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Artist Lyrics: Ultramagnetic Mc'S
Song Lyrics: Poppa Large Album Lyrics: Funk Your Head Up I get in shape and do my physical fitness Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up Pick 'em up pimplehead, pick 'em up picky I roll wit globs and I come real sticky Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears Crazed and brewer. I'm coming out like beers Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you duds Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wickable wack Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back The funk rhyme to master, blaster Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm Rap storm, rap form Rap time, rap rhyme Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass To continue, from the more, hype tip I roll and rock, rock and roll Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues Dance and fusion, pain confusion Look at the lights, what a night on the town I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast(4x) Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl Poppa large looking out the pawn shop Taking stroud while your face and arms drop Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write Learn to talk, learn to walk And watch your step though, I'm hype and ripe though Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho A Ricky Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo Sporting a ragtop, an El Dorado Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards The rhymes is gain type, I'm ready to pull it's card Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce I'm pouring LA juice Hitting the top, feeling the rim Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them On and on, on and on, on and on Until the break of dawn I go overtime, rock the mic in nighttime Daytime, switching off to Primetime Specifically, strolling back in the west time Rock the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking Yo, I ain't joking Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll Rhyme to destroy anything toy boy On the microphone I'm poppa large, big shot on the east coast(4X) You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck As I flow and grow from head to toe Seeking a style like John Mcenroe Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand Like Prince and Michael coming out wit a big band The crowd is loud, you can pay as teh manager Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya Boom, taking life more serious I may sound lyrical and very mysterious Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more A son of Sam, how could I begin more Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows You're in living hell, the funk, pound to pound The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing I'm coming out in sighting Like I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula Spectacular and not irregular In fact you are speaking impopular Rhymes are moved and you can't be stop wit the Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one Drop the mic, come and turn to page one Look at the master, my range is higher My lyrical burns, your brain's on fire Poppa Large, big shot on the east coast(8X)
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iS IT REAL SON?
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Not guilty the filthy devils tried ta kill me
When the news get to the hood then niggas will be hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust Kickin up dust is a must I can't trust a cracker in a blue uniform Stick a nigga like a unicorn Vaugn, wicked, Lawrence Powell, foul Cut his fuckin throat and I smile Go to Simi Valley and surely somebody knows the address of the jury Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Who is Ice Cube?) "Can I talk to the grand wizard?" then boom Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Coon Shoot him in the face, run up in him witta broom Stick prick, devils ain't shit Introduce his ass to the AK40 dick Two dazed niggas layin in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up |
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Magnetics rule.
Intro One: (only on Dr. Octagon hidden track original version) I would have been completely dead had it not been for the Shark Man. Shark Man? *chuckling* Judging from his appearance, that's the most appropriate name I could come up with for him. I hate this kid. This uhh... THING you're talking about. It had the body of a shark, and the arms and face of a man? That's the chap. Holy jumping jackfish! Intro Two: Mr. Gerbik *moaning, growling* Yes, you have met the dangerous 208 year-old Uncle of Dr. Octagon. I myself Mr. Gerbik. Half-shark, half-man, skin like alligator. Carrying a dead walrus. Check it. Verse One: Mr. Gerbik With my white eyes, gray hair, face is sky-blue yellow Sideburns react, my skin is colored lilac My skin turn orange and green in the limousine People think I'm mixed with shark, drinking gasoline Underwater I breathe and let loose on my sleeve Walking down Hollywood Boulevard with a credit card Three alligators behind me, feel my skin is hard Transvestites, and people watch space parasites I left his head in the store, legs in the street Body in Wilcox, with blood dripping off my feet L.A.P.D. through gray clouds couldn't see me I first turned rainbow, closed my eyes, watch my brain glow People got scared and ranned away they think I'm weird I was born this way, halfsharkalligator Is he weird?? Chorus: Mr. Gerbik *singing* half-shark-alligator-half-man Half man, half shark! half-shark-alligator-half-man Half man, half shark! Verse Two: Mr. Gerbik My vomit fluctuates, covers your skull like protoplasm Lightning bugs turn pink, on my tongue catches spasms Green elephants, I battle streets with a zebra My mechanism is more than Dionne's psychic voodoo African beads, snakeskins, cold script through you my medical passes You can't see, with greedy glasses Carbon dioxide, pour right through em with gases My description dinosaur I was made half-shark-half-man, my skin is like razor blades Seven-oh-seven, Mr. Gerbik Verbally no one change my thoughts, animals fly from Philly My appetites more big it's time for wildabeasts Adjust my skulls, seven eyes switch hydraulic scribbles and shrimps, mack gorillas like a pimp Half-shark-alligator-man Chorus 2X Verse Three: Mr. Gerbik In my real world, orangutangs dance for Thanksgiving With skeleton bones and skunk tails, is my mission Holding backward raps to all my power packs Babboons clap, and girl horses wanna hit the sack We're too bold for ocean water, monkeys sniffin ice Contact Jupiter pools Martians bring my rice I'm out flyin with purple capes in the twilight Oooh ooh ooh, tonight's the night My oxygen region's, New York to California Half shark alligator half man! Outro: PBS Nature It takes a supreme feat of strength to swim through the water plows while dragging two hundred and fifty pounds on your back... the crocodile's teeth are designed to seize and hold, not to cut through skin. During all the hours the somber lay in the water, but are unable to penetrate the deer's tough hide. The crocodiles make a few token objections; but in the end, give up the struggle.
