[Disgruntled Youth]

[Kool Keith]

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I just step and I rap rap
Move and you clap clap
Dance and wiggle, and little feets go tap tap
Over and switch switch, change my pitch pitch
You can get down down, rock with my sound sound
As I rock freak a rhyme, blow up the town town
MC's in the back, Double Trouble can learn learn
As I start to burn burn, MC's wait your turn turn
Look at me black black, don't come to me wack wack
I chew em like gum, eat your crew like a Snack Pack
Walk and I flex flex, check and I stop stop
Beat em on down down, suckers I rock rock
Cling on, swing on, walk and you step step
Pick up your pep pep, build up my rep rep
Move and get smacked smacked, I'm tellin you black black
I told you again, I'm clockin fat knots

("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk" -- Cypress Hill)
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Continue I flow flow, not stiff and I blow blow
X'll get raw raw, and travel on tour tour
MC's they get crushed crushed, stomped in the dust dust
Mack-10 Tec, every rhyme goes bust bust
Out on the West West, facing your chest chest
Let me go rock rock, people just clock clock
Girls they wet, damp panties and jock jock
Move and I swing swing, to Riker's and Sing-Sing
Knock on your brain, picture bell go ding ding
MC's that flow flow, I think they all so-so
Like G.I., G.I., kiddie toy named Joe Joe
Rappers are doodoo doodoo, deep as a voodoo voodoo
Come and don't play play, watch what I say say
Pick up your mic, I'm clockin fat knots

("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
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X'll get wreck wreck, breakin your neck neck
Your brain is the seed, like a bird I go peck peck
Don't call me no Jeff-Jeff, Keith no Sweat Sweat
You can be dog dog, cat and my pet pet
As I go woo woo, yo B I'm so smooth smooth
Rhymin like Wild Bill, strong and I feel feel
Suckers ain't jack jack, jumpin on Zapp Zapp
Thinkin they funk funk, soft and they punk punk
Like they in jail jail, soft and they swing soft
But I gotta dip dip, you stay off my tip tip
(Why?) Inside Hermin's Head, I'm clockin fat knots

("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
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("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
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("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
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("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
("I'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")



Artist: UltraMagnetic M.C.'s f/ Godfather Don
Album: The Four Horsemen
Song: Raise It Up
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

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 rays! Powerful

Artist: Nas
Album: Illmatic
Song: N.Y. State of Mind
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Intro: Nas]Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)(Word, it's time nigga?)Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rapWhere fake niggaz don't make it backI don't know how to start this shit, yo, now[Verse One: Nas]Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickinMusician, inflictin compositionof pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaineHoldin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, nowBulletholes left in my peepholesI'm suited up in street clothesHand me a nine and I'll defeat foesY'all know my steelo with or without the airplayI keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairwayOr either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champsLaughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken ampsG-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shitRemeniscing about the last time the Task Force flippedNiggaz be runnin through the block shootinTime to start the revolution, catch a body head for HoustonOnce they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass andI ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassinPick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spitLead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflipHeard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't lookGave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuckTry to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in dangerFinally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamberSo now I'm jetting to the building lobbyand it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the sameGot younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they nameand claim some corners, crews without guns are gonersIn broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on usFo'-fives and gauges, Macs in factSame niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in blackThere was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knockedSo hold your stash until the coke price dropI know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rockAnd if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yoYou gotta slide on a vacationInside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basinIt drops deep as it does in my breathI never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of deathBeyond the walls of intelligence, life is definedI think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind("New York state of mine" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)[Verse Two: Nas]Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin TecsMakin sure the cash came correct then I steppedInvestments in stocks, sewein up the blocksto sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega copsBut just a nigga, walking with his finger on the triggerMake enough figures until my pockets get biggerI ain't the type of brother made for you to start testinGive me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressinThinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelterWhenever frustrated I'ma hijack DeltaIn the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are straysYoung bitches is grazed each block is like a mazefull of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packedFrom what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, blackI'm livin where the nights is jet blackThe fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit backand lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewnOr the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homesI got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too saneLife is parallel to Hell but I must maintainand be prosperous, though we live dangerouscops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostagesIt's only right that I was born to use micsand the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykesI'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slowMy rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsuleThe smooth criminal on beat breaksNever put me in your box if your shit eats tapesThe city never sleeps, full of villians and creepsThat's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaksI'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepersIn the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach yaInhale deep like the words of my breathI never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of deathI lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier timesNothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind("New York state of mind" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)("Nasty Nas" --> cut and scratched 8X)