Songtexte:
De La Soul In The Woods

that funky shit (in the woods) That be beyond understandin (in the woods) Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods) Timber (in the woods) Posdnous:

that funky shit (in the woods) That be beyond understandin (in the woods) Yo we do it with the soul (in the woods) Timber (in the woods) [POSDNOUS:]

To Sleep I Pray To The Lord My So He'll Keep When I Die In This Life Of Hate I Pray To The Lord My Soul He'll Take [Woodie:] In This Life Of Sin God

curb Yeah, they rob you blind, chew you up, and it ain't pretty And it's a soul suckin', soul suckin', soul suckin', soul suckin' Soul suckin', soul suckin

: A snowed in forest path With lament I dream of long forgotten times An image comes to my mind Of a young man riding through the frozen woods In his

and push a bucket break, scrubbing paint Bubbling up again on my hood Gotta get it while the gettin good Chemist with the pimpin mix the leather with the cherry wood

free I look into the eyes Of my merciful friend And then I ask myself Is this the end? Memories linger Sad yet sweet And I think of the souls In heaven

with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's

it finish the job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul