Know How
Verse 1
Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me
Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it
Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I'm not fakin' it
Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf
Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow
My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how
Party people, I got know...how
I kick it just like this...
Verse 2
I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant
Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident
Yes, cuz I'm that type of man
Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am
I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder
Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under
I make no errors, mistakes or blunders
It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder
My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well
Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell
It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus
And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts
Smooth operator, female persuader
Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her
I got the kind of style for the here and the now
And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how
Party people, I got know...how
Bust it!
Verse 3
MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin'
I'll treat 'em like doublemint gum and start chewin'
I spit 'em out when the flavour's gone
And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn
Cuz I'm tough like a bone, sly like Stallone
Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone
Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror
Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors
Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard
With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard
Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often
Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften
Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect
I start to build like a builder from a architect
Movin' all around, above and under the ground
You see my face, and then you hear my sound
Comin' atcha with the mic in hand
I'm gonna take command just the way I planned
Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan
Don't you understand? I'm like Superman
Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal?
You better be for real, I got sex appeal
This is what I feel, and this here's my vow
And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how...and I'm chillin', never illin'
In my mouth I got two fillin's...whatever!
I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over
My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it...
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Got More Rhymes
[ VERSE 1 ]
Now from planet to planet, and from star to star
It doesn't really matter, baby, just who you are
And from Earth to solar system, and to galaxy
It's real hard to get a ticket to hear Young MC
Because I rock like a professional, this ain't no lark
You either hear me at a party, or you see me in the park
I rocked the many places far away from my home
I guess that must be the reason why I'm so well known
I rocked from Iowa to Idaho, Canada to Mexico
I came into the place, you party people, just to let you know
My name is the Young MC, ladies want to come to me
And when they're in my arms, the ladies never ever front on me
Thinkin that you know the deal, boy, why don't you be for real
I love to rock the mic, and sometimes even rock the wheels of steel
Rock the place without a doubt, now I'm gonna turn it out
So listen very close, so I can tell you that it's all about
RHYMES
More RHYMES
Party people, I'm the Young MC, and I got RHYMES
Let me tell you something
Young MC got more RHYMES
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now with a voice like this I rock so well
But I'm not Prince, Lionel Richie, or Patti Labelle
I'm not the Cars, the Pretenders, or the B-52's
My name is Young MC, and I'm the one you should choose
Cause when the music comes in, the beat starts thumpin
And I'm the only man to keep the girlies high jumpin
I'm the doctor on the mic, and yes, I'm so sure
That all you need is one visit, then you'll be cured
Cause in the game of rap I am the referee
When the others need help, they'll come to me
Like Judge Joe Wapner on the _People's Court_
My name is Young MC, rockin on the mic is my sport
And now you know, just from those 12 lines
That a fella like me never falls behind
Cause I'm the cream of the crop, and the leader of the pack
Once you give me the mic, you know there's no turnin back
Because I got more rhymes then the other guys do
They're just a monkey, I'm the whole damn zoo
I can't use a book, I use a hefty bag
Because they're just a string, I'm the American flag
I got more rhymes than water seen by a sailor
More than husbands of Elizabeth Taylor
More than Babe Ruth has hit home runs
Yo, my name is Young MC, so go out there and have some fun
With RHYMES
More RHYMES
I gotta tell you something
Young MC got RHYMES
Party people, I got more RHYMES
Bust it
[ VERSE 3 ]
RHYMES - what are these things that I talk about?
Hear them in the walkman everytime you wanna walk about
Never lost a battle in which I fought
And if rhyme was a crime, I'd never get caught
I had to go to college, because I am an intellectual
I only sleep with women, cause I am heterosexual
Rock the microphone anyplace, anytime
That's why I had to write a jam and call it Got More Rhymes
Now as a consequence of this
I'd like to make some sense of this
And tell the party people all the reasons that I sent you this
RHYME that I continue to say
School starts in September, graduation in May
And when I graduate RHYMES'll keep comin
Girls try to flock and jock, but stop bummin
Cause I'm the kinda guy that you never wanna toy with
And now you know that I'm talkin about the boy with
RHYMES
More RHYMES
When you say Young MC, you are sayin RHYMES
Party people, Young MC got more RHYMES
Yeah
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I Come Off
aah na-na, na-na
Now I wrote this record for when I perform,
from the nights inside a university dorm,
I put pen to paper with a paper and pen,
for the times I'm rockin' the mic in front of women and men,
I get raw like Eddie, rough like Freddy,
Kreuger with a luger turnin' men into spaghetti,
I'm like Fats Domino, up on Blueberry Hill,
'cause my rhymes are funky fresh not run of the mill,
And like a king has palaces I give an analyis,
You can't talk because you suffer from paralysis,
of the mouth, of the lip, of the tounge, comin' to you complements of a
brother named Young,
Now you can't talk because I'm leaving you speechless,
so be quiet and let an educater teach this,
It's due to my producer, so he's in a rage. And Mike you control the vinyl
I'll control the stage 'cause I come of,
Chorus
Four score and seven years ago
there were a whole bunch of rappers who were in the know
Four score and seven years later
I dig a hole in those rappers like the moon with a crater
Because they battle me they're really taking a risk,
Cause you're an eight track tape and I'm a compact disc,
And like Tyson drops boxers in rapid succesion,
