3 Feet High

Pos:
(mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this effect is ground common in these parts
Now life in this world can be such a bitch
And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch
Negative's the attitude that runs the show
When the stage is the g-h-e-t-t-o

Dove:
Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either peter, jane, or john or joe
But joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk
And peter's pimping jane, and john's a punk
Infested are the halls, also the brains
Daddy's broken down from ghetto pains
Mommy's flying high, the truth is shown
The kids are all alone
'cause it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang (word)

Pos:
Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? easy, the one who needs
Attention in the largest span and loves to lead
Always found at the jams, but never dance
Just provoke violence due to one glance
The future plays no matter, just the present flow
When the greeting place is the g-h-e-t-t-o

Dove:
Lies are pointed strong into your skull
Deep within your brain against the wall
To hide or just erase the glowing note
Of how to use the ghetto as a scapegoat
Truth from trugoy's mouth is here to scar
Those who blame the g for all bizarre
So open up your vents and record well
For this is where we stand, for the true tell
Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways
Now there could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play
If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range
Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change
Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold
The truth they never told
'cause it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang (word)

Pos:
Do people really wish when they blow
Out the cake candles, and if so
Is it for the sunken truth which could arise
From out the characters in which the ghetto hides
Roses in the ring supply their shown relief
Granted it's planted by their shown belief
Kill and feed off your own brother man
Has quickly been adopted as the master plan
Posses of our people has yet to provoke
Freedom or death to them, it's just a joke
What causes this defect, i don't know
Maybe it's the g-h-e-t-t-o

It's just the ghetto thang (word)

Standing in the rain is nothing felt
When problems hold more value, but never dealt with
Buildings crumbling to the ground
Impact noise is silent sound
But who's the one to say this life is wrong
When ghetto life is chosen strong
We seem to be misled about our dreams
But dreams ain't what it seem
When it's just the ghetto thang

It's just the ghetto thang (word)

Mase:
Yo pos and dove, stand clear to be plugged up into line one and two
So y'all can flaunt the new style of speak

(and good luck to both of you)

Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one

Pos:
Answering any other service,
Perogative praised positively i'm acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
After the battle they admit that i'm with it
Simply soothe, will move vinyl like glue
Transistors are never more shown with like
When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin
Due to a clue of a naughty noise called
Plug tunin'

(hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmmm)
(mmm-hmm, yeah)

Flowing in file with a new style
Barrels are cleaned and loaded for salute
Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouth
This paragraph preacher is now introduced
Drums are heard sounding off on each and every person
Vocal confetti is blown at top stage
Roses and violets aren't proper for throwing
When showing appreciation, why? this is a daisy age
Hands won't sweat 'cause there's no threat
Mic will stay dry while pitchin' so loose
Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time
'cause they're marketed and labeled sticker 'posdnuos'
This pitch will fit with every consumer
Microphone loosed in cycles, start blooming
Profit and cost should never be lost
All due to a clue of a naughty noise called
Plug tunin'

(hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
(mmm-hmm, yeah)

Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two

Dove:
Dazed at the sight of a method
Dying at the death of a neverending verse
Gasping and swallowing every last letter
Vocalised liquid holds the quench of your thirst
Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown
Different individuals are dazzled with the showbiz
Auditions are gathered but the soul would just rather
Hold a count at three and in the end leave it as it is
Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi
Leaving are fixed lunatics who will hawk
Words are sent to the vents of humans
Then converted to a phrase called talk
Musical notes will send a new motto
Every last poem is recited at noon
Focus is set, let your polaroids click
As they capture the essence of a naughty noise called
Plug tunin'

(hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
(mmm-hmm, yeah)

Vocal in doubt is an uplift
And real is the answer that i answer with
Dying yet live, what you must realise
That the tune that i present is surely not a gift
Different in style is definite
And style which i flaunt is sure legit
Now set aside, i say i hold pride
In performing this melodic misfit
So swing 'cause this pitcher is pitching
In sense jd dove is now saying
All sing along to his favorite song
While the pocket transistors are playing
But least but not last i'm frightened
For the words that i reply hold doom
Life of the check can be stopped by accident
When you're tripping the wire of the plug tune

(hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
(mmm-hmm, yeah)
(no-one that i know can live my life for me)
(are you ready for this?)

