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Who is the knuckelehead, wanting respect?!
No,no... quello mi sa che era Ghostface. Allora, ripartiamo:
Plug 1? Check!
Plug 2? Check!
Plug 3? Check!
Se spararsi i De la Soul, in generale, è come farsi una passeggiata al parco in primavera allora ascoltarsi "3 Feet High and Rising", in particolare, è come mangiarsi un ghiacciolo.
In effetti l'album in questione e un ghiacciolo hanno un sacco di cose in comune: quest'ultimo è fresco, colorato e se lo possono mangiare tutti senza problemi di linea.
E se questa brillante analogia potrebbe tranquillamente terminare qui il discorso sul disco, cosa altro mi rimane da dirvi, se non consigliarvi calorosamente l'ascolto di "3 Feet High and Rising" (e state certi che un sorriso ve lo strapperà)? Boh!
Potrei dirvi che ci sono 24 tracce: in alcune si rappa e in altre no; in alcune si sussurra, si parla in francese, si coltivano margherite, si simulano orgasmi...
Allora, cosa aspettate?! Il messaggio dei De La Soul è positivo e solare, e anche se dalle vostre parti non tira un gran vento di positività beh, è pur sempre primavera no?!
Vi lascio con una citazione dei tre che potrebbe centrare come anche non centrare nulla:
Ghetto gained a ghetto name from ghetto ways
Now there must be ghetto gangs and ghetto play
If ghetto thing can have its way and get arranged
Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change
Elenco tracce testi e video
09 Brain Washed Follower (02:52)
JEFF: Yo yo, hey man, ain't you guys um, Plug One? Plug Two?
Potholes in my Lawn? You're those weird guys, De La Soul, right?
DOVE: Yeah, what's up little man, how you feeling, I'm Dove, how you
feeling.
POS: Yo what's up man, my name is Pos.
MASE: What's up, I'm Mase. Yo, shorty, what's your name?
JEFF: Oh, my name? Jeff. You guys are walking? Now rappers ain't
supposed to walk.
POS: Sorry little man, but you know...
JEFF: Jeff. I told you, my name is Jeff. If you guys are rappers,
where's your dukey gold chains? Y'all don't have no dukey gold chains.
MASE: We don't wear gold chains, we'd rather spend our money on
more important things like, women, necessities...
DE LA SOUL: And video games!
JEFF: Y'all are crazy. No chains, dag. Okay, where's your BMW?
You're not supposed to walk. Where's your jeeps, your Maximas?
DOVE: Maximas? Yo, Maxin' would break my flow. And with the cause of
gas, Jeff man, I'd rather take the transit that's mass.
JEFF: What you say? You are C-R-A-Z-E-E. Crazee. Don't you know you
can't be def if you don't have no gold? Or a car, man? What's up?
MASE: Who told you that?
JEFF: Everybody who's def has gold, cars, money, girls, clothes...
MASE: Wait a minute, wait a minute, shorty, you're buggin'. Do you like
Plug Tunin' and
Potholes?
JEFF: Yeah that song's def.
POS: But we don't wear no gold chains, nor do we ride BMW's and
Maxes or Jeeps, yet you still think our music is def, right? Wait a
minute. Did I say 'def'?
DE LA SOUL: Rrrr-RRAH!
JEFF: What?
POS: Nothing, nothing. It's just that we don't deal with all that
materialistic stuff, but we still got what it takes to please and
supply our listeners, understand my man?
JEFF: Where's your beepers? Why don't you have beepers? Everybody
wears beepers. You have to have beepers to look down.
MASE: AAAUUGHHH! Little man is brainwashed indeed!
DOVE: Nah, nah. Beepers are the least of status situators, man. Plus
I find them ugly as parking tickets.
JEFF: You guys talk funny.
POS: Well actually our verbal is kinetic, so when released flow A to
Z is perfectly pitched in andvance in intricacy.
JEFF: Yeah you homeboys are really bugged.
POS: Wait a minute. Did he say...
MASE: Bugged?
DE LA SOUL: Rrrr-RRAH!
JEFF: So no car, no beepers, no gold. That's weak man, that's weak.
DOVE: Jesus, did he say 'weak?' Jesus, they never learn.
POS: Foolish mind, have I, have I.
MASE: Actin' like that lady!
DE LA SOUL: That lady!
POS: Peace, my brother...
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