Finger Lickin' Good
It's finger licken, finger licken good y'all
Finger licken, finger licken good y'all
So mike d what's up? yo yauch what's up?
Come on mike let's tear it up
Hear no evil see no evil talking no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard money mark you know he's not having it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that vince is ripping me off
I think it's his girdle that's tipping me off
Mike d's out back and he's growing onions
I've got bigger buns than my man paul bunyon's
I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now i'm getting souped up
It's time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Setting my sights and you know what i'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with ernie ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet
Well mike d what got for me
Show these good people what it means to be d
Well they call me mike d with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and i can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked
I've got a million ideas that i ain't even rocked
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man not a yes man
With a point to make you're bound to take a stand
'cause i'm pete the puma minnie the moocher
Got every type of flavor that will suit ya
You know the bass is real fat because it's gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin and a taste of the high hat
Yo yauch what's up? mike d what's up?
Come on yauch, let's tear it up
I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
Grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
'cause i can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now i might chew but i don't bite
My ideas are mine when i begin to write
In my sleep i'll be thinking 'bout beats
And getting on the mic and busting some treats
And sporting the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What i'm lacking from the macking i can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl i hear talk fly
Down some papaya down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution
I can do the freak, the patty duke and the spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car and i'll sell all my stuff
I'm going back to new york city i do believe i've had enough
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Finger Lickin Good (Cheesey Remix)
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Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You
Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build
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Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put
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At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't
Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head
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Play That Funky Music
(vanilla ice, earthquake)
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Im back and Im ringin the bell
A rockin on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well thats my dj deshay cuttin all them zs
Hittin hard and the girlies goin crazy
Vanillas on the mike, man Im not lazy.
Im lettin my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and I begin
To just let it flow, let my concepts go
My posses to the side yellin, go vanilla go!
Smooth cause thats the way I will be
And if you dont give a damn, then
Why you starin at me
So get off cause I control the stage
Theres no dissin allowed
Im in my own phase
The girlies sa y they love me and that is ok
And I can dance better than any kid n play
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music, white boy I cant hear you, say it,
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
Now come on, come on
Stage 2 -- yea the one ya wanna listen to
Its off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo -- knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes atrocious
Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious
Im an effect and that you can bet
I can take a fly girl and make her wet.
Im like samson -- samson to delilah
Theres no denyin, you can try to hang
But youll keep tryin to get my style
Over and over, practice makes perfect
But not if youre a loafer.
Youll get nowhere, no place, no time, no girls
Soon -- oh my god, homebody, you probably eat
Spaghetti with a spoon! come on and say it!
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music white boy lets do it
Vip. vanilla ice yep, yep, Im comin hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
So punks stop trying and girl stop cryin
Vanilla ice is sellin and you people are buyin
cause why the freaks are jockin like crazy glue
Movin and groovin trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin this here song
Now youre amazed by the vip posse.
Steppin so hard like a german nazi
Startled by the bases hittin ground
Theres no trippin on mine, Im just gettin down
Sparkamatic, Im hangin tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and I thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
89 in my time! you, 90 is my year.
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on, come on, i
Play that funky music white boy cant hear you
Youre weakenin fast, yo! and I can tell it
Your bodys gettin hot, so, so I can smell it
So dont be mad and dont be sad
cause the lyrics belong to ice, you can call me dad
Youre pitchin a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, ice, do the dance to cure
So come up close and dont be square
You wanna battle me -- anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, boy, youre dead wrong
So come on, everybody and sing this song
Say -- play that funky music say, go white boy, go white boy go
Play that funky music go white boy, go white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music come on, come on, let me hear
Play that funky music white boy you say it, say it
Play that funky music a little louder now
Play that funky music, white boy come on, come on, come on
Play that funky music
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song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Play That Funky Music
(vanilla ice, earthquake)
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Im back and Im ringin the bell
A rockin on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well thats my dj deshay cuttin all them zs
Hittin hard and the girlies goin crazy
Vanillas on the mike, man Im not lazy.