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RAKIM
I Ain't No Joke I aint no joke, I use to let the mic smoke Now I slam it when Im done and make sure its broke When Im gone I wrote this song cuz I wont let Nobody press up and mess up the scene I set I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn Bu think about it then youll understand Im just an addict addicted to music Maybe its a habit, I gotta use it Even if its jazz or the quiet storm I hook a beat up, convert it in a hip-hop form Write a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in Deep concentration cuz Im no comedian Jokers are wild if you wanna be tame I treat you like a child then youre gonna be named Another enemy, not even a friend of me Cuz youll get fried in the end if you pretend to be Competing cuz I just put your mind on pause And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yours I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned Remember me, the one you got your idea from? But soon you start to suffer but you only get rougher When you start to stutter thats when you had enuff of Biting it, I make you choke, you cant provoke You cant cope, you should have broke cuz I aint no joke I got a question, its serious as cancer Who can keep the average dancer Hyper as a heart attack nobody smiling Cuz youre expressing the rhyme that Im styling This is what we all sit down to write You cant make it so you take it home, break it and bite Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits Get the style down pat then its time to switch Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours Then you figure you're ready for the neighborhood chores The e-m-c-e-e dont even try to be When you come up to speak, dont even lie to me You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me So when you see me come up, freeze Or youll be one of those 7 mcs They think that Im a new jack but only if they knew that They who think wrong are they who cant do that Style that Im doing, they might ruin Patterns of paragraphs based on you and Your offbeat dj, if anything he play Sound familiar, Ill wait til E say Play em, so ima have to dis and broke You could get a smack for this, I aint no joke I hold the microphone like a grudge E'll hold the record so the needle dont budge I hold a conversation cuz when I invent I nominated my dj the president When Im senile, people freestyle, going steadily So pucker up and whistle my melody But whatever you do, dont miss one Theyll be another rough rhyme after this one Before you know it, you're following and fiending Waiting for the punchline to get the meaning Like before the middle of my story Im telling Nobody beats the R so stop yelling Save it, put it in your pocket for later Cuz Im moving the crowd and be a record fader No interruptions and the mic is broke When Im gone, then you can joke Cuz everything is real on a serious tip Keep playing and I varies quick And take you for a walk through hell Feed your dome then watch your eyeballs swell Guide you out of triple stage darkness When it get dark again then ima spark this Microphone cuz the heat is on, you see smoke And Im finish when the beat is gone, Im no joke
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Geto Boys - MIND OF A LUNATIC
(this is the only hip hop song that scares me!) (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place with me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of Jason Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) (He's a) (He's a) (He's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I'm cuttin" Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic (Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) (Maniac) (Maniac) (Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) [ VERSE 3: Scarface ] I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles Dreamin of the people I've dismantled I close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry I be ebbin when I'm high So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly Like I said before, Scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit Cause here comes a lunatic [ VERSE 4: Scarface ] My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "Brad!" As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now granny's on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick I said, "Die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriff's gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A ragin psychotic full of that Angel's Dust The cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders watch me set an example I popped one, "Let me go, goddammit Scot free Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me" All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember wakin up, in an asylum Bein treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic (Maniac) (Maniac) (Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac) (I can't quit) [ VERSE 5: Willie D ] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I shoulda been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developped a criminal behaviour Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shit Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic (Let's get out of here, that guy is crazy) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac) [ VERSE 6: Willie D ] I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history I'll blow your muthafuckin house up And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked I don't give a damn who I slay Don't let me get a hold of some E&J Cause when the shit hit the fan I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic
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My Name Is Slim Shady.