I'm droppin' MCs in the rappin' proffesion
I'm comin' off, just like the clothes on a hooker,
and I can fly like Jimmy Superfly Snooka,
Like a shuttle goes up into outer space, people's hands go up when I enter
the place,
I don't mean to brag or boast just to tell ya I'm great, but I can rock the
microphone like Dorothy Hammil can skate,
Yeah, I can say a funky rhyme like Greg Luganis can dive, Don't have to be
Saturday night for Young MC to get live 'cause I come off,
Chorus
Yo I come off, My name is Young MC and baby I come off
Yo the brother's comin' off, Bust this, Here we go
Now one behold, Young MC struck gold,
form the rhymes that I've been sayin' to the young and the old,
From the battles I've been havin' with the smart and the dumb,
From the records I've been makin' with the mic and the drum,
You know the other rappers wanna play a game with me,
they run and hide when they hear the name of Young MC,
Like a kid playing tag, that's how it's got to be
so when I start I say Oli Oli Oxenfree,
Yo, you can never write a rhyme as strong as this one,
So pay attention 'cause you don't wanna miss one, of my healthy rhymes
nobody's are healthier, New York, New Jersy, LA or Philidelphia,
City to city, and town to town, place to place
country to country, cause I get around
Even if you were in prison you'da heard me play
cause the warden had me rock and I'm on the PA,
So when you get out come and see my show
and if you start static back in you go
'Cause comin' off is the title and the theme of the jam,
and when the rhymes are finally finished people say God damn
cause I come off
Chorus
I come off. Yo baby, I come off. Here we go
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Nobody Does It Better
Funky fresh on the microphone
Too $hort
Too $hort
[ verse 1 ]
See, Im fresh like always, Im comin at you
And you know I wont stop till Im through
So get on it. now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
At you, cause Im jammin, so check me
I play the music, even made the beat
Cause Im the most rappin, most rhymin
Rollin in a drop-top straight high-sidin
On you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause Im a player, love to play this game
I get funky out here, pumpin the name
Too $hort, the one and only, I just rock it
Fat bankrolls in my pocket
Call me the dirty rapper, Ill say, sure
But Im a young black entrepreneur
Im an mc, right? I own a company too
Programmed the drums and made the groove
So when you look in my face you see a wealthy man
I hope its not hard for you to understand
Im the businessman, its not the same
Im treated like a dope dealer runnin the game
And you wonder why I cant get no peace
Im makin more than the chief of police
Im
Too $hort
[ verse 2 ]
Now that Ive established one fact
I came here to rap
You got a choice to make about me
Can I get busy, are my raps too weak?
Boy, youre too grown, dont say Im borin
Just because you know I come from californ-
Ia where many rappers get no respect
Im at home in a tape deck
I get played and played until its all played out
Sucker mcs come to my house
They want a contract, get signed up
But like toys they need a good wind-up
Then the other suckers, sayin no names
Rap on the mic and use new york slang
Even though we dont talk like that out here
The point Im tryina make comes out so clear
You want paper or plastic, visa or cash?
You wanna burn rubber, gonna step on the gas
Now nip, dip, roll the strip
Gonna take your mind on a serious tip
Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie
I got to say it before I break
I never rap fake
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 3 ]
See, Im fresh like always, no sweat
Its time to jump back in the mix and get
On it, now is the time
Too $hort, baby,s gonna spit that rhyme
I sell records everyday
And still I get no radio play
I got homies, they love my beat
So you hear me all over the streets
A tape rhymes with bass, I make it deep
The kinda tape youll always keep
So if you lose it, youre not my mamas son
It aint free, go and buy another one
Like a costume party on halloween
Mcs pop up on the scene
So you made a record, I saw your poster
Im still harder than you, boy, look closer
Wont say whos best, I just tell you the truth
Youre not makin money, so it couldnt be you
So if that leaves me, too $hort, baby
I keep it in tune like do-re-mi
With a strict rap tempo, bassline simple
Take that, its a too $hort rap
Its on you, boy, Im poppin the most
I come from oakland, dont play me close
Cause im
Too $hort
[ verse 4 ]
Nobody does it better
Tell you, nobody does it better than too $hort
I take a limousine to the airport
Fly first class, never ever last
Cause a brother like me, I pay cash
Twinkle, twinkle, star in the night
Dont look now, but Im shinin bright
I know you wanna hear my triple x
Foul language, girls and sex
Well, Im gonna tell you bout livin the life
Stayin in school and not smokin the pipe
Its hard to be a rich man, dont you know?
When you drop out of school and start smokin dope
It goes d-u-m-b
Youre lookin for some d?
Then start tweakin, its goin on
You dont like it? well, play another song
I got rhymes, you wanna hear?
I sing em every day of the year
You try to get it, you think you got it
I hope you like it, cause you sure cant stop it
This rap is so funky fresh
Too $hort, baby, in the flesh
And if you ever say Im through
So what? Im makin more than you
Cause im
Too $hort
song performed by by Too Short
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2 Live Is What We Are...
1-2 1-2
I am the dominating fresh kid ice
And i am the brother marquis, marquis your brother
And introducing to you on the two turntables:
The treach dj mr. mixx
(word)
[ verse 1: brother marquis ]
We get the red carpet treatment cause we're well respected
Always accepted and never rejected
Our defense is made when we take the stage
The crowd gets excited and goes in a rage
Cause we're generating and demonstrating
All of the talents that we're accumulating
And by doing this we'll go real far
Because - 2 live is what we are
We're highly publicized and advertised
Our music's in your ear, our face in your eyes
We're good to go and goin to be good
We've done the right thing like you knew we would
Because we are here for your dancing pleasure
With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure
Now the man you see, who has hands of magic
His name is mr. mixx, so come on a scratch it
[ verse 2: brother marquis ]
You can call me brother marquis, marquis your brother
The t-e-s-t i pass with with flying colors
I'm capable and on the case
Gettin straight to the point with no time to waste
The point is that this party needs to be rocked
Wioth drummin thumpin beats around the clock
>from odds to outspoken to opinionated
In need of a rhyme i will create it
The best is yet to come, with much much more
You got me rockin you with my rhymes galore
Now my rhymes won't stop, my rhymes won't quit
Just give me the mic and i rock it
On to the break of dawn
I will rock y'all to the early morn
Cause i'm the demonstrating, the dominating
Annihilator, brutalor, mc-hating
So all mc's must step on off
Cause i'm lettin you know who's the boss
Now kid ice, you know you're twice as nice
Why don't you get up on the mic and start to recite?
