(Make the bass come out so clear)      POS:   This song does not contain explicit lyrics, but what it does contain   is an udesired element. This element is known as the basehead, the   lowest of lowest of all elements that exist. And the sad thing is,   this particular element... is me brudda!      Brother, brother oh brother of mine   We used to be down as partners in crime   From our parents our name was forged   I was the Beaver, you Curious George   Wanted to dispose of this and that   But curiosity had killed the cat   At this age no wonder it was read   But this was the fate that you were fed   Throughout high school our minds we'd waste   High off all the cheeba that we could taste   Soon you had converted to nasal sports   Every five minutes cocaine you'd snort   Told me that you needed a stronger fix   Stepped to the crack scene in '86   Unlike the other drugs where you had control   This substance had engulfed your body and soul   Now from me you lost all respect   Said yo need to put that shit in check   Wanted me to believe that you had tried   But your mind and the craving had coincided   Said there was a voice inside you that talked   Which said you shouldn't stop but continue to walk   Now the brother who could handle any drug   Had just found the one that could pull his Plug      (Background:)   (Ya don't stop, ya don't, ya don't stop)   (Ya don't stop, the body rock)      DOVE:   "Yo, bro, got another rock for your hiking boots"   "Gonna make you scream and loop three loops"   "Gonna take you far on a freeway, okay"   Remember that day? Slipped me a smile for a 20 crack vial   Guess what? Time to collect, correct   Don't have a dime? It's payback time, payback time   "Don't cry the blues 'cause I got bad news"   "Should I stab ya? Should I bite ya? Should I use my tools?"   No, I got another way to earn my defeat, ah!   (Slam the child on the hard concrete)      (Make the bass come out so clear)      POS:   Brother, brother, stupid brother of mine   Started getting high at the age of nine   Now at twenty-one you're lower than low   Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go   My dividends and wares started to disappear   Where it ended up, I had an idea   Barking you with the quickness, reversed intent   Instead went to Pop and gave him the print   Now Pop grew tired of being a mouse   Finally told you to get the hell outta the house   From there a mother figure came into play   Claimed for you she saw a better day   Now Mom was a product of Christ's rebirth   Thought the only chance was to go to church   Quitting this stuff you had tried before   This time you claimed you'd really score   Something I had to see to believe   Put on my suit and to church I weaved      PREACHER (Squirrel):   My, my, my. What happened to the people? The people who used to care   about what took place in the world today? I've been summoned here   today to reach the people who still can be reached, to save the people   who still can be saved. Can I get an Amen? Can I get an Amen?   Hit me! Forgive us. Said it's taking over. Taking over the world. All   it's doing is taking over. Where them crackers at? Them crackers that   they serve, where they at?      DOVE AND MIKEY ROADS (In background as choir):   Said evil's taking over   Said evil's taking over   Said evil's taking over, evil's taking over   The Lord's gonna forgive us, the Lord's gonna forgive us, Lord   Said the Lord's gonna forgive us   The Lord's gonna forgive us      POS:   Bullshit, didn't believe a lick   To this fool fell off, well that would stick   Soon you reach your front of calm   Walked round by rehearsing psalms   Then you smiled with the funky frown   What do you know, the voice is back in town   Mom would say it would soon go away   You and I knew it was here to stay   But the man helped you when you helped yourself   That meant going to rehab for your health   Finally it went and blew your cork   Heard you moved to the comfortable streets of New York   And when my friends see me and come and ask   "Yo, where's your brother at?"   I'll be the first to splash   "Yo, he's a basehead"      (- Yo know who that was?)   (- No.)   (- The guy from De La Soul. Pos. Posdnuos.)   (- Who?)   (- You heard of De La Soul, right?)   (- Right.)   (- Well he was the one from De La Soul.)   (- The one with the real nappy hair.)   (- The one with... the dark-skinned one.)   (- With the glasses?)   (- Yeah.)   (- [Background] Yeah, the ugly one!)      (Fuck you bitch!)   (And kept goin'...)