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Droppin Em

[ll cool j]
Just like pauline you all-in..
Oooooahhhh
Brace yourself, Im the ace with grace
Ima win the race and make you feel disgrace
In any case, yo, Im movin like a steeplechase
Mc soldiers -- about face
Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you better tape this, yo, you cant escape this
Yo, I planned it out just like a landscapist
Whipper-snapper back up for comin crap up
I plan to trap a mc and kidnap em
Phony, so skip the baloney
You and your cronies need to jump on a pony
And roll, cause youre just a rookie
When it was time for rap school, you musta played hooky
Im the show-stopper, your rhymes are improper
Ima teach you like the master taught the grasshopper
Just gettin warmer, Im a transform a
Regular rhyme into a barnstormer
Try to jump Ill bump you chump, my job is thorough
Any mc, state city or boroughll get ragged
I drop like a sandbag
Serious as the mob - I dont play tag
Best of the batch, no man can catch up
Hoes cant be passed, a battles a mistmatch
I flip lyrics, like a acrobat
And avoid combat like a diplomat
But when its time for battles, ? ? jacked or killed
Its a thrill to drill a run of the mill bill
With my skill, Im the lord of the rhymes
And I be writin at a rate that pace way past my bedtime
I rock the mic unlike
Some brothers I know, I guess they flow, psych
Im droppin em
Droppin em
Yo, youre all in, stiff as a mannequin
Im sharp as a pen and ima teach discipline
I get busy like its two of me
Evidently, Im hated by a few mcs
But so what? I just max like Im playin the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo - cool j, Ill never go astray
Im funky you can hear me at the milky way
Youre weak, wick raps, Im cool as jazz
Got razamatazz ask my man shabazz
I know youre afraid because Im self-made
I invade, and blow up like a hand grenade
Mcs are terrorstruck, ima run amuck
Cause your rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck
Just a toy boy, cant stop my convoy
Rhymes I said last year were just decoys
Im like a fox, you annoy me like chicken pox
Im back with a style thats unorthodox
You musta had a teaspoon full of bull
Im like the hulk, with more bulk, Im powerful
They try to get with this, to me thats an insult
Boys shouldnt mess with an adult, thats too difficult
I enter like a giant sayin fee fi foe fum
Then rock the auditorium until its pandemonium
Im droppin em
Yo e, droppin em
Dont sleep - cause ima go deeper
All you sleepers, Im the grim reaper
My rhymes are rising, the angles gettin steeper
I hated mussolini martini so ima sweep a
Emcee, like hes one of the two
Break him into fragments right in front of you
Mic check one two, is too fundamental
My rhymes are monumental over an instrumental
In the center, I had to enter
Tormentor mentor experimentor and inventor
Of lyrics, so all you non-believers
Itll echo in your dreams at night when you receive a
Rude awakening, you cant do anything
You enter my kingdom and you cry as men bring
Gifts to the prince of excellence and magnificence
Alarm clock rings, you wake up, and youre convinced
That the crew invader, soloist exterminator
Greater evador of ducks, concert crusader
Is bad, my nicknames the circuit breaker
Eatin up the world, acre by acre
Im droppin em
Word to mother, droppin em!
Knowhatimsayin? straight til 1999, droppin em!
Yo, year two thousand, yaknahmsayin?
Audi man
Yo Im droppin em

song performed by by LL Cool J
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Krs-one

In school they never taught bout hamburgers or steak,
Elijah muhammed or the welfare state.
But I know.
And I know because of krs-one.
Yeah and I know and I know because of krs-one.
Because hes droppin science,
Droppin history with a whole leap of style and intelligency
Yes, I know.
I know because of krs-one yeah,
And I know I know because of krs-one.
Because we dont want to pay money to hear the same old sounds.
Watch him hell take hip-hop to a higher ground.
And I know (how do I know? )
And I know because of krs-one.
Yeah, and I know and I know because of krs-one.
And I know
And I know because of krs-one.
And I know and I know

song performed by by Sublime
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Eat Em Up L Chill

Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
[ verse 1 ]
Bring on the mos and hos
Dont snooze or doze
Cause Im rippin up shows
Hold your nose, dead bodies are around
I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown
I write rhymes that shine like lipstick
So much material, but not materialistic
Imperial styles I use
When the mic is lifted the crowd is amused
Come with it, if you feel youre full-fledged
Or yell geronimo! and jump off the edge
Your e-n-d is near when I appear
The stage is yours, but wait until the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and Im here to lay a load
So watch a player when hes playin in player mode
Uncle ls bad, and youre soon to say
Cause I rip the mic until the toon decay
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
[ verse 2 ]
Mcs are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
Youre not complete, Im battlin a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin
And I be demandin that youre abondoned
In the desert or a wild west town
While Im at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? no one knows
Like I said before, bring on the mos and hos
I know my abcs and my ps and qs
Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise
All aboard, the cod is a reward
Some were ignored when they toured for they bored
The crowd was aloud, lyrics werent endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You like me now, but you didnt before
Cause you forgot I was raw
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(yo, eat em up, l)
Ah
Future of the funk, ah
(go head, baby)
(do it)
Go head, baby
(do it)
Yeah
(do it)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(yo, eat em up, l) ( 2x )
[ verse 3 ]
Its so visual the way Im throwin down
Visualize mcs goin down
In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
The moral of the story is: ima get mines
I saw the cord-less, boy, Im gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
Dont try to front while the freestyles droppin
He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin
You better notify your next akin
Cause when I begin its like a needle to the skin
If you wasnt prepared
Then you ought to be scared
But even if you was
Youre aware what the rhyme does
I remember when you was an amateur
Writin your rhymes, starin at my signature
Bought the album, analyzed the style
Tisk-tisk (hatchew!) God bless you, child
Im unique when I speak to a beat
Another rapperll fall when the missions complete
I daze and amaze, my displays a faze
Every phrase is a maze as uncle l slays
The competition thats lost in a freestyle
Cause on the mic Im the golden child
With the magical wand that theyre callin a mike
And when mcs approach it turns into a spike
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Chill
(eat em up, l)
Why dont you just chill
(eat em up, l)
Yeah
Yeah
I wanna say whats up to my man kool herc
And my man afrika bambaataa and the zulu nation
Know what what Im sayin
My man marley marl and dj clash
My man b-blast
Rush town
Def jam
We in the house
Of course I gotta say whats up to my homeboys epmd
Yeah
I get busy
Peace

song performed by by LL Cool J
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All Of My Days

featuring Changing Faces Jay Z
(R KELLY)
Changing Faces Jay Z Rkelly (whispers)
(JAY Z)
Uh Yeah Jigga Uhu
(R KELLY)
Changing Faces (whispers)
(JAY Z)
How we do
Yo
All of my rhymes fall all of my days i trade
all of my dimes and all of my bad ways i fade
killing late nights cruisin'
all you see is the break lights
and hair blowing you know where we going
or at the club in the rear frontin'
poppin droppin'
the amounts of cats but we aint trying to hear nothing
probably was wilder than wobbly are you the wiggy to give me
hold me down and make me slow down to be twissy
keep the ice out the club life - change face
get on love wife while he on the license plates
wait - make me think about you even when your not around
use the bathroom put the toilet seat back down
got me some sprinkles the hair with the wrinkles
if preferred his and her furs to the ankles
keep your friends buggin' lovin' all my ways
Jigga keep me jiggy all of my days
(CHANGING FACES)
in the middle of the night
got me thinkin' bout cha babe
got me dreamin' about cha baby
(CHORUS)
all that i have
all that i have
baby it's yours
baby it's yours forever and ever baby
all i want is to be with you all of my days
all i want all i need
all i want is to be with you all of my days
all i want baby
(CHANGING FACES)
anything that turn you on
i'll be givin' it to you babe
you dont have to worry baby
(CHORUS 1x)
(JAY Z)
yeah ha ha - check it
(R KELLY)
all i want - all i need
is you in my life - loving me
all i want - all i need
is you in my life
(JAY Z)
uh huh
(R KELLY)
loving me
(JAY Z)
now we going house shoppin'
everybody want to know the prices of spouse droppin'
keep it on the low R Kelly style it's quite shockin'
a year ago all i did was spend nights hoppin'
in the club in search of pretty faces and night stalkers
who would have thought i'd walk down the aisle
rice droppin' got you a nice rock and ...
now it's on and poppin' droppin' holiday platinum bracelets
Jigga - R Kelly - Changing Faces
Uh
(CHORUS x2)
(FADE AWAY

song performed by by R. Kelly
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I Come Off

