It Ain't Hard To Tell (Remix - Verse 2)
* also called "Nas Will Prevail"
[Verse 1]
It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
The mic comes in contact with the third rail
My raps react, they attack the wack just like a maniac
With this, see I'm a brainiac
I call you tattoo, you never come off
I flip the script with a sawed-off, boss
A modern Shakespeare - reincarnated
Brains are elevated, I'm bein R rated
This style is terror, drastic
Meltin the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid
Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not
Cause I be packin like a Rasta in a weed spot
Hittin your heart with a hollow-tip verbally illin
Minds minipulated, my raps are nickel-plated
I execute raps like I'm swingin an axe around
This is a mic shut down
Notify the President - that I'm bombin your residence
and I'm leavin no evidence
Voice box yells, lyrics will excel
Rappers gettin smoked, you can smell the hot shells
Your style is fake snake, well dramatized
You might as well be a singer but ain't harmonize/harmin-Nas
Here's the break, I can translate lyrics so well
I excel, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell..
[Verse 2]
I got a case of vocal fever, I'm here to make you a believer
Nas wrecks the tweeters and recievers
Lyrics will explode, my brain overloads
Gimme a Grammy competition is dead just like Sammy
I leave minds magnetized like slaves
Your style is old fashion like waves
Holdin a pistol at a pastor, pullin the trigger faster
Tell 'em I was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
I'll pull your whole card - just like a palm reader
Non-stop, I'm bustin heads like the FEDS baby pops
This is not the +Kindergarten Cop+
Put on your blindfold, I'ma release and stand tall
I detonate bombs at the policeman's ball
This is art from the heart, I leave 'em marked for death
in each breath in this game I'm the ref
Already I'm ill but I can only get better
With lyrics as pretty as a nickel-plated Beretta
I master dialects, of uncommon languages
A black man caught by the Klan couldn't hang with this
These are proverbs, copy cat attackers
I'm wanted dead cause I'ma genocide to rappers
Battlin Nas is dead when my brain reacts
yYu might as well have fell asleep on a train track
This ain't the same track that you're used to
This is rhythmatic automatic, try it you oughta have it
Slaughter your tape recorder; givin thanks to my supporters
and keep flowin like water
No matter the obstacle, Nasty Nas will prevail
Aiyyo, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell..
[Verse 3]
Check it
I catch wreck with my intellect, suckers are incorrect
I'm gonna win cause you slept
on Nas, word is bond, I leave the microphone torn
False rappers, you need to write your own song
Metaphors of murder man, hittin like Roberto Duran
Hold the mic in my hand, my life span
Imitators will sweat me like gym class
Your raps are fat?Shit, then I'll be Slim Fast
New rap recruits I salute then delete 'em
Verbally eat 'em, because my ears don't need 'em
Nas is a terrorist, analyst
Swingin my fists like a nigga breakin, posessed by Satan
You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow
Brothers is gettin shipped out like I was Castro
I can eat your flavor but I'm not a candy lover
I use a +Lethal Weapon+, just like Danny Glover
Execute monologues, sabotage entourage
Mutilate mics like a maniac in bars
I talk with slang, and use my brain
Generate pain, penetrate your vein
Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son
Talk to your concience and hit like Tyson
No competition, cause I cause wonders
Nas will battle rappers by the football numbers
A motor mouth killer, rhyme writin thriller
Hold a mac-11, and attack a reverand
Don't sleep cause you might not wake
I speak deep, dialects I translate
Queens Prince, commit sins on the regular
Murder my competitors, and et cetera
Nas is a gypsy Egyptian
flippin' the script'n microphone manufacturers are victims
My voice makes your ear drums swell..
It ain't hard to tell
song performed by by Nas
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Semi-automatic Full Rap Metal Jacket
Yo, yo...
Chorus: u-god
You cant hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
You cant hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
Verse one: u-god
I make mean lean when I pump my spunk
And hands of chump, of machine gun funk
I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
With rigormor, I hit you in the core and
Pop your legs well in the figure four
You cant stop the force when the blood is coursin
Extortion, Im comin like the headless horseman
Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune
Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
Dont pop glocks at me then cop a plea
A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
Deep depths makes rappers salted
Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in
Lay down them lines with them hard hits
And Im harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments
Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad rza track lay it down
Im hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went
Its golden bangles, microphone getting strangled
Five-star general, scars you want to angle
Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings
Chorus 2x
Verse two: inspector deck
Yo
I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes
Mcs are shot down long range with sniper aim
No question marks, the session starts with sparks
My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts
Universal soldier, mos the holder
Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller
Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash
Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph
Best-seller compose a rough draft
Razor sharp vocabulary cut glass
Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse
You cant catch my style with bugs and phone taps
Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless
Hard targets, underground like black markets
Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura
Importer of rough raps thats snuck cross the border
Semi-automatic attackll spray yall
Liquid sword swingin slay all, Im awol
Chorus 1.5x
Verse three: street thug
Wu-tang be, killin you softly with this song
You wont survive the outcome I bring def jams to your eardrums
P.l.o. hits the hardest, regardless
Felony offenders catchin murder one charges
Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators
I strike back like the jedi, from n.y.
