Bug Powder Dust
(section 2 at 0:00)
[i think its time to discuss your ah
Philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavor]
Check it, yo!
I always hit the tape with a rough road style
You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles
Keep my rhymes thick like a danish brew
So you could call me black and tan when Im a wreckin a crew
Im like bill lee whacking when hes in tangiers
And now Im out on the sole surviving with my beatnik peers
Analog reel and a little distortion
Smokin on somethin syou could say Im scorchin
I never been the type to rap up a well
Make a man burn his draft card like it was hell
Send ya up the river like you lookin for kurtz
I got the mugwump jism up in every verse
(refrain 2x)
Bug powder dust a mugwump jism
And the wild boys runnin into some trippin
Led into control about the big brothah
Try like hard to not blow my cover
Whos that man in the windowpane
Got somethin on his tongue and its startin to stain
Sho nuff equip so wop nget dancester
Butt bond my ladder and youll get beat down
Hash bond style so Im singin day glow
Wakin up the dead like serpent and the rainbow
Kick off the shoes and relax your feet
Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat
(...)
song performed by by Prodigy
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Wanna Be Startin Somethin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
1st verse
I took my baby to the doctor
With a fever, but nothing he found
By the time this hit the street
They said she had a breakdown
Someones always tryin to start my baby cryin
Talkin, squealin, lyin
Sayin you just wanna be startin somethin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
2nd verse
You love to pretend that youre good
When youre always up to no good
You really cant make him hate her
So your tongue became a razor
Someones always tryin to keep my baby cryin
Treacherous, cunnin, declinin
You got my baby cryin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Youre a vegetable, youre a vegetable
Still they hate you, youre a vegetable
Youre just a buffet, youre a vegetable
They eat off of you, youre a vegetable
3rd verse
Billie jean is always talkin
When nobody else is talkin
Tellin lies and rubbin shoulders
So they called her mouth a motor
Someones always tryin to start my baby cryin
Talkin, squealin, spyin
Sayin you just wanna be startin somethin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Youre a vegetable, youre a vegetable
Still they hate you, youre a vegetable
Youre just a buffet, youre a vegetable
They eat off of you, youre a vegetable
Ad-lib
If you cant feed your baby (yeah, yeah)
Then dont have a baby (yeah, yeah)
And dont think maybe (yeah, yeah)
If you cant feed your baby (yeah, yeah)
Youll be always tryin
To stop that child from cryin
Hustlin, stealin, lyin
Now babys slowly dyin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Ad-lib
Lift your head up high
And scream out to the world
I know I am someone
And let the truth unfurl
No one can hurt you now
Because you know whats true
Yes, I believe in me
So you believe in you
Help me sing it, ma ma se,
Ma ma sa, ma ma coo sa
Ma ma se, ma ma sa,
Ma ma coo sa
(repeat/fade-out)
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Pass It On
Ladies and Gentlemen, we've got Everlast in here
I think he has something to say
I'm here to uplift, I don't bug, I don't drift away from my subject
Not even if my music stops or my beat is gone
I'm just here to express myself and pass it on
Speak much words of wisdom, Everlast has to jism
So sit back and relax, kick up your feet and listen to E
'Cause that's me no others can be, half as fine
I'll blow your mind, with the m-i-c
Get off the tip quick, boy you making me sick
No other brother could be as smart as my man Kool Nick
Understand, he's my man with the plan
We come to parties with the possies, just to gain some fans
The posse is strong, the line is long
People flocking to my shows just to hear a song
It's not a diss, it's a mouth full of bliss
Throw your hands in the air and blow me a kiss from the crowd
'Cause I'm proud, I'll say my name loud, Everlast pounds songs
Like a thunderin' cloud, it's not rock and roll
It's hip hop music, it's got a lot of soul if you learn how to use it
Well, I'm here to tell suckers to go to hell
Others tried to take me down, there the ones who fell
Ignorence, was then there for
Take it a little at a time, don't go for it all at once
Because that's just stupid, it don't make cents
Just relax and move your body don't look so tense
I'm not here to diss nobody, I'm just having some fun
