Hit The Deck
Im the minstrel man, the cleaning man,
The pole man, the shoeshine man
Im a nigger man, watch me dance {unknown movie}
[ice-t]
I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen
Evil e makes the records spin
Islam drops the beats that you rock to
Thought that I would never get you? got you
Doggin the floor like you know you never done before
How could a brother be so hardcore
And still keep you on the floor like a maniac
Thats your question? well ima answer that
Im on the mic tonight Im here to do it right
Ice, the capital t, airtight
Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission
Step to me fool - youre missin
Minus, gone, pow, youre outta here
This aint no game to me, this is my career
Throw me a mic, plug it in, bet!
I wont be happy til the dancefloors wet
I aint no rookie, Im a microphone vet
Evil es on the set, hit the deck!
{*scratching be easy on the cut (3x)
And no mistakes allowed -> rakim*}
[ice-t]
E-m-c-e-e, i-c-e-t, a-n-d, dj evil e
Doggin the deck like its never been done before
You had enough? more!
Here we go, Im about to blow up
Dont you dare bite my rhymes, Ill make you throw up
Poison soaked in an acid bath
Swallow homeboy, your throatll need a skin graft
Toss it up, while the dj known as evil cuts
You wanna know whats happenin - what?
The beat become my soul, Im goin out of control
Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and youll wind up dead
{*slap*} yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous track
Watch out word this aint no joke
A sucker tried to flex and his arm got broke
Dont make a move that youll regret
Evil es on the set, hit the deck!
{*scratched kick it (4x)*}
[ice-t]
You start to think and wonder bout how its done
An emcee? maybe I could be one
Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind
To be a dope mc takes time
Eight years of mine, no time for draggin
You wanna be an mc? get off the bandwagon!
But if its in your heart, get a pen
Dont stop writin til the inkflow ends
Work and work and dont halfstep
Dog the mic every chance you get
Motivation must be kept
Stay down and build your rep
Yo so let me demonstrate, rappin as a fine art
And when Im finished, you can take this rap apart
Analyze my elements and tactics
First Im over there, and then Im back to this
I jumble topics, you wont know where Ill go
Back in your face with a cold but steady flow
You feel the power of the ice in the first row
You already know what to say, hooooooooo!!!
On the mic is a stone cold vet
Evil es on the set, hit the deck
{*evil e scratches for a long time*}
[ice-t]
Im in my mode, called the fourth episode
Or the last verse, if you wanna decode
So I gotta raise the heat, hype up the beat
Switch the mic from airtight to elite
Pounce upon the deck, it aint wet yet
Let me see how hot you can get
Then Ill turn up the amps, blow out the lights
Youre in darkness, then the mic ignites
Glowin like it did before, but even more
The room is lit, the raps are hardcore
Evil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchblade
You see a blur -- thats the crossfade
Loud and proud, words bombard the crowd
Look up in the air -- you see a mushroom cloud
I kick flavor to a musical track
Too fast to catch, too complex to match
Im gettin hyped as hype can get
Evil es on the set! hit the deck
song performed by by Ice T
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You Must Be Evil
I come home from work
I see my little girl
Shes crying on the floor
Shes been watching that tv
This aint late no, this aint even dinner time
To show them things on that screen
Whats wrong with you
You must be evil
Oh I know why you do it
Youre just looking for sensation
You got a hold of something
You tell us that its news
You dont have to show that stuff
Cant you show us some respect
You can tell us we dont need to see it
We dont need those cheap effects
You must be evil
You must be evil
I wish you were here
You dont have to show that stuff
You aint fooling no-one
You made my little girl cry
I wish you were here
We all know why you do it
Sometimes you even slow it down
Youre giving out some bad ideas here
I cant believe that you dont realise
You must be evil
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Im Your Pusher
Yo,its time for me to pump the volume
No problem,the records revolvin
Evils the mixer,Im the rap trixister
Paparazzi on the bum rush for pictures
Ice,coolin,yo colder than ever
Punk executioner e pull the lever
Rotate the wax tehn cut anaxe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Dont try to size up,you better wise up