aah na-na, na-na
Now I wrote this record for when I perform,
from the nights inside a university dorm,
I put pen to paper with a paper and pen,
for the times I'm rockin' the mic in front of women and men,
I get raw like Eddie, rough like Freddy,
Kreuger with a luger turnin' men into spaghetti,
I'm like Fats Domino, up on Blueberry Hill,
'cause my rhymes are funky fresh not run of the mill,
And like a king has palaces I give an analyis,
You can't talk because you suffer from paralysis,
of the mouth, of the lip, of the tounge, comin' to you complements of a
brother named Young,
Now you can't talk because I'm leaving you speechless,
so be quiet and let an educater teach this,
It's due to my producer, so he's in a rage. And Mike you control the vinyl
I'll control the stage 'cause I come of,
Chorus
Four score and seven years ago
there were a whole bunch of rappers who were in the know
Four score and seven years later
I dig a hole in those rappers like the moon with a crater
Because they battle me they're really taking a risk,
Cause you're an eight track tape and I'm a compact disc,
And like Tyson drops boxers in rapid succesion,
I'm droppin' MCs in the rappin' proffesion
I'm comin' off, just like the clothes on a hooker,
and I can fly like Jimmy Superfly Snooka,
Like a shuttle goes up into outer space, people's hands go up when I enter
the place,
I don't mean to brag or boast just to tell ya I'm great, but I can rock the
microphone like Dorothy Hammil can skate,
Yeah, I can say a funky rhyme like Greg Luganis can dive, Don't have to be
Saturday night for Young MC to get live 'cause I come off,
Chorus
Yo I come off, My name is Young MC and baby I come off
Yo the brother's comin' off, Bust this, Here we go
Now one behold, Young MC struck gold,
form the rhymes that I've been sayin' to the young and the old,
From the battles I've been havin' with the smart and the dumb,
From the records I've been makin' with the mic and the drum,
You know the other rappers wanna play a game with me,
they run and hide when they hear the name of Young MC,
Like a kid playing tag, that's how it's got to be
so when I start I say Oli Oli Oxenfree,
Yo, you can never write a rhyme as strong as this one,
So pay attention 'cause you don't wanna miss one, of my healthy rhymes
nobody's are healthier, New York, New Jersy, LA or Philidelphia,
City to city, and town to town, place to place
country to country, cause I get around
Even if you were in prison you'da heard me play
cause the warden had me rock and I'm on the PA,
So when you get out come and see my show
and if you start static back in you go
'Cause comin' off is the title and the theme of the jam,
and when the rhymes are finally finished people say God damn
cause I come off
Chorus
I come off. Yo baby, I come off. Here we go

song performed by by Young MC
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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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1-900-ll Cool J

{*phone rings twice*}
Yo.. hello 1-900-ll cool j?
Yeah whassup? can you please bust a funky rhyme for me?
Yeah I can do that, check this one out honey
I motivate, accelerate
Devestate, and dominate
I dont smoke crack so I wont lose weight
Give me the {pussy} and the money and the mic and Im straight
Go to a resteraunt, give me steak
Then cook my chicken with shakenbake
I leave all the preachin to reverand flake
How much money can one black man make? huh
Im whats known as a true dynamiter
I write rhymes fast without a typewriter
Go with the flow, but no, Im not a biter
Cant compare a cock-a-roach and a spider
Hell, you might as well get a glass of punch
Cause youre bitin my lyrics like a nestle crunch, huh
And bitin my rhymes aint slick
I got your gold teeth marks all over my {*phone rings*}
Complications and aggravation
An unnecessary-sation
Im like sunkist, good vibrations
Your al-blum, sounds like a compilation
Cool out, grab a seat and listen..
Cause ima start dismissin
Sucker mcs whos out there frontin
Talkin all that yang, yo you smokin somethin
Shoulda treated me royal, yo he wasnt loyal
Now its all about chaos and turmoil
.. gimme that microphone
Ima show you the real meaning of the danger zone
{*phone rings*}
Yo.. hello is this 1-900-ll cool j?
Yeah whassup? can you tell me what you do when youre coolin out?
Yo check this out
Now when Im coolin out, no time for a granny
Just a fly girl in t-shirt and panties
Can ll {*censored*}? man, can he?
I tell you what, give up the fanny
Cause on a bedroom tomb, j swift
Not too big, but nothin to play with
In addition, you on a mission
You need to audition for another position
Doin damage is a crew tradition
Name your next al-blum intermission
Youre full of preservatives -- plus,
Youre too conservative
Im full of flair, savoir faire, debonairre
Theres no competition, for this here
So dont waste your time and breath
Im givin you all a big f
Mcs I envelop..
.. as the song goes on, the rhyme develops
Im asiatic, acrobatic, charismatic
You dont want no static
Anyway, I aint havin it!
When I see the microphone -- Im grabbin it
Plug it in and take charge
Ll xl, xtra-large
Knowhatimsayin? peace
{*phone rings three times*}
Hello?
Hello whassup girl?
How you doin girl? I been tryin to call you all day
Word up I was talkin to ll he was kickin some mo hyped up rhymes to me
Word, I spoke to him today too - them rhymes was pumpin
Well not to cut you short but I gotta go cause my man is here
Alright
See-ya

song performed by by LL Cool J
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Step Up

Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an emcee
With your lack of skill and facility
You're killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now they're getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it's real
You want to be an emcee you've got to study the skill

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this? [2x]
Step

song performed by by Linkin Park from Hybrid Theory (EP)
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Make It Clap (remix)

[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!)
Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!)
One more time (Ha!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!)
Remix time (remix!) a Dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!)
Flipmode Squad (Ha!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah
[Busta Rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on
[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh
[Busta Rhymes]
Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner
Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is
[Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap
[Spliff Star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen
(We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving
(Lookin to chose) How it's different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now
[Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap
[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap
[Busta Rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand head cracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is
[Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap,
We make it clap

song performed by by Sean Paul
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Mc Champion