[ verse 3: fresh kid ice ]
Cause they call me kid ice, the ladies' fire
When i enter a room, ladies fill we desire
Anytime i'm good, yes on the mic
I said the girls keep comin back every night
Cause i dress so fresh, my voice is clean
I can rock party people, yes even the queen
In england, germany, france and japan
The ladies know that i'm the man
Who keep em from the kitchen just doin their dishes
Cause i have em in bed fulfillin their wishes
I got a degree in makin love
Yes i got it from my father just up above
I could take a girl from any man
With a twitch of my lips or wave of a hand
So to all you guys out there tonight
Grab your girl, hold her tight
Say treat her with respect and treat her right
Cause i might be in town for just one night
(word)
(do it)
(1-2-3-4-5-6 do it)
(we're here)
(we're back)
(back)
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Rhymes
Without a doubt Im comin back and if you dont know
Call me s. i. r. t. double o
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys
Ask em who do they love? and they all say tide
Im just an m.c. rapper and nothin else
I keep rhymin and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say these lines
So go on and on, Im sir too short
Just what youve been lookin for
Like pcp or pure cocaine
Dj universe got you sprung in the game
You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast
From host to host, I hear the toast:
Too short, love the way you that hit
Heres to you, keep rhymin and boy dont quit
I say this is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldnt be like that
cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend
Ill keep rappin to the very end
And if you call me fake Ill say so what?
I got you standin and noddin like you just shot up
So boy straightin up Im still rappin
Comin at you fresh. do you know what happened?
Im sayin rhymes messin with your mind
I didnt want your girl cause she really aint fine
I took her to a motel couldve been a hotel
It costs me 20 dollars but I did it so well
She had to tell your sister, your sister told you
Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too
I got rhymes, keep em comin, they dont stop
Im lookin at an empty page about to fill it up
I write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep em comin, they never stop
I live in california, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
Jump in my car, I do it every week
Djs who know call me mister short
All you wanna be mothers get no child support
Im too short baby gettin rich
Get on the mic and then say... like left to right
Right to left girl stealin your heart is like petty theft
Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2
Ill always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around
From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea
All youre gonna do is wanna rock this beat
Its so rough so tough when I talk this stuff
When I get on the mic I cant get enough
Im the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
All my raps are smooth and decent
Im that rapper known place to place
For the hardest raps with the hardest bass
You see I rap all the time, thats the point
When I walk in the place I just jam the joint
Singin old too shorts on the microphone
The beats so fresh cant leave me alone
You see I rap so cool I will not shout
I keep comin so hard I might knock you out
If you battle with short thats the chance you take
So you better come fresh and dont be fake
All you weak mcs with your weak drum beats
Tellin all your people you can hang with me
Count 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and Ill just keep on makin money
Life is too short I dont stop
Im hooked on money like a junkie on top
I got to make it every day, I wont go broke
Ask me am I rich and Ill say no
Im your homeboy too short back again
Puttin oakland on the map my rap will never end
Id like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew
For believin in me when they thought I was through
I got rhymes, I keep em comin
Im on the mic, I wont stop rappin till it comes out right
And when its beatin Ill just say lets roll
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin and I do it by myself
Im like a one man crew, you see I dont need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers, mcs rap masters
Give it up leave that rappin to me
Realizin young buck you cant rock that beat
I rap on the mic and youll believe
Nothin aint kickin like the big old c
Its just one hard rapper spittin a rap
Not 3 or 4 suckas or a couple of saps
Like born to mack Ill cash a check
Walkin round like a fool livin up to his rep
Ill tell you life aint long
What you waitin for?
Thought you wanted to be like too short?