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one so pass it on
With the forty in my fist, brakin' out my list
Of all the suckers I'm out to diss
There's none to match me, or ever catch me off my guard
So they can scratch me off the MC All-Star Team
Everlast is number one, that means I reign supreme
'Cause there ain't no other, listen up brother
Just 'cause I'm white don't mean that I'm another sucker
On the microphone, frontin' and fakin'
Not Mexican, Asian, Black, or Jamaican
Just a sensation made to be Caucassion
Get ready brothers, here comes an invasion
Don't try to stop it, you got a rhyme drop it
You might detect that respects my topic
I won't rush you, but I'll discuss it
Go ahead and pop a shot if you think you can bust it
I'll go on and talk some more, I guarentee you won't be bored
If you get on the floor and go for yours, say that you did it
Get up get out your seat get on the floor and get with it
And listen to the rhyme I like to call mine
I rehearse every verse and soon you will find not one mistake
So don't try to brake and talk about takin out my dope rhymes I make
So pass 'em on
You're going wild for my flowing style
I don't stutter, I utter words
Versitile and entertain with my brain
I always wear a smile and don't front and fake
I run the whole mile, you clap 'cause I snap like a Crockadile
Whether I'm on the stage or in my domecile
I'm not afraid to tell, I'm no joke
You schemin' for my lyrics 'cause you know they're dope
Don't give me nothin', Pour a glass of Rosae
I say soul to your health, then I blow you away
Up the ladder, success I'm climbin'
Feirce like a lion, keepin' ducks tame
Murderin' MC's till none remain, until I'm number one
Shinin' like the sun, with a mic and a host
I'm a run you down, gunnin' down M.C.s and writin' on the wall
I gotta show down if you got the balls, commence is my defense
'Cause you makin' me tense
I make a lot a dollars but I make more cents so pass it on
Pass it on, pass it down the line, I can flow with the best
I go rhyme for rhyme, with a punk claimin' they got talent
Thinkin' they got something but what you don't realize is
Everlast is number one, 'cause Everlast is on a superior level
Go ahead and laugh, call me the devil, I don't care
Yeah my skin is fair but I fill it rhyme for rhyme
Anytime with you or any part of your crew
And when I finish, take a sip of my brew and step off
Clear my throat with a cough and bust a move
To prove that I'm hard not soft with my DJ Bilal my beat will be final
You listen to my beat, you get nourished with wisdom and knowledge
Yeah I went to college and if you get dissed I won't appologize
That's not part of my rise, I go on and on
I go to any length, I like to see the crowd move
When I come on I'm trying to get my message across and pass it on
song performed by by Everlast
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Somethng To Believe In
Hmm I especially enjoyed that one. lets see whats next.
I believe that realitys gone
Disillusions real
I believe that realitys gone
And theres nothing to feel
If you take these things
Things that we hold dear
Hands of crime is all youll find
Chorus
Give me somethin
Somethin to believe in
Somethin to believe in
Somethin to believe in
Somethin to believe in
I believe in the changin of the guard
Put our feet on the ground
See how it is in your own backyard
Everything breaks down
Do you accept what you are told
Without even thinking
Throw it all youll make your own
Chorus
Where they lead
You will follow
Well I guess thats just the way it goes
And if you go away
Youll be doing what they say
And if youve got a life
Youll be seeing that its right
If you take home anything
Let it be your own two feet
The more single you become
The better off youll be
Chorus
song performed by by Offspring
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Bringing It Back
[verse one]
I know Im not the only one thats filling the void
Creatively hip-hop is being destroyed
A lot of rappers really need to be unemployed
Because the topics that them talk about has got me annoyed
You see I heard it all before, theres no need to repeat it
The forms I vacated, might as well delete it
Put your program in and open a new file
You shoulda took your record advance and bought a style
We the only crew that came original
While a lot of other brothers just mimic the pile
The pile thats only designed for pop charts
That contradicts thought, thats the reason we brought
It back cause honestly it lacks
Talent and creativity, in fact
These are symptoms to somethin thats wack
