De La Soul - "Fanatic Of The B Word"

[Buried near the end of De La's criminally underrated second album, "Fanatic" is a killer little shuffle of a tune. Featuring assists from Mike Gee (of the JBeez) and Mista Lawnge and Dres (AKA Black Sheep), the Plugs rhyme cheerfully about, well... Not much, actually. Verses get traded off, riffing on baseball as metaphor for sex, getting high, looking out windows, watching girls, lack of proper eating utensils, and other important matters. General laid-back tomfoolery ensues.]

spoken intro:
( [Mike Gee] Haha! Awwwwwwww yeah! Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on! Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house, my man the Dres in the house, y'knowwhatI'msayin', Huey Love in the house, long Posdnuos, Dove, Prince Paul, the immigrant Lucien in the house. The house Dreddy Bear, haaaaah, Mike Gee!)


Come on everybody let's baseball (Got it goin' on. Swing it over here!)
Come on everybody do the baseball
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on everybody let's baseball (We gonna swing it over here, swing it over there.)
Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball (We gonna do the baseball.)
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody (Ha ha ha!)
Come on everybody let's baseball


[Posdnuos]
A Nubian sprocket is the one
Plug One, cut the cap
Forward is the marcher of the chant
To the clan, unless you slept
Willy to the Wonka of the feast
Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes
If we get fined by police,
Don't worry, yo, I got the papes
Toxic is the talk that I tell,
Tell the tales from the lady who's fat
Chris made the dope beat, but no Bo Peeps
(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)

[Trugoy]
Swing is the iszm I step
Plug Two, groove a gut
On gets by, when it's kept
Three miles to my strut
Forgiveness to the foes is false
I cook goose, and serve a plate
Position is opposed to a loss
No cause, no relate
Brother got a badge of his own
Because the link of the life is slack
This licks 'em down to the Tootsie Pop
(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)

[Dres]
Move over just a bit to the right of me
For I cannot see where the booty is
I sit, I'm looking out a foggy window
Crack it just a bit, yo, this is showbiz
It's as though a pound goes around and around
So I give a pound, then I do the step
Dres will be with boca on the side
Can I crack a smile, for those who slept
Phonetics and kinetics perservere therefore I kick it
I took the L.I.R.R., but I did not have a ticket
Had some Chinese food but I didn't have a spoon
I had a dope rhyme but I didn't have it soon
I'm looking out the window, day is filled with rain and gloom
Man oh man oh man I hope I find my spoon soon
Eating on some sushi 'cause I know it ain't cat
(And you can't beat that with a baseball bat)

(spoken outros:
[Posdnuos] Yo this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland, thanks for not having my baby, peace.
[Dres] This is Dres. Danica, Boston, my first tight cushion, love you.
[Mista Lawnge] Yo this is the Sugar Dick Daddy, I'd like to say peace to my father, Bombed Out Brother.
[Maseo] This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to that mother (ahem) who stole my Pathfinder in front of the studio, peace!
[Prince Paul] Yo what's up, this is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up to all the doo doo eaters and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes, and I'm out...)