And now..
You're mc champions, ultra-magnetic
"i am sealing off the dimensional window
Closing the hole in the fabric of the cosmos like a scar"
[ced gee]
Ahh yeah
One two, one two
This is agent ble-ced gee
Ultramagnetic's in full effect
We in here droppin freestyle rhymes like mc champions
So keith, take it away
[kool keith]
Power compactor, brain distractor
Droppin a bomb, right in your anal connector
Sector, vector, the lyric inspector
X-ray vision, powerful spector
Lexor, mechtor, egor
Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
The rhythm i drop to hit the top to make your swing go pop
As i flow, pick up the micro'
Poem get hypo, tension as original
Lyrical miracle, back to attack one
Black one, white one, green one or blue one
Colorful sweet rhymes, i'm back to do one
Or two of you, three of you, or four of you
Five or six or seven, eleven of you
Wack mc's get back in the last line
And wait on the mic, you think i'm ready to pass mine
Up in the brougham, with clever ability
I know when to sting a brain, just like i'm a killer bee
Hittin em hard with the rhyme as the flame throw
Hardcore, softcore, and even the rainbow
Polka-dot mc's, african, indians
Spanish-american, mixed with panamanian
Arabian nubian, speak in siberian
Japanese chinese, and regular mc's
Preachers, teachers, and negative creatures
I roll and kick a rhyme, you grab your mic back
Sidewind and rattle like a snake i strike back
I chew your brain and, the monkey behind you
Your company management, the dummy who signed you
To pick up the slack but the hype ain't sellin many
Records and tapes cause your rap ain't tellin any
Metaphor phrases, things that amazes
Me the next man, no biter or innovator
With lyrical instinct, you look like a duplicator
Bitin my style, nibblin on the big jock
With rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock
Count the one two three four five
I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome
I'm just a champion
[ced gee]
Ah yeah, yo keith, bust this
I got some freestyle rhymes too
I'ma warm up, then i'ma get deep
Bust it, check this out
Yo
Poetic genius, kickin metaphors
Ced gee is the big boss, makin it better for
A pile of them, mc's again, i'm raggin them
So listen up my friend
I'm rappin the manifest, leapin some blind guess
The type of hype i select, when i rap come correct
My mic is on, and it's loaded, and it's lethal
Here's a dose, a taste of my potential
My super menu wind you bend you sends you
To watch a brother like me, continue
Out on the warpath, flashback, sit back
Kick back with that, dope rap attack
Those that can't rap, with that weak rap
Need to get back, and just to add to that
Fact, with words from the knowledge tip
My rhymes are swift, i have the gift
Like hocus-pocus, ced gee, and i'm still on
The mic is loaded with rhymes that flame on
Now you know just what i am creatin
We call it megafunk, a plan stated
I'm verbally passin, rhymes are outlastin
Waxin to smashin and kickin more ass and
With intensity, ced gee has got to be
Schoolin a wannabe, rappers who try to be
Like me, c-e-d
To flow on the mic and show no mercy
I'm a champion, i'm undefeated
My rep is strong, no hype is ever needed
To grow and grow, to grow and grow
To grow and grow, and grow and grow
To grow and grow, and grow and grow
Rap taller than buckwheat's afro,
I'm a champion

