“When them chefs in the streets they call me De La, as if I lost my soul.”
De La Soul is back! The ’90s hip hop legends return with a kickstarter campaign to fund their ninth studio album “And The Anonymous Nobody”. With “God it” as a new single featuring our rap king Nas, the group surpassed their Kickstarter goal. The new album includes features with 2 Chainz and Little Dragon. The iconic backpacker sound converged with Mr. Titi Boi himself will be a fascinating listen.
“God it” bangs hard and it’s classic hip hop at its finest. Listen to the track now and read the lyrics courtesy of Genius.com below:
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
Grown man salute check the black suit, a fair black tie
Got these kids fillin’ up the premises, they want the supply
Product is uncut, we givin’ you what you need cause you pay the prices
And if albums like pizza pies, we know you ain’t tryna pay for them slices
When them chefs in the streets they call me De La, as if I lost my soul
I still got it baby boy, (?) sound on patrol
Check the foul while we run it international like no other
For me in the (?) rockin’ them New York Knicks in them number blue colors
They got it for two for five, we got it for three for free baby
Cause you gonna get hooked off this verbal dope we cooked that’s how it’s gonna be baby
This digital onslaught, it’s the world we live, get on it or get quiet
You stay home while we stay on that Nasir Jones, ya’ll, the world is our diet
[Hook: (Posdnuos) + Nas]
When we glide the world, what we tellin’ ‘em?
(Still got it baby boy)
Within’ the loudest crowds, what we yell at ‘em?
(Still got it baby boy)
Walk amongst the people, what they eyes sayin’?
(Still got it baby boy)
Those that thought they were equal, they demise sayin’
(Still got it baby boy)
[Verse 2: Dave]
As young boys we played on the stoop playin’ punch buggie, now we OG’s drivin’
Limited whips from 2016, just watch what we call perfect timin’
The cradle is straight, the fridge got a cradle estate, we dyin’ like Thanksgivin’
If you on seconds with nothin’ to share, then kill yourself what’s life worth livin’?
Case studies say hip hop is dead huh? I think I need to taste the puddin’
Proof in it, if God was a kid when sales went from platinum to wooden
Special affairs, who cares about the special effects ya’ll – we like no others
Show respect to this grown man ink young fella, recorded your mothers
Now when I walk in the street they call me De La as if I lost my soul
I still got it baby boy, check the Nikes baby boy
Overseas or domestic, we exchange currency til the paper’s extinct
You like fossils in the wild, we live with God’s Child fuck what ya’ll think.
[Hook]
