En Focus Lyrics
| Song | En Focus |
| Artist | De La Soul |
| Album | Buhloone Mindstate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Houston, Jolicoeur, Mason ... | |
| (biofeedback) | |
| Pos： | |
| Ya go beats, meats, son sheep | |
| I can't cook, but being a cook i'm servin' much to eat | |
| I got multiple stabs of jazzy | |
| Sassafrassy as i caught the fame of soul | |
| Years after mama had me tell ya gladly | |
| I plugged for the tunin' | |
| Which cause eyes to zoom in | |
| Dres: | |
| Which put your person into focus | |
| Pos: | |
| No longer kelvin mercer but the posdnuos | |
| Plug one yo i found fun | |
| In the scribblin' of speak | |
| On a naked white sheet | |
| Most recognized by my dark brown self | |
| Dres: | |
| Yo you found some wealth? | |
| Pos: | |
| More in my mind than in my pocket | |
| But i's got every girbaud that ever sagged | |
| I met some hoes, met some girls | |
| Did a tour that took me all around the world | |
| Dres: | |
| Did a tour that took me all around the world | |
| Dove: | |
| I hit the shines but i'm shooin' it now | |
| Remember when the floor might have had a spine | |
| Well it's all bent over | |
| The dayglo nigga gets the red door mat | |
| It's a roller coaster | |
| When your shit's burnt toast | |
| Now mr. club owner knows your jam | |
| When your jam is tha jam | |
| And there's a tab at the bar | |
| My mindstate's great | |
| No thanks i don't drink | |
| I sip the bobo | |
| Then i kettle it quick | |
| I felt the heave in the jeave | |
| Tap it in the basement | |
| Diggin' my own understanding quick | |
| Let me get the single out | |
| Think mr. radio say the starlight | |
| Is the same star bright | |
| I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch | |
| But turn out the lights and some will go bitch | |
| It was one mc after one mc | |
| Play the lamp post do the blow wit dynomite | |
| Well it's okay and it's alright | |
| Cause our birthday cake's external light | |
| It'll all get graphic | |
| People made of plastic | |
| Look at the shine wit my 50 watt eye | |
| But when i got the eye patch i hit the latch | |
| I fame it to a name from denver up to maine | |
| And lovin' deluxe | |
| She won't catch me in no tux | |
| Nah, man i won't honor the style | |
| (curious, curious, curious, curious) | |
| Dres: how you doing, my name is dres, listen... | |
| Shorty: isn't that posdnuos? oh, my... | |
| Dres: baby, what's wrong with me? | |
| Pos: | |
| Funny funny how time flies | |
| When you have some light on the face | |
| Cause the focus is the fickle | |
| 'stead of fusin' i'm a use it | |
| To the utilize the trickle caught the rush | |
| But i play hush | |
| While andres titus is the grabbin' | |
| As a fan will put the hearts to mush | |
| Lush dalea would hear the public beat | |
| The same way for titus when he blacked the sheep | |
| But as the knee went deep | |
| To deeper off the charts | |
| The album faded to black | |
| That's when the amnesia starts | |
| (curious, curious, curious, curious) | |
| Shorty: aren't you dres from black sheep? what are you doing here? who | |
| Are you here with? | |
| Dres: i'm with my man pos, you know pos... | |
| Shorty: oh yeah, positive k, i.. i like him... | |
| (stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush) | |
| Dove: | |
| Hey boy, i watch that star man, shit's all in | |
| Should i shot it or begin | |
| I saw bootleggas no shinin' | |
| I saw big 4 go get shinin' | |
| A typical flick was the moment | |
| When the man said | |
| "ain't you?" yeah i is 'im | |
| Hush your mouth fallin' in cog | |
| Caught the light being true dog | |
| A fist of funk and i pocket that screen | |
| In the scene or in between | |
| Gimme but a little bit of the starlight | |
| I mail my ass to the darkness | |
| I dig it, i dug it | |
| I dig it, i dug it | |
| I wiz it, i was it | |
| I wiz it, i was it | |
| Oh lord let me switch it off | |
| Because ya find some'll do it all | |
