The Package

Okay, cameras ready
Everybody get their mic's
Let's get this thing started, people, come on
Posdnous, you got your lines
You know the direction
Roll cameras, everybody
Roll cameras, let's make this a good one
And, action

LI's finest back at it (you)
Premium soul on the rocks, the package
A revival and conscious survival
The content is beyond lists and idols
Use scar tissue to wipe tears
Hiding amongst the blood and sweat
And don't forget the gang's here to face ya

If some wanna take it back to when a B-boy first became a C-note chaser
Nah
You staying right here
Talk less, listen more
That's the saying right here
Those who wanna try us, play it right here
Step to us with a Goliath, got a David right here

And you can save 'em right there (yeah)
Recognize the savior
The kinks in the string, the wack, the celebrators
The difference between doing the job, and just your nature

Understand birthright over labor
Still working like two thumbs up
Be mouse humble if you two crumbs up
Because uh (you)
I seen sun go grimace in a smile
And I ain't heard a lyric go dive in a while

We jump right in the deep end, like we don't pretend
Serve heavenly high like Gospel and weed pens
We stay devout
Career's not carbonated, so we won't fizzle out (fizzle out, fizzle out)
No doubt

Good take, good take
Alright let's set up for the next one
A little less lightning on this one
That's it, looks just fine, just fine
Everybody, come on
Cameras rolling

LI's finest, Craftmatic (you)
This ain't the sit-down pillow-talk package (you)
Keep the tenner, boy, we beyond summertime
What that good work called
Plug wonder time

Stay on the tick tock but this ain't the kiddy app
Black king shit (God)
Where your city at?
Once again, we administer the Mars transmission
Get your cards ate up like Romney
No Prince Paul, this that laundry
Indebted to a long list, funky like armpits

But let the band roll on like deodorant
You know they going straight Dan Stuckie when we blast off (you)
Living life mask on, mask off
The devil got a plan and a task force (you)
A little prayer ought to piss his ass off
Get your helmets fitted
We headed for a crash course

Yo
We not designed to be ancient
Keep it new like wet paint scent
We're colorful, and yet from Day-Glow, we departed
'Cause trend setters know when to bail from the trend they started
And yet, the end they still prevail
We all hail from the ville with no days off up in the office
Godly flows never nailed up on crosses
It's like liquid abundantly running out of faucets

Yeah
Let's crank that
That's it folks
That's a wrap everybody
Everybody, give a round of applause for De La Soul
DJ Pete Rock
That's a wrap, everybody
That's a wrap (you)