And your system senseless to witness that
So, baby if you wanna, we gon speak on it
We gon tell the world why hip-hop is haunted
Money is a drug and mcs is on it
We gon take it back to the days of mantronix
[chorus]
Yo *snap* we bringin it back
Check it out cause we bringin it back
All dj crews thats cuttin, you bringin it back
We bringin it back
All b-boys breakin and bustin, bringin it back
We bringin it back
Ima do the cabbage patch to solidify we bringin it back
Black eyed peas straight bringin it back, check it out
[verse two]
Yall, your rhymes aint ready, you dead like kenny
Approachin on the mic soundin hefty
Ummmmmm, lustin for them pennies
Far too many, mcs wanna praise they bentleys
Yo, we breakin it down with the art
Dj and breakin up on the chart
Mcs pull out your mic, rip it apart
Writers - hit up the wall, put up your mark and
Set get ready, hold yourself steady
Tryin to make a turn like aunt betty
Sharp on the mic and slice like a machete
Feelin the beat, real deep, down to my belly
Back in the essence, rhyme with the reasons
Too many mc lost the true meanin
Hip-hop, bringin it back with the feelin
Yall, were bringin it back with the feelin
So love me if you wanna, but ima speak on it
Ima tell the world why hip-hop is haunted
Money is a drug and mcs is on it
We gon take it back to the days of soulsonic
[chorus] w/ variations
[chorus two]
Yo, we bringin it back
Check it out look we bringin it back
All djs scratchin and cuttin, you bringin it back
We bringin it back
All b-girls breakin and bustin, you bringin it back
We bringin it back
Ima do the running man to solidify we bringin it back
Black eyed peas steady bringin it back, check it out
B-girls {*echoes*} b-boys (*echoes*}
B-girls {*echoes*}
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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A Little Somethin'
(LL Cool J)
Here we go - another funky style
Peace to my brothers on "Rikers' Isle"
Introducin' the crew, that's goin' a mile
To get behind the ropes, stop actin' wild
This here part is like section one
so you can bug-a-loo and set fire to your buns
Early mornin' light is yet to come
And when it come, we'll get buggy in the sun
Females - let your hair down
Cause this is how we do it when we go uptown
with the funky sound, the razzamatazz
you give me to the "sploshers", you can get your-a blast
Enter at your own risk - some brothers got weapons
Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied
and answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone
Leanin' on the wall next to grandma's mop
With the funky, funky groove that's far from pop
Dosey-do your partner all night long
and all you mothers, bring your kids along
(Chorus: LL Cool J)
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) Huh, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) yeah, hah, I do a little somethin'
(Yo Uncle) whassup, whassup?
(Yo Uncle) (just kick a little somethin'...)
(LL Cool J)
Ain't no mountain high enough to overcome this
funky-like type of stuff
The feds are ridiculous, they call my bluff
Oh, my wrists are too skinny to hold me with cuffs
I got the sure-shot guaranteed mover
Suck it like a hoover and do ya whole maneuver
Don't stop till you get it on
With ya head be- boppin' like a bouncy ball
They do it in the park, they do it in the mall
But when I do it (yeah), I'm doin' it for y'all
Asiatic, automatic, your funky fanatic without no s
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Hey, Good Lookin'
JIMMY BUFFETT:
Hey, hey, good lookin'
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
GEORGE STRAIT:
Hey, hey, sweet baby,
Don't ya think maybe
We can find us a brand-new recipe?
ALAN JACKSON:
I got a hot rod Ford and a 2-dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill
CLINT BLACK:
There's soda pop and the dancin's free
So if you wanna have fun, come along with me
KENNY CHESNEY:
Say hey, good lookin'
Whatcha got cookin'?
TOBY KEITH:
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
JIMMY BUFFETT:
Let's stir it up, boys.
JIMMY BUFFETT:
I'm free and I'm ready
Maybe we can go steady
CLINT BLACK:
How's about savin' all your time for me?
KENNY CHESNEY:
No more lookin'
TOBY KEITH:
I know I've been tooken
ALAN JACKSON:
How's about keepin' steady company?
KENNY CHESNEY:
Well, I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
TOBY KEITH:
And buy me one for 5 or 10 cents
GEORGE STRAIT:
I'll keep it till it's covered with tape
CLINT BLACK:
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page
ALL:
Say hey, good lookin'
ALAN JACKSON:
Whatcha got cookin'?