Im lettin my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and I begin
To just let it flow, let my concepts go
My posses to the side yellin, go vanilla go!
Smooth cause thats the way I will be
And if you dont give a damn, then
Why you starin at me
So get off cause I control the stage
Theres no dissin allowed
Im in my own phase
The girlies sa y they love me and that is ok
And I can dance better than any kid n play
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music, white boy I cant hear you, say it,
Play that funky music say it, say it, say
Play that funky music, white boy it, come on
Yea, a little bit louder
Now come on, come on
Stage 2 -- yea the one ya wanna listen to
Its off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo -- knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes atrocious
Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious
Im an effect and that you can bet
I can take a fly girl and make her wet.
Im like samson -- samson to delilah
Theres no denyin, you can try to hang
But youll keep tryin to get my style
Over and over, practice makes perfect
But not if youre a loafer.
Youll get nowhere, no place, no time, no girls
Soon -- oh my god, homebody, you probably eat
Spaghetti with a spoon! come on and say it!
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on come on
Play that funky music white boy lets do it
Vip. vanilla ice yep, yep, Im comin hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
So punks stop trying and girl stop cryin
Vanilla ice is sellin and you people are buyin
cause why the freaks are jockin like crazy glue
Movin and groovin trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin this here song
Now youre amazed by the vip posse.
Steppin so hard like a german nazi
Startled by the bases hittin ground
Theres no trippin on mine, Im just gettin down
Sparkamatic, Im hangin tight like a fanatic
You trapped me once and I thought that
You might have it
So step down and lend me your ear
89 in my time! you, 90 is my year.
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music come on, come on, i
Play that funky music white boy cant hear you
Youre weakenin fast, yo! and I can tell it
Your bodys gettin hot, so, so I can smell it
So dont be mad and dont be sad
cause the lyrics belong to ice, you can call me dad
Youre pitchin a fit, so step back and endure
Let the witch doctor, ice, do the dance to cure
So come up close and dont be square
You wanna battle me -- anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, boy, youre dead wrong
So come on, everybody and sing this song
Say -- play that funky music say, go white boy, go white boy go
Play that funky music go white boy, go white boy, go
Lay down and boogie and play that funky music till you die.
Play that funky music come on, come on, let me hear
Play that funky music white boy you say it, say it
Play that funky music a little louder now
Play that funky music, white boy come on, come on, come on
Play that funky music
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song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Time To Get Ill
Im not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when Im on the mic - I just say my rhymes
Because Im out on bail - the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life - but I wont go to jail
Im cool calm collected - from class I was ejected
Just me, mike d., and m.c.a. - were rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
Whats the time? - its time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass
Your girlfriend screams when m.c.a.s in the place
He stumbles in the room with the chivas in his hand
Cold chillin on the spot at the microphone stand
Id have the pedal to the metal if I had a car
But Im chiller with the miller - cold coolin at the bar
I can drink a quart of monkey and still stand still
Whats the time? - its time to get ill
Went outside my house - I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than phillis diller
M.c.a. takes a stand - man youre in command
Homeboy, turn it out and dont give a damn
My name is m.c.a. - Ive got a license to kill
Whats the time? - its time to get ill
Riding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin just as chill as I can
Coolin on the corner with a forty of o.e.
cause me and m.c.a. were down with mike d.
When I run a jam - I dont give a damn
When Im throwing bass - I say, thank you maam.
Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things
Im the king adrock and Im the king of all kings
Im looking for a spot - things are gettin hot
Im m.c.a., Im here to stay - and you sir, are not
Oh no, it could not be - its such a sight to see
Its such a trip - youre on my tip so listen to mike d.
My work is my play - cause Im playing when I work
My names mike d., as you can see and I can dot the jerk
M.c.a., adrock, mike d. - its chill
Whats the time? - its time to get ill
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Life Is Too $hort
I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my east side fans
Back then I knew ya couldnt stop this rap
No m.c. could rock like that
Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
Ya gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do ya wanna rap or sell coke?
