Pease Porridge

Lyrics

[Scheming Punk Pinocchios skit: Bobby Simmons & Prince Paul] Yo, G Yo, wutup, G, 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, man, 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, man, they fell over, them brothers, man... Yes, they did, man, yo... You know, they were straight up Pop, man I'm telling you, forget them fags Yo, check it out, B W.R.M.S. is throwin' a party at the club though, man Oh, word? Yo, I bet you they'll be there! Yeah! Alright, so let them brothers show up, man Let them brothers be there, I'ma cold *jap* one of them niggas! Run up on 'em! [Verse 1: Posdnuos] 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 We're played, we're played, we're played a lot on radio And al–, and also, and also by some foul brothers The Pea–, the Pease, the Pease Porridge never failed It kept, 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 me dance the King Tut Our home, our home, our homeboys since the plant tricks Don't re–, don't real, don't realize the Native Tongue is Rollin' strong and we're startin' in the mega-mix [Gossip Gladiators skit: Leshaun as "Marisol" & Jennette as "Ms. Thing"] Yo, Miss Thing! Yo, Marisol, what's up?! You heard what happened at the Donut Hole the other night? Yo, I was there and them De La kids was fightin'... Yo. they was wildin'...! Worrrd, man? Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face Yo – they was on the dance floor, right? Some kids walked up to them and said something about "Hippies," "being punks"?! Yo – and the chubby one, Plug Three? Yeah, Plug Three, yeah, I know, I know Alight, Plug Three, alright... 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! Yeah, The Violators The Violators! Right, right Throwing chairs, and they didn't care *who* they was hittin' You think they wasn't?! Yeahhh... I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs...? Things like that, you know...? [Interlude: Maseo, Squirrel, (James Brown sample), crowd] 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 throw no joints??? ("I-I-I-I don't know...") Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge You know it keeps me peacefully, no? Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked And now it's time for some heads to get flown... [Verse 2: Trugoy] We br–, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace, of course But pack a .9 insi–, inside my De La drawers A pict–, a picture, picture, picture painted pink Could turn to red, to red, to red and bloodied quick But, in a single file, my Native Tongue is calm I'd ra— I'd rather bless a brother 'pon the palm With e— with ease, I kick a verse of unity And sha— 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 the road The Shwing— the Shwingalo is the now step It's murder if ya bet, 'cause you're lies jep' To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag [Refrain: Rhythm & Rhyme sample] "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..." [Verse 3: Posdnuos] Can't stan–, can't stand, can't stand the Pop music Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball Don't und—, don't understand the act of being foul Hey D–, hey D–, hey DJ, set the record up It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade So we can throw our lemonade In the face and kick a little fuss [Fight Commentators skit: Mikey Roads, Squirrel, (Rhythm & Rhyme sample)] And they're off! And Mase is the first to throw a punch... Ad he connects lovely to the rib cage! ("Touching fingers, touch, touch...") Wouldn't you say so, Squirrel? ("One at a time, touch together...") Indeed, indeed I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination But, look at the hoodlum trying to escape... ("Touching fingers, touch, touch...") ("One at a time, touch together...") Yeah, it seems as if that particular hoodlum showed Great form in trying to escape ("Touching fingers, touch, touch...") ("One at a time, touch together...") But he, ah... just got his ass – *busted*! ("Touching fingers, touch, touch...") ("One at a time, touch together...") [Verse 4: Trugoy] 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 their heads are flown Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways But when, but when we fly that head, all the people say... [Frog skit: Lisle Leete as "The Frog" & Jarobi as "Jabib"] Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge 'Cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like 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 campfire, and listen to our rituals And they are so violent I don't understand, I don't understand... [Refrain: Trugoy, Rhythm & Rhyme sample] 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