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The Case Of The Misplaced Mic II

Verse 1 - 2pac (DJ Bizzy)
They finally did it (whats that?)
They stole the mic i grip
Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)
I'm feelin' tired and sick
(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long
When i woke up (what happened brotha?)
My Microphone was gone
First I paniced (how?)
I put the cops on the case
But they was stumped (damn)
Without a clue or a trace
So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health
If i want my microphone back i'll do it my self
So I picked up the phone (For what?)
I called Dizzy (Whats up?)
My Mics gone (Wurd?)
Lets get Busy
Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street
Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat)
And then it hit me (DAMNNN)
I got a battle at 6
With out my microphone
I'm guaranteed to get whipped
Ya might think its unbelievable
But word to the strength
When it comes to rockin rhymes
Im a musical nimth
They Gave me other mics
But yo it wasn't no use
I tried to rock it (one-two one-two)
But I couldn't get loose
I said forget it
Ya microphone or not
And I got to do this
Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)
It'd be the first time I lost
But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket
Walked through the streets
Was hopin and payin
Strictly dope won't get beat
I begin to get hyped
I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I win
To hell with the mic!
I hop on to the stage
Dizzy started the beat
The sucka shivered
Because he tasted defeat
Then I signaled to Dizzy
Bust a rhyme wit my head
Perpetrator fell back (HA!)
And then he was dead
I was happy as hell
'Cause I was lucky that night
Put my hand in my pocket
And there was my mic
haha
(now why you tell em that?)
The case of the misplaced mic
Verse 2 2pac (Rock T)
I'm down with Strictly Dope
(so?) That means I'm more than you can handle
(hot?) I'm hotter than the wax from a candle
(me?) That's Rock T he's my microphone companion
(Lyrics?) Full of knowledge truth and understandin'
(hobbies?) Rappin' is my only recreation
(retire?) Ya must be on some kind of medication
(why!?) Cuz I'll never loosin up my mic grip
(drugs?) Never cuz i'm livin on the right tip
(Sex?) Only with my girl becasue I love her
(Babies?) Impossible I always use a rubber
(board?) Rarely 'cause I'm keepin' myself busy
(scratch?) Nah, I leave the cuttin' up to Dizzy

song performed by by 2 Pac
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The Case Of The Misplaced Mic

2pac (DJ Bizzy)
They finally did it (whats that?)
They stole the mic i grip
Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)
I'm feelin' tired and sick
(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long
When i woke up (what happened brotha?)
My Microphone was gone
First I paniced (how?)
I put the cops on the case
But they was stumped (damn)
Without a clue or a trace
So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health
If i want my microphone back I'll find it myself
So I picked up the phone (For what?)
I called Dizzy (Whats up?)
My Mics gone (Wurd?)
Lets get Busy
Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street
Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat)
And then it hit me (DAMNNN)
I got a battle at 6
With out my microphone
I'm guaranteed to get whipped
Ya might think its unbelievable
But word to the strength
When it comes to rockin rhymes
Im a musical nimth
They Gave me other mics
But yo it wasn't no use
I tried to rock it (one-two one-two)
But I couldn't get loose
I said forget it
Ya microphone or not
And I got to do this
Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)
It'd be the first time I lost
But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket
Walked through the streets
Was hopin and payin
Strictly dope won't get beat
I begin to get hyped
I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I win
To hell with the mic!
I hop on to the stage
Dizzy started the beat
The sucka shivered
Because he tasted defeat
Then I signaled to Dizzy
Bust a rhyme wit my head
Perpetrator fell back (HA!)
And then he was dead
I was happy as hell
'Cause I was lucky that night
Put my hand in my pocket
And there was my mic
haha

song performed by by 2 Pac
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Case Of The Misplaced Mic