song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Clap Your Hands

[ll cool j]
Yeah..
Yeah I like that guitar man, yeah
Yo e-love I like the way you flipped that guitar man
Knahmsayin? it was a good idea man, knahmsayin? yeah
Its kinda like freakin me, yaknahmsayin?
I wanna get hype man, I wanna do this, yaknahmsayin?
Just gon chill, check it out
Slick as vasoline, smell good as cologne
Im like a muscle man in jail -- they leave me alone
I rhyme like superman, you rap like jimmy olson
I break you like a bottle of green golden molson
You aint a real rhymer, you look like a actress
How you gon sleep on me holmes, do I look like a mattress?
Am I that old, do I walk like grady?
Ima hundred-fifty proof, smirnoff is only 80
Dont you ever try to rock my house
Im a real cool cat, know what Im sayin mickey mouse?
The poetry specialist, so take a dose of this
Now think about it -- can you really come close to this?
You soft as powder, weak as a cabin cooler
Ugly as work shoes, messin with the ruler:
The ultimate writer reciter and def entertainer
I work myself harder than a boxers trainer
Chorus: ll cool j
Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
I said, clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
[ll cool j]
You end up, underneath my sneaker
Youre dog doo-doo, Im watchin you get weaker
You cant believe, the skill and dexterity
Ll cool j, and the j is for jeremy
So buff me, james todd the earthquaker
Thats right my brother, youre goin out like sega
{*censored*} chewed, so whassup dude?
One of my battlesll get your girlies in the mood
Sucker mcs really make me sick
Im so bad, I can suck my own {dick}
If you go to your girls house and Im there already
Dont go crazy cause my name aint eddie
Rhymes so rough, its like a course in trigonometry
When einstein was talkin, he was talkin bout me
The prince of the earth, and ima give birth
To a rhyme so hard you look soft as a smurf
Gigglin and wigglin, so how we goin out?
Lovely, and thats without a doubt!
Chorus 3/4x
[ll cool j]
Rappers are my servants, they serve me like an emperor
When Im through, youll need a nurse to take your temperature
And cool you down, cause youre cold as leftovers
Not the ones on the table, Im talkin about ruff rovers
You cant get over -- whats my name, goofy?
You smoke Im no joke, so my brother break out the looseys
And take a pull, cause the buck stops here
I get swift as a magician, wreck {shit} and dissapear
Dont cross me, or lose your loyalty
To the prince of the rap court, Im royalty
And it aint no puzzle, its a shame how rappers guzzle
Paragraphs I put together so I carry a muzzle
To shut em up and cut em up and make em be quiet
Im a one man riot, so dont even try it
The prince of special tactics, plus Im athletic
Before you play your hand you better do some calisthetics
Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whole nine
Speak your piece, then ima go for mine
And I guarantee you, Im gonna strike again
I recommend my friend you drop the pen and give in
Cop out to one rhyme cause youre facin ten
I aint sidney poitier but we can do this again
Im nice wit mines, and I gotta admit it
You dont really wanna battle, why dontcha just forget it!
Chorus 1/2
[ll cool j]
But if youre hard headed and you still dont understand
Heres a little sample -- ehm ehm, my man
*brrrrrrring* hello?
{*cut n scratch cool j*}
.. takes everything youve got -> cheers (theme song)
{*cut n scratch pushin a broom*}
.. sure would help a lot -> cheers (theme song)
[ll cool j]
Check my stats, how we livin, I thought so
Im fresh, oh yes, but can they flow, hell no
My rhymes are up to date, excellent, on point
Im tellin you, theyre the serious joint
I eat my steak fast, I drink my brew slow
My voice is milky with a nice clear flow
I eat like a fat man, and walk like a gigolo
Im not a ballplayer, so now yknow!
Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Cause I rock the house, everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo)
Knowhatimsayin? and ima be straight til the year 3000
Thats word to mother, knahmsayin?
And I say mother with a v cause the v is for victory yaknahmsayin?
Cause Im the victor in this game, word up
Knahmsayin? thats what time it is, peace
{*crew applause*}
That man, he sure is funky funky funky
Funky! funky, he sho is!
You best believe hes funky!
You didnt know? ? ? funky!

song performed by by LL Cool J
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Make It Clap

[Intro: Sean Paul (Busta Rhymes)]
We make it clap, we make it clap (Huh!)
Yeah yeah yeah (Flipmode!!!) Busta Rhymes (Busta Rhymes!!!)
Sean-A-Paul (Sean Paul!!!)
One more time (Ha!!!) kill 'em with a rhyme (Huh!!!)
Remix time (remix!!!) a dutty yeah, yo, Spliff Star (Spliff!!!)
Flipmode Squad (Ha!!!) we kill 'em with a rhyme, a dutty yeah
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Cau mi seh jump up clap oonu hand and siddung get up
And mi nah wig out mek everybody flip out oonu fi carry on
To get tired I waan chillout, all a di gal a sweat out
Mek your body keep clappin on
[Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands, so push it up deh
[Busta Rhymes]
Back with the remix with Spliff and Sean-A-Paul on the corner
Can't believe when we do it we smack it down how we wanna
Keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all my people cause what I'm sayin is
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
In case you ain't know and in case you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
[Verse 2: Spliff Star]
Poor snapper, lookin at shorty shakin it and makin it clap
Booty big pokin out like twenties on the lap
When I give it to her shorty know how to throw it back
Booty bangin to the beat sometimes we overlap-sing
Gal peel out your blouse and your tight-jeans
Let me lick you down dip you with some ice-cream
Gal holla holla my name when I slide-in
Thunderstorm, rain, sleet and light-ning
Hold me tight feel the triniman grin-ding and grin-ding and grin-ding
Gal dip and bounce start whin-ning
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, seen
([Busta Rhymes:] We got dough) You could tell by what we dri-ving
([Busta Rhymes:] Lookin to chose) How it's different and blin-ding
And blin-ding and blin-ding it's like that make it clap now
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
[Bridge: Sean Paul]
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
Flipmode a roll wid all di hottest set a gal dem inna di dance
And Dutty Cup we deyah mek di gal dem jump up and prance
Busta Rhymes and Sean-A-Paul di lyrical magician
There fi mek dem switch and jump up wave up dem hands
[Verse 3: Sean Paul]
We make it clap deh, keep it a clap gal wiggle yuh body
Mi waan fi see all a di style weh yuh a pack deh
Listen di lyrics a weh mi dun mi all a chat seh
Rotate yuh body then non stop like apache
Dawn and Karyn or Angie and Patsy
Inna di videolight just like a big sunday matinee
Nuff fi gimme di light mi blow di smoke like apache
Mashin up di dance and mi flatten it, we make it clap
[Busta Rhymes]
Who a call me the abominal snowman
Put it down make 'em say it's such a phenominal show man
Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man
When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man
The way we start the show and how we constantly flow man
Regular paper comin watch me properly blow man
Come on keepin it comin keepin it goin cause we ain't playin
I'm talkin to all of my people because what I'm sayin is
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
[Outro: Sean Paul]
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap

song performed by by Busta Rhymes
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Too Bad Youre No Good