To the rap criminals,were succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed
For this drug deal,Im the big wheel
The dope Im sellin,you dont smoke,you feel
Out on the dance floor,on my world tour
Im sellin dope in each and every record store
Im the king pin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You dont need it,just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high? let the record play
Mc ice t
Im your pusher
I know youre lovin this drugs as its comin out your speaker
Bass thru the bottons,highs thru the tweeters
But this base you dont need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin like I see you doin
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high,why? ..that aint fly
And anyone who says it is,lies
Move like I knew you would,like I knew could
And if you aint cracked out,then I know you should
Be able to give me a clap,to match exact with the track
And since I know that you aint,i expect that
Oh now this jam is lit,its like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
Ill make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks
>from sellin dope beats,dope rhymes,dope cuts
Ill be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that ice-t
Im your pusher
Im bring it to boil,evil e rock it up
You want it? ..i dont think you got enough
Last suckers crossed,syndicate shotem up
Cops foundem in the lake bottom up
I dont play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,like with a microscope
I dont cleanem up with no ivory soap
I leaveem hard and pure,hope that you can cope
Because you might o.d. if you overdrive
This record,tape or cd,because the sound ive
Created on this wax is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give,makes me invincible
Im your pusher
The cops dont know what to do,because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do,my stuff gets to you
Kickin on the boulevard,my tempos hyped and hard
I dont ask,the ice just bogards
Sire records puts me out,with warner bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil e adds the cut,then removes it
Iz checks for purity,then approves it
And then you get it,try it,and like it
And if it aint potent,we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,not a noose in a rope
Because if youre doin crack,youre on death row
Youre just a toy punk,to mess with that junk
You want some real dope,come look in my trunk
The dope Im sellin is life,100% legit
So get real fool,and try some real hit
Mc ice t
Im your pusher
Im your pusher
song performed by by Ice T
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Excuses
Yo, whats up, this is Ginuwine
And I wanna tell you
It aint no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it right, check this is out
This is my story
Theres a time that comes in a mans life
When is real, want it all, when his mind is right
It could come at any time, morning, noon or night
You would know at the time, nothing more to fight
He might not, and I know cause Ive done the same
You know Im right there with you, dog, but she wont
play the game
She will be done packed your bags, sit em all there
right outside your door
Cause shes tired of the lyin s*** and she aint
takin no more, oh, no she aint
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them no more, oh)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them, no)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no), excuses {She dont}
Take her out, hold her hand, let her know youll die
for her
Cause thats your lady, yes, thats your baby
Shes a seed, feed her well, watch her blossom out
And only the real players out there can dig what Im
talkin bout
Be that man, be that one, do the things she loves
Pay attention, should I mention how it all was once
You broke your neck just to get her, dont you pull
back now
Cause sooner or later shell be gone, what youre
askin now
Excuses (Everybody has one)
Excuses (But she dont wanna hear them no more, oh, no
she dont)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses (Oh...), excuses {She dont}
Excuses (Yeah, she)
Excuses (Dont fill her mind)
Excuses (She said take that s*** else, oh, yes, she
did)
Excuses, excuses (Listen) {She dont}
Dont fake nor front, tell her now
Make your choice right now
Tell her where you stand
Youre no boy or little kid, youre grown
Standin big, young man
Think what brought that in, ooh
All that s*** youre talkin bout like you aint
heard the phone
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog
And all that fake s*** like your beeper was off
Shes up on it, dog, shes up on it, dog (Ooh...)