They finally did it (whats that? ) they stole the mic I grip
Now that its gone (whats wrong? ) Im feelin tired and sick
(how did they do it? ) I dont know I wasnt sleepin that long
When I woke up (what happened brother? )
My microphone was gone
At first I panicked (how? ) I put the cops on the case
But they were stuck (damm? ) without a clue or a trace
So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health
If I want my microphone back Ill find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what? )
I called dizzy
Dizzy: whats up?
My mic is gone
Dizzy: word?
Lets get busy
Before I could tell dizzy what I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the tms crew
He said
Dizzy: word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
Its not long yill your beatand then it hit me (damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone Im guaranteed to get whipped
U might think its unbelivable but word to the strenght
When it comes to rockin rhymes Im a musical nymph
They gave me other mics but yo it wasnt no use
I tried to rock one two one two
But I couldnt get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (what if u loose? ) it be the first time I lost
But if I beat em Ill finally prove Im the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin and preyin strictly dope would get beat
I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that Id win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage dizzy started the beat
Suckers shivered cause he tasted defeat
Then I signaled to dizzy bust a rhyme off my head
Perpetrator fell back (huh? ) and then he was dead
I was happy as hell cause I was lucky that nite
Put my hand in my pocket and there was my mic
The case of the misplaced mic
Strictly dope in the house

song performed by by 2 Pac
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Where Do We Go From Here (interlude)

They finally did it (what's that?)
They stole the mic I grip
Now that it's gone (what's wrong?)
I'm feelin tired and sick (How did they do it?)
I don't know I wasn't sleepin that long
When I woke up (what happened brother?)
My microphone was gone
At first i panicked (how?) I put the cops on the case
But they were stuck (damm?) Without a clue or a trace
So sure as smokin cigarettes is bad for your health
If I want my microphone back I'll find it myself
So I picked up the phone (for what?)
I called Dizzy
Dizzy: what's up?
My mic is gone
Dizzy: Word?
Let's get busy
Before I could tell Dizzy What I wanted to do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said
Dizzy: Word is out in every mouth
In the street now that your mic is gone
It's not long until your beat
And then it hit me (Damm)
I got a battle at six
Without my microphone I'm guaranteed to get whipped
You might think it's unbelivable but word to the strength
when it comes to rockin rhymes I'm a musical nymph
They gave me other mics but yo it wasn't no use
I tried to rock One two one two
But I couldn't get loose I said forget it
My microphone or not I gotta do it
Give it all that I go (What if u loose?) It be the first time I lost
But if I beat em I'll finally prove I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket Walked through the streets
Suckers was hopin and preyin Strictly Dope would get beat
I begin to get hyped I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I'd win
To hell with the mic
I hopped up to the stage Dizzy started the beat
suckers shivered cause he Tasted defeat
Then I signaled to Dizzy Bust a rhyme of

song performed by by 2 Pac
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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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Let Knowledge Drop