song performed by by Too Short
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I Dont Stop Rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
And I dont stop rappin
Just dont stop
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Dont stop that rap
Well Im sir too short
The true mc
Fresh again with the brand new beat
The big bank roller, I know whats happening
I get on the mike and I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
I dont stop rappin
My rap dont stop, you know it cant
I get on the mic and I make big bank
Unlike some rappers that I know
Trying to get no, but that dont go
Im that rapper, sir too short
I know youve heard my name before
And if you havent, now you have
Sir too short dont stop that rap
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im so rough so tough when I talk my stuff
I dont stop rappin cuz Im too tough
Telling you rappers what its all about
Most mcs are played out
But not too short, Im the best
You know too short is so so fresh
If thats not short, your mind is snapping
The best is fresh cause I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Im sir too short, the rapping man
Im a cold mc and I know I am
Im the big time rapper from east oakland
Into music and making fans
I love young ladies who love my rhymes
Cuz what they say is right on time
The only mc with fresh hits
Its sir too short, he never quits
Thats so so true, what they say
I hear those words every day
Cause Im an mc rapper who gives you more
The big time rapper, sir too short
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
Why do rappers rap like me
Because I rap originally
I never ever will, sing your rap
Ill leave it to you and its just like that
I sing my rap and I know you like
The way sir too short rocks the mic
The sucker mcs dont even front
Even though too short is what they want
Cause what I say is well prepared
I look at a rapper and I make him scared
Scared to battle, the cold cold capper
Ill even be part on a female rapper
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
I dont stop rappin
C a l I f o r
N I a and a superstar
That what it is, thats what I see
California life was made for me
Born and raised in the golden state
Mc rapper and you know Im great
Just cooling out, acting shy
I got my mic and my rap wont stop
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
I met a freak named jiggle g
Took her on a date and spent one penny
She bought me dinner, I bought her gum
Took her to my house to have some fun
I said jiggle g, your so fresh
You look so fine with your big big breasts
I spit my game to her so tough
Sir too short was coming up
I did just what I wanted to
But when I finished what did I do
I took her home, real real fast
I charged her up for wasted gas
I knew just what she had to say
Lets get together on our next pay day
Cuz like I said, I know whats happening
And you know too cause I dont stop rappin
Dont stop
Dont stop rappin
Sir too short
Spit that rap
Oh yes baby, Im the most
Sir too short from the west coast
My rap dont stop, it never could
Im known all in your neighborhood
As an mc rapper, right on time
Sucker mcs dont sing my rhymes
Cuz if they do, Ill be slapping
Sucker mcs cuz Im all about rappin
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Mc rappers, from the o
You talk about short, but you dont know
If you rap original
I might kick back and watch your show
But if I did what would I see
A so fake and imitating sucka mc
In my face trying to rap like me
But none of you suckas can rock that beat
Cuz you stand there looking like a sap
And in your rap I hear my rap
The sucka mc must want my fame
Cuz he didnt stop rappin till he heard my name
Dont stop
I dont stop rappin
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im sir too short on the mic
Gonna tell ya what kind of girls too short likes
I like those girls that are real real fine
Thick young tenders, yours and mine
Its not all about getting that steak
Cuz what is a girl without a lot of bank
A bump and a grind and shes on her knees
The way it is now you might catch a disease
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Sir too short
Dont stop that rap
I dont stop rappin, just dont stop
Dont stop rappin dont stop dont stop
Too short, so fresh
Ill show you how the game comes from the west
Cuz you never ever knew that it was going on
Till a brother like me put it in a song
And Im always fresh, never the same
Just dont stop that fishes game
Dont stop
Dont stop that rap
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Im sir too short, Im that mc
Fresh again, with the beat
Im the big bank roller, I know whats happening
I get on the mic and I dont stop rapping
Dont stop
I dont stop rapping
Too short
Dont stop that rap
Dont stop rapping
Dont stop that rap
song performed by by Too Short
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Pick Up The Pace
No one can rock the microphone finer
East, west, north, South Carolina
Alex and Vivian chillin' at Mel's Diner
Off to China 'cause I got a show there
Get my passport, then I'm gonna go there
Who do I know there? I guess no one
But I will have fun and I get the job done
On the airplane, movin' like the Concord
Come and join me, everybody on board
You won't be bored with the stuff I'm pickin' up
Watch me quicken up and with the pace, I pick it up
Pick up the pace
[Chorus]
Second verse and never cursin'
Rockin' the microphone with the style that I'm reherasin'
In person, that means liver
Swimmin' and slimmin' just like a deep sea diver
I'll arrive, uh, just to go faster
Grab the microphone and show that I am the master
Of disaster, cookin' up a potion
With the funky rhymes to put the people into motion
Of the ocean, movin' like the water
Here's the menu, go place your order
It's a slaughter, a felony of chatter
And pickin' up the pace is the subject matter
[Chorus]
Break it down
Oh yes, I pick up the pace
Take a look at the crowd and take a look at my face
Listen to my rhyme and listen to them yell
It's like a man in jail gettin' out of the cell
I don't why they go by
Weak names and swear that they're so fly
They gotta try it again to rock the mic my friend
Go from A to Z and from beginning to end
Now I could go slower, like the other guys do
But I ain't with it, that's what I'm tellin' you
I think it's kind of stupid, I think it's a disgrace
Instead of going slow they should be pickin' up the pace
Like this
Rock and roller
Coca Cola
Hot like soda
Rollin' like a boulder
Dancin', prancin', mic enhancin'
Just give me a chance, and girls, I'm romancin'
Understand it, underhanded
Leavin' you stranded, runnin' like a bandit
Yo, young money, in my hands you're putty
I'm pickin' up the pace and rockin' the mic
Yeah, buddy
[Chorus]
Pick up the pace
song performed by by Young MC
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Make It Clap
[Intro: Sean Paul (Busta Rhymes)]
We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!)
Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!)
One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!)
Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!!!)
Flipmode Squad (Ha!!!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on
[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh
[Busta Rhymes]
Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner
Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen
([Busta Rhymes:] We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving
([Busta Rhymes:] Lookin to chose) How it's different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
[Bridge: Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
[Verse 3: Sean Paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap
[Busta Rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
[Outro: Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
song performed by by Busta Rhymes
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Go Ill
(vanilla ice, david deberry, kim sharp)
Get on up...i walk the beat and walk it with clarity
I wanna make sure alls hearin me
Ducks whos bummin, I found your hide away
Im livin large yall so by the way
Who rocked the crowd and rocks it loud
On the strengths, yall, Im takin bows now
Kickin up lyrics that others wanna rock to
Rock like me, yall this you cant do
The v, the a, the n, the i, the lla yall
Its vanilla
Go ill, go ill, get on up, go ill, go ill, get on up,
Go ill, go ill, get on up, go ill, go ill, get on up,
Hold on girl, let your feet move free
cause you move to the groove of vanilla i-c-e
You come here to rock and let the white boy rap
If you a ho, get off my lap
cause ice stands for bein so cold
Thats a nickname I got for bein so bold
Jerome stands for m.p.a.