(woah. stay, stay, stay)
(daisy! daisy!)
(i love daisies, i love daisies,
I love pushing up your favourite daisies)
(daisy!)
(this is posdnuos, the president of a paragraph)

Pos:
Paragraph
President
President preaching 'bout the on-tech,
Known for the new step,
Stop and take a bow

Amityville
Resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how

Platform
Witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
Fill you with my vocab
Hope you have a spoon

Discuss
Contracts
You like the way i vocalise
And bring it to a compromise
My p.a. won't set up till noon
It's a daisy age

Sun
Ceiling
Ceiling connects to the sun
Burning inside everyone
On a side, plug-a-fied sire

One
Million
Demonstrations have been heard
My hair burns when i'm referred
Kid shouts my roof is on fire

Go
Dancing
Dancing like a bandit
Psychics try to stand it
Keep it up until they burn a cell

Romancing
Romancing dialect in shows
Posdnuos creating flow
You say you didn't know
Oh well, it's a daisy age

Dove:
Pedal
Promenade
Promenade people to the providence
Dove will show dominance
Inside of every phrase

Rebel
Renegade
Renegade reaching only topflight
Can't find your new height
Think you need a raise

Dialect
Ultimate
Ultimate strings from the soul stuff
Copies always staying rough
Before they go to plate

Try a pack
It'll stick
Stick to you but won't deflate
Keeping all the levels straight
I tell you, mate, that we're top rate
'cause it's a daisy age

The speak
Motor
Motor is the heart beat
Sleeping in your car seat
Kept alive to every mile discovered

Complete
Quota
Quota sharp at 12 noon
Risen to a new tune
Positive is greater than negative

Image
Mirror
Mirror image don't contend
Vocals should be comprehended
Silver audience'll say what's said

Scrimmage
Nearer
Nearer to the goal line
Forget about the rose vine
The soul will let you know it's time
And it's a daisy age

(la la la la, lah)
(this is a daisy age)

(sing about, sing about the daisy age)
(let it rain, let it rain, rain on a daisy)
(rain on, rain on)




Al watts: now it's the end of the show. contestants, do you have
Any answers?

Contestants: (clueless babble, including 'nah,' 'i dunno,' 'mama')

Al watts: for those of you who think your answers are correct,
Don, tell them where to send the answers to.

Don: thanks, al. for all you listeners at home who think you
Have the right answers, jot 'em down on a four by ten sheet of paper,
And get two proof of purchases from the back of the album, and send
Them to tommy boy records in care of dante the scrubb, 1747 first
Avenue, new york, new york, 10128. for those who have all four
Answers correct, you will receive a specially selected grand prize.
Thanks and goodnight, for three feet high and rising, this is don
Newkirk.

Dove:
I was walking on the water when i saw a crocodile
He had daisies in his hat, so i stopped him for a while
He delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage
What it was was more then plug-up dosage
More than daisy age
Conversation drew a rule,
Which the crowd will roar by millions
Mr. crocodile said, 'dove, you must look
For now the villains try to hold you underwater
But one thing we all must heed
Sony walkmans keep us walking
De la soul can help you breathe when you tread water'

As i walked along my journey,
I thought 'what have i just learned?'
In a flash i saw commotion
There was movement in these ferns
Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?
I shouted out in fear, 'who's there?'
'it's me,' said mr. squirrel
'i've searched for you all over, now you're found,
No time to waste. we must find the preacher man,
We must find the p.a. mase. all my population's dying,
And we're all in tune to doom.
Like the daisy, i need water
I need chesnuts to consume.'
'mr. squirrel,' i said, 'i'm sorry,
But the problem can't be solved
If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved
Always look to the positive and never drop your head
For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread
So let's tread water'

Pos:
Now one weary day i woke, my alarm said 'plug time's up'
Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup
As i bathed i felt a presence, and i'm sort of ticklish
I looked down and then around and i heard,
'hi! i'm mr fish. how do you do? as for me,
I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean
And no-one's menu says fresh fish filet
See i look past all my worries, which is something you must do
Though you're fed up, throw your head up
With this advice ffrom me to you
And that's to tread water'

As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun
As i walked along the sidewalk, i heard,
'psst, excuse me, plug one.'
From my soul, de la that is, i hollered
'yes, are you talking to me?'
'no alarm meant,' he said, 'let me introduce myself.
I'm mr monkey.'
'mr monkey, i pledge you slap of five,
Now how does your problem meet?'
He said, 'my bananas are at their ripest, but they all
Stand at three feet. my swinging hand is bandaged up.
Could you help me with this chore?'
I brought him down to the native shop
And bought him copies of the de la score
Which assisted well in his elevation
Now all bananas is at his grasp
He decided with this accomplished,
He would put me on to the path
He to my to live by the inner sound, y'all
Which would bring me health in showbiz
Then to use them, not abuse them
And then in the words that got me to 'em
And that is to tread water

(it's hurting.)
(smell your breath!)
(you smell like jabba.)
(your nose is what's doing it.)
(you're talking into the recording... yo!)
(okay lucky, start it off.)