[2pac]
Let knowledge drop
Why should I be forced to play dumb?
I know where I came from so I'm going to claim some
But rocking to the top where the cream of the crop
Suckers calling the cops but they can come and get dropped
Stop think of the past the brothers that die for
Sucker to try for never to cry more
Tricks to hold his back but we'll see at the end
He's a fake not a friend
So he's thinking of when he can backstab grab or go your hole
Now I know the reason we must excel
Cause if we don't we'll end up in the cell
Move on be strong with unity
Cause that's the only way to build communities
Lies are told but yo lives must move on
And never stop open your mind to this rhyme and let it drop
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
[Rock]
Yo I'm running so I refuse to stop
Get sweated by them sell out cops
And I wink cause I pin the opposition
I'm on a mission to preach and teach to reach
So listen up to the flavor I gave you now dropping it
We folks know ballers know no stopping it
Dropping knowledge like the ay bomb dilly as napalm
I got you scared all you got to do is stay calm
For the simple fact that I'm black and educated
Proud of who am I and you hated
So all I have tried for this many have die for this
You see it and you hear it and you loving it
Now you buying this always keep your head look to the mountain top
Aiyyo rock and let knowledge drop
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
[2pac]
People rush when I hype this because you can write this
You constantly bite this
Thought that you could get me but you sweating me too close
Caught with the dope dose
Now suckers get toast wondering who you tossed
Cause you feeling the full force
Like what you hearing so your checking with the source
Tupac brother with the rhymes to rock on
Dizzy gets busy by putting beats to drop on
Amateurs get damaged if you try to attack me
Suckers get jealous cause the girls get at me
I'm not conceited but defeated I won't be
As long as there's dope beats I'll never be lonely stop
And let me breathe a minute
Aiyyo Dizzy what's up put the base back in it
[Chorus]
Let knowledge drop [3x]
[Rock]
By any means neccessary it's kind of scary
Knowledge of the hands of adversaries
Makes them the larger leader kind of guerilla control
I was waiting for a prayer GOD gave me a goal
I refuse to be busting like a sucker for I'm fighting like a titan
And run you down like a truck
I'll take a chance I go as far as rock can see
Not mediocrity thinking security you got deal with me
Knowledge appealed to me
Pay back's a mutha if you steal from me
The bass pumps as the speakers pop the house jump
And knowledge drops
[Chorus]
Drop that [3x]
Let knowledge drop
Strictly strictly yeah dope [till end]

song performed by by 2 Pac
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A Day In The Life

(Ray Tyson)
Postal border was makin' me mad
So I get up in my cruiser, broke out of the pad
Rolled to the West Side to check out my boys
Twenty brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise
Stepped out the car, Levi's saggin'
Gold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin'
Walked up on my boys with the old E chillin'
The box with the big beats and my boys started illin'
A hoop game started so I jump in
Had the hoods' toughest team so I just had to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see my posse and the suckers started backin'
Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat
Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat
People wonder why I choose to live the hype
It's not to understand, it's just a day in the life
Kick it - it's just a day in the life
(2Pac)
Finally I'm on vacation and school is through
So here I am, on Monday mornin' with nothin' to do
Tried to get outta my bed, but I can't move
Ya see I'm stuck to my matress like crazy glue
So there I lay, for half the day just thinkin'
Got up to brush my teeth cause my breath started stinkin'
But I was all alone so it wasn't no thing
Got up to take a shower and heard the phone ring
Picked it up, the salutations, little bit frustrations
Who could be disturbin' me on my vacation?
Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
So I'm askin' who is it? and the answer shocks me
It was the voice of my homeboy Roc-T
Him and Dizzy had been waitin' for me
Had a show at three and now I'm late as can be
Said I have to take a shower, I'll go ahead and take it
If I leave within the hour, I still might make it
I'm rollin' in a sweatsuit, wasn't tryin' to get cute
Hopped on to the stage and said: "Sorry that I kept you"
I started rappin', girls started clappin'
Couldn't wait to finish so I could start mackin'
Jumped off stage, picked up the girl for the night
Huh, that's how I'm livin', a day in the life, come on
A day in the life
(Ray Tyson)
Stretch white limo hits the colessium
A crowd full of people sayin: "I can't wait to see him"
Who is in the limo, who are they talkin' about?
Strictly Dope in the house, hear to turn the party out
We get out the car and can barely stand
Cause everywhere I look are screamin' fans
Girls on my tip but I really don't sweat 'em
They'll tear my new clothes if your bodygurad'll let 'em
Hit backstage with two minutes to spare
Just enough time to grip a breath of fresh air
We hear the introduction, the audience is loud
I stepped out on the stage and then I moved the crowd
Winners all over, we tried to leave the scene
but there's a whole crowd of people at the limousine
Pen and paper in my face, I couldn't be mean
So I was signin' autographs at the age of seventeen
People wonder why I choose to live the hype
It's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life
Kick it - it's a day in the life
Kick it, kick it, kick it
(2Pac)
Coolin' with my posse at the neighborhood disco
Talkin' to a cutie as I'm sippin' on my cisco
Askin' me to dance but I keep on sayin' "No"
Hate to dance fast, I only like to do it slow
Dizzy's on the dance floor, funky, funky motion
Girl keeps on sweatin' me with sexual kind of totions
Roc is signin' autographs makin' girlies dizzy
Crowd sweatin' Strictly Dope cause we're gettin' busy
Suckers wanna battle us, we move in silence
Strictly Dope is positive, we're tryin' to stop the violence
Started feel tipsy, I'm lookin' for the door
The Cisco had me dizzy, I stumbled to the floor
And more I try to sit up, the less I seem to get up
My stomach starts to turn and my head feels wit' up
The room begins to spin, I pass out for the night
Just another way of livin' a day in the life, kick it
(Ray Tyson & 2Pac)
Knew I was a genius, soon as you seen this
Avoid hoe's value, don't have to redeem this
Teenage terror, no room for error
A girl start dissin', and I SCARE HER!!
Risin' like inflation on your favorite station
Rap is my forte and my recreation
Girls wanna kiss me, suckers wanna diss me
My mother didn't want me to be, but I'ma emcee
The ladies desire, emcees admire
That's why many hate me and call me liar
Hoods of the hype-tip, girls on the ill-trip
I'm through rockin' this whack, so that's it
I am the high type, my style is so right
It's not hard to understand, it's just a day in the life

