MASE:    Yo Pos and Dove, stand clear to be plugged up into line one and two    So y'all can flaunt the new style of speak       (And good luck to both of you)       Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two    Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One       POS:    Answering any other service,    Perogative praised positively I'm acquitted    Enemies publicly shame my utility    After the battle they admit that I'm with it    Simply soothe, will move vinyl like glue    Transistors are never more shown with like    When vocal flow brings it all down in ruin    Due to a clue of a naughty noise called    Plug Tunin'       (Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmmm)    (Mmm-hmm, yeah)       Flowing in file with a new style    Barrels are cleaned and loaded for salute    Chanters with the choice standing steady like my mouth    This paragraph preacher is now introduced    Drums are heard sounding off on each and every person    Vocal confetti is blown at top stage    Roses and violets aren't proper for throwing    When showing appreciation, why? This is a Daisy Age    Hands won't sweat 'cause there's no threat    Mic will stay dry while pitchin' so loose    Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time    'Cause they're marketed and labeled sticker 'Posdnuos'    This pitch will fit with every consumer    Microphone loosed in cycles, start blooming    Profit and cost should never be lost    All due to a clue of a naughty noise called    Plug Tunin'       (Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)    (Mmm-hmm, yeah)       Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two    Plug One, Plug Two, Plug One, Plug Two       DOVE:    Dazed at the sight of a method    Dying at the death of a neverending verse    Gasping and swallowing every last letter    Vocalised liquid holds the quench of your thirst    Reasons for the rhythm is for causes unknown    Different individuals are dazzled with the showbiz    Auditions are gathered but the Soul would just rather    Hold a count at three and in the end leave it as it is    Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi    Leaving are fixed lunatics who will hawk    Words are sent to the vents of humans    Then converted to a phrase called talk    Musical notes will send a new motto    Every last poem is recited at noon    Focus is set, let your polaroids click    As they capture the essence of a naughty noise called    Plug Tunin'       (Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)    (Mmm-hmm, yeah)       Vocal in doubt is an uplift    And real is the answer that I answer with    Dying yet live, what you must realise    THat the tune that I present is surely not a gift    Different in style is definite    And style which I flaunt is sure legit    Now set aside, I say I hold pride    In performing this melodic misfit    So swing 'cause this pitcher is pitching    In sense JD Dove is now saying    All sing along to his favorite song    WHile the pocket transistors are playing    But least but not last I'm frightened    For the words that I reply hold doom    Life of the check can be stopped by accident    When you're tripping the wire of the Plug Tune       (Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmm-mm, hmmm)    (Mmm-hmm, yeah)    (No-one that I know can live my life for me)    (Are you ready for this?)