Lyrics:

Plug one, Plug two
Plug one, Plug two
Plug one, Plug two
Plug one
Answering any other surface
A rocket if previous possibly evacuated
Enemies publicly shame my utility
After the battle, they admitting some wit it
Simply soothe, well moved, Vinyl like glue
Transistors are never more shown with
Like wind vocal flow, brings it all down in ruin
Due to the clue of the naughty noise called Plug Tunin'
(Hm-mm, mm-mm, yeah)
Flowing and firing with a new style
Bars are cleaned and loaded for salute
Check this with the choice, standing steady like my mouthpiece
Paragraph rigid is now introduced
Drums are heard sounding off in each and every person
Vocal confetti is tenant top seating
Colors and volleys on proper form flown was shown
When appreciation while-
This is a Daisy Age, hands won't sweat
'Cause there's no threat, knuckles stay dry while
Resting, so use it
Rhymes aren't fables but stable to be on time
'Cause the marketing labels pick apart the news
The stage will fit with every consumer
Microphone used and signals start blooming
Profit and cost can never be lost
Or due to the clue of a naughty noise called Plug Tunin'
(Hm-mm, mm-mm, yeah)
Ease at the sight of a method
Down beneath the devil's hoof of another added verse
Aspirin and swallowing every last letter
Vocalized riddles will quench any thirst
Feelings for the rhythm is because unknown
Gifted individuals are the ones who show biz
Auditions are clever but the soul would just rather
Hold a count of four and in the end leave it as it is
Flow to the sway of my do-re-mi
We are fixed lunatics who are hoarded
Words are set to the wits of human
Converted to a phrase called talk
Musical notes will sing the new motto
Every last poem is recited at noon
Focus is set, let the Polaroid click
As we capture the essence of a naughty noise called Plug Tunin'
(Hm-mm, mm-mm, yeah)
Vocal in doubt is an uplift
And real is the answer that I answer with
Trying yet viable what you must realize
That the gift that I present is surely not a gift
Difference in style is definite
Fit and sly words are hard hittin' syllabled
Now set aside, I say I hold pride
In performing this quality misfit
So swing 'cause the suture is pitching
Incensed, J. Dove is now saying
All sing along to his favorite song
While the pocket transistors are playing
Least but not last, I must write
For the ones that are relied on soon
Lighter fluids of text can be stopped by accident
When you're tippin' the wire of the Plug Tune
(Hm-mm, mm-mm, yeah)
Don't know if ever I know
Every feeling of my life
One