the buddy)
Yeah, that’s right
A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang
A little something called «Doing Our Own Thang»
Breaking the beat others wished they broke
Bassline so dope that you just might choke
Don’t bite off something that you can’t chew
And don’t trail behind when I’m coming through
Fronting the feel that you really can’t feel
‘Cause you’re trying to feel what’s on my reel to reel
A tree is growing
Can’t you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot
We count to ten before we pass the coots, now that’s family
Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers
And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs
It’s the life of Riley, I’m really ready
Gazing at the gala filled rap
The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks
Praise the rhythms for what it be
And praise the Lord for the JB’s
We’re doing our own thang
We’re doing our own thang
We’re doing our own thang
We’re doing our own thang

Isn’t it cool when you cut your hand
And then the blood is red instead of sellout green
This is not the music for an RnB mind
This is flower intertwined with a vine
(In other words this is rose)
You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw
The funk we transmit is unstable
One condition if I am able to say
(Yes you may) Well hey, let’s get on with it
Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the vents of hecklers and fans
Either which way they all hop on the van
The band, the band, here comes the band
The tribe of fingers all on one hand
Me, myself, and I is dark

Monie Love the mouthpiece, it’s now yours to spark
Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London
Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them
About the groove, how to be smooth and play funky
And sometimes rated it’s kind of funky, but it’s cool
For we are beyond the stereotypes
Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype
Rocking off and on beat, and I do believe I’m right (You’re right)
Am I wrong? (Yeah, sike!)
Don’t be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I’m staying
With the Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe, I’m saying
Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing
I believe we doing our own thing
Well my family sets all the trends
From Soul II Soul on to Loose Ends
A&R men sign groups like them
(‘Cause that’s where the money’s at, honey)
Yeah, the industry’s filled with copycats

RnB mixed with sloppy raps
Tribes like us always open doors
But what for, so you can get yours?
You ain’t in to it, all you want is profit
So I ask you please to stop it
Leave me alone, get off my bone
‘Cause I’m doing my own…
A new seed, a new breed
A new menu to feed the greed
A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt
Sweet Daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)
Spinning back for a rap that’s laid back
Ready to kick back, those that give no slack
I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing
But still, I’m doing my own thing
In comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies
Play the sing and let the vibes raise me
All hold hands and let’s walk about

Form a circle and talk about
Don’t follow the path that we’re stepping
Truth to the soul is what I’m cramming
Reasons for this is that the family’s strong
And like Bob Marley said «We’re jammin»
Seeing is believing, so see and believe
And let the groove of the new proceed
A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun
So let’s do what’s got to be done, you know?