Its I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
I be all you need to rock these mic devices
Projectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
Im not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger
High pursuit for the cream like the bodyguard from bejing
Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
On your facilities, the penalty, doa
Bomb shell your burrow like bombay
Opposites attack thats why these thieves stay strapped
As we, travel the glove to put shaolin on the map
I show loyalty, to my fans fully
Operational raps, that bust through your skully
Im rated second-to-none I be the top gun
From the land of the slums spittin blades from my tongue
Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker
Watch me bang the headpiece kid theres no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.l.o., criminal thoughts you never heard of
song performed by by Inspectah Deck
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In The Oaktown
(verse 1):
You hear me talking you know Im from the o-a-k
I tell it like it is and thats the only way
Im the m the a the c the k I write my rhymes everyday
Now all you one-rap rappers what are you doin
I got so many raps so just go right thru em
My name is short but I rap long rhymes
Hand me your mic I do it all the time
Now could you be like me I hate to say it
Its like comparin mickey ds and quick ways
You only got 3 stores I got the whole wide world
I get beeps everyday from your favorite girl
But Im such a dog I never call tha freak
Hit it once and she was just too weak
At my house I keep finer things
The candy paints, got her sprung on my diamond rings
She could live like a queen if she was miss too $hort
Have 2 babies, get child support
But at this point she gets nathin from me
I aint fakin it, freak, Im just makin the beat
So dont dance, ride the strip
All day long playin too $hort hits
Pop in the tape and start ridin
Silly young freak who started sidin
In the oaktown
(chorus):
Oaktown , oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
In the oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown , oak-oak-oaktown
Oak-oak-oak-oaktown
Oaktown
(verse 2):
See Im a true mc, Im not a mc fool
Im just rich and famous and way too cool
I get paid to rhyme and I do mean gz
You dont like my raps dont buy em please
I give you no refund cause my bass is phat
Make it hit so hard just like a punch in the back
Its that dopefiend beat got my rap on your plate
Tryin to bite my style and make a demo tape
Now could you be like me or someone else
Bass hittin hard like the freaky tales
Oaktown style it goes just like this
If you never heard me rap dont trip
Cause I hit the scene with my homie too clean
We slap hands like a tag team
Some people say they dont like cali raps
People like that must be smokin that crack
I rhyme good its been 10 long years
Gettin sick of all that stuff I always hear
Too $hort cant rap, hes from the westcoast
Between me and you patna I sell the most
So lets take it to the stage and dont get scared
Cause me and too clean, we come well prepared
They call me playboy short, and the girls I play
Every single day
In the oaktown
(chorus): till the end
song performed by by Too Short
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Straight From Queens
Uncle
Rippin the microphone
And blowin the stage apart.
These mcs aint got no heart
They need to quit before they start.
Shakin and breakin em down
Best at least
F***in em up up at least
Smackin em in a pilek
Now have a stomp and a smile g.
Raisin
Replacin
Like jason
When I be chasin
These rappers
Machetti style
Choppin down
Their petty styles bassin
All in my face
You got the mic
But I gotta getcha off it
You got my rhyme
Now cough it
Brother sweat the tip and forfeit.
Youre nada
Know nota
Im hotter
Youre a slow trotter.
Karate
Switch the e into an a
And its karata.
When I come on
Im rippin it up
Just like a madman.
I fly your head
Chop off your legs
And make your head stand.
Tax and wreckin these chumps
All of them I rub out.
You know the time
Whats on your mind
You know I never go out.
I be breakin bouts
Ya boys
Your block is full of bums see.
You never was too clever
Stick the fork in you
Youre done g.
The instrumentll rip
With the ultimate
Of all the rappers.
Toe to toe
Whenever I go
I guarantee
The flow will smack ya.
Pumpin ya full a lead
Just like a 9
Kickin it off in half the time
Takin a break
And makin mine
Youre way behind.
Ya needed a title
And all the uncle
Made your title for ya
Hopin
And prayin
And wishin
That I cant rap
But I rip all a yall
In half
Look at me laugh
Ya hee-haw style
Ya kick it
Mmmmm I see goodies
Gimme the mic and hoodie
Now Ill dick it.
Any
The every
The his
The hers
Of those
Of theirs
Of them.
I see your title
Around your neck
Just swingin loose
I take your gem.
Im takin it off you neck
With every line that I select
And rappin it up and cuttin
While Im starin
With disrespect.
Bustin off
Yeah
Squeezin like a vice grip
Blowin ya off the stage
Into the crowd
So have a nice trip.
Im takin control
I hold
The microphone is good as gold
Fly so many heads
I built my twenty-fifth
Totem pole.
Turnin it out
And gettin wrecked
Is just a understatement.
How special to rap a flat
Puttin his head
Inside the pavement.
Burnin em up
Just like a flame thrower
Rippin em
With the cool flower.
Takin em out in pairs
Like the man, noah
Holdin em up
Just like a trophy
For the world to see.