| For the light | |
| (stop jivin') |
| zuo ci : Houston, Jolicoeur, Mason ... | |
| biofeedback | |
| Pos: | |
| Ya go beats, meats, son sheep | |
| I can' t cook, but being a cook i' m servin' much to eat | |
| I got multiple stabs of jazzy | |
| Sassafrassy as i caught the fame of soul | |
| Years after mama had me tell ya gladly | |
| I plugged for the tunin' | |
| Which cause eyes to zoom in | |
| Dres: | |
| Which put your person into focus | |
| Pos: | |
| No longer kelvin mercer but the posdnuos | |
| Plug one yo i found fun | |
| In the scribblin' of speak | |
| On a naked white sheet | |
| Most recognized by my dark brown self | |
| Dres: | |
| Yo you found some wealth? | |
| Pos: | |
| More in my mind than in my pocket | |
| But i' s got every girbaud that ever sagged | |
| I met some hoes, met some girls | |
| Did a tour that took me all around the world | |
| Dres: | |
| Did a tour that took me all around the world | |
| Dove: | |
| I hit the shines but i' m shooin' it now | |
| Remember when the floor might have had a spine | |
| Well it' s all bent over | |
| The dayglo nigga gets the red door mat | |
| It' s a roller coaster | |
| When your shit' s burnt toast | |
| Now mr. club owner knows your jam | |
| When your jam is tha jam | |
| And there' s a tab at the bar | |
| My mindstate' s great | |
| No thanks i don' t drink | |
| I sip the bobo | |
| Then i kettle it quick | |
| I felt the heave in the jeave | |
| Tap it in the basement | |
| Diggin' my own understanding quick | |
| Let me get the single out | |
| Think mr. radio say the starlight | |
| Is the same star bright | |
| I' m thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch | |
| But turn out the lights and some will go bitch | |
| It was one mc after one mc | |
| Play the lamp post do the blow wit dynomite | |
| Well it' s okay and it' s alright | |
| Cause our birthday cake' s external light | |
| It' ll all get graphic | |
| People made of plastic | |
| Look at the shine wit my 50 watt eye | |
| But when i got the eye patch i hit the latch | |
| I fame it to a name from denver up to maine | |
| And lovin' deluxe | |
| She won' t catch me in no tux | |
| Nah, man i won' t honor the style | |
| curious, curious, curious, curious | |
| Dres: how you doing, my name is dres, listen... | |
| Shorty: isn' t that posdnuos? oh, my... | |
| Dres: baby, what' s wrong with me? | |
| Pos: | |
| Funny funny how time flies | |
| When you have some light on the face | |
| Cause the focus is the fickle | |
| ' stead of fusin' i' m a use it | |
| To the utilize the trickle caught the rush | |
| But i play hush | |
| While andres titus is the grabbin' | |
| As a fan will put the hearts to mush | |
| Lush dalea would hear the public beat | |
| The same way for titus when he blacked the sheep | |
| But as the knee went deep | |
| To deeper off the charts | |
| The album faded to black | |
| That' s when the amnesia starts | |
| curious, curious, curious, curious | |
| Shorty: aren' t you dres from black sheep? what are you doing here? who | |
| Are you here with? | |
| Dres: i' m with my man pos, you know pos... | |
| Shorty: oh yeah, positive k, i.. i like him... | |
| stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush | |
| Dove: | |
| Hey boy, i watch that star man, shit' s all in | |
| Should i shot it or begin | |
| I saw bootleggas no shinin' | |
| I saw big 4 go get shinin' | |
| A typical flick was the moment | |
| When the man said | |
| " ain' t you?" yeah i is ' im | |
| Hush your mouth fallin' in cog | |
| Caught the light being true dog | |
| A fist of funk and i pocket that screen | |
| In the scene or in between | |
| Gimme but a little bit of the starlight | |
| I mail my ass to the darkness | |
| I dig it, i dug it | |
| I dig it, i dug it | |
| I wiz it, i was it | |
| I wiz it, i was it | |
| Oh lord let me switch it off | |
| Because ya find some' ll do it all | |
| For the light | |