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Ghostface Killah - Daytona 500
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge Knowledgists, street astrologists Light up the mic God, knowledge this Fly joints that carried your points Corolla Motorola holder Play it God, he pack over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rapel on fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials Especially that, aluminum bat in the act Relax, lay back, sold a grenade today, it pays black The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star Chorus: All these MC's start realizing That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us Verse Two: Ghostface Killer Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy True identity hidden inside secret tabloids Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians Chorus Verse Three: Cappadonna Give me the the fifty thou, small bills My gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, whattup Lils Murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs Let the Gods build, pull up the grill Check out the mad skills Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot Get yourself shot |
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Wild Thing
Tone Loc Album: Loc'd After Dark Let's do it Workin' all week 9 to 5 for my money So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey Rollin' down the street I saw this girl and she was pumpin' I winked my eye she got into the ride went to a club was jumpin' Introduce myself as Loc she said "You're a liar" I said "I got it goin' on baby doll and I'm on fire" Took her to the hotel she said "You're the king" I said "Be my queen if you know what I mean and let us do the wild thing Wild thing (x2) Shoppin' at the mall looking for some gear to buy I saw this girl she cool rocked my world and I had to adjust my fly She looked at me and smiled and said "You have plans for the night" I said "Hopefully if things go well I'll be with you tonight" So we journeyed to her house one thing led to an other I keyed the door we cold hit the floor looked up and it was her mother I didn't know what to say I was hanging by a string She said "Hey you two I was once like you and I liked to do the wild thing" Wild thing She loved to do the wild thing Wild thing Please baby baby please Posse in effect hangin' out is always hype And when me and the crew leave the shindig I want a girl who's just my type Saw this luscious little frame I ain't lyin' fellas she was fine The sweet young miss go gave me a kiss and I knew that she was mine Took her to the limousine still parked outside I tipped the chauffeur when it was over and I gave her my own ride Couldn't get her off my jack she was like static cling But that's what happens when body start slappin' from doin' the wild thing Wild thing She wanna do the wild thing Please baby baby please Wild thing Doin' a little show at the local discotheque This fine youg chick was on my jack so I say what the heck She want to come on stage and do her little dance So I said chill for now but maybe later you'll get your chance So when the show was finished I took her around the way And what do you know she was good to go without a word to say We was all alone and she said "Tone let me tell you one thing I need $50 to make you holler I get paid to do the wild thing" Say what Yo love you must be kidding You're walkin' babe Just break out of here Hasta la vista baby Wild thing
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"Baby Got Back"
[Intro] Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. *scoff* She looks like, one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff* They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff* I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there, I mean - gross. Look! She's just so ... black! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!) Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back! (LA face with Oakland booty) Baby got back! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like 'em round, and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal Now here's my scandal I wanna get you home And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout Playboy 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want 'em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mix-a-Lot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya I won't cuss or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck* Til the break of dawn Baby got it goin' on A lot of simps won't like this song 'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it And I'd rather stay and play 'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah} If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!} Then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout Baby got back! Baby got back! Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3". [Sir Mix-a-Lot] So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none Unless you've got buns, hun You can do side bends or sit-ups, But please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that "hard" role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines: You ain't it, Miss Thing! Give me a sista, I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis 'Cause his girls are on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'em So ladies, if the butt is round, And you want a triple X throw down, Dial 1-900-MIXALOT And kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back! (Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]
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Caught you lookin' for the same thing It's a new thing check out this I bring Uh Oh the roll below the level 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass C'mon Turn up the radio They claim that I'm a criminal By now I wonder how Some people never know The enemy could be their friend guardian I'm not a hooligan I rock the party and Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist Preach to teach to all 'Cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run About the gun... I wasn't licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me I'm the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Don't believe the hype... Yes Was the start of my last jam So here it is again, another def jam But since I gave you all a little something That we knew you lacked They still consider me a new jack All the critics you can hang'em I'll hold the rope But they hope to the pope And pray it ain't dope The follower of Farrakhan Don't tell me that you understand Until you hear the man The book of the new school rap game Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind We're brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and Not surrenderin' I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin' Some claim that I'm a smuggler Some say I never heard of 'ya A rap burgler, false media We don't need it do we? It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me? Don't believe the hype... Don't believe the hype - its a sequel As an equal, can I get this through to you My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Comin' from the school of hard knocks Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox Leader of the new school, uncool Never played the fool, just made the rules Remember there's a need to get alarmed Again I said I was a timebomb In the daytime the radio's scared of me 'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime 'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine I get on the mix late in the night They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike Before I let it go, don't rush my show You try to reach and grab and get elbowed Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you As you get up and dance at the LQ When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos Then they clear the lane I go solo The meaning of all of that Some media is the whack You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof Suckers, liars get me a shovel Some writers I know are damn devils For them I say don't believe the hype Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? Their pens and pads I'll snatch 'Cause I've had it I'm not an addict fiendin' for static I'll see their tape recoreder and grab it No, you can't have it back silly rabbit I'm going' to my media assassin Harry Allen, I gotta ask him Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type? Don't believe the hype I got flavor and all those things you know Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show Yo Griff, get the green black red and Gold down countdown to Armageddon -88 you wait the S1Ws will Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard Some sau I'm negative But they're not positive But what I got to give... The media says this |
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the end of the ugly
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V. Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain
Who don't give a flying fuck who ain't not feeling him Watch what ya' dealing him: ace, king, death card Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god Get money and earn it, then everything you touch turn shit Got much to learn kid, light it up burn shit Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt Only time they see him is when they need him with the cash belt Ay carumba, now that's my number One dry summer, as far as I remember Burnt out, but gaining every edgy penny Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny Call him back when you need some more 'gnac, horse-yak Doing 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback Ya' man sick but he wreck tracks, puto Get back too bro', exactamundo Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner" For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-fucks You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell Like "Oh well," hold tall riches If the Feds is really after him they'll just tell all the snitches On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen They cat like their monkey ass can heal back like Wolverine Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya' yellow mouth What happened to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out? No doubt, leave a rapper in a body cast And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate class Snotty ass, it's really like he was a white-belt Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt I wouldn't take their tape if they gave it free Maybe it's me, maybe it's V! Throw down the key, y'all know how shit be In the naked city, rappers is so giddy That's no ditty, Vaughn so witty The way he take no prisoners and show no pity It's how son became a big man from a Black boy To name names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd He feel they need to give him his own dance This his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance Or like a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smoking Or between Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Koukakuken
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good call with the vik vaughn
2 Live Crew - "Pop That Pussy" Verse 1: [fresh kid ice] There's only one place where we can go To see freaky hoes doin' shows Doin' tricks to make us holler On a giving night, all for a dollar Silicone breasts, oil on their chest Nothin' like others, but above the rest They'll do anything to turn us on Them hoes got it goin' on!! [brother marquis] I like big booty and big ol' titties Bitch, you know you've been fucked by many So come and be my private dancer I got some money if that's the answer I really wanna be with you; I get hard after seeing you How hard? hard like a rock, When you make that pussy pop! Chorus (2x): [luke] Pop that pussy! heyyy! Pop that pussy, baby! Pop that pussy! Pop, pop that pussy, baby! Verse 2: [fresh kid ice] Freaky bitches with plenty of ass Rollin' to the music and shakin' real fast Bend over backwards, make me shout And work that pussy, in and out Movin' their body with plenty of action Bringin' to the men more satisfaction Doin' what they feel to turn us out Just work that pussy all the way out! [brother marquis] Shake it! don't break it! It took your momma nine months to make it Bend over and spread 'em, girl Show-w-w me those pussy pearls Rub that ass and play with that clit You know i like that freaky shit Girl, you know you look so cute Throwin' that pussy the way you do! Chorus Verse 3: [fresh kid ice] Poppin' that pussy's a dance for the ladies Straight from the south, into the 90's Freaky bitches are the ones i like In g-strings in the middle of the night Smoke-filled stages, bitches in cages Guards at the door, armed with gauges As they dance and i get hot, Keep throwin' that pussy! don't stop! [brother marquis] I like the way you lick the champagne glass It makes me wanna stick my dick in your ass So come on, baby, and pop it quick I fall in love when you suck my dick Bitch, you don't know? you ain't heard? Fuckin' with me, you're gonna get served See, none of my bitches, they never complain So come on, baby, and pop that thang! Chorus [luke] Janet j, pop, that pus-sy! Bu-bles, pop, that pus-sy! Sandra p, pop, that pus-sy! Ma-donna, pop that stinky smelly pussy, baby! |
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Do you feel the Kool Keith love?