My personal assistant, every day
Im not an mc who come here to play
Yo, boy, Im serious, Im goin all the way
Rhymes are clean, theres no need to be ill
And when Im on the mic, I let em all spill
(repeat chorus)
I rock the mic like Im a fanatic
When I see one, I got to have it
Ill whip up a sound thatll burst your eardrum
What you gonna do? dont you play dumb
Busy like kizzy, groovin like rubin
Dont care what you do, just keep movin
Shakin your limbs until they wear thin
I make your butt shake just watch the boy grin
Simple like simon, with ice rhymin
Some mcs fakin it, but Im the diamond
Im the rhyme doctor, always on call
You watch your fries, boy, or Im gonna take yours
(repeat chorus)
Start skeezin and move that hip girl
Get in the mood and dont you quit
Smooth as slime, king rhyme
Rock it boy, cause its a craime
Ill make you scream like youre in between
When Im on the mic, yes Im the king
cause Im hungry as a dog, Ill eat up
My rhymes are runnin, dont interrupt
cause Im a throne overtaker, not and mc faker
I like my coffee, but I cant stand sanka
(repeat chorus)
Produced by david deberry, kim sharp
Published by too sharp music/ice baby music/qpm music (bmi)
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Struttin Like A G. O. D.
[chorus: repeat 2x]
Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea
I am the land, I am the tree
Im everything you want to be
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
[verse 1: busta rhymes]
Roll out the red carpet baby the God has come
No matter who you are or where you from
Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum
And while you co-starrin this movie I star is the one, listen
You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible
Until when ever Im done
Notice the God like meet you from when I was young
Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue
How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung
With the biggest followin the nigga slackin a nun
Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung
Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ass though
Like how the coke be havin them numb
Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin the gun
Now Im lose for yall Im bringin the proof to yall
Ballin and speckin the truth to yall
[chorus]
[verse 2: busta rhymes]
The chorus is singin the words that I fill in my gut
Thats why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut
And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks
And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut
Vallet block two parkin spots all for the turck
Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month
And its all for the slut flowin like a force of the water
Keepin it runin so were the niggaz be at
Well they seein me commin
Summers people keep it clapin women just give me they lovin
They way the streets be fillin the kid they really be buggin
Like Im there dearly beloved my soldiers really be thuggin
Or how I really be slugging the ball out the ball park
Keep them whilin then ten minutes later then its sawed off
Create a small spark then down to the levels to make the walls stark
Testin the God I think he be needin them all off
[chorus]
[bridge: busta rhymes]
Listen
I keeps the hustle up in my vain
Cause its all in my blood
Fell my pain
Fell my love
Fellin niggaz struggle till the other one
[chorus - repeat 3x]
Getin to struttin like the g.o.d.
Listen
[verse 3: busta rhymes]
Im sayin we comin through when Im blockin the light
Niggas think they rockin the crowd but aint rockin it right
Make the people shout to the sound and rock for the night
Cause I stay in the struggle ready rock for the fight
I stay whipin the truck and leanin and rock what I like
And quadruple my money more than the block of the white
We sayin we bout ? ? stopin your rooms
How I be rockin the diamonds like Im dropin them jewels
[chorus]
song performed by by Busta Rhymes
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Funk Radio
[tr love]
Yeah
Smooth in the groove
Yo whassup man, what's up, what's goin on man, what's happenin?
[kool keith]
Yo whassup this is the one, rhythm x, x-calibur
One two, funk ignitor plus (yeah)
Comin at ya at thirty degrees.. farenheight (ha ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin ready to get busy on w-k-r-funk radio live!
(we'll burn ya!) with tr love (and moe love on the set)
And we talkin to y'all from los angeles
Live, on w-k-r-funk radio, our own station
See rappers don't know, i snatch a beat
I hear a beat, i catch a beat
The rhythm x roll up, my style gets critical
Brain connects, computer rhymes get phsyical
I walk low, and howl with no afro
X with a bald head, like fidel castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two girls are buggin, sayin, "keith is my boyfriend!"
But i come back though, start the attack though
Add up some points, like i'm playin nintendo
Now look at the game, i move step in first place
Leave em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see the record sizzle and turn though
Hittin the top like a hot 45
Like, "ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - stayin alive, stayin alive"
Yeah, gettin back into business
Rappers get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups
Now pick up your brain, and come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid you're dumb, standin still with dead weight
Rappers try to plex, i mark x
I stamp x, and throw em another x
X-tra rhythm flow, x-tra metaphor
X-tra hype and dope, x-tra cupid feet
X-tra body heat, x-tra brain power
X-tra cash flow, you soft cauliflower
But i do get swift, change the pitch if
You got the rhymes and hammer foots to dance with
Yo, let's get the dead party jumpin
Rappers are crazy wack, and ain't sayin nothin
While people are steady, sweaty tired and boring
Let me go on, steppin to and flow on
And so on, turn the mic in my show on
Please the crowd with some super dope hype stuff
Lyrical metaphor, and some of that right stuff
Shakin your brain up, wakin your brain up
Confusin your mind like a block or rubik's cube
Think about it, you probably don't understand
With a lower iq, a weak brain my man
So listen up, and go on back to school
Fool.. you ain't jack
Yeah that's comin live from w-k-r-funk
With dj moe love, tr love
We gon', bring it out, by special request
For tr funky love
[tr love]
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction rhythm x
I appreciate it
Yeah the phones are lightin up crazy
We want the 103rd caller to come in
And win them disco pants in the contest
Now if you ready for some more live hype stuff
So here it is..