| stop jivin' |
| zuò cí : Houston, Jolicoeur, Mason ... | |
| biofeedback | |
| Pos: | |
| Ya go beats, meats, son sheep | |
| I can' t cook, but being a cook i' m servin' much to eat | |
| I got multiple stabs of jazzy | |
| Sassafrassy as i caught the fame of soul | |
| Years after mama had me tell ya gladly | |
| I plugged for the tunin' | |
| Which cause eyes to zoom in | |
| Dres: | |
| Which put your person into focus | |
| Pos: | |
| No longer kelvin mercer but the posdnuos | |
| Plug one yo i found fun | |
| In the scribblin' of speak | |
| On a naked white sheet | |
| Most recognized by my dark brown self | |
| Dres: | |
| Yo you found some wealth? | |
| Pos: | |
| More in my mind than in my pocket | |
| But i' s got every girbaud that ever sagged | |
| I met some hoes, met some girls | |
| Did a tour that took me all around the world | |
| Dres: | |
| Did a tour that took me all around the world | |
| Dove: | |
| I hit the shines but i' m shooin' it now | |
| Remember when the floor might have had a spine | |
| Well it' s all bent over | |
| The dayglo nigga gets the red door mat | |
| It' s a roller coaster | |
| When your shit' s burnt toast | |
| Now mr. club owner knows your jam | |
| When your jam is tha jam | |
| And there' s a tab at the bar | |
| My mindstate' s great | |
| No thanks i don' t drink | |
| I sip the bobo | |
| Then i kettle it quick | |
| I felt the heave in the jeave | |
| Tap it in the basement | |
| Diggin' my own understanding quick | |
| Let me get the single out | |
| Think mr. radio say the starlight | |
| Is the same star bright | |
| I' m thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch | |
| But turn out the lights and some will go bitch | |
| It was one mc after one mc | |
| Play the lamp post do the blow wit dynomite | |
| Well it' s okay and it' s alright | |
| Cause our birthday cake' s external light | |
| It' ll all get graphic | |
| People made of plastic | |
| Look at the shine wit my 50 watt eye | |
| But when i got the eye patch i hit the latch | |
| I fame it to a name from denver up to maine | |
| And lovin' deluxe | |
| She won' t catch me in no tux | |
| Nah, man i won' t honor the style | |
| curious, curious, curious, curious | |
| Dres: how you doing, my name is dres, listen... | |
| Shorty: isn' t that posdnuos? oh, my... | |
| Dres: baby, what' s wrong with me? | |
| Pos: | |
| Funny funny how time flies | |
| When you have some light on the face | |
| Cause the focus is the fickle | |
| ' stead of fusin' i' m a use it | |
| To the utilize the trickle caught the rush | |
| But i play hush | |
| While andres titus is the grabbin' | |
| As a fan will put the hearts to mush | |
| Lush dalea would hear the public beat | |
| The same way for titus when he blacked the sheep | |
| But as the knee went deep | |
| To deeper off the charts | |
| The album faded to black | |
| That' s when the amnesia starts | |
| curious, curious, curious, curious | |
| Shorty: aren' t you dres from black sheep? what are you doing here? who | |
| Are you here with? | |
| Dres: i' m with my man pos, you know pos... | |
| Shorty: oh yeah, positive k, i.. i like him... | |
| stickabush, stickabush, stickabush, stickabush | |
| Dove: | |
| Hey boy, i watch that star man, shit' s all in | |
| Should i shot it or begin | |
| I saw bootleggas no shinin' | |
| I saw big 4 go get shinin' | |
| A typical flick was the moment | |
| When the man said | |
| " ain' t you?" yeah i is ' im | |
| Hush your mouth fallin' in cog | |
| Caught the light being true dog | |
| A fist of funk and i pocket that screen | |
| In the scene or in between | |
| Gimme but a little bit of the starlight | |
| I mail my ass to the darkness | |
| I dig it, i dug it | |
| I dig it, i dug it | |
| I wiz it, i was it | |
| I wiz it, i was it | |
| Oh lord let me switch it off | |
| Because ya find some' ll do it all | |
| For the light | |
| stop jivin' |
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