Taking a patient out of the bathroom into water That's right, get in the water and touch the electic wires Hold this... here's some bread! ";Now you tell me how you can live in an apartment, with the pieces of a person, rotting away with decay and not know?"; ";I was totally sick, to tell the truth"; ";Washing bones, why were you washing bones?"; ";Cause they were smelly"; Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doodoo? Smear purple flies on your forehead Spit in your salad, vomit on your brother's breakfast Take your ass outside, burn your mother's house Bring pet mice, and scare your sister with my gray mouse Then drop him under the bed, and leave him there dead Take out your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs Then go in the club and dance, mix the alcohol Great with roach spray, here's a drink, have a ball Dance to the music, watch it party pooper Yeah, you know... I'm destructive (4X) Bash in your head with ten full cans of Campbell's soup I'm on the roof, I'm not another pigeon out the chicken coop Stole your checks, and flush money down the toilet bowl Look at the frog, he's gone too down the commode War paint on the carpet, your fur was my target Give the baby some gum, a pack of BubbleYum Stick it in the rugs, smearing green lightening bugs all around the walls, down the halls Checking out doodoo on flame pits, niggaz with they armpits down, smellin funky, check out the junkie, spit I'm destructive!! (4X) Like a green red blue reindeer, dead lying down with a fawn Copulating, having sex Mating with a babboon with buffalo wings Hahahahaha Like Hitler, the German Shephard, coming down from the Bronx fighting moose you sound as soft as a goose We all hang with tickets for Van Halen Orifice, Autopsy, Def Leppard and Spaz C'mon, drop the jazz Grateful Dead, rock with it I'm destructive!!! (3X) |
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The Infesticons - "Hero Theme"
Ooh, there's big fandango in the wrangle Ooh, there's loads on loads of g-strings and marble bags On this beach, leave you speechless Like no-star Sneetches, like Brain cells sucked by leeches Short Beach is the best bash If I was a woman, I'd demand a tongue-lash Be tall and blond with ass, like that girl in Splash Ain't life fantastic? Switch-gender spastic Impale the she-male, down some more champale Bombay chicken cooked like hell Get arrested for sluttery and make-hell Posted testicles on virtual e-mail I'm the nouveau-beat superstar Super-stealin' in Manhattan Your girl is cattin': "I strictly listen to Luscious Jackson" Aversion to heights, got you froze up like deer in headlights And purple nights, like Heaven's Gate Watch the world gyrate -- fuck it If there's a hole in the bucket, I'll plug it If your fat body talkin' shit, then I'll slug it Scared of your girl's clit? I'll suck it Cheese thick from the bricks, I'll pluck it I like rhymin' like Mascis My beats are like molasses Sweet and slow like Jackie Onassis With Alzheimer's Social climbers Slip on my diarrhea MCs sound the same, like onomatopoeia God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons! God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons! Exasperated, systemic miscalculation Four thousand twisted roads to salvation Choose one sand-blasted alabaster bastard Gilded monogram, four heads commanded their commanders Comin' up flat like South Park Marlon Brandos Celebrates his Contradicticons We assume question marks are for morons, but I'm askin' What floor are we on? Where's the connection? Disseminated web of 360 degrees of relations On juxtaposed plantation Soul Station Zebra This world's a two-foot closet with Taurus, Cancers and Libras Three Trent Lotts and two Eldridge Cleavers Five John Wayne Gacies and one Beaver All out to get cheese like dreamweaver They cops ain't nothing but lost believers Hiding out in the Bronx camouflage with a goatee in the season [scratch] "Nothing less... nothing more" God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons! God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons! God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons! God bless the Infesticons! Fuck the Majesticons! |
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I won't post the actual lyrics, because that would take up pages in this thread.
