Yo  gee.
   Yo  word up  gee  man.
   Yo  man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill  B?
   Yeah  man  I heard it's kinda fly  man.
   Yo man  Rakim and De La be up there all the time!
   Word up! Yo  De La? Yo  those punk kids  man?
   They ain't punks  man.
   Yo man  those kids are wack man  straight up booty  wack.
   Yo  but  yo  that "Buddy", that was kind of fly, man, and
 "Potholes?" Slammin'. Slammin'.
 - Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after they
 came out with "Plug One, Plug Two" then "Potholes", yo,
 then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they were
 straight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots.
 - Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club,
 though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there!
 - Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothers
 show up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them!
 (Background:)
 (Pease porridge in the pot)
 (Pease porridge in the pot)
 (Pease porridge in the pot)
 (Nine days old)
 POS:
 My name, my name, my name is the Pasta
 Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing
 So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance,
 The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring
 My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues,
 Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others
 Get played, get played, played a lot on radio
 And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
 The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
 It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry
 But late, but lately loonies acting real bold
 Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry
 Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut
 Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks
 Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue
 Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix
 GOSSIP GLADIATORS: (Lashawna and Jenette)
 - Yo, Miss Thing!
 - Yo Merisa, what's up?
 - You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? - Yo I
 was there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'.
 - Word man?
 - Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was on
 the dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to
 them and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one,
 Plug Three?
 - Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him.
 - All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit him
 real quick, think he didn't when he did, and then them
 other kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the other
 ones, the other ones?
 - The Violators.
 - The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't care
 who they was hitting, you think they wasn't?
 - Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs,
 things like that, you know...
 MASE:
 Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
 Can I? (Yes you can!)
 Why do people think just because we speak peace
 We can't blow no joints?
 (I-I-I don't know)
 GRANDMA MASE: (Squirrel)
 Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know it
 keeps me peacefully, no?
 MASE:
 Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked
 And now it's time for some heads to get flown
 DOVE:
 We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course
 But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers
 A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink
 Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick
 But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm
 I rather, rather pass a brother palm to palm
 I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity
 And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat
 I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons
 And sip the Porridge deep into my system
 So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode
 Inside the studio or on a road
 The Swing, the Swingalow is the now step
 It's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jep
 To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag
 It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag
 (Pease Porridge in the pot)
 (Pease Porridge in the pot)
 (Pease Porridge in the pot)
 (Nine days old)
 POS:
 Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
 Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow
 Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
 Don't und, don't understand the act of being fouled
 Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
 It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pups
 Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade
 So we can throw our lemonade
 In their face and kick their little butts
 FIGHT COMMENTATORS: (Squirrel and Mikey Roads)
 - And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects
 lovely to the ribcage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
 - Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulate
 combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape.
 - Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in
 trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted.
 (Background:)
 (Touching fingers, touch, touch)
 (One at a time, touch together)
 DOVE:
 People wanna get ragged with the reruns
 Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
 They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
 I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit
 The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
 We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
 Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
 But when, but when we fly that head all the people say
 THE FROG: (Lisle Leete)
 Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogs
 real peaceful like.
 JABIB: (Jarobi)
 In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De La
 Soul is so violent, and we are
 so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and
 they are so violent. I don't understand,
 I don't understand.
 (Pease Porridge in the pot)
 (Pease Porridge in the pot)
 (Pease porridge in the pot)
 (Nine days old)
 (Pease Porridge in the pot)
 (Pease porridge in the pot)
 (Pease Porridge in the pot)
 (Nine days old)
 (Pease Porridge in the pot