You really aint superb
You see
Youre goin out
Like a girl to me.
Takin your little
Boo-hoo baby
Tear drop
Cryin style
Breakin it down
Until theres dust
And ima vacuum up the pile.
Showin
And provin
And groovin
And makin a movie
On the mic.
Slappin a marlboro
In his mouth
Just like
A dirty little tyke.
Master of the murderous
Maniac
Mad style
Amazin man
Mackin the mic
Since I was just
A mere child.
Props and props
More props than terminator 2
With pen and pad
I play to you
And on the cross-fader too.
Endlessly with energy
Undefeatable lyrically
Expandin my empire
You dont wanna test me.
Wizard of funkadelic
Every albums like a relic
Bite the line
Chewin on mine
But ya never live to tell it.
Bustin it off quick
Flippin the script
Thats in the bushes
Then walkin around the jam
Im handin out pounds
And mushes.
Youre makin a face
You wanna test my slick manuever?
Your best to rock a break beat
Or somethin you can groove to.
Even if every rapper
In the world was makin jams
As soon as I set this off
Their mics are slidin
Out their hands.
Rockin the junkys world
With the release
Of every single
Back in the days
I told ya
I need a beat
To make ya jingle.
Overlord
Droppin the sword
And choppin off the mic cord.
Rappers are dead
All over the street
In every state I toured.
Im dealin the truth
With living god
Thats right before ya eyes.
And Ill be rollin
In hoods and sneakers
You can keep the suit and ties.
No sell out
Bet ya uncle never dies.
Gimme that microphone
Ill rip it up
Until sunrise
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Breakin Bells
(lyrics that are in parenthenses are uncertain)
(if you can correct these parts, please email me!)
When it comes to smokin lyrics (then this rappers on track? )
(production ? ? ? between my brain I will wreck? )
No matter what the job Im asked Ill always do it well
My skill my perpetual Ill only excel
(to a power Ill remain? ) superior to all
Ill handle any task no matter big or small
For my rapping capability, Im never underrated
When it comes to smokin lyrics, Im always nominated.
Im the number one contender in the hip-hop race
(all the penalties Im falling from for? ) now u must face
The ultimate challenger, of course thats me
Super rapper t-la rock, Im the (greatest? ) mc
With my voice so stimulating, feels so seductive
One cant help but find themselves reluctant
To attend the performance of another vocalist
(and so it will follow to rap like this? )
song performed by by Prodigy
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The Power
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I've got the power, uh
I've got the power
I've got the power, wa-wa-what-what, uh
I've got the power, woah-oh-oh
Like the crack of the whip I attack
Front to back in this thing called rap
Dig it like a shovel rhyme devil
On a heavenly level
Bang the bass, turn up the treble
Radical mind day and night all the time
Seven to fourteen wise divine
Maniac brainiac winning the game
I'm the lyrical Jesse James
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what you got?
I've got the power, yeah
I've got the power, say it loud
I've got the power, uh, say what
I've got the power, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Quality, I possess some say I'm fresh
When my voice goes through the mesh
Of the microphone that I am holdin'
Copywritten lyrics so they can't be stolen
If they are, H-Blockx
Don't need the police to try to save them
Your voice will sink so please, stay off my back
Or I will attack and you don't want that
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what you got, what you got, what you got?
I've got the power, come on
I've got the power, wa-wa-what, what you got?
I've got the power, get up
I've got the power, and you know that's right, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin'
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' it's
song performed by by H-BlockX
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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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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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Funk Radio
[tr love]
Yeah
Smooth in the groove
Yo whassup man, what's up, what's goin on man, what's happenin?
[kool keith]
Yo whassup this is the one, rhythm x, x-calibur
One two, funk ignitor plus (yeah)
Comin at ya at thirty degrees.. farenheight (ha ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin ready to get busy on w-k-r-funk radio live!
(we'll burn ya!) with tr love (and moe love on the set)
And we talkin to y'all from los angeles
Live, on w-k-r-funk radio, our own station
See rappers don't know, i snatch a beat
I hear a beat, i catch a beat
The rhythm x roll up, my style gets critical
Brain connects, computer rhymes get phsyical
I walk low, and howl with no afro
X with a bald head, like fidel castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two girls are buggin, sayin, "keith is my boyfriend!"