Sittin here thinkin bout you and me
Its a cryin shame cause its plain to see
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad youre no good
You smile like an angel, lie like a rug
You wouldnt change if you could
cause its in your blood
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad youre no good
Midnight knockin, youre droppin around
Trash talkin, and stalkin me down
Better watch out when you play that game
I got a thirty-eight special on a forty-five frame
Call the preacher, call the police
With a man like you, its famine or feast
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad youre no good
Well, I talked to your mother
She knows I tried
I talked to your brother
He was on my side
But the hardest thing to comprehend
Is if I had it to do over
Id do it again
Call the preacher, call the police
With a man like you, its famine or feast
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
You made me love you so bad
Too bad youre no good
You made me love you so bad, bad, bad
Too bad youre no good

song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Checkin' My Style

[kool keith]
Yeah you don't have to play this on a tuesday night
But check this out, this is sunday morning in church
With the brother, the godfather
Open up the testaments, and let us read this
This ain't no flintstone and no bedrock type stuff
Check it out
(time to flip the scriptures!)
Checkin my style, return to zero (4x)
Well i keep a style in tomes, on my job and microphone
Mik-make my flows, show a rapper what i give them
Don't flex funky yo, kick it honey step back
Watch when i come, you scratch that kitty-kat on top of that
Rappers know i'm x, slow down, watch me get stupid open
Dance for the ladies, i strip in chippendale's
Funky hypo, or technical, lyrics make computer
With a brain that spins like kid capri, 33
Drop a 45 down just like the first record rotate
My style, my rhyme, my game is droppin doo doo lyrics
Make a brother say, "keith is out? damn, i wanna hear it"
Buy a copy tomorrow, kick his old tape
Take it back two times to smack his girl, let him go
Tell his uncle brother aunt and cousin belle (ding-dong!)
As i rock so well, spankin tail, check the beats
My style is so early, you couldn't catch it on bobbito
As i flaunt and i stretch just like a rubber band, poppin
Stoppin every rapper like a trooper on a turnpike
I'm long and strong and just like the lincoln tunnel
'father, big up, check it out
Back back, i switch switch, i check check, i know that
Bored as i kick up, you proud of me you know it's me
I got more muscle to flex to show than jodeci
Take off them panties, i turn boyz ii men
Checkin my style, return to zero (4x)
Yeah! we want all them rappers out there
To check they styles and come back and return to zero
(yeah, what you need?)
I don't need, bootsy collins
I don't need, central ?
I don't need, roger troutman
I don't need, zapp
I don't need, junior
I don't need, chic
I don't need, sister sledge
I don't need, pop
I don't need, bohannon
I don't need, led zeppelin
I don't need, anthrax
I just need what i need!

song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Hey Hey Hey Hey

Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
You think
You can pay mind games
On me
Timing doesnt know
Who wants me
While you do your thang
Im playin house wife
While youre off the chain
And I told you
Straight from the jump
No commitment
But thats what you wanted
Now you
Do what you want to
Hear you get around
While you hold me down
Guys think they can see through you
Do anything that they want to do
I tell you one thing is true
I can do much better than you
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
They say playa get played
And Im with that (woo)
I hate to play the game
Of get back
Im better than that
Though you messed around
With half the town
You know
I aint no hoe
But fa sho
Im letting you go
You act like
You got it wrapped tight
Yeah youre wastin time
So Im goin for mine
Guys think they can see through you
Do anything that they want to do
I tell you one thing is true
I can do much better than you
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
You keep tryin
But you keep lyin
Expecting for me
To keep cryin
You keep callin
And you keep stalkin
Keep on talkin
While you keep walkin
You keep tryin
But you keep lyin
Expecting for me
To keep cryin
You keep callin
And you keep stalkin
Keep on talkin
While you keep walkin
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do

song performed by by TLC
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When I Burn