Brothers like you aint never been broke
People wanna say its just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and Im not jokin
Sir too short comin straight from oakland
California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin down the block
Short dog, Im that rappin man
I said it before and I ll say it again
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
Life is to some people unbearable
Committin suicide and thats terrible
Was it much too much or nothing big?
If ya live my life, youd be fightin to live
Life is to me my main asset
I be doin all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
Im tryin to get rich as I rock the place
Everybodys got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new benz, keep your banck right here
Never hear me stutter once because I talk real clear
Its on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin, fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, ya soon find out
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
Life is too short, would you agree?
While Im livin my life, dont mess with me
Its been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin these funky sounds
Cause I dont stop rappin, thats my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated ya must stay up
Ya asked a simple question boy, dont say what?
Ya only live once and ya callin it hell
Policeman tryin to take ya to jail
You could give a man time but you dont know
I a matter of time, Ill be runnin the show
Now another young buck wants to be on top
Makin big money, slangin hop
The task force tryin ta peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, ya better watch your back
Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short
You can take back all the things you give
But ya cant take back the days you live
Life is to some peole whove been on earth
Livin every single day for what its worth
I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, thats me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when Im on the mike
Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
Ya gotta turn that dream into the real mccoy
Not time to waste, just get on that case
Ya cant be down cause ya need to taste
A good life livin like a king on a throne
Gettin everything ya want and tryin to have all your own
So life
Dont be stupid though
Cause when ya waste it, youll know
Life is
Life is
All right, thats it
song performed by by Too Short
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Crazy Little Stalker Named Mike
This stalker named Mike he just can't handle it
This stalker named Mike he just can't get over it
He's so loco
Crazy little stalker named Mike
This stalker named Mike (named Mike)
He cries (Like a baby)
In a cradle all night
He screams (whoo hoo)
He moans
He shakes all over like a lunatic
I once kinda loved him
Now I more then kinda hate him
Wish that I could just get rid of him
Crazy little stalker named Mike
There goes his mind
He's losing his grip on reality that's for sure
He drives me crazy
He gives my computer viruses and so much damn spyware
Then he cries when I won't take him back
Breaking out in cool cool sweat
Wondering how he next try to get my attention
Boy needs to learn how to be cool, relax, get off my back
Hit the road Mike
Hitch-hike
And maybe take a fatal ride on the back of a psycho's motorbike
Just leave me the hell alone
Crazy little stalker named Mike
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Hold It Now - Hit It!
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time? - it's time to buy ale
Peter eater - parking meter all of the time
If I run out of ale - it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking - chicken eating - dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Dow with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle
Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle
(chorus) Hold it now - hit it!
M.C. - Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.
