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?)