Stakes Is High (remix) Lyrics - De La Soul

*Trugoy:* 

(Vibes... Vibrations...) 

Yeah... Check the vibe y'all, vibe y'all... 

(Vibes... Vibrations...) 

Dirty, rotten tooth 

Select from the sound booth 

Collect grammer 

Like panhandlers 

On skid row 

My John Doe'll 

Build a vision where thought can go walking 

Without the Devil hawking 

Stakes Is High like weed smoke 

We need folk 

To shed the truth 

To the wide youth 

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*Truth Enola:* 

Enola got soul 

To hell with role models, teachers and guardians 

With rock-hard erections, and seven incisions 

Raw intercourse with mother nature 

She likes to bang to the left 

Teach all women and children only the best 

Stakes is Higher than the highest mountain 

Mos Def 

*Mos Def:* 

This is the 21st century, poor shit ain't quaint 

The Zulu Apaches got battle cries and war paint 

I do with some care cause I is who they ain't 

That ain't strokin' my sack, it's just a black ink fat 

Boy, ain't no keeping me back. Yes, Mos Def is the handle 

Try to test and get supressed like a government scandle 

Exhibit is exquisit and a level degrees 

Flying high in the sky with the Supa Emcees 

Photos 

*Posdnuos:* 

Yo! I write rhymes like I come from New York City 

Rollin' with commitees, making your whole life shitty 

Shutting down your rap group, and you best to believe 

Brothers become permanent niggas when they soul is a track 

And ain't no niggas like the one I know 

Cause what I know is them niggas gotta go 

Make me feel I need to by a fo-fo 

(Bloop Bloop) Sending them express to hell though 

*Mos Def:* 

Classic material like Run DMC. At least, 

four out of five, every Jeep owner agrees 

That it's them damn high Stakes 

that make you pump yo' brakes (vibes) 

pump yo' brakes (vibes) 

pump yo' brakes (vibes, vibes) 

Haha... 

(Vibrations...) 

Get with the viggy-vibe ya'll... 

*Posdnuos:* 

Stakes is High... 

You know them Stakes is High, when we dealing with the 

(Vibes... Vibrations...) 

Stakes is High... 

Man them Stakes is High... 

*Truth Enola:* 

Doctor, I'mma make those house calls and exercise those 

Some people getting burned, playing their toes close 

Fumble-eye sky tumble-ing down, stay humble-eye 

Sidle up and ride. Beware, who you idolize 

Religious hypocrits who give away elbow in the face 

I'm Enola, system solar, Plug One, solely mine 

*Posdnuos:* 

We went from picking noses to pockets, directly to jail 

Now we think we better ourselves trying to be calm 

When you're puffing that (hay!) in the middle of the barn 

Stopping thoughts, so you can stretch a mind into yarn 

Funeral lawns are drunk from kids pouring out liquor 

Respecting life, by met up with a little quicker 

And we let the body rock the party 

until the party rocks the body 

Cause a scuffle broke loose due to too much juice and gin 

run in the minds of opposing men 

*Trugoy:* 

Aiyo, my mens is going to have to learn when to say when 

and when to ask why, you accept the [?] 

cause you dwelling in a sty 

Can't face it man to man, son, I see it in your eye 

Conseal it, why try? Display it, when you relay it 

You're just a lie. 

(Vibes... Vibrations...) 

*Posdnuos:* 

There was a lovely lady who's intent I thought I had on Rosa Parks 

But her ex came to town and took back her heart 

And she left me standing silly in the dark with a mic 

Caught up in expressions 

and learning lessons of depression 

Sometimes it seems I can't connect with female beings 

To my little Aya-Mo when she having them dreams 

And her facial gleams are sweet, but soon to switch to bitter 

cause when she reaches sixteen she'll be considered a piece of meat 

Not a treat but a trick to sex in showers 

People kick last days, we in the last hours 

Minutes and seconds, I reckon it won't be long 

til recorded ways of striving will be dead and gone 

But this loss coming through despite who try to see me 

These brothers are too hard, sisters are too easy 

Sleazy... 

*Mos Def:* 

Trying to please me with that sex appeal 

When you're livin' in the ghetto man you got to deal 

Brothers scatter from the function when they spot the steel 

Weapons get concealed, when there's plots to kill 

The on all up in the party cause this rock is real 

Niggas ain't stoppin' to think so they ain't gon' stop the violence 

Music too loud to hear, so Doug E. Fresh say "Silence!" 

Through the projects, they terminate and expect violence 

I rather take it easy, keep it breezy like the Attic 

*Truth Enola:* 

Revi-revolutionize 

We keep it complex, so don't offend 

Nine times out of ten, men and women pretend 

And mobilize devil eyes 

Fight beside [?], you are the type 

For everything in life has a price 

Love black berry molasses 

So smart you're stupid 

Hard heads create soft asses 

*Trugoy:* 

So like molasses... 

That's how you move, and how we prove with that 

Come with the full-pack, to keep it native 

like tongues, we brung the lickin' for all your earth spittins 

Can't write without that excite 

But when you come down, you're shit is dumbfound 

Sounded weak like mundane, someday 

You figure one day, you'll play the roles of masterpiece 

Until then cease 

And I'm out like reece 

(Vibes...) 

To get some Reese's Pieces 

Peace 

(Vibrations...) 

Check the... 

(Vibes... Vibrations...) 

(Vibes... Vibrations...)