JIMMY BUFFETT:
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
CLINT BLACK:
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
GEORGE STRAIT:
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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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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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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Inside Of A Gangsta
Yeah
This is ice-t
Ima slow it down for a minute
I wanna talk to all the ladies out there
I got my man j-e-ll in the house
I got a message I wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah
Check me out
[ verse 1: ice-t ]
Its time for me to kick game
And if I cant do it, then ladies, ice aint my name
Now real brothers aint easy to understand
And its a long hard road to become a man
Drama seeks and chases him through every year
His homie dies, you might see him shed a tear
But mostly hardcore feelings are all you see
Cause you gotta be raw to be called a gee
But every man slows down
Youll see this side when theres probably no one around
And theres no safer place
Than if you ever are some gees homebase
But it aint easy, these brothers got barricades around the hearts
Its gonna take time before the trust starts
But girl, you must be true
Cause if your mans a gee, hell definitely die for you
Look him deep in his eyes, let him know youre there
Show him that you really care
Trust me, you move with time
Through the darkened halls of his mind
You just might find
[ bobby ross avila ]
The me inside of a gangsta
Yo, jell
You know what Im sayin?
I try to represent for all the brothers out there
And I know my latin homies have the same drama with they girls, man
Wont you let em know how its goin down
[ verse 2: jell ]
Man, Im lookin for a hina thats down
But you dont have to be brown
If you wanna hang around
All you gotta do is stay in check
Cause if youre rubbin me right
Then you can bet youll get respect
And thats why I guess my feelings will have to show
How can you hide somethin thats in your soul?
Cause theres more to the l-o-c
Than all the violence, baby, that aint who I be
I know my dogs and me can still pull straps
But I rather have you rollin in my cadillac
Cause when we cruisin, thangs is all good
And that goes for every vato in the hood
Now sometimes its hard to show the other side
Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide
Cause east l.a. dont play
And if I had my way
Id kick it with you everyday
[ ice-t ]
Whether black or brown, the situations the same
Different hoods, but the same game
Some girls wont take their time
Others will stroll through our souls and find
[ bobby ross avila ]
The me inside of a gangsta
song performed by by Ice T
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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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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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Style
(style) style, uh!
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Style, dig it
(style) style, come on
Uh, style
Style is not something that comes in a bottle
Style is more like jackie o. when she was doin aristotle
Style is not a logo that sticks 2 the roof of ones ass
Style is like a second cousin 2 class
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, say what?
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, check it
Style aint sittin court side with the owner of the team
Style is owning the court and charging em all a fee
Style is not lusting after someone because theyre cool
Style is loving yourself til everyone else does 2
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, maybe
U got it! - style, well well
U got it! - style
Bridge:
Style dont get drunk on a saturday night
Try 2 dress up every sunday mornin bright
Style dont get married then break the vow in a year
Style is keepin a promise
Raise your hand yall if u hear me
(style) {x2}
Style is not biting style when u cant find the funk
Style is the face u make on a michael jordon dunk
Style aint the jeep u bought when u know your broke ass got bills
Style is lettin your lover drive while u talk on the phone and chill
U got it! - style
U got it! - style, maybe
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style
Bridge:
Style is a gold-tooth smile with an attitude
Style is a peaceful wild postin the rude
Style is growing your own food
Style is a non-violent march
Style is an accurate account of whats inside every heart (style)
Style is not a lie
Style is a man that cries
Style is the glow in a pregnant womans eyes
(style) {x4}
U got it! - style, come on
U got it! - style, do that, do that
U got it! - style, got it?
U got it! - style, mad, come on
(style) u got it! - yeah
(style) u got it!
Style is a peaceful wild yall
(style) u got it! - style
(style) u got it!
Style is not thinking about style
So let me stop (style)
(style) {repeats in bg}
Its nice man
What u call that?
Style, I like that
Its about me?
(keep, keep, keepin on, people gotta keep, keep, keepin on)
Right on (u got it!)
I aint got no job, but I got style
Style, yeah
(style) u got it!
Oh yeah
Hang on, hang on...
Style is buying your moms a house
Style is a clean mouth
Style is puppy breath
Style is no fear of death
Style is alis jab
Style is hailing a cab (style)
Then u know, givin em the finger when they pass your ass!
(style) (u got it!) bonnie, bonnie
(style) (u got it!) oh yeah
(style) shirley, shake your ass, shirley
(sytle) shirley, shirley, I love u, shirley
(style) (u got it!) {repeat in bg)
Style is mayte in the shower
Style is a soul new power
Style is when all black men are free
Style is u and me
(u got it!) {x3}
song performed by by Prince
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Nod Ya Head
[Will Smith]
We come to make it hot for you (woo)
[Christina Vidal (chorus)]
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me (nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
[Will Smith]
I am the man in black
I'm back
Breakin' the back of the random attackers
So can the flack.