But i come back though, start the attack though
Add up some points, like i'm playin nintendo
Now look at the game, i move step in first place
Leave em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see the record sizzle and turn though
Hittin the top like a hot 45
Like, "ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - stayin alive, stayin alive"
Yeah, gettin back into business
Rappers get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups
Now pick up your brain, and come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid you're dumb, standin still with dead weight
Rappers try to plex, i mark x
I stamp x, and throw em another x
X-tra rhythm flow, x-tra metaphor
X-tra hype and dope, x-tra cupid feet
X-tra body heat, x-tra brain power
X-tra cash flow, you soft cauliflower
But i do get swift, change the pitch if
You got the rhymes and hammer foots to dance with
Yo, let's get the dead party jumpin
Rappers are crazy wack, and ain't sayin nothin
While people are steady, sweaty tired and boring
Let me go on, steppin to and flow on
And so on, turn the mic in my show on
Please the crowd with some super dope hype stuff
Lyrical metaphor, and some of that right stuff
Shakin your brain up, wakin your brain up
Confusin your mind like a block or rubik's cube
Think about it, you probably don't understand
With a lower iq, a weak brain my man
So listen up, and go on back to school
Fool.. you ain't jack
Yeah that's comin live from w-k-r-funk
With dj moe love, tr love
We gon', bring it out, by special request
For tr funky love
[tr love]
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction rhythm x
I appreciate it
Yeah the phones are lightin up crazy
We want the 103rd caller to come in
And win them disco pants in the contest
Now if you ready for some more live hype stuff
So here it is..
Some rappers can flow and, rock off the slow jam
Stay hype, continously, cause i know i can
Rock off tempo, fast or even hyper
Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper
Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stanyin steady
In the lane, rock'n'roll ready
On, any, mc type wannabe like
Had to sound like, gots to be like
Wants to look like, has to act like
Now you feel like.. hmm
You know you're perpetrating? yeah right
C'mon face it, and then chase it
You can taste it, cause i placed it
Smack in your face, with five million lbs of bass
Boomin systems ads can't replace
In fact all, the rhythm is packed on tightly
+days of thunder+? not likely
Fact or fiction, while i got you scheamin
You ain't ready boy, i caught you sleepin
And searchin for a dope style, combine to watch our
Freestyle, straight from the penile
Buckwild, runnin wild with the golden mic
I'm like a flash, first you see, then you lose sight
Of the master tr, plan in hand
Destroyin a foe, who's not in demand
So act now, and for the fact now
There's no doubt in my mind, i'll be rap now
C'mon on man, c'mon!
Yo, mc's, you say you're comin back?
Huh, yo, you ain't jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[kool keith]
Jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[tr love]
Yeah, ha hah, ha hah, ha hah..
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Why Do You Think They Call It Dope?
Warning, MC's stand back
You better take a chill and observe the skill
of the man who can, so understand god damn
I got a masterpiece a master plan and a brand new
way to attack the wack cut 'em down to size
to realize LL's back
Don't sleep I'm too sweet to repeat a beat
a lyric or rhyme I wouldn't waste your time
with weak words, that's for nerds, you never heard a rhyme
So you deserve a line rougher than rough enough is enough
I'm, gonna slaughter choke ya smoke ya like a sauna
You don't really wanna
But if you wanna battle on here's a lesson: stop 'fessin
I'm a lethal weapon, you better get to steppin
off the stage, and outta my face
You're too light ?? save the bass
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
It seems like people-'ll never understand
On the microphone I'm not your average man
I cool out sometimes, I save my best rhymes
and then the toy boy thinks that he can come and get mine
Let your friends gas him up, talk trash and make bets
then gets played like those kids who tried to rob Goetz
You don't know what I'm sayin? Yo check it
Give me any microphone and god damnit I'll wreck it!
I'm coldblooded I'm about to mutilate
Last year before I left I told you to wait
But you couldn't stay loyal started goin astray
Thinkin Tom, Dick, and Harry can mess with Cool J
Is you crazy? I'm boomin, got the talent of two men
The stamina and skill in battle to kill a few men
The heart of a lion, the loyalty of a soldier
I wreck your whole mob then tell ya I told ya!
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Cause I don't jab around you, I come inside
Bob and weave, deceive until you get tongue tied
Brawl for all give a lyrical display
and next time you know better than to get in my way
"Yo whassup wit LL?
Will he ever make another 'Rock the Bells'?"
Yo brothers is comin up, "I think he's fallin off
I don't think he's still 'hard as hell'"
See, this is the attitude, of ignorant ones
cause they don't know, all them MC'sll get done
One or two might say, "Yo L'll be back"
but the rest they be suckin on SUGAR SMACKS
Talkin that crap about who's better than me
You think so? Just let a MC
make me mad enough, to really wanna battle
I put a L on his ass like he was cattle!
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Just cause I make a love song, or say a simple rhyme
"Boom, move over L, it's Miller Time"
I don't know whether to laugh, get ill or get wild
Cause brothers don't realize, I got so many styles
like triplin up the words, confusin all the nerds
Heard put my sights on mics and ?? flippin above the word
to the mother, no other
MC brother, can mess with Ladies Lover
I'm original, I'm bright under color
And when I get on the mic, yo I burn rubber
Can't stand criticism, give 'em an exorcism
Been rockin for years, now I have wisdom
The way I'm kickin the lines you can hear my tongue twist
and it'll have your neck spinnin like you're spineless
I'm pickin 'em up, throwin 'em down
Hypin 'em up and slowin 'em down
All of these words with only one tongue
Shakin 'em up and then bakin 'em up
Smash boom bash scrapin 'em up
Now you thought that was hard, I just begun
Cause I'm a roll on the microphone
And take control just like Al Capone
I'm notorious, you're foolish if you sleep on me
Cause I'm too slick to let a rapper get sweet on me
Try to make a move for my heavyweight belt
You get played like the Wizard of Oz witch, you melt
Yo I'm crazy dope, with super hype lines
and a lot of hype lines make one dope rhyme
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Cause that's what it is
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
[cutting and scratching "Straight from Queens" to the end]
song performed by by LL Cool J
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The Case Of The Misplaced Mic II
Verse 1 - 2pac (DJ Bizzy)
They finally did it (whats that?)
