"Jay Dee, please... pick up-" [dial tone, number dialed]
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("Are we on the air?") Uh-uh
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("Are we on the air?") Yes, you are
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("Hello, Ma! Uhh.. I'd like to hear a new beat on the request line")
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("Okay, you got it. Coming up..") {"Get down!" - [James Brown]}
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[Posdnuos]
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Aiyyo, answering any alter service
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Perogative praised positively I'm acquitted
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Enemies publicly shame my utility
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But after the battle they're admitting I'm with it
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Simply soothe will move, vinyl like groove
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Transistors are never more shown with like
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When vocal flow brings it all down in ruins
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Designed with the sounds of Dilla, we call it Plug Tunin'
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[Chorus]
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("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight, y'all
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("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight
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("Are we on the air?") Yo, shout out to Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
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[Dave]
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Aiyyo, gaze at the sight of a method
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Dive beneath the depth of a neverending verse
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Gasping and swallowing every last letter
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Vocalised liquid holds the quench of your thirst
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Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown
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Different individuals are dazzled by the showbiz
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Auditions are gathered but the Soul would just rather
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Hold a count at three.. and in the end leave it as it is
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Flow to the sway of my do-re, mi
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Leaving are fixed lunatics who will hawk
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Words are sent to the vents of all humans
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Then converted to a phrase called talk
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Musical notes will send a new motto
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Every last poem is recited at noon {"Get down!" - [James Brown]}
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Focus is set, let your Polaroids click
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As they capture the essence of Dilla with this Plug Tunin'
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[Chorus]
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("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight, y'all
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("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight
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("Are we on the air?") Yo, show love, it's Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
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[Posdnuos]
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Flowing in file with a new style
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Barrels are cleaned and loaded for salute
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Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouthpiece
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Paragraph preacher, now introduced
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Drums are heard sounding off on each and every person
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Vocal confetti is blown at top stage
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Roses and violets aren't proper for throwing
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when showing appreciation, why? This is a DA.I.S.Y. Age!
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Hands won't sweat cause there's no threat
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Mic will stay dry while placin Soul use
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Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time
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Cause they're marketed and labeled speaker 'Posdnuos'
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This pitch will fit with every consumer
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Microphone use in self will start blooming
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Profit and cost should never be lost
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All due to the sounds of Dilla, we call it Plug Tunin'
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[Chorus]
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("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight
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("Are we on the air?") We live with Dilla tonight, y'all
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("Are we on the air?") Yeah, salute Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
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("Are we on the air?") We in the D tonight
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("Are we on the air?") We reppin Dilla tonight, y'all
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("Are we on the air?") Yeah, and put it up for Ma Dukes ("Hello, Ma!")
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[Outro]
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We get down tonight y'all...
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{"Paid the-" "Jay!"}
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Dilla Plugged In
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De La Soul |