Excuses (Everybody gots one)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them)
Excuses (She said take that s*** elsewhere)
Excuses, excuses {She dont} (She dont)
Excuses (She aint got time for them)
Excuses (So dont fill her mind with them)
Excuses (Huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses (No, no, no), excuses {She dont} (She dont
wanna)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear no excuses)
Excuses (Ooh, she dont wanna)
Excuses (Come on)
Excuses (She dont wanna hear them), excuses {She
dont}
Excuses (She aint got time, huh, she dont feel them)
Excuses (Ooh, ooh, she dont deserve)
Excuses (No, huh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Excuses, excuses (She dont wanna) {She dont}
Excuses
song performed by by Ginuwine
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Take The Short Way Home
Take the short way home (intro)
Youve been makin up your mind
And I can save you from the trouble
That your heart is goin through
And I can tell you what your
Futures gonna be
Maybe we can open up your eyes
Baby , you cant leave me now
There is lightning in the city
Stranger than you ever saw
Get back to your special lover
And I wont ever turn on you or tell you
You should tell me where you go
Just take the short way home
Baby, take care of yourself
In this world of evil
I can keep you to myself
Take the short way home
Youll be safe her by my side
In this world of evil
I can keep you satisfied
And you can make it easy on yourself
Some other love may call my name when youre away
And Ill be gone
Theres no other who could ever love you more
Keep talkin to myself when Im alone
I dont want to be alone
Crazy people in the shadows
Love is only what you find
Come back here and youll discover
There aint nothing you been searchin for
I could not give you now if you were mine
Just take the short way home
Baby take care of yourself
In this world of evil
I can keep you to myself
Take the short way home
Youll be safe her by my side
In this world of evil
I can keep you satisfied
(break)
Crazy people in the shadows
Love is only what you find
Come back here and youll discover
There aint nothing you been searchin for
I could not give you now if you were mine
Must take the short way home
Baby take care of yourself
In this world of evil
I can keep you for myself
Take the short way home
Youll be safe her by my side
In this world of evil
I can keep you satisfied
Take the short way home
Baby take care of yourself
In this world of evil
I can keep you for myself
Take the short way home
Youll be safe her by my side
In this world of evil
I can keep you satisfied
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Mack Attack
Its a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
Im from the dangerous crew, and I tell you its true
Everything they say about playboy too
Im $hort dog, aint nothing nice
I drink g-juice and wouldnt cut it with ice
>from the eastside baby, oakland town
Cant understand why Im so down?
Im not a whitewall, Im a vogue
Like a zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was everything you wanted cause I cant be weak
Yeah baby thats it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my dj fresh on wax
Put it on the turntable, I got taps
It started burning up, wires smoking
Had to be the sound coming straight from oakland
$hort dog, its a mack attack
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
One young tender lost all hope
Slapped her in the face with my dunkey rope
Another young sucker tried to front my staff
Saw it on his face when they broke him in half
It was the dangerous crew, and I tell you its true
Everything they say about playboy too
When I say my rhymes, Im never fake
When you start my beat, thats when I break
On you, and it dont stop, and it dont stop, and it wont stop
Cause Im too $hort baby on the microphone and Im macking
Im not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type walk, just like me
The too s-h-o-r-t
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with p, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember the name
When its too $hort baby, aint nothing plain
Dangerous music on the microphone
Makes you wanna break your hip bone
Might break your leg, or maybe your back
Grooving to hard to my mack attack
Its really not easy, you know its hard
Sort of just like my gangster car
You know what I mean, vern? its like funny
I mack legit and make all the money
See my capital t on my diamond ring
We hook up the beat and love to swing
So while youre out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out sir too $hort (sir too $hort!)
Dont stop that rap (dont stop that rap!)
And its just like that
Get buy girls, while I rap
I make big money, that aint no crap
When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes
I gotta have an 8 or 909 beat
So I can rock you all night long, shes
On my tip, she love my song, he
Tried to do it but did it wrong, freaks
Want to get my all alone, but Im macking
I finally got a chance to grab my pen
And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
Its a rush production, not the beat
I rushed it out the studio and hit the street
Now Im rocking one more time
Young girls love my too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
Before I point right at her say ho!
Im riding drop-top caddy, I dont dip fake
I step on the gas then I hit the break
Do it again as I catch the beat
Youre feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white capezio
Had my 501s, five dunkey ropes
Couldnt be saved by john the pope
The m, a, c and k, from oakland, california
Im too $hort baby, no I dont play, Im macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
You know it looks good in those pants
So damn good, I had to glance
Now Im macking
See this gold? I bought it all
Now every night you young freaks call
You see my car? its my best friend
So it you touch, youll meet your end
Time will tell, just keep it cool
Dont play that game, dont be no fool
Ill burn rubber all down your block
You know what I want so keep the door unlocked
Im coming in baby, dont waste no time
Its a mack attack, and now youre mine
Dangerous music is what it seems
The reason this floor just met those jeans
I was running the game all in your ear
Youre talking bout love to a stone cold player
Girl look good and wanna have that sex
Took another look and wanted to break that neck
Its a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is too $hort baby, I dont play that jack
Im from the dangerous crew, and I know its true
The only thing youll say about playboy too
Is Im macking
song performed by by Too Short
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You Played Yourself
Verse 1
This is it, dope from the fly kid
The ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers youve lost cos players youre not, gangstas you aint
Youre faintin, punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
High roller, dead pres folder
Is cold lampin like a black king on a throne
Evil e...turn up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the rollin tape
Another album to make? great
Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit
And ride the track like a black mack in his lac
Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
And kick game the way it should be done
How you gonna drop science? youre dumb
Stupid ignorant, dont even talk to me
At school you dropped math, science and history
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
To perpetrate, youre bait, so just wait
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet boogie down or chuck d
Stetsasonic or the big daddy
And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
Howd you get into this spot?
