| Song | Big Brother Beat |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Album | Live at Tramps, NYC, 1996 |
| 作词 : Anslem, Beze, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
| Ha ha ha ha | |
| Ha, ha ha ha ha | |
| Ha! ha ha ha ha | |
| Ah-ha ha ha, ah-ha ha ha ha, ha!! | |
| Intro/chorus: de la + mos def | |
| Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
| Centralized and way out in the sticks | |
| Remember to keep the de la/de la/native tongue | |
| In the mix | |
| Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick | |
| Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
| From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6 | |
| Remember to keep the mos def/native tongue | |
| In the mix | |
| Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets/gets/straight butter hits | |
| Verse one: mos def, dove, posdonus | |
| Now, come on y'all, get live get down | |
| What we have is a brand new sound | |
| So don't none of y'all just be misled | |
| The de la's gonna do the body good like wheat bread | |
| Shakin laces out of shoes, mos def bought the brews | |
| Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots | |
| See i'm out to get the core like in them rainbow pops | |
| Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks | |
| Via sinus complex, i aims to clog it up | |
| Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain | |
| We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem | |
| I'ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown | |
| Native tongue come through to make you say yes yes | |
| This is the body mos def style fresh like baby breath | |
| We are the killer combination with the size to administer | |
| The beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes | |
| Chorus | |
| Now check it out, and ya don't stop | |
| We got the big brother beat, ya don't stop | |
| (repeat 2x) | |
| Verse two: mos def, posdonus, dove | |
| I don't bug out i chill, don't be actin ill | |
| No trick in ninety-six, native tongue gon build | |
| But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed | |
| Cause to me, mc mean, make it clean | |
| When i speak on groups and i'm smooth like gabba d | |
| Tryin to hang out with dove and catch love in aberdine (word up) | |
| I bag dimes like my man born on august 17 | |
| Life be nuttin but a river son i'm swimmin upstream | |
| Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears | |
| With information due to confirmation of the nation's most | |
| Wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans | |
| Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table | |
| Rated at the high point of the mass | |
| Rippin mc's at the top of a class, occasionally | |
| Rippin some sucker's face | |
| Or some suckable ass from a girl | |
| It's a big brother beat for the wide wide world | |
| I'm makin memos off these demos back in eighty-nine | |
| Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind (right) | |
| Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted | |
| That my niggaz buttered benedict rolls, and then voted | |
| I wrote in the dark so i could feel it like braille (uh-huh) | |
| Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail | |
| Came to set like equators invented, with the heat | |
| Yo mos def how you radiate to make it complete | |
| Right *echoes*, so when i shine the light crabs wince | |
| Manifestin for the future here in the present tense | |
| No doubt, i love the sound biggin out off your jeeps | |
| Son i want the little kids bangin big brother beats | |
| Chorus | |
| We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits | |
| Perfecta, perfecta | |
| (repeat 3x) | |
| Word up |
| zuò cí : Anslem, Beze, Mason, Posdnuos ... | |
| Ha ha ha ha | |
| Ha, ha ha ha ha | |
| Ha! ha ha ha ha | |
| Ahha ha ha, ahha ha ha ha, ha!! | |
| Intro chorus: de la mos def | |
| Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
| Centralized and way out in the sticks | |
| Remember to keep the de la de la native tongue | |
| In the mix | |
| Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick | |
| Now this goes out to all area clicks | |
| From manicured lawns to projects bricks bricks from 718 to the 516 | |
| Remember to keep the mos def native tongue | |
| In the mix | |
| Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets gets straight butter hits | |
| Verse one: mos def, dove, posdonus | |
| Now, come on y' all, get live get down | |
| What we have is a brand new sound | |
| So don' t none of y' all just be misled | |
| The de la' s gonna do the body good like wheat bread | |
| Shakin laces out of shoes, mos def bought the brews | |
| Sittin indian squats to make that red tie knots | |
| See i' m out to get the core like in them rainbow pops | |
| Swingin life like a hammock, invested like stocks | |
| Via sinus complex, i aims to clog it up | |
| Snappin by the pain as a crew hear the gain | |
| We remain on your mind like skulls, not a golem | |
| I' ma show it in the house all perimeters are blown | |
| Native tongue come through to make you say yes yes | |
| This is the body mos def style fresh like baby breath | |
| We are the killer combination with the size to administer | |
| The beatdown to swell up all three of your eyes | |
| Chorus | |
| Now check it out, and ya don' t stop | |
| We got the big brother beat, ya don' t stop | |
| repeat 2x | |
| Verse two: mos def, posdonus, dove | |
| I don' t bug out i chill, don' t be actin ill | |
| No trick in ninetysix, native tongue gon build | |
| But we be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed | |
| Cause to me, mc mean, make it clean | |
| When i speak on groups and i' m smooth like gabba d | |
| Tryin to hang out with dove and catch love in aberdine word up | |
| I bag dimes like my man born on august 17 | |
| Life be nuttin but a river son i' m swimmin upstream | |
| Playin wait up, with the data servin your ears | |
| With information due to confirmation of the nation' s most | |
| Wicked ways of livin, like them glassy eyed beans | |
| Inhale to smoke the fiends, while bangin a table | |
| Rated at the high point of the mass | |
| Rippin mc' s at the top of a class, occasionally | |
| Rippin some sucker' s face | |
| Or some suckable ass from a girl | |
| It' s a big brother beat for the wide wide world | |
| I' m makin memos off these demos back in eightynine | |
| Took you all on encounters of an unknown kind right | |
| Did the hustle with a couple of us, but soon noted | |
| That my niggaz buttered benedict rolls, and then voted | |
| I wrote in the dark so i could feel it like braille uhhuh | |
| Heard the big brother beat, got locked with no bail | |
| Came to set like equators invented, with the heat | |
| Yo mos def how you radiate to make it complete | |
| Right echoes, so when i shine the light crabs wince | |
| Manifestin for the future here in the present tense | |
| No doubt, i love the sound biggin out off your jeeps | |
| Son i want the little kids bangin big brother beats | |
| Chorus | |
| We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits | |
| Perfecta, perfecta | |
| repeat 3x | |
| Word up |