-N.W.A - A Bitch iz a Bitch -Dr.Dre - Forgot about Dre -Dr.Dre - Let Me Ride -Dalek - Abscence -Dalek - A beast caged -Ghostface Killah - Child's Play -Wu-Tang Clan - I can't go to sleep -Noah23 - Lizard Lion Eagle -Gravediggaz - 1-800-SUICIDE -Deltron3030 - 3030 -N.W.A - Express Yourself -Aesop Rock - Daylight (Don't like him too much, but I love these lyrics)
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bad moon rising
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If first you don't succeed try, try again
Step up to the mic and die again This is the next lifetime and you wanna battle Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations The sample's the flesh and the beat's the skeleton You got beef but there's worms in your Wellington I'll put a hole in your skull and extract your skeleton Oh my God, said a word twice, Vast Aire, I'm twice as nice You get caught up, in my blade, might get diced The flesh is dangerous here Yo, hahaha, yo, it's Can O, yo If first you don't succeed try, try again Step up to the mic and die again This is the next lifetime and you wanna battle Either you like reincarnation or the smell of carnations The sample's the flesh and the beat's the skeleton You got beef but there's worms in your Wellington I'll put a hole in your skull and extract your gelatin Mustard seed faith move mountains This is jailhouse rap, rock hard Like faces in a cell block You'll catch a Kennedy curse from the speedknot Son, I mack cause I think different Plus your girl's sex technology, I wanna plug in Now every golden egg my goose lay stay golden With your poker face, I punch you in the stomach and you folded Folded, f-f-folded, folded, f-f-fo-fo- |
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Artist: MF Doom is Viktor Vaughn
Album: Venomous Villain Song: Back End Typed by: kill4747@Hotmail.com [MF Doom/Viktor Vaughn] Dub it off your man, don't spend that ten bucks I did it for the advance, the back end sucks It's better than sittin up in a crack den wit the Mac 11 Yellin at your feinds and friends to duck There's feds at the door, oh it's just Fed Ex I thought I heard walkie talkies, must've been them redneck Neighbors of mine they fuckin with they CB And we in the spot watchin COPS on TV Blazin greens, thumpin Big's first cd Drinkin OE, hopin pigs don't see If they was psychic, they try ta give em the electric chair It's gettin hectic in here, and it's a election year Keep this section clear, VIP Shed a few tears since a knee-hi G And got more tricks up my sleeve, cough, hick-up cough and sneeze Make a emcee sick and dry heave weeze They must be still allergic to a Real raw rhymer with skills thats surgical Take the day off and lay off the crazy water It don't faze V as he lay up wit your lazy daughter.. With your lazy daughter [MF Doom/Viktor Vaughn] ...Heat the bake, V came to eat your team steak And for desert, a treat, the green cake So much sweets it's a dream, it seem fake These type feinds make your beat machine break It's on the fritz, put it on the ritz And watch what he gets, once his mits is on the glitz A lot of rappers is soft tit, talk shit They need to do us all a big favor, cawk it ..Spit it like raw grits, get it They better off forfeit admit it Relaxin in your town, once the tall quit V keep comin back with more and more hits.. More hits |
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From My Philosophy by Boogie Down Productions
who gets weaker? the king or the teacher it's not about a salary it's all about reality teachers teach and do the world good kings just rule and most are never understood
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wow, how did I know you would be on this thread right away?
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