La mamma morta (from Andrea Chenier) - Maria Callas, Philharmonia Orchestra, Tullio Serafin

Hello boys and girls.

welcome to your de la soul readalong storybook!

When you hear this sound… * …that means turn the page.

And now we begin our exciting adventure of… de la soul is dead.

Playground honeys:

— oh my god, vanilla ice…

— he's so fly!

— the boy is so good.

— did you see his body?

— he could dance too.

— he could.

— he's better than any rapper I ever seen!

— and plus his dancers!

— he's so jammin'!

Jeff: yo, what’s up?

Honeys: yo, jeff, where you been, man?

Jeff: guess what I just found, I just found a de la soul tape in the garbage.

Honeys: for real?

let’s hear it!

Jeff: no!

Honeys: aww, be like that!

Mista lawnge: what’s up, cocksnot?

how ya doing, buddy?

Honeys: cocksnot?

you gonna let him call you that?

sucker!

Jeff: leave me alone!

Lawnge: what do we have here?

Jeff: nothing!

Lawnge: listen, you little arsenio hall gum having punk!

Honeys: oooh!

you let him call you arsenio!

oooh!

Lawnge: I want the tape!

Jeff: it’s mine!

Honeys: oh, he played you!

jeff’s getting played!

jeff!

jeff!

bodyslam him,

jeff!

Lawnge: now!

I’ve got the new de la soul tape!

hey dicksnot, buttcrust,

get over here!

D.j.

aub: what’s up baby?

Mase: coolin'!

Lawnge: I just got this de la soul tape, man, slamming.

where’s the box?

the box!

Mase: so, yo, let’s get with the shilsnihilsnobilsno!

Aub: I got the bidox, let’s do this like brutus!

…28.

for those who have all four answers correct, you will recieve

A specially selected grand prize.

thanks, and goodnight, for three feet

High and rising, this is don newkirk.