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...
Verse 2
Im no authority but I know the d-e-a-l
When it comes to dealin with the females
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker and theyll break you with speed
But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin moneys what Im talkin about
But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
Call her up, phones off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
You cant buy no relationship
You played yourself...
Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...
Verse 3
Im in the mc game, a lot of mcs front
And for the money theyre sell out stunts
But they claim that theyre rich and that they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten this out fast
Two hundred thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin bout gold?
You better double that, then double that again
And still dont get sooped, my friend
You think youve made it, youre just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
But you diss em cos you think youre a star
That attitude is rude, you wont get far
Cos theyll turn on you quick, youll drop like a brick
Unemployments where youll sit
No friends cos you dissed em too
No money, no crew, youre through
You played yourself...
Thats right, you played yourself...
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...
Verse 4
You got problems, you claim you need a break
But every dollar you get you take
Straight to the dopeman, try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up
Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sleep you count five-os
Lyin and cheatin, everybody youre beatin
Dirty clothes and youre skinny cos you havent been eatin
You ripped off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your larceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery...smooth
But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldnt get away, the cops roll, youre popped
And now youre locked, yo, lampin on death row
Societys fault? no
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? fool.
You played yourself...
You played yourself...
Aint nobody elses fault, you played yourself.
song performed by by Ice T
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The Meanest Girl In Town
(words & music by j. byers)
Shell tell you that she loves you, make you feel just like a kid
Shell cry to you and lie to you, shell do most anything
Shell get right up next to you and the first thing that you know
Youll be telling her youre sorry because she hurt you so
I said shes evil the most evil girl Ive found
There aint no doubt about it, shes the meanest girl in town
Shell invite you over to her house at half past nine
Youll wear a suit, youll wear a tie and youll give your shoes a shine
Youll take a real deep breath and knock on her front door
Her little sister will tell you she dont live here anymore
I said shes evil the most evil girl Ive found
There aint no doubt about it, shes the meanest girl in town
And there aint no doubt about it, shes the meanest girl in town
Shell put her arms around you and squeeze with all her might
Shell breathe a sigh and pucker her lips and pull your arms real tight
Your heart will pound like thunder, youll melt in her embrace
But when you go to kiss her well shell laugh right in your face
Because shes evil the most evil girl Ive found
There aint no doubt about it, shes the meanest girl in town
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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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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Hes Evil
Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
song performed by by Kinks
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409
Its time to start the party if yall dont mind
Me and e clean our adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,i dog the bass
Ya wanna hear us rock?
Heres a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese
Use miracle whip,i dont like mayonnaise
I eat a can of beans,good for my heart
About 1 a.m.,i always.....
Far from me to bite anothers rhyme
Theyre just too easy to write
I doem two at a time
Like doggin the wax and ya dont quit
And if you didnt like that then suck my....
Dictations how I write my raps
Cold maxin with two freaks upon my lap
Chillin on the phone,bookin more def shows
An if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin an relaxin like Im at club med
Ya say you like this record,you think its fun?
Party people get stupid we just begun!!!
(break)
Youre get,get,gettin real stupid
As the beat hits your body get ill!!!
You aint dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
The girl youre dancin with has got great hips bug out!!
Go on homeboy and grab her.....
Tape recorder turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the place
R-r-r-rocket like a missile in space
Evil e keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly t.w.a.,pan am,p.s.a
To places close to home,far away
L.a.,new york,detroit,miami
If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....
Jam rockins how I got my fame,ice capital t
Evil es his name
If you cant see whos rockin you must be blind
You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!
