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