I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney
For real
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Three Mcs & One Dj
Cause nobody can do it like mix master can,
Come on now
Ive got the d double o, d double o style
Here we go again because its been awhile
Do me a favor dont touch that dial
I rock from manhattan to the miracle mile
My names mike d and Im the ladies choice
I want to get next to you like rose royce
Yall gather round to hear my golden voice
Cause when its time to rhyme you know I get noice
Cruising like a fan boat on the glade
Hell tweak your ass across the cross fade
So watch your back when he takes the stage
Or hell send you off on a naked rampage
3 mcs and one dj
We be getting down with no delay
Mix master mike what cha got to say
Bug out/to the mic/all the time
Sweet and sour like a tangerine
Fresh like a box of krispy kremes
Kenny rogers gambler is my gambling theme
Mix master mike with the scratch routine
Always updated and in the know
You know we break it down going toe to toe
The bass is booming from down below
And norton is chillin with mario
Well my name is adrock Im a scorpio
Dont ask me cause I just dont know
Im known to mop Im known to glow
But dont get mad cause I got to go
Three mcs and one dj
We be getting down with no delay
Mix master mike what cha got to say
Gotta get down
Mix master cut faster
All top secret and classified
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
Its all hypnotic and sanctified
I never wanna let a bad day slip by
Now we be getting stupid in your area
Causing all kinds of hysteria
My beats is sick like malaria
But dont worry Ill take care of ya
Me and adam adam and mario c
In the studio its the place to be
To all party people who are happy and free
With mix master mike were making history
Three mcs and one dj
We be getting down with no delay
Mix master mike what you got to say
Goddamn that dj made my day
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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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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Pass The Mic (Green Mix)
If you can feel what I'm feeling then it's a musical masterpiece
But if you can hear what I'm dealing with then that's cool at least
What's running through my mind comes through in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way that I talk
And this is me, y'all-I M.C.,
Y'all my name is M.C.A. and I still do what I please
And now I'd like to introduce
I'll pass the mic to D. for a fist full of truth
The name is D., y'all and I don't play
And I can rock a block party 'til your hair turns grey
"So what you sayin?" I explode on site
And like Jimmy Walker I'm "Dynomite"
And now I'd like to pass the mic
So Adrock c'mon and do anything you like
I'm the A.D.R.O.C.K.
In the place with the bass I'm going all the way
I can't stop y'all tock tick y'all
And if you think that you're slick you'll catch a brick y'all
'Cause I'm a turn it in and I'm a turn it out
But now I've got to pass the mic to Yauch
Well on and on and on and on
I can't stop y'all 'til the early morn'
So rock y'all tick tock y'all to the beat y'all
C'mon and rock y'all
I give thanks for inspiration
It guides my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say
Everybody's rappin' like it's a commercial
Acting like life is a big commercial
So this is what I've got to say to you all
Be true to yourself and you will never fall
And now I'd like to pass the mic to the A
So what's your name, Yauch? My name is M.C.A.
I've been coming to where I am, from the get go
Find that I can groove with the beat when I let go
So put your worries on hold
Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul
And now I'd like to pass the mic to my brother Adrock
C'mon and shine like a light
Yes yes y'all and yes yes y'all
I'm always on time never the less y'all
And that's right y'all, I shed light y'all
I've got no time in my life to get uptight y'all
So what you gonna say that I don't know already?
I'm like Clyde and I'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun
So Mike D. c'mon and get some
M.I.K.E. to the D.
You come and see me and you pay a fee
Do what I do professionally
To tell the truth I am exactly what I want to be
Now Ad-Rock and M.C.A.
Let's rock this joint in the old school way
Well I'm on 'til the crack of dawn
Mowing down M.C.'s like I'm mowing a lawn
I go off like nothing can phase me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie? One of these days, D.
But I can stand my ground and I am down
To wax an M.C. who acts like a clown
But for now, I'd like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Pass The Mic
If you can feel what i'm feeling then it's a musical masterpiece
If you can hear what i'm dealing with then that's cool at least
What's running through my mind comes through in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way that i talk
And this is me y'all, i m.c. y'all
My name is m.c.a. and i still do what i please
And now i'd like to introduce what's up?
I'll pass the mic to d. for a fist full of truth
The name is d. y'all and i don't play
And i can rock a block party 'til your hair turns grey
So, what you sayin'? i explode on site
I'm like jimmy walker i'm dynomite
And now i'd like to pass the mic
To adrock c'mon and do anything you like
I'm the a.d.r.o.c.k.
In the place with the bass i'm going all the way
I can't stop y'all tock tick y'all
And if you think that you're slick you'll catch a brick y'all
'cause i'm a turn it in and i'm a turn it out
But now i've got to pass the mic to yauch
Well on and on and on and on i can't stop y'all 'til the early morn'
So rock rock y'all tick tock y'all to the beat y'all
C'mon and rock y'all
I give thanks for inspiration it guides my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say
Everybody's rapping like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So this is what i've got to say to you all
Be true to yourself and you will never fall
And now i'd like to pass the mic to the a
So what's your name, yauch? my name is m.c.a.