Go ice get busy (x2)
Go evil get busy (x2)
Turn up your stereo,equalize treble
Bass be kickin stupid hard as metal
On the mic tonight thats right your rhyme opponent
M.c. ice t just microphonin
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the ice,tempos tight and precise
Special effects will be created by an editors splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin
Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin
No way in the world that you can deny my method
As my record rotates,my words get more impressive
Im an m.c., evils my dj on sire records not m.c.a.
C.b.s.,capitol,cause they move too slow
Now sire/warner bros. clocks all the dough
As the record revolves moneys gettin made
A.s.c.a.p. pays me every time its played
I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede
And the gold around my neck will never fade
Down with my syndicate organized rhyme
Kickin def tempos that I design
And if you cant hearem thats such a crime
You better wash your dirty ears with some 409
I always rhyme elite,stay on beat
Travel in a posse when I walk the street
Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max
Now I dont speak much,i save my words for wax
I just wanna make a little point in this song
With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the breaka break of dawn
This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong
Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside
I wanna make ya enjoy yourself
On the mic tonight ice t!!who else?
Evils on the cuts,henry gees shot gun
Islams my producer,bambattas son
Bronx style bobs cold watchin my back
Melle mels just layin for some punks to act wack
Grandmaster caz and donald d ,scott la rock
Red alert,chuck chill out
If youre down with my crew you will be fine
But if you ill well get dirty-bring your 409!!
(break)
409......
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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Evil, I call you! !
Evil
Don't listen to a word they say
Will let you be alone at times,
Needed most.
That evil eyes looks at you,
and lies
All the hateful things you said
and what you've put me through.
Evil
In the heart of people
Evil
Wont care if you die
Evil
Is all that I can perceive in you
So is your dark side,
Your evil.
Evil is you.
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Big Decision
Pick me up in an hour or so
I dont really recommend it, no
Theyll probably just put you down
I believe you
I wanna be you
I believe you
I wanna be you
I know youre not through with it yet
Its a big decision
You cant kick when youre down
Got a feeling kind of like a cough
Aint nothing gonna shake it off
Aint nothing gonna shake it off
Until you talk out loud
I believe you
I wanna be you
I believe you
I wanna be you
I know youre not through with it yet
Its a big decision
You cant kick when youre down
The chromium car reflects who you are taking you home
Im under youre spell cant you tell? dont you know?
God, people wonder if youre sick
Spilled out on the city slick
Puffed up like a macho jerk
Dont even try it itll never work
Why you wonder? what you wonder for me?
Why you wonder? what you wonder for me?
Why you want what I can not be you know I wont stay sober
I believe you
I wanna be you
I believe you
I wanna be you
I know youre not through with it yet
Its a big decision
I know youre not through with it yet
Its a big decision
I know youre not through with it yet
Its a big decision
You cant kick when youre down
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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All I Need
Drop the beat
Too much gone of the day
Yeah you were on your way
Said there was nothing I could say
And I got the drop on you
I see what you do
Just wanna see you run me through
And I dont wanna let you leave
Dont wanna believe that you lied and tried to deceive
Not gonna be alright
Without you
You are all I need!
If youre leaving, take me with you
I dont wanna start something new
Lifes a maze and Im lost without you
I dont wanna take another drink
I dont wanna think
I just wanna watch you sleep with me
Tell me are you free now that you got yourself far away from me
And I feel like Im ? ? ?
Youre pulling me down when you ? ? ?
And I cant touch the ground
Im not gonna be alright
Without you
You are all I need!
If youre leaving, take me with you
I dont wanna start something new
Lifes a maze and Im lost without you
I never saw the day
Take a look back and one day you will see
You are the one that was meant for me
And all the bad seems to fade with time, well its all in your mind
Why dont you lay your face down on the floor
I wont be around anymore
I wont do that I wont do that
You watch out
You are all I need!