song performed by by 2 Pac
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Dizzy

D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Im so dizzy
My head is spinning
Like a whirlpool
It never ends
And its you girl
Making it spin
Youre making me dizzy
First time that I saw you girl
I knew that I just had to make you mine
But its so hard to talk to you
cause boys are hangin round you
All the time
I want you so much behind
But you keep playing hard to get
Im going round in circles all the time
Dizzy, Im so dizzy
My head is spinning
Like a whirlpool
It never ends
And its you girl
Making it spin
Youre making me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
I finally got to talk to you
And told you just exactly how I felt
And I held you so close to me
And kissed you when my heart began to melt
How you took coltrol of me
cause Im so dizzy I cant see
I need to call a doctor for some help
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
D - I - z - z - y
You make me dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y
Dizzy
D - I - z - z - y

song performed by by Boney M.
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Where It's At

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Take me home in my elevator bones

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only
Hypnotizers move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shining shoes with your microphone blues
Here-suits with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get loose while I rock the most

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

What about those who swing both ways

song performed by by Beck from Odelay
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Why Do You Think They Call It Dope?

Warning, MC's stand back
You better take a chill and observe the skill
of the man who can, so understand god damn
I got a masterpiece a master plan and a brand new
way to attack the wack cut 'em down to size
to realize LL's back
Don't sleep I'm too sweet to repeat a beat
a lyric or rhyme I wouldn't waste your time
with weak words, that's for nerds, you never heard a rhyme
So you deserve a line rougher than rough enough is enough
I'm, gonna slaughter choke ya smoke ya like a sauna
You don't really wanna
But if you wanna battle on here's a lesson: stop 'fessin
I'm a lethal weapon, you better get to steppin
off the stage, and outta my face
You're too light ?? save the bass
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
It seems like people-'ll never understand
On the microphone I'm not your average man
I cool out sometimes, I save my best rhymes
and then the toy boy thinks that he can come and get mine
Let your friends gas him up, talk trash and make bets
then gets played like those kids who tried to rob Goetz
You don't know what I'm sayin? Yo check it
Give me any microphone and god damnit I'll wreck it!
I'm coldblooded I'm about to mutilate
Last year before I left I told you to wait
But you couldn't stay loyal started goin astray
Thinkin Tom, Dick, and Harry can mess with Cool J
Is you crazy? I'm boomin, got the talent of two men
The stamina and skill in battle to kill a few men
The heart of a lion, the loyalty of a soldier
I wreck your whole mob then tell ya I told ya!
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Cause I don't jab around you, I come inside
Bob and weave, deceive until you get tongue tied
Brawl for all give a lyrical display
and next time you know better than to get in my way
"Yo whassup wit LL?
Will he ever make another 'Rock the Bells'?"
Yo brothers is comin up, "I think he's fallin off
I don't think he's still 'hard as hell'"
See, this is the attitude, of ignorant ones
cause they don't know, all them MC'sll get done
One or two might say, "Yo L'll be back"
but the rest they be suckin on SUGAR SMACKS
Talkin that crap about who's better than me
You think so? Just let a MC
make me mad enough, to really wanna battle
