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jeff: yo yo, hey man, ain´t you guys um, plug one? plug two?
potholes in my lawn? you´re those weird guys, de la soul, right?
dove: yeah, what´s up little man, how you feeling, i´m dove, how you
feeling.
pos: yo what´s up man, my name is pos.
mase: what´s up, i´m mase. yo, shorty, what´s your name?
jeff: oh, my name? jeff. you guys are walking? now rappers ain´t
supposed to walk.
pos: sorry little man, but you know...
jeff: jeff. i told you, my name is jeff. if you guys are rappers,
where´s your dukey gold chains? y´all don´t have no dukey gold chains.
mase: we don´t wear gold chains, we´d rather spend our money on
more important things like, women, necessities...
de la soul: and video games!
jeff: y´all are crazy. no chains, dag. okay, where´s your bmw?
you´re not supposed to walk. where´s your jeeps, your maximas?
dove: maximas? yo, maxin´ would break my flow. and with the cause of
gas, jeff man, i´d rather take the transit that´s mass.
jeff: what you say? you are c-r-a-z-e-e. crazee. don´t you know you
can´t be def if you don´t have no gold? or a car, man? what´s up?
mase: who told you that?
jeff: everybody who´s def has gold, cars, money, girls, clothes...
mase: wait a minute, wait a minute, shorty, you´re buggin´. do you like
plug tunin´ and
potholes?
jeff: yeah that song´s def.
pos: but we don´t wear no gold chains, nor do we ride bmw´s and
maxes or jeeps, yet you still think our music is def, right? wait a
minute. did i say ´def´?
de la soul: rrrr-rrah!
jeff: what?
pos: nothing, nothing. it´s just that we don´t deal with all that
materialistic stuff, but we still got what it takes to please and
supply our listeners, understand my man?
jeff: where´s your beepers? why don´t you have beepers? everybody
wears beepers. you have to have beepers to look down.
mase: aaauughhh! little man is brainwashed indeed!
dove: nah, nah. beepers are the least of status situators, man. plus
i find them ugly as parking tickets.
jeff: you guys talk funny.
pos: well actually our verbal is kinetic, so when released flow a to
z is perfectly pitched in andvance in intricacy.
jeff: yeah you homeboys are really bugged.
pos: wait a minute. did he say...
mase: bugged?
de la soul: rrrr-rrah!
jeff: so no car, no beepers, no gold. that´s weak man, that´s weak.
dove: jesus, did he say ´weak?´ jesus, they never learn.
pos: foolish mind, have i, have i.
mase: actin´ like that lady!
de la soul: that lady!
pos: peace, my brother...