(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'...)