[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?)