I put a L on his ass like he was cattle!
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Just cause I make a love song, or say a simple rhyme
"Boom, move over L, it's Miller Time"
I don't know whether to laugh, get ill or get wild
Cause brothers don't realize, I got so many styles
like triplin up the words, confusin all the nerds
Heard put my sights on mics and ?? flippin above the word
to the mother, no other
MC brother, can mess with Ladies Lover
I'm original, I'm bright under color
And when I get on the mic, yo I burn rubber
Can't stand criticism, give 'em an exorcism
Been rockin for years, now I have wisdom
The way I'm kickin the lines you can hear my tongue twist
and it'll have your neck spinnin like you're spineless
I'm pickin 'em up, throwin 'em down
Hypin 'em up and slowin 'em down
All of these words with only one tongue
Shakin 'em up and then bakin 'em up
Smash boom bash scrapin 'em up
Now you thought that was hard, I just begun
Cause I'm a roll on the microphone
And take control just like Al Capone
I'm notorious, you're foolish if you sleep on me
Cause I'm too slick to let a rapper get sweet on me
Try to make a move for my heavyweight belt
You get played like the Wizard of Oz witch, you melt
Yo I'm crazy dope, with super hype lines
and a lot of hype lines make one dope rhyme
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Cause that's what it is
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
[cutting and scratching "Straight from Queens" to the end]

song performed by by LL Cool J
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Make It Funky

(make it funky)
So the people can get down to the funky sound
Cause my crew dont mess around
(make it funky)
So the girls can get busy,dog the dance floor
Make the guys get dizzy
(make it funky)
Totally def as evil e guts the records and the beat is kept
(make it funky)
Stupid fly,its got to the f-u-n-k why?
So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce
Manipulate the bass gain give the levels a boost
The lyric layer rhyme sayer,born to be player
If politics were my kick then Id be your mayor
Governator,senator,Im your mentor
Rap rhythm is erratic,time is four, four
Im the microphone scholar,clockin long dollars
Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler
Genius vocalist,rhyme style priceless
Pound of gold around my neck,mic in my first
The microphone virtuoso crazy insane Im loco
With the speed to exceed,make other mcs look slow mo
Un-lease release words mean as a beast
I eat mcs for lunch and dinner,i can serve for a feast
Their rhymes are elementary,mine deserve a ph d
This beat is f-u-n-key my name is ice t
Make it funky
Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut
Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt
Its rough the beat is gangsterous,call it tough
If youre dissn stop frontin,come on whats up?
Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face
Vegas got my highs,e.vs got control my bass
My break is comin get busy no time ta waste
Nows the time do body work heres the place
Make it funky
Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough
cause Im tossin it up and the ice dont bluff
The girl charmer toy harmer,juice strong as armor
When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama
Intense suspense my voice emcee
I wouldnt have you come and see me under false pretense
The girlies do be wildnas Im profilin
Limos lined around the block for about a milena half
Autographs the list goes on
If you forgot it make it funky is the name of this song
Stupid dope and you know it,it rates a ten
You pray my dj cuts the records so it starts again
cause I can keep the mic cookin for an entire month
My rhymes are always hard hittin I dont know how to bunt
My dj cuts like a laser e-v-i-l-e
Put your finger on the records
Make it,make it funky
Make it funky

song performed by by Ice T
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Heartbeat