They stole the mic i grip
Now that its Gone (whats wrong?)
I'm feelin' tired and sick
(How did they do it?) I don't know I wasnt sleepin that long
When i woke up (what happened brotha?)
My Microphone was gone
First I paniced (how?)
I put the cops on the case
But they was stumped (damn)
Without a clue or a trace
So as sure a smoking cigarettes is bad for your health
If i want my microphone back i'll do it my self
So I picked up the phone (For what?)
I called Dizzy (Whats up?)
My Mics gone (Wurd?)
Lets get Busy
Before I told Dizzy what I wanted to Do
He was over at my house with the TMS crew
He said (Word is out on every mouth on the street
Now that its gone its not long 'til your beat)
And then it hit me (DAMNNN)
I got a battle at 6
With out my microphone
I'm guaranteed to get whipped
Ya might think its unbelievable
But word to the strength
When it comes to rockin rhymes
Im a musical nimth
They Gave me other mics
But yo it wasn't no use
I tried to rock it (one-two one-two)
But I couldn't get loose
I said forget it
Ya microphone or not
And I got to do this
Give it all that I got (Yo what if ya loose?)
It'd be the first time I lost
But if I beat 'em it'd finally prove that I'm the boss
I grabbed my leather jacket
Walked through the streets
Was hopin and payin
Strictly dope won't get beat
I begin to get hyped
I was ready to fight
Yo I was confident that I win
To hell with the mic!
I hop on to the stage
Dizzy started the beat
The sucka shivered
Because he tasted defeat
Then I signaled to Dizzy
Bust a rhyme wit my head
Perpetrator fell back (HA!)
And then he was dead
I was happy as hell
'Cause I was lucky that night
Put my hand in my pocket
And there was my mic
haha
(now why you tell em that?)
The case of the misplaced mic
Verse 2 2pac (Rock T)
I'm down with Strictly Dope
(so?) That means I'm more than you can handle
(hot?) I'm hotter than the wax from a candle
(me?) That's Rock T he's my microphone companion
(Lyrics?) Full of knowledge truth and understandin'
(hobbies?) Rappin' is my only recreation
(retire?) Ya must be on some kind of medication
(why!?) Cuz I'll never loosin up my mic grip
(drugs?) Never cuz i'm livin on the right tip
(Sex?) Only with my girl becasue I love her
(Babies?) Impossible I always use a rubber
(board?) Rarely 'cause I'm keepin' myself busy
(scratch?) Nah, I leave the cuttin' up to Dizzy
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Intro
* an exception was made because this song has actual lyrics
A child was born in the east on day
Moved to the west coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered elite
Became a young gangster in the streets of l.a.
Lost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never lost his hard core obsession to rhyme
New york's hip hop movement broke loose
Dj's cut records,raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the west coast mc king
But after his inauguration there was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his throne
A simple job,he had no crew,he stood all alone
Assassins came in groups mc could survive
But he showed no mercy,he rapped blood thirsty
Battlin' from friday on to thursday
Never losin' a 'bout,never ending in doubt
Every confrontation k.o. knock out
On his never ending journey to the t.o.p.
The l.a. player m.c. ice-t
song performed by by Ice T
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Short Rap
Short rap (echo)
Repeat x2
Short rap, is everything
Its what I think, its what I sing
Cause Im a rapper, who lets you know
When it comes to music, I will grow
Rap more raps than any mc
Your rap aint rap cause your rap aint me
Short rap, is what you find
The mastermind, short rap that rhyme
Too short baby, thats the name
When I rap my rap I rap that game
I tell it to you like you always knew
Short raps not fake, its always true
Its me, its you, short rap is life
Its everyday and every night
And I dont just say its this and that
Its everything, its what short raps
Short rap (echo)
Itz what?
Short rap(echo)
Fresh
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
S-h-o-r-t-r-a-p
Short rap is what I call this beat
Rap that rap like no one else
Im sir too short all by myself
I make fresh raps without your help
And all I want is fame and wealth
Smooth in the game, just like that
And all you hear me say is rap
Short (echo)
Short rap, is way to hard
Every I stop, its time to start
Cause what you find, when I say rhymes
Is a non-stop rap, right on time
Im the kind of person you always thought
Couldnt make a record that would be bought
Sir too short, it couldnt be
Short rap, whats that, short rap is me
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
So so fresh
I like tenders, young and hot
You never hear short say baby why not?