Some rappers can flow and, rock off the slow jam
Stay hype, continously, cause i know i can
Rock off tempo, fast or even hyper
Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper
Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stanyin steady
In the lane, rock'n'roll ready
On, any, mc type wannabe like
Had to sound like, gots to be like
Wants to look like, has to act like
Now you feel like.. hmm
You know you're perpetrating? yeah right
C'mon face it, and then chase it
You can taste it, cause i placed it
Smack in your face, with five million lbs of bass
Boomin systems ads can't replace
In fact all, the rhythm is packed on tightly
+days of thunder+? not likely
Fact or fiction, while i got you scheamin
You ain't ready boy, i caught you sleepin
And searchin for a dope style, combine to watch our
Freestyle, straight from the penile
Buckwild, runnin wild with the golden mic
I'm like a flash, first you see, then you lose sight
Of the master tr, plan in hand
Destroyin a foe, who's not in demand
So act now, and for the fact now
There's no doubt in my mind, i'll be rap now
C'mon on man, c'mon!
Yo, mc's, you say you're comin back?
Huh, yo, you ain't jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[kool keith]
Jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[tr love]
Yeah, ha hah, ha hah, ha hah..
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Word II
BM = Brother Marquis
FKI = Fresh Kid Ice
TO = Both of them together
Verse 1
[BM] The party people love it when we take the stand
With possessions of the mics in our hands
'Cause when we rock a party we'll rock it forever
We'll give you our best to make you dance better
The freshest rhymes you know we'll say
We'll have you all stunned and in a daze
We're qualified and certified
To rock this party
song performed by by 2 Live Crew
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Smokin, Dopin
[ll cool j]
Yeah..
Smokin, dopin, keep your ears open
Put me on the flier and Im guaranteed to rope in
Twenty-thousand people to the place that I play at
And have em even sayin how could someone say that
Theyre as good as the man who just saw
{*scratched cool j*} please give me some more
Of those hoopin, scoopin, rhymes you be troopin
If you dont know the new dance, patti duken
Clap your hands, stomp your feet, snap your fingers
Im snatchin airplay, from all you aids catchin singers
Its a, special delivery on your front step
My pictures on the cover and the rhymes are in effect
Cause, I love to lay down, joints for the playground
And have you odn sayin, yknow, j sound
Righteous, the brother did what he had to
I didnt talk about this, so I had you
Sleepin, breathin sayin yo he aint keepin
His promise to astonish, from weekend to weekend
But here it is, the jam of all jams
And from this day forth, mcs are gettin slammed
With the
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah!
Im the wise wizard of the microphone swingin it
Heres a mean joint, all the hip-hoppers are singin it
Doin a dance in tight bike pants
So get up on it (hoe!) youll only get one chance
To work out, the soreness in your muscles
Do your own thing, even the hustle
Mcs ima torture, thats already known
But while Im torturin them, ima leave you alone
So you can bump, grind, and rub up against your partner
And look wild like youre tryin to get a part in a
Dirty movie on the hip-hop tip
Now tell me (tell you what? ) that brother l aint tryin to flip
With the
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah!
Movin, groovin, admit that youve been
Shocked and rocked and Im on top and its been proven
Im self-reliant, on stage Im defiant
All those rumors are small things to a giant
Im not a cool calm, collected type of brother
Im kind of hype thats why Im a good lover
In bed Im energetic, kind of like a freight train
Goin so crazy I have the girlies sayin, wait james!
I do damage - use the beef to build a sandwich
And when Im done, shell be sayin, how did you manage
To make me feel pleasure from my toes to my head?
On top of that, you ran laps around the bed
So bust out the pumped up funk that Im revealin
And listen to it, while youre in your car wheelin
On on your walkman as youre starin at the ceiling
Or when you and your love is sex-appealin
To the
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Knowhatimsayin?
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Its like a smooth joint, youknowhatimean?
Uhh, aww yeah!
Real mellow, on the love tip, check it out
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah, uhh - ahh
Uhh, aww yeah!
Marvelous!
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Unite
Goin off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well
We be kickin bass all up in your face
And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace
Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye
I got to do my thing and that's no lie
Well ice is cold and fire is hot
When it comes to competition we've got them locked
U.N.I.T.E.
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe
One can wonder why but can't deny
If we could work it out it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign
Breakdancers of the world unite
BBoys of the world unite
I went inside the deli and my man's like what
I write the songs that make the whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set"
Automation circulation
This is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks and it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane
Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath then maybe try scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
People of the world you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu
Ravers of the world unite
We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down
I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak
Technique 1200's I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Make It Clap (remix)
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!)
Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!)
One more time (Ha!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!)
Remix time (remix!) a Dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!)
Flipmode Squad (Ha!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah
[Busta Rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on
[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh
[Busta Rhymes]
Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner
Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is
[Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap
[Spliff Star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen
(We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving
(Lookin to chose) How it's different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now
[Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap
[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap
[Busta Rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand head cracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is
[Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Straight From Queens
Uncle
Rippin the microphone
And blowin the stage apart.
These mcs aint got no heart
They need to quit before they start.
Shakin and breakin em down
Best at least
F***in em up up at least
Smackin em in a pilek
Now have a stomp and a smile g.
Raisin
Replacin
Like jason
When I be chasin
These rappers
Machetti style
Choppin down
Their petty styles bassin
All in my face
You got the mic
But I gotta getcha off it
You got my rhyme
Now cough it
Brother sweat the tip and forfeit.
Youre nada
Know nota
Im hotter
Youre a slow trotter.
Karate
Switch the e into an a
And its karata.