I've been coming to where i am from the get go
Find that i can groove with the beat when i let go
So put your worries on hold
Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul
And now i'd like to pass the mic
To my brother adrock c'mon and shine like a light
Yes yes y'all and yes yes y'all
I'm always on time never the less y'all
And that's right y'all, i shed light y'all
I've got no time in my life to get uptight y'all
So what you gonna say that i don't know already?
I'm like clyde and i'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun
So mike d that's me c'mon and get some
M.i.k.e. to the d.
You come and see me and you pay a fee
Do what i do professionally
To tell the truth i am exactly what i want to be
Now ad-rock huh? and m.c.a. yeh?
Let's rock this joint in the old school way
Well i'm on 'til the crack of dawn
Mowing down m.c.'s like i'm mowing a lawn
I go off like nothing can phase me
You think we'll ever meet stevie? one of these days, d.
But i can stand my ground and i am down
To wax an m.c. who acts like a clown
But for now, i'd like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Lonely Heart
Mike and a girl talking to each other:
Girl: mike..
Mike: yeah, baby
Girl: its over
Mike: how can you say that?
Girl: Im sorry. the love is gone.
Mike: no, please dont leave me.
Girl: dont feel bad.
Mike: how can I not feel bad. I love you.
Girl: but, its better this way.
Mike: no. I dont believe this.
Girl: no, baby
I never thought that it could be
You would turn and do this to me
I can feel the love that we had between us
Merely fade away
You told me youd never go away
And for me youd always be here
Now you tell me that somethings wrong and you must move on
Chorus:
Lonely heart is what Ill be
And no one cares for me
Let me show you now
The way that it would be if you were with me
Now I can feel the love we share
When you say its not there
Deep inside I know that you still care
But I need you to show me now
Im lookin for a quiet place where love is free
And the dreams we shared last eternally
I feel now that its the time
So wont you please come over here
The closer and the closer I get to you
Keeps me warm to know that youll stay around
So please keep your promise to me and dont go
Chorus
Let me show you now
The way that it would be if you were with me
Now I can feel the love we share
When you say its not there
Deep inside I know that you still care
But I need you to show me now
Chorus (fades out)
song performed by by Boyz II Men
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Push
Step 1... step off to the dance floor
Step 1... step off to the dance floor
Push (hey) ((push up on it))
(good God)
Push - lord (push, yeah) ((push up on it))
Every time u get some
People wanna take it back
They rather see u on the run
Than see u get it like that
Every time they stop u
Change up like a sock
Every time they try 2 clock u
Tick more than they tock
Push I push
Dont let them pull u down, yeah
Push I push
Until u get 2 higher ground
Push
Ure never 2 young, never 2 old
Push
Dont stop until u go
Did u ever stop 2 wonder
Why u put another down?
No man should asunder
The joy that another man found
Maybe bout the business u was worried
Wasnt ever filed in your name
Maybe the cartridge u was playin
Dont fit in your video game
Push I push
Dont let them pull u down
Push I push
Until u get 2 higher ground
Push
Ure never 2 young, never 2 old, yeah
Push
Dont stop until u go, hey
(alright) I push (push) ((push up on it))
(push) I push (push, push, hey)
(push) (come on and push it now, hey push)
((push up on it)) (push) I push
Every time u get some push
People wanna take it back p-push
They rather see u on the run push
Than see u get it like that
Every time they stop u
Change up like a sock push
Every time they try 2 clock u push
U gotta tick more than they can tock
Push I push
Dont let them pull u down
Push I push
Until u get 2 higher ground (higher)
Push
Ure never 2 young, never 2 old, yeah
Push
Dont stop until u go
(no, dont) (push) I push
(push) I push
(push) I push
(push) I push
Did u ever stop 2 wonder (did u ever stop 2 wonder) (push)
Yeah - Im a-push up on it... (push)
(push)
(push, push)
(tony...) yo?