Take take take take take it off...
Take it off, take take take take it off
Take it off, take take take take it off,
Take it off, take take take take it off,
Take it off,
Take it off!
(take that suede front off)
Take it off!
(take those contacts off)
Take it off!
(take that horsemeat off)
Take it off!
(take those shell-toes off)
Take it off!
(take those track fleas off)
Take it off!
(take that doo-rag off)
Take it off!
(take that moth rag off)
Take it off!
(take those fat laces off)
Take it off!
(take that bomber off)
Take it off!
(take that bvd off)
Take it off!
(take those converse off)
Take it off!
(and those gazelles too)
Take it off!
(take that kangol off)
Take it off!
(take that jordache off)
Take it off!
(take that afro off)
Take it off!
(take that jhericurl off)
Take it off!
(take that le tigre off)

Take those acid-washed jeans, bell-bottomed, designed by your mama... off? please? please..

Cool breeze
Rock that shit homie
Rock
Lyte as a
Rock
A-a-a-a-a-as a rock
Cool breeze
Rockin' it, rockin' it
Rock
You gotta rock it
Keep on rockin'
Rock's the best
Rockin' music
Cool breeze
The king
Of rock'n'roll
Rock, rock
This world for you
King adrock
Rock those bells
I want
Body body rock, body body rock
You are now rockin' with the best
I put this together to
Rock the house
Michael?
"i wanna"
Rock!
"with you"


Al watts: contestant number one, do you have any answers?
Dove: ummm... i wish my cousin nag was here, he knows these things,
No, i'm sorry i don't.

(got to have soul!)

Pos:
3
That's the magic number
Yes it is
It's the magic number
Somewhere in this hip-hop soul community
Was born 3 mase, dove and me
And that's the magic number

(what does it all mean?)

Difficult preaching is posdnuos' pleasure
Pleasure and preaching starts in the heart
Something that stimulates the music in my measure
Measure in my music, raised in three parts
Casually see but don't do like the soul
'cause seein' and doin' are actions for monkeys
Doin' hip hop hustle, no rock and roll
Unless your name's brewster, 'cause brewster's a punky
Parents let go 'cause there's magic in the air
Criticising rap shows you're out of order
Stop look and listen to the phrasin' fred astaires
And don't get offended while mase do-se-do's your daughter
A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set
Fly rhymes are stored on a d.a.i.s.y. production
It stands for "da inner sound y'all" and y'all can bet
That the action's not a trick, but showing the function

Everybody wants to be a deejay
Everybody wants to be an emcee
But being speakers are the best
And you don't have to guess
De la soul posse consists of three
And that's the magic number

Dove:
This here piece of the pie
Is not dessert but the course that we dine
And three out of every darn time
The effect is "mmmm" when a daisy grows in your mind
Showing true position, this here piece is
Kissin' the part of the pie that's missin'
When that negative number fills up the casualty
Maybe you can subtract it
You can call it your lucky partner
Maybe you can call it your adjective
But odd as it may be
Without my 1 and 2 where would there be
My 3
Mase pos and me
And that's the magic number

Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
Souls who flaunt styles gain praises by pounds
Common are speakers who are never scrolls
Scrolls written daily creates a new sound
Listeners listen 'cause this here is wisdom
Wisdom of a speaker, a dove and a plug
Set aside a legal substance to feed 'em
For now get 'em high off this dialect drug
Time is a factor so it's time to count
Count not the negative actions of one
Speakers of soul say it's time to shout
Three forms the soul to a positive sum
Dance to this fix and flex every muscle
Space can be filled if you rise like my lumber
Advance to the tune but don't do the hustle
Shake, rattle, roll to my magic number

Now you may try to subtract it
But it just won't go away
Three times one?
(what is it?)
(one, two, three!)
And that's the magic number

(yo, what's up?)
(1, 2, 3)
(i say, children, what does it all mean?)
(woah-woah-wo, 1, 2, 3)
(i wouldn't lie to you)
(no more no less, that's the magic number)
(no more no less)
(what it is?)
(no more no less)
(is this the future?)
(no more no less)
(do the shang-a-lang)
(no more no less)
(no one on the subway ever chats to me)
(no more no less)
(anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?)
(no more no less)
(how high's the water, mama?)
(no more no less)
(how high's the water, mama?)
(no more no less)
(three feet high and rising)
(no more no less)
(three)
(that's the magic number)

Pos:
Please listen to this simple de la style i'm gonna sing
It's strongly directed to all the misery you're bringing
Now i'm not all about dissing someone else personnel
But there's no quota on your odor
That's right, you smell
Now you might feel a little embarassed, don't take it too hard
And don't make it worse by covering it up with some right guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Please take your big ass to the bathroom
And please use
(a little bit of soap....)