Once again,my friends,its time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin with timin,while evil e lets the record spin
Kickin it,hittin,rockin,just so dope its shockin
Because I be layin rhymes super sly,cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
Ill say the ice cant take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,Im sweatin like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,its beatin like a wild man
But thats natural,cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you,boy
Im on a hype tip,this aint no ego trip
Just rollin thick as hell,champagne I sip as well
Listen and youll envision,this raps metabolism
I think the beat is dope,but its still your decision
Whether to turn it on,turn it off
Turn it up,make it loud,make it soft
Eq me with new frequencies or
Just rewind me till the tape bleeds
My heartbeats kickin like a saturday movie
Some say its def,some say its groovy
I say its fly,you know why?
Because its spoken by the brother,whose name is spent with the i
The c-e-t.,cold chillin rhyme villain on the m-i-c.
With raps roarin,Im never borin,i keep tourin
My record sales keep soarin and soarin
Ill make a million,maybe two
Buy some rides,gold blow the dough on my crew
Wake up the next morning broke as hell
But not for long cause my records sell
My heartbeats kickin like a gun shot
Why not? thats who I made it for,the hardrocks
Better watch your gold when the posse breaks
Because what they want is what they take
But Im coolin,Im never foolin,too busy rulin
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin
Leaveem dazed,dogged,served and droolin
By the playin punk slayin mac of microphone duelin
Heartbeat(scratch freestyle)
This conglomeration is just a demonstration
Of raps penetration to the core of our nation
Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds
I had my choice,i chose the underground
Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me
My beat is by islam,the cuts by the great e.
My heartbeat is kickin,its kickin louder and louder
Its gettin deffer and deffer,Im feelin prouder and prouder
Not robbin or killin,just mic illin
The phone rings,we made another million
Break out the dom and pop the corks
Catch a flight to new york
Hit the l.q. watch red spin,its closed
Brooklyn strikes again
Heartbeat(scratch)
Once again,my friends,its time to rock it till the party ends
Rhymin with timin,while evil e lets the record spin
Kickin it,hittin,rockin,just so dope its shockin
Because I be layin rhymes super sly,cause this is do or die
Make it or break it,although most emcees do fake it
Ill say the ice cant take it,time to microphone bake it
Raise the heatin level,break out your coal shovel
Pump the temp,Im sweatin like a devil
Listen to my heartbeat,its beatin like a wild man
But thats natural,cause you know that I am
No punk,no chump,no fool,no toy
Try to get ill and serve you
Boy(fade out)

song performed by by Ice T
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Burn The House

Burn the house
Theres a party in the place
Rock the beat
Move up and feel the base
Big mcs gonna rock the microphone
And our beat will show you how to move
So rock the house
And come on over
Big mcs gonna rock the microphone
And our beat will show you, show you
How to move
Burn the house!

song performed by by Scooter
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Back In The Uk

Welcome posse!!!
Were kickin up!
Once again, we have the plan,
Driving you wild, as good as we can!
Dont stop us now, were gonna make you move,
Raving outside to the passionate groove...
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The rick, the ferris, and mc h.p... scooter! back in the uk!
Yesss!!!
Come on!!!
Somewhere in england, banging the bass!
Join our trip, to this weird place!
Back to nature, where we can be...faster and harder, louder and free!
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The rick, the ferris, and mc h.p...scooter! back in the uk!
Bass!!!
We started in 1994!
In 1996, were still on the case!
Hold tight crew!!!
Together...no one can stop us now!!!
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check! I wanna check!
The birds, the trees, the clouds, the sea ...the rick, the ferris, and mc h.p!!

song performed by by Scooter
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Can U Get Away

[2Pac] Whassup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away?
Let me come swoop you up.
[girl] You know I got a man.
[2Pac] I know you got a man
but he ain't gon' if I take you out.
[girl] Of course he gon' mind.
[2Pac] Let me take you to lunch.
I'll have you back before he even get home;
before anybody see.
[girl] I can't. (Aww c'mon!) He ain't gon' let me.
[2Pac] Pleeeeeease...
[girl] Nah.
[2Pac] Oh aight. What's wrong with your eye?
Why you got on glasses?

