Dreams Of The Funky Towel - De La Soul

[Dove] 
In rap goes apartment leave your chart bent off of hits 
And catch mad love with a mix 
Scream on fire like grits  and make sure the shine spits 
Do away with all ignorance 
Look out for the roaches and the pits Mr. Burns beware 
[Mos Def] 
I be the Mr. Bern like the Bernstein Bears 
Keep it Sloppy like Joe  cuz Joe don't care 
But as long as I maintain savoirfaire 
And the bums on the street chump change I spare 
Keep it slick like James Brown hair, do 
keep it raw like the Z Ave crew, true 
The temperature's high up, or H-D 
If the last thing's a booger you can't count on me 
I'm a give a cockroaches, Mos Definitely 
[Posdonus] 
Now the apartment is getting kinda hot up in here 
I guess a De La Soul jam's been placed in your ear 
Added sugar to the thoughts of the inner-city circle 
Who might have to hurt you on a night that's late 
When you're in the wrong town picking up your date 
I guess your date wasn't set on having you for a mate 
Chorus: Dove 
Sweet dreams are made of these 
Who am I, to disagree? 
I travelled the world and the seven seas 
And everybody, say it's gotta be funky 
[Posdonus] 
We be the Suns party people rotate around the fun 
(It's Plug One) One never played no guns 
I specialize in never putting wool over the eyes 
This is the tower of stain that wouldn't be surprised 
if you didn't apply it to the ordinary skin 
I'm a MC in love with the way-back-when 
Match pens to pad, I be Ayamo's dad 
Doing laundry to clean up on reality's fad 
[Dove] 
Now we in a sticky situation but we make it FON-KAY 
And bring it back to the days of watching PU-NKY 
Brewster, used ta, be in L.I. fl