If youre leaving, take me with you
I dont wanna start something new
Lifes a maze and Im lost without you
song performed by by Zebrahead
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Evil Roy
Philip bailey, allee willis & a.z. giles
Het gets wild at night
Gotta sleep all day
cause hes wound so tight
Blowing his brains away
Hes in the land of the free
And he wants to be
Someone they all say will make good
But whats reality when youre from the hood
Its evil yea, yea, yea
(chorus)
Evil, evil roy, who is fooling who
Dont you know evil evil someone
Watching you
Well he got no job so he peddling-fear
Trying to push so hard
No way out of here
Its just the law of the street
Too much heat
Pressure cooking, gonna explode
But where you gonna be
If you lose control
Its evil yea yea yea
(chorus)
(bridge)
Cant you see that your way
Is going nowhere fast
And your time is just running out
Fighting fire with fire
It will never pass
If evils what your lifes about
(out chrus)
When you take never giving
Hide the pain
You stop living
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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ME, In Your Eyes
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one can't be trusted,
I am the one who needs to be busted,
I am the one who causes trouble,
I am the one who has face that is doubled,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I always plan cunningly,
I always act deceivingly,
I always make you suffer,
I always deserve to face what's tougher,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I am the one who always ashames you,
I am the one who lacks satisfying you,
I am the one who struggles to be who,
I am the one who is lost in thou,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never see good in you,
I never appreciate what you do,
I could never act as you want me to,
I am not as good as you want me to,
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
Am I evil? Yes, I am.
I never bless,
I make you live this freaking mess,
This is the only thing to confess,
I am evil in your pretty eyes…
Evil Woman
You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end.
Hey woman, you got the blues, cos you aint got no one else to use.
Theres an open road that leads nowhere, so just make some miles
Between here and there.
Theres a hole in my head where the rain comes in,
You took my body and played to win,
Ha ha woman its a crying shame,
But you aint got no one else to blame.
Chorus
E-evil woman, e-evil woman, e-evil woman, evil woman
Rolled in from another town,
Hit some gold too hot to settle down,
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways,
And you found a fool lyin in a daze,
Ha ha woman what you gonna do,
You destroyed all the virtues that the lord gave you,
Its so good that youre feeling pain,
But you better get yourself on board the very next train.
Chorus:repeat
Evil woman how you done me wrong,
But now youre tryin to wail a different song,
Ha ha funny how you broke me up, you made the wine now you
Drink the cup,
I came runnin every time you cried,
Thought I saw love smilin in your eyes,
Ha ha very nice to know, that you aint got no place left to go.
Chorus:repeat
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Evil Eye
Youve got an evil eye
And I wanna say mama
I cant face it for another day
You dont even try
And I wanna say baby
I cant take it when youre.......
*makin me hurry, makin me wait
Takin me early, leavin me late
Shakin my feelin, makin me cry
Dont it sound funny
But Im saying bye-bye
Youve got an evil eye
And I wanna say mama
You cant see it any other way
All you do is lie
And I wanna say baby
You know I cant stand it when youre.......
(repeat *)
I dont need what youre givin me honey
You know I dont want
What youve got on your mind
I dont care if youre missin my money
You know I dont care if youre stealin me blind
Ill leave you behind
Oh well, leavin you baby
So long bye-bye
Oh well, when youre drivin me crazy
So long bye-bye
Oh well, dont believe its funny
So long bye-bye
Oh well, now Im movin on honey
So long bye-bye
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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Dr. Evil
Evil, evil is his one and only name
Evil, in his mind there is no other game!
When your name is Evil, that is good or so you think,
but you're so very wrong.
It's evil!
But being wrong is right, so then you're good again,
wich is the evilest thing of all...
Do you find his sudden ways, invite you? does he excite you?
If his contradictions should atract you, should he distract you?
Heaven help you then...
You're finished, it's the end...
There'll be no retrieval...
From the evil...
The evil,
he will
do.
He's evil,
he's Doctor Evil.
His name is Evil.
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Boomerang
Gonna throw down the dice on a roll, its a showdown, gonna walk on hot coals
Cut the deck, better place your bet, cause the game aint over yet
Wanna keep you under lock and key, cant you see what you do to me
Get the noose, I know Im gonna hang, cause youre like a boomerang, boomerang
On the way up, you change your tune, so pay up, and it aint too soon
Cant make up or break up, cant feel a thing, you want a piece of everything
First youre cold and then youre hot, youre in the mood and then youre not
Yeah, I know Ill get a bang, cause youre like a boomerang, boomerang
You can slip and you can slide, but there aint nothin you can hide
You just cant say no, well here I come, baby, and here I go
A boomerang, a boomerang
song performed by by Kiss
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