Verse One: 2Pac

Ever since I met ya I could beat depression
It's like your man don't understand

song performed by by Tupac from Me Against the World
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Dizzy

I wanna know who you are
No more admiring you from a far
You walk by I get weak in the knees
I get next to you andi get dizzy dizzy
The way you look the way you move
Your body's telling me that I cant lose
You and me were meant to be
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy

My head is spinning round and round
You got me feeling like my feet arent on the ground
What is this power that you have over me
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
I dont know just what to do
I've been in love but this is something new
Your the one for me its plain to see
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy

With my eyes open I wanna see your face
Spend all my days in your sweet embrace
Just one night with you could set me free
I get next to you and i get dizzy dizzy
You make me think of things to come
I'm dreaming that I'm making love
I dont know what you doing to me
I get next to you and i get dizzy dizzy

My head is spinning round and round
You got me feeling like my feet arent on the ground
What is this power that you have over me
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy
I dont know just what to do
I've been in love but this is something new
Your the one for me its plain to see
I get next to you and I get dizzy dizzy

(rap)
Hey I wanna hear you scream
Girl do you wanna get with me
Actually its plain to see
The way you move is making me dizzy
Dont know just what to do
I need some love to get me through
I'm feeling you

song performed by by 98 Degrees from Revelation
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The Heat

You freak rhyming check the way Im getting on the ground.
Make you shake that front and wiggle your behind.
Like whoop, tell her where its at one, two microphone.
Secret agent the double o who?
A to the b the s, I rock a microphone in my jeans and my vest.
Puttin to the test, decimal levels I burn em down
Now how you like the way that sounds?
Chorus
Everybody say wayoo
In the club on a friday night.
All the girls on the floor give a little bit more,
On and on to the morning light.
Everybody say wayoo
When you breathe you can feel the beat.
Its another long night but your feelin all right
And you know you can take the heat.
Here I come steppin up the flow up on the beat.
Number one contender with my rhyme and ill defeat.
Anyone who wanna take a shot at what I got,
Could you not get in my way because Im getting hot.
Now tell me can you hear me comin creepin up behind you,
Id already showin up Im standin right beside like
Droppin the verbally rugged sound upon your town
Im a make you people boogie down
Chorus
Walk this way and feel the heat we be getting down
Walk this way and feel the heat, cause the time is comin round.
Everybody wayoo move your body wayoo.
Walk this way
Chorus x2

song performed by by Five
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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
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Dizzy Miss Lizzie

You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
The way you rock'n'roll.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
When we do the stroll.
Come on, miss lizzie,
Love me fore i grow too old.
Come on, give me fever,
Put your little hand in mine.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
Girl, you look so fine.
You're just a-rockin' and a-rollin',
I sure do wish you were mine.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
When you call my name.
O-o-o-o-oh baby,
Say you're driving me insane.
Come on, come on, come on, baby,
I want to be your lover man.
Run and tell your mama
I want you to be my bride.
Run and tell your brother,
Baby, don't run and hide.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
And i want to marry you.
Come on, give me fever,
Put your little hand in mine.
You make me dizzy, miss lizzie,
Girl, you look so fine.
You're just a-rockin' and.a-rollin',
I sure do wish you were mine.

song performed by by Beatles
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Back In Ireland (Long Version)