(it's delacratic)
If i want to i could jump off this building.
(it's delacratic)
I could hold two pieces of doo-doo in my hand.
(it's delacratic)
I could call everybody in that room a rubberneck.
(it's delacratic)
Come on, please?
(it's delacratic)
I can say anything that i want.
(it's delacratic)
I could wave my hand in my air.
(it's delacratic)
I could stick my hand up my nose.
(it's delacratic)
I could hold my foot and count to three.
(it's delacratic)
I can do anything.
(possie? dovie? masie?)
(pass my bag.)

Dove:
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my de la clothes
Or is it just my de la song?
What i do ain't make-beleive
People say i sit and try
But whan it comes to being de la
It's just me myself and i

It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i

Pos:
Now you tease my plug one style
And my plug one spectacles
You say plug one and two are hippies
No, we're not, that's pure plug bull
Always pushing that we've formed an image
There's no need to lie
When it comes to being plug one
It's just me myself and i

It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i

Dove:
Proud, i'm proud of what i am
Poems i speak are plug two type
Please oh please let plug two be
Himself, not what you read or write
Right is wrong when hype is written
On the soul, de la that is,
Style is surely our own thing
Not the false disguise of showbiz
De la soul is from the soul
And this fact i can't deny
Strictly from the dan called stuckie
And from me myself and i

It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i

Pos:
Glory, glory hallelu
Glory for plugs one and two
But that glory's been denied
By kizids and dookie eyes
People think they dis my person
By stating i'm darkly pack
I know this so i point at q-tip
And he states, 'black is black'
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Please keep on up with the nuts
So i don't get in aftermath
But if i do i'll calmly punch them
In the fourth day of july
'cause they tried to mess with
Third degree, that's me myself and i

It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i
It's just me myself and i

(and now for my next number, i'd like to return to the classics.
Perhaps the most famous classic in all the world of music...)

Dove:
The first time around, you didn't quite understand our new style of speak.
(don't worry, we can fix that right now)
So why don't you all just grab your bags
(come on aboard, hoist the anchor, and we'll be off)
(and good luck to both of you)

Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one

Pos:
Answering any other service,
Perogative praised positively i'm acquitted
Enemies publicly shame my utility
After the battle they admit that i'm with it
Simply soothe, will move vinyl like glue
Transistors are never more shown with like
When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin
Due to a clue of a naughty noise called
Plug tunin'

(hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmmm)

Flock to the preacher called pos
Let him be the stir to the style of your stew
Sit while the kid of the plug form aroma
Then grab a daisy to sip your favorite brew
Lettin' this soul fire be your first prior,
But don't let the kick drum stub your big toe
See that the three will be your thread
But like my man chuck d said, 'what a brother know'
Dance while i play and the cue cards sway
From my flower girls china and jette
The button is pressed in '89 we'll start the panic
From de la soul and a prince from stet
Negative noise will be all divided
Dangerous to dance, posdnuos will croon
Ducks and kizids will all be rid
When paying position to the naughty noise called
Plug tunin'

(hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)

Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two
Plug one, plug two, plug one, plug two

Dove:
Freeze 'cause these are the brothers
Brothers of the soul who present a new flick
Every last viewer is tuned to the method,
Known to be a method, no magicians, not a trick
Bitten by the spoken who been titled plug two
Swallowed by the loonies who are jealous with the showbiz
Dove'll teach the truth, posdnuos will preach the youth
To the fact that this will bring an end to the negative
Flow to the sway 'cause i say fa-so-la-ti
At the top we will dwell
Difference is fame and we rise then we build
Where we are set we get fat and we swell
Motions of the soul is a positive stride
One step forward is the space we consume
Vivid as the moon, you have yet to assume
How the soul found the motto of a naughty noise called
Plug tunin'

Vocal is local so believe that
This chant shan't rely on the strong lap
Trying and live so you best realise
That the gift that i present, i say gift wrap
Style of the tune is personal
And defining what's the rhyme is worst of all
Stop, sit and study 'cause the meaning isn't muddy
Just preach and do the gear as the first of all
Watch while the pitcher is pitching
'cause this is the pitch of the year
Sing a simple song but keep the swing strong
Though you heard dove crying 'i ain't fair'
Those who think de la's on the flip tip
Try to flip this and you're doomed
Watch for the b-b 'cause if you try to grieve me
You'll be hung by the wire of the plug tune

(hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)
(i can't twist your arm and make you stay with me)
(are you ready for this?)