Pease Porridge

My name, my name, my name is the Pasta

Now I like, I like I like to plug the real thing

So loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance

The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bring

My tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues

Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and others

Get played, get played, played a lot on radio

And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers

The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed

It kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merry

But late, but lately loonies acting real bold

Can't sip in luxury my apple cranberry

Girls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tut

Our home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricks

Don't real, don't real, don't realise the Native Tongue

Is rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamix

Question, and that's if only I can ask this question

Can I? (Yes you can!)

Why do people think just because we speak peace

We can't blow no joints?

(I-I-I don't know)

Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge, you know it

Keeps me peacefully, no?

Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peaked

And now it's time for some heads to get flown

We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of course

But pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawers

A picture, picture, picture, picture painted pink

Could turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quick

But in a single file my Native Tongue is calm

I'd rather, rather pass a brother a pound or palm

I kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unity

And shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beat

I click, I click the TV to the Simpsons

And sip the Porridge deep into my system

So mel, so mellow mode is my day mode

Inside the studio or on a road

The Shwing, the Shwingalo is the now step

It's murder if you bet cause you're life's jep

To praise, to praise the Soul is on a down drag

It's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag

(Pease Porridge in the pot)

(Pease Porridge in the pot)

(Pease Porridge in the pot)

(Nine days old)

Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music

Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of pow

Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball

Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul

Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up

It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups

Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade

So we can throw our lemonade

In their face and kick their little butts

People wanna get ragged with the reruns

Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit

They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none

I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit

The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold

We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown

Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways

But when, but when we fly that head all the people say

Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs

Real peaceful like

In my land, my people adore Porridge and I don't understand why De La

Soul is so violent

And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, and

They are so violent. I don't understand

I don't understand

(Pease Porridge in the pot)

(Nine days old)

(Pease Porridge in the pot)

(Nine days old)

(Pease Porridge in the pot)