(get on the mike...) Im a push up on it (get on the microphone)
(tony...) yo?
(get on the mike...) yeah - Im a push up on it (get on the mike)
(tony...) yo?
(get on the mike...) slow down - Im a push up on it
(get on the mike...) (get on the mike)
(get on the mike...)
I push for a beat that is greasy
Ill dis a beat if it teases
Mark this down as I state it...
I like my funk concentrated
The pop seem, hmmm, a little overrated
U sure can tell where were steppin
Theres some grease on the stage
Ooops, I just stepped in it... (push)
Circlin as we slide
The full stride for the ride
On a watered-down tip
We could never get by (push)
Fellas... (get on the mike)
Check it out, heres what u gotta do (push)
Gotta step in the room with the mood
Never juicin yourself,
Just a confident attitude (push)
Believe me, u will get busy
Your mouthll drop open
[as u watch the slimmies funkin] (push)
But u dont want the one whos jockin
Cause its all about the clockin (push)
Step 1, step off 2 the dance floor (push up on it)
There ya go, yall, yeah (push)
(1...eno... 1,2,3) (push, push, push)
Push up on it (get on the mike, woman)
(prince...) (get on the mike) push up on it
(get on the mike)
(prince...)
U dont want me on the mike push up on it
(get on the mike)
No man, u dont want me on the mike (dont stop until u go)
(get on the mike) push up on it
(push)
Its thunder when Im on the mike (push) I push
Daddy pops in the house
And ure sure 2 like his diamonds (push) I push
Sure 2 like his pearls
Im good 2 cream every boy and girl
Cuz Im a stollin,
Steady hip-hop rockin rollin (push)
A willing and able horny pony
And Im pumpin em, Im pumpin em, (push)
Im pump-pump-pump-pump-pumpin em
From pakistan 2 poland (push)
Straight into your town
Snatchin up kiddies (get on the mike)
Like a circus clown (get on the mike)
(push)
(get on the microphone)
Well, all u people out there, (push)
Ud better be ware
Cuz they call me rosie g
And I just dont care (push)
I like 2 step, all night long
Rappin, hiphopin, and pushin this song
The song gets higher and it sets u on fire (push)
Like the lion in the jungle (get on the mike)
It takes you all higher (push)
My momma said girl, u know it aint cool, (get on ...)
Said ya dont wanna play by nobodys rules
I said momma chill out, (push)
And give me a break, cause
I know I got just what it takes (push)
I said momma dont put me under pressure (get on, get on ...)
I love u and I think ure fresher - push (push)
Everybody here we go, come on now,
A-push if ya wanna push
A-come on, a-come on, a-come, a-come p-p-push it, push (push)
(push it) (push)
(push it) (push)
song performed by by Prince
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Mama Say
It goes one two three when I'm kicking the funky lyrics
I'm busting up vocabulary I want you all to hear it
I'm busting up the rhythm 'cause I'm busting up the rhyme
I'm kicking down the stop posts cause I wanna kicks the time
I'm digging down some knowledge cause you know I never hide it
When i'm pulling down your panties 'cause I want to get inside it
Like a boa a boa a boa constrictor
Gonna drop off your drawers shoot straight for your sphincter
I could roll my rhymes but I would be faking
Jimmy Jimmy Pop is not Jamaican
J I double M Y Pop go
I run the show like Don Pardo
With a Bugaloo Bee on the beboo tip
My hit will make you trip cause I'm quadradipped
I'll do the Popeye Pluto I'll freak the funkfazooto
Not Latino what I mean though fuzzy dice like Menudo
Rubber baby buggy's bumpers
Punky's Brewsters now I hump her
With my itsy bitsy teeny weenie shrunken small white peenie
So rinse spit swallow brain blank kinda hollow
Not to deep leap wow oh kinda shallow
Cause we're in your face like Ed Gein
Purple rain purple rain
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Naughty by nature and white by choice
And the sound of my voice makes your panties moist
Cause I'm finger lickin' happy like a gay proctologist
So like a dyke with hollow tits I'll rip the mike with hollow tips
Yeah he's in control like Sherman Potter
And I got more balls then the Harlem Globetrotters
Jimmy Pop Jimmy Pop rah rah rah
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Now I'm floating out your pipes like a Village People sump pump
I always take a swallow cause you know I never get enough
So batter up Bruce Banner if you think you're going to measure up
You can't be the top dog gotta be the Scooby Pup
Step to the bass drum always gotta have fun
If you add two halves you'll always get the total sum
My steps are correct and my mike is always checked
And when a punk is in effect you know he's gonna get wrecked
I don't want to start no blasphemous rumors
But I think that Sinbad's got a lousy sense of humor
Little children unattended better get my poison candy
Don't care about y'all as long as we feel dandy
And I get the poon from Judy Blume
Mr Hooper's dead so why don't you give me his broom
So come on chickey baby let's go make some noise
What? No I'm not the guy from the Beastie Boys
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
song performed by by Bloodhound Gang
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Funky Big Band