This is a journey into the past, the present, and the future
Now close your eyes and join the trip
It's 6am in the morning, and we find ourselves somewhere in Ireland
Welcome Posse!
We're kickin' up!
Once again we have the plan
Driving you wild as good as we can
Won't stop us now, we're gonna make you move
Raving outside to the passionate groove
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone
I wanna check, I wanna check
The Rick, the Ferris, and MC H.P. Scooter!
Back in Ireland
Yes!
C'mon!
Somewhere is Ireland, banging the bass
Join our trip to this weird place
Back to nature, where we can be
Faster and harder, loud and free
I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone
I wanna check, I wanna check
The Rick, the Ferris, and MC H.P. Scooter!
Back in the Ireland
Bass!
We Started in 1994! In 1996, we're still on the case
Hold tight crew! Together, no-one can stop us now!
So I wanna check the microphone, I wanna check the microphone
I wanna check, I wanna check
The bird, the tree, the cow, the seas,
The Rick, the Ferris and MC H.P. !

song performed by by Scooter
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My Buddy

Artist: dj jazzy jeff and the fresh prince
[fresh prince]
Id like to know, are you really for some super-dynamite soul?
Introducing the worlds greatest entertainer
The amazing mr. beat-beat himself
The hardest working beatbox in showbusiness
Ready rock!
[rr] ready, ready rock, ready rock c
[fp] tell em your name, tell em your name
[rr] ready rock, ready rock, ready rock, ready rock c
[fp] ooh that was nice ready
[rr] ready rock, rrrrrrrrrrrrr
Ready rock
[fp] hey man, hold up man
I think I wanna tell em a little about this man
Aight break it down ready, break it down
[fresh prince]
Please pay attention, to my rhymes
So I can tell you all about this pal of mine
Hes my buddy, my best friend
When its a beat I need its a beat hell land
I wanna take time-out, to talk about him
Cause frankly I dont know what I would do without him
We work together like a medical crew
When Im backin ready up {Im backin prince up too}
Tryin to beat us, that doesnt make any sense
Hes ready rock c, and Im the fresh prince
In the rap industry were ranked at first
Aint a better combination in the whole universe
So if you wanna battle your future looks muddy
That you just cant beat, my buddy
Word, break it down break it down ready
Weve won so many battles, people think its a trick
That when the crowd gets to judge its us that theyll pick
They see readys face and then they hear my voice
To choose us as the winners is the natural choice
Because battle after battle we remain on top
Cause its not the way we look, its the way that we rock
So if you thought you wanted to battle, bust this rhyme
Just keep it and Im sure that I can change your mind
There was ten wack dudes tryin to play high post
One crew got bold and they began to boast
But said, yall shut up and get back in line
But they refused {what happened now? } so now theres nine
Nine wack crews tryin to rock like this
They were bitin my rhymes and just couldnt resisit
I said please stop bitin, please dont imitate
But they kept on bitin, so theres now theres eight
Eight wack crews poppin big time trash
Tellin us that in a battle we cant last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven
Was no longer eight crews (how many was they? ) there was seven
Seven wack cruise in a football huddle
Tryin to figure out their next rebuttle
They came out strength, you think ? ? the ultimate
But we just dissed em and dismissed, so now theres six
Six wack groups, tryin to be tough
Who the hell told em they could rock the mic like us
We got ? down the business didnt pop no jive
We just {whoosh} blew em out, so now theres five
Five wack crews lined up in the hallway
All perpetratin like theyre read to play
My secretary walked out, she asked for one more
They got scared, and left, so now theres four
Four wack crews outside playin around
I said Ill take you wall on, now how does that sound?
Not one had heart enough to pick up that mic
I said, ok, Ill let you go, psych!
Thats the moral, of this story
Never try to take me and ready rocks glory
Cause if you do, your future looks muddy
Cause you just cant beat, me and my buddy
Hahah, word, uhh
Yeah, ay ready rock, hold up hold up hold up
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
What man what?
Cmon man, man, I wonder, can, can I just interrupt the record for a second?

song performed by by Will Smith
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