DOVE: Yeah  you know them brothers that we used to
 look up to  that fell the fuck off.
 MASE: And now they doing all that R'n'B sh..(crocker!)
 DOVE: You mean Rhthym and Blues?
 DE LA SOUL: No! Rappin' Bullsh...
 DOVE:
 Connection A  click  what?
 My dick  chick
 I smack a fish if you thinks
 My connection ain't thick, dick
 Headed like a punk whip
 I travel miles with a rhythmic lip
 I rock an Afro
 In '83, gee, yo
 And spray the sheen so I get a Soul Glow
 I play the corner tough
 And me and Mase pull puffs on a blunt
 MASE:
 Givin' high-five is what I want
 So I puff a blunt, I don't front
 I get spliffed, get a stiff
 Then I go hump a stunt
 Like a pimp pro
 (Nah, man, a super ho)
 That's cool 'cause I'm still an Afro bro
 Yeah, I'm live for my life is hectic
 Every hour, every minute, every second
 I keep a level head and stay down to earth
 'Cause I've been an Afro since birth
 POS:
 Yeah
 Now I hold my crotch 'cause I'm top-notch
 I run amok Sasquatch, and I like to eat live crab
 I've got five beepers, you scab
 But you can find me directly on the Ave
 (You niggas cheat me, well who's that!)
 My breath never smells wack
 I eat the watermelon Tic-Tac
 Before I kiss myself I always jump back
 (Yo, gee, this track is stack)
 (And you know that)
 I do three flips
 When a punk flip on my duke lifts
 But I flex more strength when I'm asleep
 On the other side with his main tapes
 Make her dry her face, buy her gold earlocks
 But I may, she flocks round me like a donut
 She got sprinkles but I bite my way out
 More brothers come about, try to scheme slick
 But the Native Tongue's thick
 Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should
 But the fly tape let the car speakers shake
 I ran a cop down, I smile a frown with a but
 Show gold teeth, 'cause I ain't a vegetarian
 Not scared of beef, sport a feather like Chief
 Got a scribble pad, you can get these gonads
 'Cause I'm big-willed, blow off like a seal
 'Cause connection with the Afro is real
 DOVE:
 I be the gift of gab, but be a bro with a diss
 Because it's tough to bluff a cab
 No wonder Melle Mel is 'Rrrr-RAH!'
 I play of tape of the son of La-di-da
 My cousin Rilo sells blow, a G a day
 Keeps his kids hooray, a size nine and half
 I kicks my tricks, is to live for Island
 I mug a mug vic, but I's cool, I self
 With the quickness I bust the true slang
 Show no pit to those who don't understand
 MASE:
 The Maseo got tailed with the big bail
 I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
 I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
 (He don't care, 'cause his nigga's selling crack to the kids)
 My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
 In the closet with my silk, and below
 My 45 pack thick, draw quick
 If a nigga starts some shibidibidit
 My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I.
 And another crib in Queens
 I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head
 My favorite porck chops and
 A plate of collar greens
 I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
 And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in
 And the Poppa
 But the connections are still a high-five
 (Let's get busy