People gather 'round
At the Lennox Lounge
To hear the funky sounds
The beat hits so hard
There's no cover charge
You have to feel the groove
[CHORUS:]
One thing is you've got to be real
If you want to hear the
Funky big band
He who knows it feels it
Got to be real
If you want to hear the
Funky big band
We who knows it feel it
Harlem is the place
Where you'll find the face
Of those who feel the groove
It's not taught to thee
But it's born to we
Aw and I feel the groove
[CHORUS]
And the band plays
From the big band
And the band plays
From the big band
It's funky
You feel it
It's funky
To be real
It's funky
You feel it
Oh it's funky
To be real
[CHORUS]
We who know it feel it [4x]
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Janet
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Funky New Year
Went to a party just last night
Wanted to bring the year in right
Woke up this morning I don't know how
Last night I was a happy man, but the way I feel right now
It's gonna be a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Ooo, Ahh, got to be a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Can't remember when I ever felt worse
Nothing matters and everything hurts
They were passin' round the bottle, made me feel brand new
Trouble with the new man he wants a hit too, hit me
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
oooooo, it's a FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Lord, mmm, FUNKY NEW YEAR
Nurse I'm worse FUNKY NEW YEAR
I got to perk up a little FUNKY NEW YEAR
My hair hurts FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
A party baby
Never again FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Who's shoes are these FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
Party hardy baby FUNKY NEW YEAR
FUNKY NEW YEAR
What year is this anyway?
song performed by by Eagles
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Prozac
Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Im heavy like a holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son, now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, dont give it up (uh)
Im all up in you till you just cant get enough
Im real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath its for real cause Im gonna get mine
I roll up on you like eastwood
Im blowing up fifteens as Im riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
Im in your grill, peep this - I got the raw deal
And in your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When youre rolling through the hood I know youre gonna use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So pump the e.q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
Go and check it I think its time to wreck it
Here I come again with my stuff, so lets test it
Im cool like the ice, or vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin up the mic, I hit you with somethin you can savor
No slippin, no stonein, I am gettin to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
The easy like stylist with a kick when Im kicking
No tripping, Im hitting, so get a good grip in
Get with a style I be using, and theres no dissin
And heres a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson
Listen up close and therell be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother Im hear to tear it up
And if you cant get with it, I dont give a fu_k
So run to your crew and tell them I am hear
This here is for the people
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Prozac
Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Im heavy like a holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son, now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, dont give it up (uh)
Im all up in you till you just cant get enough
Im real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath its for real cause Im gonna get mine
I roll up on you like eastwood
Im blowing up fifteens as Im riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
Im in your grill, peep this - I got the raw deal
And in your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When youre rolling through the hood I know youre gonna use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So pump the e.q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
Go and check it I think its time to wreck it
Here I come again with my stuff, so lets test it
Im cool like the ice, or vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin up the mic, I hit you with somethin you can savor
No slippin, no stonein, I am gettin to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
The easy like stylist with a kick when Im kicking
No tripping, Im hitting, so get a good grip in
Get with a style I be using, and theres no dissin
And heres a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson
Listen up close and therell be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother Im hear to tear it up
And if you cant get with it, I dont give a fu_k
So run to your crew and tell them I am hear
This here is for the people
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Housequake
Shut up already, damn!
