[Dove:]

Aight, back to the "What the [BLEEP]" portion of the tape

Umm, this song right here we recorded...

in the middle of "De La is Dead" and "3 Feet High and Rising"

Think Pos called it "De La Slow"

Enjoy it, you're only gonna hear it here

Aight, peace



["De La Slow":]



It's in

This is a "De La Slow," type groove

Al's on the board

He's tired as hell

Prince Paul is out sleep

But it's still "De La Slow"

Got a WRMS radio station, that's "De La Slow"

We got a donut shop, that's "De La Slow"

We got props, that's "De La Slow"

And I gotta kick this rhyme, that's "De La Slow"



Preacherman rocks that nobody can

So don't get mad if you don't understand

Tracks hold dirt yet no infections

Heads won't swell cause we close a flow grip

Known as the madface through my teens

Never felt blue so I still wore jeans

The mighy mic cord plays the Plug One's sword

Invert if you don't want a hurt from a cut

There's nowhere to go from the saint to the hoe

They mighta passed the bread so I have a lot of dough

So the love is the rule like my man Lenny Kravitz

But girls wanna play me with the "Oh she gotta have it"

Naughty nutrition is served like these

And with the donuts we pass the peas

Makin much dollars, grippin much jeans

Keep it undercover like a yellow submarine

...



[Dove:]

Bogus, how bogus can I [farting noise]



[inserted track ends]



"What the, what the [BLEEP] was THAT!"

Yeah [toilet bowl noise]

Kinda feel, good flushin that old, De La doo doo

Let's move on to some new {shit}