[ced gee]
Aiyyo kool keith
Man i hooked this beat up just for you in the ultra lab man
So yo i want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin?
[kool keith]
Yeahhh
[ced gee]
Aight man, so ease back, y'know kick the lyrics man
[kool keith]
Word up
[ced gee]
Go for yours, aight do it man, right now
[kool keith]
Aight..
Yo i'm on, with the freaky style
When you wait debate and rate my
Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension
Rise above, amazing days
Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days
Figurin out
Many channels, triggerin out forth
I'm sendin, brains are bendin
Like metal, crust to rust corrode
And low stacks, pick up the was while you ask
How you do it, show me through it
I never knew it, could be done, no way my son
Cause i'm the one, smackin em up, stackin em up
Boxin you ducks
Packin em up, cause i burn
[ced gee]
Aiyyo keith man, that was kinda of dope man
But you know what man?
I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh
Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight?
[kool keith]
Yeah i know what you mean, like this right?
[ced gee]
Yeah man
[kool keith]
Aight watch..
Droppin the word to make you think
You're buggin and illin out on, vocab
Connect the ?, then switch it
Changin range easily, steadily
Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down
And sweepin em down
Mc's, all dirt on the floor
Stand back in fact you're wack to prove to me
That you're ready to be and willin to see, rhymes flow
Match and go, deep in your brain so
Step back, and wait before you try
To twist in, another line
Designed to catch ya
You gotta watch 2000 i bet ya, perpetrate
Procrastinate, your rhymes are fake, and yo
And let's take your style, use it with mine
Mix it with mine, bring it with mine
And pefect, and let the public elect it
Buyin selected, ducks are corrected
One at a time, each a stack
Puttin em back, sittin em back, in line
To california, i'm breakin on ya
I'm like a psycho, i'm buggin on ya
Once a day, i'm comin your way, to enter your brain
And let a word remain, as a syllable
Stuck deep inside
The more i go on i'll pluck inside
Your skull, and damage your ears
Cause i burn, you know that ced
[ced gee]
Word up man, you burn man, yo yo man
You really did burn that track up man, but you know uhh
My man tr love is in the house and uhh
Moe luv's in the house
Awesome two, they in the house
Uhh, who else in the house?
My man paul c, he got the bass pumpin, uhh
Who else? brother kevvy kev, uhh
[kool keith]
Everybody the whole bronx (yeah)
Brooklyn, fort greene, montier posse
[ced gee]
Yeah everybody man
London, st. louis, ahh, we out of here man

song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Rhymes

Without a doubt Im comin back and if you dont know
Call me s. i. r. t. double o
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys
Ask em who do they love? and they all say tide
Im just an m.c. rapper and nothin else
I keep rhymin and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say these lines
So go on and on, Im sir too short
Just what youve been lookin for
Like pcp or pure cocaine
Dj universe got you sprung in the game
You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast
From host to host, I hear the toast:
Too short, love the way you that hit
Heres to you, keep rhymin and boy dont quit
I say this is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldnt be like that
cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend
Ill keep rappin to the very end
And if you call me fake Ill say so what?
I got you standin and noddin like you just shot up
So boy straightin up Im still rappin
Comin at you fresh. do you know what happened?
Im sayin rhymes messin with your mind
I didnt want your girl cause she really aint fine
I took her to a motel couldve been a hotel
It costs me 20 dollars but I did it so well
She had to tell your sister, your sister told you
Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too
I got rhymes, keep em comin, they dont stop
Im lookin at an empty page about to fill it up
I write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep em comin, they never stop
I live in california, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
Jump in my car, I do it every week
Djs who know call me mister short
All you wanna be mothers get no child support
Im too short baby gettin rich
Get on the mic and then say... like left to right
Right to left girl stealin your heart is like petty theft
Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2
Ill always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around
From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea
All youre gonna do is wanna rock this beat
Its so rough so tough when I talk this stuff
When I get on the mic I cant get enough
Im the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
All my raps are smooth and decent
Im that rapper known place to place
For the hardest raps with the hardest bass
You see I rap all the time, thats the point
When I walk in the place I just jam the joint
Singin old too shorts on the microphone
The beats so fresh cant leave me alone
You see I rap so cool I will not shout
I keep comin so hard I might knock you out
If you battle with short thats the chance you take
So you better come fresh and dont be fake
All you weak mcs with your weak drum beats
Tellin all your people you can hang with me
Count 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and Ill just keep on makin money
Life is too short I dont stop
Im hooked on money like a junkie on top
I got to make it every day, I wont go broke
Ask me am I rich and Ill say no
Im your homeboy too short back again
Puttin oakland on the map my rap will never end
Id like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew
For believin in me when they thought I was through
I got rhymes, I keep em comin
Im on the mic, I wont stop rappin till it comes out right
And when its beatin Ill just say lets roll
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin and I do it by myself
Im like a one man crew, you see I dont need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers, mcs rap masters
Give it up leave that rappin to me
Realizin young buck you cant rock that beat
I rap on the mic and youll believe
Nothin aint kickin like the big old c
Its just one hard rapper spittin a rap
Not 3 or 4 suckas or a couple of saps
Like born to mack Ill cash a check
Walkin round like a fool livin up to his rep
Ill tell you life aint long
What you waitin for?
Thought you wanted to be like too short?

song performed by by Too Short
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Princess Of The Posse