When I come on
Im rippin it up
Just like a madman.
I fly your head
Chop off your legs
And make your head stand.
Tax and wreckin these chumps
All of them I rub out.
You know the time
Whats on your mind
You know I never go out.
I be breakin bouts
Ya boys
Your block is full of bums see.
You never was too clever
Stick the fork in you
Youre done g.
The instrumentll rip
With the ultimate
Of all the rappers.
Toe to toe
Whenever I go
I guarantee
The flow will smack ya.
Pumpin ya full a lead
Just like a 9
Kickin it off in half the time
Takin a break
And makin mine
Youre way behind.
Ya needed a title
And all the uncle
Made your title for ya
Hopin
And prayin
And wishin
That I cant rap
But I rip all a yall
In half
Look at me laugh
Ya hee-haw style
Ya kick it
Mmmmm I see goodies
Gimme the mic and hoodie
Now Ill dick it.
Any
The every
The his
The hers
Of those
Of theirs
Of them.
I see your title
Around your neck
Just swingin loose
I take your gem.
Im takin it off you neck
With every line that I select
And rappin it up and cuttin
While Im starin
With disrespect.
Bustin off
Yeah
Squeezin like a vice grip
Blowin ya off the stage
Into the crowd
So have a nice trip.
Im takin control
I hold
The microphone is good as gold
Fly so many heads
I built my twenty-fifth
Totem pole.
Turnin it out
And gettin wrecked
Is just a understatement.
How special to rap a flat
Puttin his head
Inside the pavement.
Burnin em up
Just like a flame thrower
Rippin em
With the cool flower.
Takin em out in pairs
Like the man, noah
Holdin em up
Just like a trophy
For the world to see.
You really aint superb
You see
Youre goin out
Like a girl to me.
Takin your little
Boo-hoo baby
Tear drop
Cryin style
Breakin it down
Until theres dust
And ima vacuum up the pile.
Showin
And provin
And groovin
And makin a movie
On the mic.
Slappin a marlboro
In his mouth
Just like
A dirty little tyke.
Master of the murderous
Maniac
Mad style
Amazin man
Mackin the mic
Since I was just
A mere child.
Props and props
More props than terminator 2
With pen and pad
I play to you
And on the cross-fader too.
Endlessly with energy
Undefeatable lyrically
Expandin my empire
You dont wanna test me.
Wizard of funkadelic
Every albums like a relic
Bite the line
Chewin on mine
But ya never live to tell it.
Bustin it off quick
Flippin the script
Thats in the bushes
Then walkin around the jam
Im handin out pounds
And mushes.
Youre makin a face
You wanna test my slick manuever?
Your best to rock a break beat
Or somethin you can groove to.
Even if every rapper
In the world was makin jams
As soon as I set this off
Their mics are slidin
Out their hands.
Rockin the junkys world
With the release
Of every single
Back in the days
I told ya
I need a beat
To make ya jingle.
Overlord
Droppin the sword
And choppin off the mic cord.
Rappers are dead
All over the street
In every state I toured.
Im dealin the truth
With living god
Thats right before ya eyes.
And Ill be rollin
In hoods and sneakers
You can keep the suit and ties.
No sell out
Bet ya uncle never dies.
Gimme that microphone
Ill rip it up
Until sunrise
song performed by by LL Cool J
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In The Oaktown
(verse 1):
You hear me talking you know Im from the o-a-k
I tell it like it is and thats the only way
Im the m the a the c the k I write my rhymes everyday
Now all you one-rap rappers what are you doin
I got so many raps so just go right thru em
My name is short but I rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic I do it all the time
Now could you be like me I hate to say it
Its like comparin mickey ds and quick ways
You only got 3 stores I got the whole wide world
I get beeps everyday from your favorite girl
But Im such a dog I never call tha freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house I keep finer things
The candy paints, got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was miss too $hort
Have 2 babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nathin from me
I aint fakin it, freak, Im just makin the beat
So dont dance, ride the strip
All day long playin too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin
Silly young freak who started sidin
In the oaktown
(chorus):
Oaktown , oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
In the oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
(verse 2):
See Im a true mc, Im not a mc fool
Im just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and I do mean gz
You dont like my raps dont buy em please
I give you no refund cause my bass is phat
Make it hit so hard just like a punch in the back
Its that dopefiend beat got my rap on your plate
Tryin to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now could you be like me or someone else
Bass hittin hard like the freaky tales
Oaktown style it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap dont trip
Cause I hit the scene with my homie too clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say they dont like cali raps
People like that must be smokin that crack
I rhyme good its been 10 long years
Gettin sick of all that stuff I always hear
Too $hort cant rap, hes from the westcoast
Between me and you patna I sell the most
So lets take it to the stage and dont get scared
Cause me and too clean, we come well prepared
They call me playboy short, and the girls I play
Every single day
In the oaktown
(chorus): till the end
song performed by by Too Short
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Brand New Funk
Artist: dj jazzy jeff and the fresh prince
[fresh prince]
Its new, its out of the ordinary
Its rather extrordinary, so yo bust this commentary
A literary, genius, and a superior beat creator
Have come together, and we made a
Musical composition which we think is a remedy
To cure all the dance floors thats empty
You wanna dance? we got what you want
Jazzy jeff and fresh prince bustin out with the brand new funk
It was kind of an accident, the way that it happened
One day I was rappin, and on the beat, jeff was backin me up
And all of a sudden, he brought in a cut
And I dropped my microphone and said, what the...?
Hold up, jeff, wait a minute, play it
He just smiled and said, yeah def aint it?
