De La Soul — Big Brother Beat Live at Tramps NYC 1996

[Intro: De La Soul] Ayo, that's Mos Def We gon' get into this shit, a'ight? Ha ha ha ha Ha, come on, ha ha ha ha Turn that shit up Ha, yo, ha ha ha ha Ah-ha ha ha, ah-ha ha ha ha, ha [Chorus: De La Soul & Mos Def] Now this goes out to all area cliques Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La in the mix Just like Log Cabin syrup my sound is deep thick Now this goes out to all area cliques From manicured lawns to the projects bricks Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix Straight butter hits, be as a good as it gets [Verse 1] [Mos Def] Now, come on y'all, get live get down What we have is a brand new sound So don't none of y'all just be misled Dе La's gonna do the body good like wheat brеad [Trugoy the Dove] Shakin' laces out of shoes, Mos Def bought the brews Sittin' Indian squats to make that bread tie knots See, I'm out to get the coin like in them Rainbow pots Swingin' life like a hammock, invested like stocks [Posdnous] Via sinus complex, I aims to clog it up Snappin' by the pain as a crew hear the gain We remain on your mind like skulls, when we inside the Tramp's You all checkin' out a zone on a show [Mos Def] The Native Tongue come through to make you say yes yes This is the mighty Mos Def, style fresh like baby breath [Posdnous] We be that killer combination with the size To add another beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes [Chorus: De La Soul & Mos Def] Now this goes out to all area cliques Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La in the mix Just like Log Cabin syrup my sound is deep thick Now this goes out to all area cliques From manicured lawns to the projects bricks Remember to keep the Native Tongues in the mix Straight butter hits, be as a good as it gets [Post-Chorus: De La Soul & Mos Def] Check it out, and ya don't stop We got the big brother beat and ya don't stop Check it out y'all (Check it out), and ya don't stop We got the big brother beat, a big brother beat [Verse 2] [Mos Def] I don't bug out, I chill, don't be actin ill No tricks in '96, Native Tongue gon' build But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed 'Cause to me (What?), MC mean, makin' cream When I speak on grooves, son, I'm smooth like Gabardine Tryin' to hang out with Dove and catch love in Aberdine Bag dimes like my man born on August 17 Life ain't shit but a river, son, I'm swimmin' upstream [Posdnous] Playin' wait up, with the data' servin your ears With information due to confirmation of the nation's most Wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin' my tape Rated at the high point of the mass Rippin' niggas at the top of a class Occasionally rippin' some sucker's face Or some suckable ass from a girl It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world [Trugoy the Dove] I'm makin' memos off these demos back in '89 Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted That my niggas buttered Benedict rolls, and then they voted I wrote in the dark so I could feel it like Braille Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail Came to set like equators invented, with the heat Yo, Mos Def, how you radiate to make it complete? [Mos Def] (What?) So when I shine the light crabs wince Manifest for the future here in the present tense No doubt, I love the sound pumpin' out off your Jeeps But son, I want the little kids bangin' "Big Brother Beat" [Chorus: De La Soul & Mos Def] Now this goes out to all area cliques (What?) Centralized and way out in the sticks Remember to keep the De La in the mix Just like Log Cabin syrup my sound is deep thick (What?) Now this goes out to all area cliques From 7-18, from the 51-6 Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix Straight butter hits, straight butter hits [Outro: De La Soul & Mos Def] We straight butter hits, straight butter hits Manteca, Manteca Yo, we straight butter hits, straight butter hits Manteca, Manteca Yo, we straight butter hits, straight butter hits Manteca, Manteca Yo, we straight butter hits, straight butter hits Manaquilla, baby (Yo yo, what you lookin' at, Mos? What you lookin' at?)