Plug Tunin' (Are You Ready For This?) [12" Version]

[Intro: Mase]

Yo, Pos and Dove – stand clear to be plugged up into Line 1 and 2

So y'all can flaunt that new style of speak

"And good luck to both of you!"

[Chorus 1: Posdnuous & Trugoy The Dove]

Plug One... Plug Two...

Plug One... Plug Two...

Plug One... Plug Two... Plug One

[Verse 1: Posdnuous]

Answering any author service

Prerogative praised positively I'm acquitted

Enemies publicly shame my utility

After the battle, they admit that I'm with it

Simply soothe well, 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'

[Chorus 2: sample]

"Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmmm"

"Mmm-mmm-hmm... yeah..."

[Verse 2: Posdnuous]

Flowing in file with a new style

Barrels are cleaned and loaded for salute

Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouthpiece

Paragraph preacher is now introduced

Drums are heard sounding off in each and every person

Vocal confetti is blown at top stage

Roses and violets aren't proper for throwing

For 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, 'Speaker: Posdnuos'

This pitch will fit with every consumer

Microphone used in circles, start blooming

Profit and cost could never be loss

All due to a clue of a naughty noise called

Plug Tunin'

[Chorus 2: sample]

"Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmmm"

"Mmm-mmm-hmm... yeah..."

[Chorus 1: Posdnuous & Trugoy The Dove]

Plug One... Plug Two...

Plug One... Plug Two...

Plug One... Plug Two

[Verse 3: Trugoy The Dove]

Dazed at the sight of our method

Dive beneath the depth of a never-ending verse

Gasping and swallowing every last letter

Vocalized 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 account at three and, in the end, leave it as it is

Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi

I'll fix lunatics who will hawk

Words are set 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 we capture the essence of a naughty noise called

Plug Tunin'

[Chorus 2: sample]

"Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmmm"

"Mmm-mmm-hmm... yeah..."

[Verse 4: Trugoy The Dove]

Vocal in doubt is an uplift

And real is the answer that I answer with

Dying yet live, but what you must realize

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, J.D. 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

[Chorus 2: sample]

"Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmmm"

"Mmm-mmm-hmm... yeah..."

[Outro: samples]

"No one that I know can live my life for me..."

"Are you ready for this?!"