Tell me who in this house know about the quake?
(we do)
I mean really, really
If you know how 2 rock say yeah (yeah)
If u know how 2 party say oh yeah (oh yeah)
But if u aint hip 2 the rare house quake:
Shut up already, damn!
Housequake
Everybody jump up and down
Housequake
Theres a brand new groove going round (housequake)
In your funky town (housequake)
And the kick drum is the fault
You gotta rock this mother, say (housequake)
We gotta rock this mother, say (housequake)
Were gonna show u what 2 do
U put your foot down on the 2
U jump up on the one
Now youre having fun
Youre doing the housequake
Yeah
Question:
Does anybody know about the quake? (yeah!)
Bullshit!
U cant get off until u make the house shake
Now everybody clap your hands
Come on
Lets jam yall
Lets jam
Dont wait 4 your neighbor
Green eggs and ham
Doin the housequake
Theres a brand new groove goin round
In your city, in your town: housequake
And the kick drum is the fault
Housequake, (housequake), housequake
U gotta rock this mother
(u gotta rock this mother)
Housequake, housequake
U gotta rock this mother down
Come on
Housequake, housequake
Now that u got it, lets do the twist
A little bit harder than they did in 66
A little bit faster than they did in 67
Twist little sister and go 2 heaven
Come on yall, we got 2 jam
Before the police come
A groove this funky is on the run
Hey yeah!
Shake your body til your neighbors stare at cha!
Quake, quake, quake, quake, quake, quake
Housequake
Everybody, everybody jump up and down
Housequake
Theres a brand new (groove) groove thats going round
Housequake
In this city, in this funky town
Housequake
And the saxophone is the fault
Check it out
If u cant rock steady
Shut up already, damn, u got 2 get off!
U know what Im talking about?
On the one yall say, housequake
Top of your body, let me hear u shout
Say, housequake
My lord, (housequake)
My lord, (housequake)
Bullshit
Louder, say it (housequake)
Shock-a-lock-a boom!
What was that? after shock!
Everybody, everybody
U gotta rock, u gotta rock
Come on
Were gonna shake, were gonna quake
Cuz we got the baddest groove that we could a make
We on then 2, yall
The drummers gonna tap
We gonna see if we can rock this mother 2 the max
And thats a fact
Housequake
Come on say it (housequake) (come on)
U cant follow it
We got the baddest jam in the land
Everybody shut up, listen 2 the band
Housequake
Shut up already, damn
song performed by by Prince
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Still 10 Years Of Faith
My son no longer walks but this is not the end,
cause we have a friend in Jesus and this we can depend. Mike you are so special and so close to my heart,
Im thankful to our lord your here and for our Brand new start. I've cried an awful lot Mike just like you say I do,
But their only tears of Joy son because I still have you. My son Mike that I remember just ran all around,
not once to even notice his pants were falling down. We didn't have new things son we always had the old,
But we had a full stomach and we were out of the cold. Your no longer a boy Mike your this wonderful man,
10 years in a wheel chair and you faith still with stands. Im not feeling well either your their when Im in pain,
I don't have to holler Mike I just call out your name. You wheel right there for me son and I listen as you pray,
and you stay rite there beside me till my pain just goes away. I loved you as my little boy and now my grown up man,
I can explain things better now because you understand. I love you as my grown up man yet miss that little son,
Who used to let his pants hang down if even just for fun.
.p.s. my son Mike is my pleasure.
poem by Eva Fernandez
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