It was {funky} it made wanna {get, get down!}
And we knew almost at once it was the {brand new funk}
So we continued to listen to it
And we knew it was def when I started rappin to it
So I gave a hi-five to jeff
And without hesitation popped in my cassette
I took it home that night, and analyzed it
Rewound the tape over and over, and memorized it
That friday, we went to the club
And out and out cold tore it up!
You shoulda seen the people dancin and shakin and movin and jumpin
And spinnin and clappin, while the beatboxin was groovin
And screamin and yellin while on the microphone I was flowin
Fresh rhymes I was showin, the people say, yo keep goin
So I continued to rock, while jeff was on the beatbox
Special assistance from my homeboy ready rock
People barged just to get up front
To get a birds eye view of what we call the brand new funk
Yo jeff! {rock the beat}
Yo jeff! {rock the beat}
Yo jeff! {rock the beat}
* jazzy jeff cuts and scratches *
Yo jeff! {rock the beat}
Yo jeff! {rock the beat}
Yo jeff! {rock the beat with your hands..}
* jazzy jeff cuts and scratches *
Now get funky with the beat!
* jeff starts spinning backwards *
Now turn it all around!
The most original, amazing, astounding, miraculous
Remarkable, startling, sensational, stupendous
Music, that has ever been created
Is ours - but believe me it was complicated
But we have done it, so now we can breathe
A long awaited sigh of relief
This isnt a publicity stunt
Its the raw untouched, pure, hard brand new funk!
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
* jazzy jeff cuts and scratches *
{rock the beat with your hands..}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
{rock the beat}
* jazzy jeff cuts and scratches *
{rock the beat with your hands..}
song performed by by Will Smith
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Body Movin
Ready, one.
You will do this four times with the left
Four with the right
Then eight times with both
Then repeat.
Body movin, body movin
A-1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know were crush groovin.
Now let me get some action from the back section
We need body rocking not perfection
Let your back bone flip but dont slip a disc
Let your spine unwind just take a risk
I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn
Now, tell me party people is that so wrong
The ship is docking, inter-lockin
And up-rockin electro-shocking
Were getting down computer action
Do the robotic satisfaction
All of yall get off the wall
Have a ball and get involved with
Body movin, body movin
With the a-1 sound sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know were crush groovin.
Stand erect, arms down,
Swing left arm big same with the right
Flame on, Im gone
Im so sweet like a nice bon bon
Came out rapping when I was born
Mom said rock it til the break of dawn
Puttin bodies in motion cause I got the notion
Like roy cormier with the coconut lotion
The sound of music makin you insane
You cant explain to people this type of mind frame
Like a bottle of chateau neuf du pap
Im fine like wine when I start to rap
We need body rockin not perfection
Let me get some action from the back section
Body movin, body movin
A-1 sound, sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know were crush groovin
Left arm ready and one,
And again, stand erect
Mike d with the master plan
I said ooh my my and thank you maam
And when I grab the mic you scream ooh God damn
The creme de la creme is who I am
Mca where have you been
Packed like sardines in the tin
So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins
Cause when it comes to quarries Im known to swim
And adrock light up the place
And if you pull my card you pull the ace
And if you ask me to turn up the bass
And if you play defender I could be your hyper space
Body movin, body movin
With the a-1 sound sound so soothing
Body movin, body movin
We be getting down and you know were crush groovin.
You will do eight hops on the left, eight on the right
Four left four right, two left, two right
Then one each: left, right, left, right
Start and land on the balls of the feet
Left foot, ready, its one, two, three, four, five.
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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New Kids On The Block
We know youve heard this beat many, many times
But we bet youve never heard it with such a vicious rhyme
A rhyme with class and plenty of clout
To show you sucher m.c.s what its about
We hear the same stories everywhere we go
Hey, its nynuk who stole the show
So for all you party people who are in a state of shock
Were the new kids on the block!
Chillin on the corner, the first day we arrived
]from the looks of the hoods, we didnt think wed survive
Second day we were there, we were walking down the street
With a rhyme in mind and a funky beat
But when we turned into the alley, to our surprise
We saw a bunch of hoods right before our eyes
They looked us up and down once, twice and again
There must have been a hundred to a hundred and ten
So, I looked over my shoulder right at my friend
He said nice knowing you but this is the end
So we battened down the hatches and prepared to fight
Then all of a sudden I seen the light
The time was right, the time to rock
cause everybody knows, were the new kids on the block.
Were also devistating when were on stage
The fans start screaming and yelling with rage
With mics in hand and rhymes with clout
So watch it sucker mcs or were gonna turn you out
We never talk trash, our rhymes are clean
Our rhymes are never vague and we say nothing obscene
So any sucker mcs who wanna battle us
Can you go at least 20 lines without a cuss?
Cause once we start to jam, youll be in a state of shock
Clear the way party people, were the new kids on the block
Move it sucker mcs or youre gonna feel the wrath
So dont get caught up in the aftermath
Cause were the funky mcs of the hip hop craze
Our rhymes are done by law and are sure to amaze
With a dj cutting records, steady cross bass
Well leave all you party people stuck in a daze
I say were fresh, new and you know its true
Now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew
J, hes fresh. hes the master of mix
There aint no rhyme that he cant fix
Spinsters next, hes the king of the spin
And if you wanna battle, you aint gonna win
Then theres popeye, but we call him joey
The kids so fresh, youll never be bored
Next is jon, whose word is true
But the party people know him as the runner gq
Im dexter p. the wizard of word
Im the greatest mc that youve ever heard
Now that you know were a gang and you know we dont play
Were the new kids on the block and were here to stay
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhrock!!!
song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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