Eye Patch

De La Soul

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    Thank you, thank you
    And for my latest basket of cheers, here it goes, baby!

    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    Mess up my mind, mess up my mind
    Mess up my mind wit the eye patch
    (Everything I do gonna be funky)

    Channeling in sync so my would bring (What!)
    Wit dat, causin' all fat I'm responsible for ya diet (Keep it quiet!)
    Yo I got beats, State this stitch on my national fabric
    My daughter will speak the arabic that's how I live
    Levitate to my nation when holding up your nickels
    I pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles
    Like green on the pickle
    My papes are the up master of the cabbage patch
    Ya eyes got the latch
    So catch the cut, I hold the rut
    For the people's reminder when in Maseo Path
    I be the finder of the patch

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    Can the cat's tongue slip, ya do the da zip
    Take the horse into the jolly ranch
    Keep the hush
    The good, the bad, and Uncle Tom, beat it kid (Whoa!)
    Do doo doo do do do do do
    Show the sheep cause I found the food
    When I string the man wit the eye patch, the eye patch
    When I'm walkin' it and could ya make it go sha na na na

    It sniffs good
    Punks show disguises when I'm standing in the wood
    I be the in cause the brother holdin' Glocks is out
    I be the in cause the pusher runnin' blocks is out
    I be the in cause the kid smokin' weed
    Shootin' seed which leads to a girl's stomach
    Being 'bout a half a ton is out
    Show the finger print and give me good grief for my lumber
    Pants will sag cause my license as a plumber
    Feel the Plug (yo, something's wrong here)
    Now give a shout

    Yo what's up, I'd like to give a holler to Big 4-7 off in the Oakenone!
    And I bring an income in to my baby girl Twyla in White Plains
    And all my peoples out in Delaware
    Yeah yeah yeah, and I like to give a shout out
    To all those rappers who dissed us on records
    And I wanna let you know you're still wack
    And oh, yeah, I ain't mentioned no names cause you might f-
    (All right, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going back to that)

    (Ecoutez)
    (Ecoutez)

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    Composición: David Jolicouer, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason y Penelope Houston

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