This time you claimed you'd really score
Brother, brother, stupid brother of mine
Said you need to put that shit in check
The one with the dark-skinned one
Where it ended up, I had an idea
Should I stab ya? Should I bite ya? Should I use my tools?
All it's doing is taking over, where them crackers at?
Them crackers that they serve, where they at?
From there a mother figure came into play
Make the bass come out, make the bass come out
With the glasses? Yeah
I was the Beaver, you Curious George
My, my, my, what happened to the people?
Yo know who that was?
Hit me, forgive us, said it's taking over, taking over the world
But this was the fate that you were fed
From our parents our name was forged
Bullshit, didn't believe a lick
Now Mom was a product of Christ's rebirth
Something I had to see to believe
But what it does contain is an undesired element
Now at twenty-one you're lower than low
Which said you shouldn't stop but continue to walk
Yeah, the ugly one
Throughout high school our minds we'd waste
Brother, brother oh brother of mine
Make the bass come out so clear
Gonna make you scream and loop three loops
"Yo, where's your brother at?", I'll be the first to splash
Mom would say it would soon go away
Guess what? Time to collect, correct
The guy from De La Soul, Pos. Posdnuos
This element is known as the Basehead
Claimed for you she saw a better day
Thought the only chance was to go to church
My dividends and wares started to disappear
Remember that day? Slipped me a smile for a 20 crack vial
You and I knew it was here to stay
Make the bass come out so clear
Put on my suit and to church I weaved
Wanted me to believe that you ain't tried
Instead went to Pop and gave him the print
Don't cry the blues 'cause I got bad news
But the man helped you when you helped yourself
Had just found the one that could pull his Plug
No
Soon you had converted to nasal sports
Make the bass come out so clear
Who still can be reached, to save the people who still can be saved
Heard you moved to the comfortable streets of New York
"Yo, he's a Basehead"
(Slam the child on the hard concrete)
Right
What do you know, the voice is back in town
Now the brother who could handle any drug
I've been summoned here today to reach the people
You heard of De La Soul, right?
Make the bass come out so clear
Unlike the other drugs you had control
Then you smiled with the funky frown
Now Pop grew tired of being a mouse
And when my friends see me and come and ask
Who?
Started getting high at the age of nine
High off all the cheeba that we could taste
Wanted to dispose of this and that
The people who used to care about what took place in the world today?
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
But curiosity had killed the cat
Said there was a voice I could've talked
And the sad thing is, this particular element is me brudda
Quitting this stuff you had tried before
Now from me you lost all respect
Every five minutes cocaine you'd snort
We used to be down as partners in crime
Make the bass come out so clear
Soon you reach your front of calm
Make the bass come out so clear
The lowest of lowest of all elements that exist
Then I gave you the benefit of a doubt
But your mind and the craving had coincided
Walked round by rehearsing psalms
Told me that you needed a stronger fix
Barking you with the quickness, reversed intent
At this age no wonder it was read
Don't have a dime? It's payback time, payback time
Well he was the one from De La Soul
Stepped to the crack scene in 86
Make the bass come out, make the bass come out
The one with the real nappy hair
Do this fool [Incomprehensible]
No, I got another way to earn my defeat
Gonna take you far on a freeway, okay
Finally told you to get the hell outta the house
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Wanted to see if you will work it out
That meant going to rehab for your health
Finally it went and blew your cork
Yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots
This substance had engulfed your body and soul
Can I get an Amen? Can I get an Amen?