Yo, I'm dangerous
I've been trained to bust
when the strange of us try to endanger us.
Praise me me ya'll
Don't nothin' phase me ya'll
When they see me they gaze be all crazy , ya'll
They say I'm a myth
trust me when if somebody rip
Out of the depths of your imagination so here's Will Smith.
Black suit, the black shades
the black shoes, black tie with the black attitude
New style black ray-bans, I'm stunnin' man.
New hot in this pitch black 600 man.
Don't you understand?
What you thought I wouldn't come again
Leave you hangin' without bringin' you the fun again.
Tanglin' with the alien scum again.
Mind your manners or the black suits runnin' in.
[Chorus]
(nod ya head!) When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me (nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
Yo check it, yo.
It's just check right. Sir Leena (?) makin' me sick right
Earth is worthless to her she be trippin' like
frettin' that me n' my mens tryin' to get the light.
Thinkin' she's superwomen
but black cryptonite.
Finishin' whatever you start, son
Best lookin' crime fighter since myself in part one.
Better act right, play nice, and sing along.
'Cause case is back and he's hype, what?
Bring it on!
We come to make it hot for you (woo)
We come to blow down the block for ya (woo)
Come to crack the street for ya (woo)
Blast the windows out ya Jeep for ya (woo)
we don't wanna hear a peep, baby (woo)
Gotsta recognize the heat, baby (woo)
It's the MIB baby
Got somethin' for all eyes to see, baby
(C-Come on)
(just nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me (Come on!)]
(nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
Check it check it.
Yo, Case closed. Erase my foes.
Chased away by the black suits, shades and clothes.
We above the law,
Feds can't touch me, ya'll.
Highly ranked, black blank ID cards.
So disregard what you think you saw.
Put that phone down, now
Who you think you callin', huh?
One little flash then... goodnight dear.
Just open your eyes, hunny; look right here.
Thank you.
Mission completed
I mean it we won't be defeated
You seen it we did it
Even with weapons depeleted
Galaxy defenders don't act like you don't remember
Taking contenders and provin' they only pretenders.
Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls
The Men is Black is back to protect the world
When the enemy is near the elites is here
So have no fear
just let me see you ..
(nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me (nod ya head)
(come on!)
(Nod ya head)When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
Come on!
We come to make it hot for you (woo)
We come to blow down the block for ya (woo)
Come to crack the street for ya (woo)
Blast the windows out ya Jeep for ya (woo)
We don't wanna hear a peep, baby (woo)
Gotsta recognize the heat, baby (woo)
It's the MIB baby (woo)
Got somethin' for all eyes to see, baby (woo!)
song performed by by Will Smith
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Nod Ya Head (The Remix) (feat. Christina Vidal And Introducing Tra-Knox)
[Will Smith]
We come to make it hot for you (woo)
[Christina Vidal (chorus)]
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me (nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
[Will Smith]
I am the man in black
I'm back
Breakin' the back of the random attackers
So can the flack.
Yo, I'm dangerous
I've been trained to bust
when the strange of us try to endanger us.
Praise me me ya'll
Don't nothin' phase me ya'll
When they see me they gaze be all crazy , ya'll
They say I'm a myth
trust me when if somebody rip
Out of the depths of your imagination so here's Will Smith.
Black suit, the black shades
the black shoes, black tie with the black attitude
New style black ray-bans, I'm stunnin' man.
New hot in this pitch black 600 man.
Don't you understand?
What you thought I wouldn't come again
Leave you hangin' without bringin' you the fun again.
Tanglin' with the alien scum again.
Mind your manners or the black suits runnin' in.
[Chorus]
(nod ya head!) When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me (nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
Yo check it, yo.
It's just check right. Sir Leena (?) makin' me sick right
Earth is worthless to her she be trippin' like
frettin' that me n' my mens tryin' to get the light.
Thinkin' she's superwomen
but black cryptonite.
Finishin' whatever you start, son
Best lookin' crime fighter since myself in part one.
Better act right, play nice, and sing along.
'Cause case is back and he's hype, what?
Bring it on!
We come to make it hot for you (woo)
We come to blow down the block for ya (woo)
Come to crack the street for ya (woo)
Blast the windows out ya Jeep for ya (woo)
we don't wanna hear a peep, baby (woo)
Gotsta recognize the heat, baby (woo)
It's the MIB baby
Got somethin' for all eyes to see, baby
(C-Come on)
(just nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me (Come on!)]
(nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
Check it check it.
Yo, Case closed. Erase my foes.
Chased away by the black suits, shades and clothes.
We above the law,
Feds can't touch me, ya'll.
Highly ranked, black blank ID cards.
So disregard what you think you saw.
Put that phone down, now
Who you think you callin', huh?
One little flash then... goodnight dear.
Just open your eyes, hunny; look right here.
Thank you.
Mission completed
I mean it we won't be defeated
You seen it we did it
Even with weapons depeleted
Galaxy defenders don't act like you don't remember
Taking contenders and provin' they only pretenders.
Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls
The Men is Black is back to protect the world
When the enemy is near the elites is here
So have no fear
just let me see you ..
(nod ya head)
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me (nod ya head)
(come on!)
(Nod ya head)When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just let it loose up in here; go crazy (let me see you nod ya head)
The way your bouncin' and shakin'
I know you're feelin' me
So get up out ya seat
Come on and nod ya head with me
Come on!
We come to make it hot for you (woo)
We come to blow down the block for ya (woo)
Come to crack the street for ya (woo)
Blast the windows out ya Jeep for ya (woo)
We don't wanna hear a peep, baby (woo)
Gotsta recognize the heat, baby (woo)
It's the MIB baby (woo)
Got somethin' for all eyes to see, baby (woo!)
song performed by by Will Smith
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Ubangi Stomp
Well, I rocked over italy and I rocked over spain
I rocked in memphis it was all the same
Till I rocked to africa and rolled off ship.
And seen them natives doing a odd looking skip
I parted the weeds and looked over the swamp
I seen them cats doing the ubangi stomp
Ubangi stomp with rock and roll
Beats anything thats ever been told
Ubangi stomp ubangi style
When the beat just drives a cool cat wild
Well, I looked up the chief and he invited me in
Said a heap big jam session bout to begin
He handed me a tom-tom I picked up the beat
That crazy thing sent shivers to my feet
Rocked and rolled and I skipped with a smile
Ubangi stomp ubangi style
Ubangi stomp with rock and roll
Beats anything thats ever been told
Ubangi stomp ubangi style
When the beat just drives a cool cat wild
Well, we rocked all night and part of the day
Had a good rocking time with the chiefs daughter mae
I was making time and gettin in the know
The captain said son we gotta go.
I said thats alright. you go on ahead
Im gonna ubangi stomp until I roll over dead
Ubangi stomp with rock and roll
Beats anything that you ever told
Ubangi stomp ubangi style
When the beat just drives a cool cat wild
When the beat just drives a cool cat wild
When the beat just drives a cool cat wild
When the beat just drives a cool cat wild
song performed by by John Prine
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Raise It Up
Intro: kool keith
Yeah... yo don, gimme a little bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy
And i want some... old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that blues butter
Bring in the snare
Verse one: kool keith
They never understood, many people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go x x
I move around off beat, creatin more styles
Showin white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a carjack of spades, pluck the ace
I get slow-er, down in, on in
Flowin like i used to be on critical beatdown
I drop styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write em
They say yo keith, yo kool, you usin big words
I went to college, i'm even more stupid herb
Back on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if i have to pull a black smith and wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act
I get atomic, hypo-galactical
Word to mom i'm in my own world
Galaxy raised! powerful
Chorus:
Raise it up (8x)
Verse two: ced g
Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Now back in the days and we used to use elevation
And then the people said "what's up, with ultramagnetic?
Yo they sound kind of crazy, kool keith is a psycho
Ced g is a scientist, the lyrics are hyper"
Creating a fusion, of sampling hits
We all came down just to be distinctive
Some rappers complex, but they can't see the music
We show orchestration, and with funky prevention
It was different and black, and it caused devestation
Gotta new bag, signed a deal with wild pitch
Now we're back on the street, with the flavor you missed
So get with the program, ultra hot off your real high
I know i'm a real pro, like michigan fab 5
Runnin and shootin, for me alley-oopin
Is makin an album, with big distribution
Promote it and hype it, make up posters then snipe it
Raise it up!
Chorus
Interlude: announcer
Ladies and gentlemen, live from flatbush brooklyn
I bring to you tonight, the godfather don
From the orphans...
("hit it!")
