(Make the bass come out so clear)



POS:

This song does not contain explicit lyrics, but what it does contain

is an udesired element. This element is known as the basehead, the

lowest of lowest of all elements that exist. And the sad thing is,

this particular element... is me brudda!



Brother, brother oh brother of mine

We used to be down as partners in crime

From our parents our name was forged

I was the Beaver, you Curious George

Wanted to dispose of this and that

But curiosity had killed the cat

At this age no wonder it was read

But this was the fate that you were fed

Throughout high school our minds we'd waste

High off all the cheeba that we could taste

Soon you had converted to nasal sports

Every five minutes cocaine you'd snort

Told me that you needed a stronger fix

Stepped to the crack scene in '86

Unlike the other drugs where you had control

This substance had engulfed your body and soul

Now from me you lost all respect

Said yo need to put that shit in check

Wanted me to believe that you had tried

But your mind and the craving had coincided

Said there was a voice inside you that talked

Which said you shouldn't stop but continue to walk

Now the brother who could handle any drug

Had just found the one that could pull his Plug



(Background:)

(Ya don't stop, ya don't, ya don't stop)

(Ya don't stop, the body rock)



DOVE:

"Yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots"

"Gonna make you scream and loop three loops"

"Gonna take you far on a freeway, okay"

Remember that day? Slipped me a smile for a 20 crack vial

Guess what? Time to collect, correct

Don't have a dime? It's payback time, payback time

"Don't cry the blues 'cause I got bad news"

"Should I stab ya? Should I bite ya? Should I use my tools?"

No, I got another way to earn my defeat, ah!

(Slam the child on the hard concrete)



(Make the bass come out so clear)



POS:

Brother, brother, stupid brother of mine

Started getting high at the age of nine

Now at twenty-one you're lower than low

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go

My dividends and wares started to disappear

Where it ended up, I had an idea

Barking you with the quickness, reversed intent

Instead went to Pop and gave him the print

Now Pop grew tired of being a mouse

Finally told you to get the hell outta the house

From there a mother figure came into play

Claimed for you she saw a better day

Now Mom was a product of Christ's rebirth

Thought the only chance was to go to church

Quitting this stuff you had tried before

This time you claimed you'd really score

Something I had to see to believe

Put on my suit and to church I weaved



PREACHER (Squirrel):

My, my, my. What happened to the people? The people who used to care

about what took place in the world today? I've been summoned here

today to reach the people who still can be reached, to save the people

who still can be saved. Can I get an Amen? Can I get an Amen?

Hit me! Forgive us. Said it's taking over. Taking over the world. All

it's doing is taking over. Where them crackers at? Them crackers that

they serve, where they at?



DOVE AND MIKEY ROADS (In background as choir):

Said evil's taking over

Said evil's taking over

Said evil's taking over, evil's taking over

The Lord's gonna forgive us, the Lord's gonna forgive us, Lord

Said the Lord's gonna forgive us

The Lord's gonna forgive us



POS:

Bullshit, didn't believe a lick

To this fool fell off, well that would stick

Soon you reach your front of calm

Walked round by rehearsing psalms

Then you smiled with the funky frown

What do you know, the voice is back in town

Mom would say it would soon go away

You and I knew it was here to stay

But the man helped you when you helped yourself

That meant going to rehab for your health

Finally it went and blew your cork

Heard you moved to the comfortable streets of New York

And when my friends see me and come and ask

"Yo, where's your brother at?"

I'll be the first to splash

"Yo, he's a basehead"



(- Yo know who that was?)

(- No.)

(- The guy from De La Soul. Pos. Posdnuos.)

(- Who?)

(- You heard of De La Soul, right?)

(- Right.)

(- Well he was the one from De La Soul.)

(- The one with the real nappy hair.)

(- The one with... the dark-skinned one.)

(- With the glasses?)

(- Yeah.)

(- [Background] Yeah, the ugly one!)



(Fuck you bitch!)

(And kept goin'...)