Im sir too short, Im so down
Mc rapper from the oakland town
You better get up, short raps a song
It really aint short, its much too long
Cause I dont stop, once I start
Short rap, whats that, short rap is art
Took my rap to the neighborhood
From day one too short was good
True mcs make sucka mcs
In my time they rap like me
A brotha said short, hes good as you
Saw me on stage and learned the truth
I was born, to hit the tops
Short rap, I dont stop
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Short rap has now affected you
Short rap wont stop until I get through
Short rap could knock,
Sucka mcs stop biting on you and start biting on me
And I wont get mad, cause Im so bad
The rap you have is the rap I had
Now if you want, my new short rap
You can put it in your shorts and bite on that
Sucka mc, you know Im fresh
A rap in my trash can top your best
Check it out boy, here and now
How will you rap when you dont know how
I wish I could hear you answer that
It just wont work and thats short rap
Try to make you understand
Dont make more raps, just be a fan
Short rap(echo)
Short rap, is it sad or funny
I thought you knew short rap is money
Sucka mc, you dont need help
All you need to do is something else
Cause mc rappers are all around
And sucka mcs are like bloodhounds
Sniffing away, to find a rhyme
Just quit rapping and you wont rap mine
Short rap, Im so hard
She got her butter on my candy bar
No time to play, just work and work
I gotta kick back, call me bizurke
Cause thats just all she made me go
Toss it up short, I know you know
Short rap, is everything
Her worst nightmare, her wettest dream
Her mind, her body, short rap is life
Shes just a friend, shes not my wife
I wouldnt even let her in my car
And the babe said Im her lucky star
Im a fresh young bachelor, I roll caddy
86 her cause she said daddy
But thats not it, it wasnt that
Short rap is life so let me rap
I gotta stop sooner, but Ill stop later
Im her man, Im not a player
And I know just what shes thinking of
Sir too short, and all her love
But then she asked for my love back
And all I had was too short raps
I cant lie, I tried to try
Your fun not one, but dont asked why
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
Is everything
Short rap(echo)
Short rap(echo)
I dont stop, baby
Short rap, is everything
Its what I think, its what I sing
Short rap, in stereo
Short is what you think you know
Your rap is fresh, but look at me
I rap more rhymes than any mc
Living so close up on the hill
Short rap wont stop, it never will(echo)
song performed by by Too Short
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Know How
Verse 1
Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me
Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it
Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I'm not fakin' it
Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf
Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow
My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how
Party people, I got know...how
I kick it just like this...
Verse 2
I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant
Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident
Yes, cuz I'm that type of man
Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am
I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder
Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under
I make no errors, mistakes or blunders
It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder
My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well
Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell
It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus
And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts
Smooth operator, female persuader
Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her
I got the kind of style for the here and the now
And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how
Party people, I got know...how
Bust it!
Verse 3
MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin'
I'll treat 'em like doublemint gum and start chewin'
I spit 'em out when the flavour's gone
And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn
Cuz I'm tough like a bone, sly like Stallone
Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone
Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror
Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors
Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard
With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard
Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often
Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften
Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect
I start to build like a builder from a architect
Movin' all around, above and under the ground
You see my face, and then you hear my sound
Comin' atcha with the mic in hand
I'm gonna take command just the way I planned
Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan
Don't you understand? I'm like Superman
Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal?
You better be for real, I got sex appeal
This is what I feel, and this here's my vow
And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how...and I'm chillin', never illin'
In my mouth I got two fillin's...whatever!
I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over
My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it...
song performed by by Young MC
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Get Loose
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, marcus smith, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
Get loose
Vanilla ice is here with the juice.
No use for steppin so give the bass a boost
Produced by the 3 man crew
Not a deuce just a hit man.
Keepin rappers necks in a noose
Im gettin juiced up,
But vanillas not souped up.
Check out the read dope track that I looped up
All you poo but suckas plain the back in fact black.
If you run up Ill flip you like a flapjack,
An roll you up like a knappack
Crack that skull with bat
You shouldve known youre raps wacked
You lack the style and skill to even get paid.
Grab the mic and you will verbally get slayed.
I raid the track like a terrorist
And with my napalm bomb lyrics,
I got em scared of this.
So be prepared to be taken to the twilight zone
And the vip is bad to the bone.
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Aint no way against me you can get juice
Back off the stage,
An watch vanilla ice get loose.
Get loose...all the ladies, get loose...all the fellas, get
Loose...all the brothers, get loose...all the mothers, get
Loose...all the sisters, get loose...now the dogs, get
Loose...everybody, here we go, here we go
Get loose as I boost the juice
Once more for the people who wanted it.
An didnt know whats in store,
Ive got another big hit
Of course a vanilla rides the groove like a gemballa
Porsche.
I got zero on the cut like a lumberjack better yet a
Butcher
Guaranteed to put cha in the right mood
We make ya dance in a frenzy.
Suckas gettin mad cuz Im getting all the skins g
Plus Im makin all the ends g.
And the women wanna ride my pickle like it was a bicycle
Or just lick it like a popsicle.
I got a little time to waste so baby put it in my face
I wanna taste you neta and I bet-cha,
I get-cha, right where I wan-cha,
And Im about to let-cha have it.