Verse three: godfather don
Lookin down the barrel of a gun is no fun
So for some, i rum-pum-pum and flip, like a tongue
Of young dragon, with the force and ten sacks of buddah
To wax a crew of jacks and looters, even your hoe i shoot her
In the face, with the mother-uffin bass
Now taste the venom of the ish that i sent em
And foes, that doze, i chew em like gristle
Wipe my mouth with tissue, there's no issue
I'm first print, mint, check the wizard
The force of my blast, blow em like a tec in a blizzard
Now what is it? exquisite physics to stain your brain
When they visit cardiovascular masterer, words are massacred damn
I got beats rhymes tanks gats includin ultra
Check the loop, snoop low we do ya like a vulture
Back in the days, there was just beef and knuckles
Nowadays, a beatdown consists of some clips
My oowop, rips with abandon at random
Whiff, you be ghost, like michael landon
When i bust amazing nuts you play the cut
The father's ultra paid, i raise it... up
Chorus: repeat 2x
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Intergalactic
Intergalactic Planetary Planetary Intergalactic Another Dimension
Don't you tell me to smile
You stick around I'll make it worth your while
Got numbers beyond what you can dial
Maybe it's because I'm so versatile
Style profile I said
It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child
>From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon just up until the very last mile
If you battle me I will revile
People always say my style is wild
You've got gall you've got guile
To step to me I'm a rapophile
If you want to battle you're in denial
Coming from Uranus to check my style
Go ahead put my rhymes on trial
Cast you off into exile
Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic
Jazz and Awol that's our team
Step inside the party disrupt the whole scene
When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend
I like my sugar with coffee and cream
Got to keep it going keep it going full steam
Too sweet to be sour too nice to be mean
On the tough guy style I'm not too keen
To try to change the world I will plot and scheme
Mario C likes to keep it clean
Gonna shine like a sunbeam
Keep on rapping cause that's my dream
Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes
When it comes to envy y'all is green
Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine
Another dimension new galaxy
Intergalactic planetary
Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic
>From the family tree of old school hip hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
Cause the music is live like an electric shock
I am known to do the Wop
Also known for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D getting biz on the crop
Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop
When I wrote graffiti my name was Slop
If my rap's soup my beats is stock
Step from the tables as I start to chop
I'm a lumber jack DJ Adrock
If you try to knock me you'll get mocked
I'll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
Intergalactic planetary
Planetary intergalactic
Another dimension do i
song performed by by Beastie Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Something I Need
Like the hammer of love the moment that it hits ya
Like the hair of a dog the mornin after it bit ya
Like the rough edge of love when it cuts to the heart
You just gotta let it bleed
You ain't just somethin I want
No... You got somethin I need
Somethin I need.
Like a bath when your dirty, a drink when your dry
Like the last cigarette before you give up for life
You know I'm dyin of hunger, in desperate straits
I know I gotta habit to feed
You ain't just somethin I want
No... You got somethin I need.
Something I need.
Got you in my sights
We're gonna put it right up the middle
Cause I can do you right
You know I want it more than a little
It's what I need...need ..need
Like a black cup of coffee when you been slammin all night
They say I need to be quittin but I don't take no advice
You got me walkin sideways like crab in the sand
My eyes fixed in a permanent bead
You ain't just somethin I want
No... You got somethin I need
Something I need.
song performed by by 38 Special
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Smokin In The Boys Room
(talk)
Did you ever seem to have one of those days
When everyone seemed to be on your case
From your teacher all the waydown to your best girlfriend
Well, that used to happen to me all the time
But I found a way to get out of it
Sittin in the classroom thinkin its a drag
Listening to the teacher rap--just aint my bag
When two bells ring you know its my cue
Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Checkin out the halls makin sure the coast is clear
Lookin in the stalls--nah, there aint nobody here
My buddies sixx, mick & tom
To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Put me to work in the school bookstore
Check-out counter, and I got bored
Teacher was lookin for me all around
Two hours later you know where I was found
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
One more time
Smokin in the boys room
Smokin in the boys room
Teacher I aint foolin around with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
song performed by by Motley Crue
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Style
Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you cant see the substance
Style shows how its organized
Style is looking for your money
Its in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
Ive been learning my abcs
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
Its still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
Its been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I cant let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You cant buy this style
Style that you cant resist
You wont cramp my style
song performed by by Utopia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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