Basslines affect me when my rhymes direct me
Forgive the crowds, o lord, they know not why they sweat me
Bitings against the law in the place that I live
So I lock up the door with the keys to my crib
The call me the high priestess of this hasta
Although Im not a dread and not a rasta
Theres never been a word I cant master
Ive always been, a piddly pastor
I reign, the lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because the ruler lord ramsey is on my side
And Im the princess of the posse, so yo, take it light
The princess of the posse, me say she a cool one
She rhyme on my record and she ram jam me gun
The princess of the posse, me say she a cool girl
She rhyme brooklyn, the bronx, usa, the world
You try to dissect my rhymes to see if theres a pattern
I bounced it all around you like the rings around saturn
Let me know now if youd like to protest
And proceeding a greeting, or would you rather progress
Onto a higher plateau, to the peak and Im taking it slow
Enough for you to see the knowledge and to know
Im the q-u-e-e-n, l-a-t-i-f-a-h
Queen of the army posse, the dla which is
Get live alright, you standing there chewing on your fingernails
Nervous, watching me doing the live thing
Singing like a bird sing, ringing like the phone ring
Im the queen and youre the underling
Im never following, I follow nothing
The princess of the posse is a cool one
The princess of the posse, me say she a cool one
She rhyme on my record and she ram jam me gun
The princess of the posse, me say she a cool girl
She rhyme brooklyn, the bronx, usa, the world
Im the queen of the clan, with a mic in my hand
I step over suckers to position myself to rule this land
Its a concoction, for my ability
To show the skeezers the meaning of humility
Cause they dont know Im the one to fly one or two
Im snatching hearts cause Im latifah and I want to
I find it necessary to tell you to get off my tip
Im kicking gold, so grab a hoe and get a good grip
Stop the lying, the trying
The time buying, youve been denying
Youre dependent on me, the princess of the posse
I got the cards, so Im dealing a death blow
Youre taking no crowns, put that on cease
My djs name is mark the 45 king to the posse
Peace, got to let you know where I come from
The princess of the posse is a cool one
The princess of the posse, me say she a cool one
She rhyme on my record and she ram jam me gun
The princess of the posse, me say she a cool girl
She rhyme brooklyn, the bronx, usa, the world
Now take run the family
Me say me have to do it for the r.e. posse
You try to be down, you cant take the crown
Maybe from someone else but not me (repeat 2x)

song performed by by Queen Latifah
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Get Up

heres some stoney vibrations for ya..
off the daddy x organic soul record..
featuring the kottonmouth kings..
droppin late summer 2004 suburban noize records
kick back fire it up and enjoy
(i get up)
(i get up)
(i get up)
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
Even when I'm feelin down (i get up)
So down
(I get up)
So down
Theres no need to get down on ureself
Theres no need for me to scream and yell
So why you always gotta be that dude
puttin other people down, that dont make you kool
you simply look like a fool put ure foot in ure mouth
uplift one another thats whut we're talkin about
i say up cause theres no holdin me down
i keep my feet on the ground
I keep my friends all around
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
Even when I'm feelin down
So down
(so down)
So down
(so down) x2
u get beat up.. spit on..
Misunderstood pourin it aint done row
still we keep movin on
Yeaahhh..we been hating
been raining stuck to a gun
somehow we made it
They just cant silence this song
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
Even when I'm feelin down
So down
(so down)
So down
(so down) x2
sometimes I struggle..
when feeling down and out
all the time i stand by myself
tryin to fool myself out
It so hard to realize
when ure cought up in a mix
The only thing that you see
is television wheres my spliffs..I get up
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
Even when I'm feelin down
So down
(so down)
so down
(so down) x2
organic soul
daxxy x droppin 2004
suburban noize records

song performed by by Kottonmouth Kings
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Can I Get A Witness-interlude

(busta rhymes, sean puffy combs, carl chucky thompson)
1994 tziahs music (bmi)
Ah
Oooh yes
Busta rhymes in the place yall
Let me tell ya a little something.....
Yeah, alright busta
1995, this year I want
One of them crazy, sexy-cool women
Ya know what Im sayin
Word up
One of them real crazy, just sexy
Just cool women
Ya know what I mean baby, baby, baby, baby
Check me out
Ya know
I want one of them crazy women
That just, be ready to rip somebodys
Face off for her man
Ya know what I mean
Word up
One of them crazy women thatll come
Down to the spot where all the niggas is at
Represent, cuz she know her man aint doin right
Ha ha ha....
Word up
Ya know but at the same time she gotta be
Like, real sexy like
So when she come out she aint like
Mispresentin herself
She lettin it be known that shes official
Ya know what I mean
But at the same time like
With all that crazyness and that sexyness
She gotta come wit dat oh........
Oooh, dat oh cool shizimisms
Word to god, she gotta be cool
So that she aint blowin off the lid
In front of my mens like, ya know what Im sayin
Come around she can get down with the crew
Let the crew know she representin that she aint havin it
But you know like, you know, she gotta represent
To get the job handled, take care of that business
Ya know like, I want one of them girls like
Ya know like t-boz, left eye, chilli
Crazy ass, sexy-cool women
Yeah, thats how we gettin down, see
Ha! busta rhymes
I need one of them crazysexy women brother
Lord yes you need one!
Word up!
Can I get an amen
Give me one of them crazysexy women
Why cant I get a witness........

song performed by by TLC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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