Im talking about my carrot, youre the bunny rabbit
Here it is baby doll, honey, grab it
Open up so I can have it.
Ooh...whee do like bbd and do me baby
Youre the lady who makes
Me looney screamin ice ice baby
Straight knockin the boots just cuz Im a super star.
And she knows this thats why I do her far
Or should I say long, if you know what I mean.
Im talking about my ice cream - yea
I make the girls scream, as I give up the juice
Vanilla ice is here, to make the girls get loose...
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Nitro
[ll cool j]
Check this
I excel, they fell, I said - well, hell
L can yell or make em melt like gel
I signed the contracts that buils up stacks
Play the wall or fall I stand tall youre small in fact
Step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact will distract
Your attention away, from the rest who say
They can mess with cool j the best of to-day
And best cause the rhymes are so funky fresh
Ima attack smack and make em stand back
Black strong as cognac I got the knack
To rhyme to the rhythm of this, and give em a gift
Thats swift, other rappers are stiff and dont riff with
Mr. smith, cause that aint safe
I get you wide open like an uncut eighth
I write to fight, dont bite, to reach heights
The mic makes right, give me the spotlight
So I can prove the pen is mightier than the sword
Ll hard as hell, the lyrical lord
The counterfeit misfits that rap had to admit that
My rhymes are so dangerous, I need a permit to rap
Solo, on the microphone
Mcs -- dont let me catch you alone
Im nitro!
Yo, I got the kick of a kettle drum, guaranteed to overcome
Youre just a minimum, messin with the maximum
And when I swung my tongue among the high strung
Young mcs, they all got done by the legend
Every second Im wreckin
Not a mistake youll find, but you can keep checkin
Out the sound youll find that its genuine
Bet that youll rewind this a thousand times
You can taste the bass like its filet-of-sole
I leave the microphone full of bullet holes
I drop the bomb like Im in nam and go beyond
The normal boundaries of too much harm
To mcs, but as they say please I freeze
Rhymes like these kill like a disease
Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
Because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose
I kill rappers at random, I dont understand em
The ones I didnt get, are on a memorandum
Lines I recite are spontaneous
The nursery rhymes you write, are miscellaneous
So pass the crown, bow down and give in
Im the prince of rap, thats how we livin
Settin milestones on the microphone
Empires are overthrown, and I aint even baritone
No joke I spoke then God stroke
As job tried to sweat the style and got soaked
Conquered and killed on the microphone
Mcs -- dont let me catch you alone
Lls nitro!
Nitro!
Yo, flammable -- like gasoline
Threatening -- like a guillotine
Its like a bad dream when you battle my team
I go to every extreme to make mcs scream
Im clever, I last forever, we can do whatever
With whoever, whenever, I never
Ever got rocked, stopped or dropped
They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct
Im so nice yo, flowin with the maestro
Murderin and hurtin mcs because Im nitro
The earthquakesll kill snakes and fakes
You cant flake, you made a mistake, give me a break, thanks
Now that were straight and thats clear
Watch all the big mouths - dissapear
Disintergrate, deteriorate, fall
I demonstrate, and devestate you all
Theres no doubt about the fact I turn it out, the wack
Be on the lookout, ll made a comeback
Full of power, ima devour
I stand tall as a tower, I wont allow a
Mc to c-o-m-e, c-l-o-s-e
Play me long d-i-s-t-a-n-c-e, m-cs
On the microphone, Im nitro!
Nitro!
Yo (funky)
I daze amaze faze blaze and beat em down
Nowadays they crave and praise, the funky sound I pound
Rhymes I write em in, recite em and then slide em in
Order to slaughter comp that start soon as I begin
Total domination, across the nation
Devestation, cut sensation, its the invasion
Of l the terrible, devestating rhymin wiz
I cut through through do and chew, you know what time it is
Slick, I get off of kicks, vick your flick
Hard as bricks, rock ya sick over the mix
The l, l, c, o, o -- l j period now you know bro!
