The Book Of Life - De La Soul

Friends, how many have 'em?

How long before they split like atoms?

Don’t ask me, but what I do stand behind

is someone havin your back, seems hard to find

You know the line, «Don't judge the book by its cover»

Read every page cause the nigga’s my brother

But it shoulda stated, that the book’s on one’s life

is always upgraded (so open the book!)

…Aight, business.

page 9, right?

Yo, sun’s out so momma’s first son’s up

Between me and Deen, I’m the first one up

Ready to grind, always on time

for any interview, face-to-face, even online

Knocked out about fo' befo', Deen stumbles through

the door groggy, last night foggy, so unprofessional!

What?

You wanna hold a congressional hearing on this shit?

C’mon, Pop, quit!

This is how we is when it comes to the biz

Off-point, off-centered

and when you point it out, he gets ill-tempered

Promoter of the show’s pissed cause the spot had a curfew

but Hurricane Whitter blew through

and made the mess of the date (Yeah, I got here late, and?)

We only did four songs, 'spose to do more songs

Now Ken-doo dealin with the riot and the venue, yeah

Crazy.

got this shit right here, on page 63

Aiyyo, little kid’s sis insists she knows me

Backstage access, aspiring actress

She gon' be the candidate to get this caucus

Of course my campaign is interrupted

Jacob’s fury, he’s wearing a helmet

Penile pad like he’s Mr. Cockney

I ain’t buyin it, he can’t sell it

I’ll redial Madlock, the verdict is sloppy

We used to split the rations, trios ménages

But now I got a private car parked garages

All on my front seat, he playin like bumper cars

(I think yo' bitch likes me!) Nigga she’s neither one of ours

He on the bitch strong so I’ma play passive

Now she sayin she gotta go home — YOU BASTARD!

Damn, I’m in the gooddamn dirt like a shovel

outta work with a pay stub and earnin NO love

Oh yeah I’ll open the book!

Yeah let me open it for you

I’ll turn to the page for you motherfucker

It’s right here!

Look right here!

It’s like the harmonica sounds of black clouds around

Word around the campfire you said I’m a tramp buyer

Nigga, I don’t pay for hoes!

Unlike you who disappears for DAYS for hoes

Well here go Captain Paper-Frozen, Salad-That's-Frosty

The only dude in the group with a personal glossy

Personal transport, champion hand sport

Caught him yankin the cord, this dude is boss

And the Lord won’t save us even though we need saving

Can’t even wrestle it, now it’s all desolate

Like B.B. said, «The thrill is dead»

And the afterlife, it’s trife to stay in the red

But I’m stayin ahead, one lesson to thank you

Stow a skunk in the street cred and one in the bank too

Far gone but ain’t far enough to see through

Word is you did a solo album with your people

But life ain’t that Pop, you ain’t no show stopper

Send the boys over to crown you when-

Hey what the fuck you just say?

Yo stop the tape!

Yo, WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST SAY?!

Nigga, I said what you heard!

Oh, uh-huh.

please…

and WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HEAR?

Oh, it’s like that Pop?

…It's on now