N-i-t-r-o yo go for what you know
Unless youre dumb cause yo Im nitro-glycerin
Listenin and takin notes
Icin enticin and slicin throats
song performed by by LL Cool J
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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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hard Rock Kid
(tom lang/additional lyrics by myles goodwyn & mike stone)
Published by goody two tunes, inc./additional publishers - bmi
The boy inside the man, looks hard into the night
The neighborhood cant get to sleep
The stereo is playing something hard and fast
The boy is tough, he plays for keeps
No ones gonna tell him hes too wild
Everybody knows hes a problem child
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Its a hard time, its a fine line, for a hard rock kid
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Leave him alone, hes in a hard rock zone
In the shadows, theres a heart thats beating strong
And through the night, he feels the heat
Hes like a stranger as he dances on the stage
Hes made a promise that he cant keep
But no ones gonna tell the boy hes wild
Everybody knows hes a hungry child
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Its a fine line, its a hard time, for a hard rock kid
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Leave him alone, hes in a hard rock zone
She watches as he turns, pretending not to care
And yet she knows the way he feels
The need for love so strong, together they can win
For now the musics all thats real
But no ones gonna tell the boy hes wild
Everybody knows hes a problem child
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Its a hard time, its a fine line, for a hard rock kid
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Leave him alone, hes in a hard rock zone
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Its a hard time, its a fine line, for a hard rock kid
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Leave him alone, hes in a hard rock zone
song performed by by April Wine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Prozac
Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Im heavy like a holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son, now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, dont give it up (uh)
Im all up in you till you just cant get enough
Im real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath its for real cause Im gonna get mine
I roll up on you like eastwood
Im blowing up fifteens as Im riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
Im in your grill, peep this - I got the raw deal
And in your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When youre rolling through the hood I know youre gonna use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So pump the e.q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
Go and check it I think its time to wreck it
Here I come again with my stuff, so lets test it
Im cool like the ice, or vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin up the mic, I hit you with somethin you can savor
No slippin, no stonein, I am gettin to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
The easy like stylist with a kick when Im kicking
No tripping, Im hitting, so get a good grip in
Get with a style I be using, and theres no dissin
And heres a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson
Listen up close and therell be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother Im hear to tear it up
And if you cant get with it, I dont give a fu_k
So run to your crew and tell them I am hear
This here is for the people
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Prozac
Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Im heavy like a holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son, now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, dont give it up (uh)
Im all up in you till you just cant get enough
Im real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath its for real cause Im gonna get mine
I roll up on you like eastwood
Im blowing up fifteens as Im riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
Im in your grill, peep this - I got the raw deal
And in your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When youre rolling through the hood I know youre gonna use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So pump the e.q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
Go and check it I think its time to wreck it
Here I come again with my stuff, so lets test it
Im cool like the ice, or vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin up the mic, I hit you with somethin you can savor
No slippin, no stonein, I am gettin to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
The easy like stylist with a kick when Im kicking
No tripping, Im hitting, so get a good grip in
Get with a style I be using, and theres no dissin
And heres a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson
Listen up close and therell be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother Im hear to tear it up
And if you cant get with it, I dont give a fu_k
So run to your crew and tell them I am hear
This here is for the people
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How Hard Is It
(Mad Spider)
Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun
On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume?
Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin (???)
In Avenue D. in Brooklyn New York City
ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by the block
I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top
Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight
The Privates' don't make the orders it's the General that makes the wig-wack
Buy her back, buy a cat, I got scratched in a day to kidnap
and at night I was back and the Jeep got attacked by a gang that sold crack
But the posse was strapped it was nothin' but CRAP!!
I got cuffed in the back, in the jail there were rats
So I pulled out my mack to get out of this crap
Though I wish I could zap outta here but I quack like a dog
that pass gats so I put the gas mask on the mic
there were blasts cause I do it it's my task
And all the jumper the guys that I see to me pass the class
Check out the vocab, it'll get out, then get it, do it again
gift of the guy if you're good you're good, if you're bad you're bad
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
(Pras)
One, two (ONE, TWO), three, four (THREE, FOUR)
Hardcore (HARDCORE), hardcore (HARDCORE)
Yo, watch yourself for your health I'll snatch your last breath
Then I left you up for another one bites the dust
You couldn't ride me if you went behind the bush, gush
Leave the style alone, don't try to follow me
Cause a life of the hood make it a little triggery
So keep your eyes on the prize, don't be surprised
Cause on my half I may pull out a semi-automatic sixty-eight
watch around my back it's mainly static
Droppin' emcees like a bad habit
Here come the Pras with a new package
(Wyclef Jean)
Mad and they ignorance, think they can test the performance of an ancient (RAPPER!!)
Let me break it down in a dialect (BADDER!!)
Easier said than what the mono said
cause there's more than righter rapper, paid for the rapper be-bop
Cause he said everybody's rappin', them and they momma
So when I grab the mic I grab it like a gangster
Microphone sniper cause it'll be the prowler
(Mad Spider)
Launch it, it's trife, no magic, the realistic maggot
Don't leave the gadget or you'll be gat it
Simple - the riddle, who's the monkey in the middle
What's the goose - um!
So let me cut his neck loose yo
I keep it positive and not so negative
These is when you diss, emcees take it
So send it to they call the battle
I'ma raw I let it rappin' now I'm more
your ball, you're waitin' for me to fall, but I won't, ssss...
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
(Levi)
I gotta jump on the A-Train, I saw cat with a scat he was blowin' like coal-train
My boys' said give him a call, I gave him a dollar, he said are you a rapper?
Kids have a seat and don't miss a beat and listen to the battle of the saxin' in your emcee
(Wyclef Jean)
Now Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock call
(It could mean rewind the gun-check me baby)
(Lauryn Hill)
I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
(It could mean rewind the gun-check me baby)
I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
Coolin' breezin' at the teas and how can emcees do was sneeze
(FLOWER, BLOW!!)
(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? (Hard as it can get)
So how hard is it?...
song performed by by Fugees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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