Song Spotlight Jimmy James
This next one is the first song on our new album...
People how you doin', there's a new day dawnin'
For the Earth Mother, it's a brand new mornin'
For such a long while, there's been such a longin'
But now the sun is shinin', let's roll back the awnin'
Move-move your body
This is a type of kinda like a formal dedication
Givin' out a shout for much inspiration
All I ever really want to do is get nice
Get loose and goof a little slice of life
Sendin' out love to all corners of the land
I jump up on the stage and take the mic in my hand
I'm not playin' the role, just being who I am
And if you try to dis me, I couldn't give a damn
'Cause I'm rockin'
Rockin'
Rockin'
Rock-rock, rockin'
Yeah, get down
Rock-rock, rock on
Rock-rock, rock on
Rock-rock, rock on
Mic-mic, mic control
Mic-mic, mic control
Mic-mic-mic, mic control
Yeah, can you get my drift?
Bass from the back of my car feels soothin'
Eight bazookas is what I'm usin'
I'm Mike D, and it's been proven
I love it when I see the party people just movin'
Strapped on my ear goggles and what did I see?
But the music brought the people into harmony
Ahh, for the blacks, Puerto Ricans, and the white people too
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Song Spotlight Funky Boss
Whoa...
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Get off my back!
Forget it
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Get off my back!
I can go away until you know when...
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Get off my back!
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky bald ass boss
Yea, that's right, fuck it ya'll, fuck this
'Cause everywhere is gonna be nowhere...
| Song Spotlight Pass the Mic
Goodness gracious!
If you can feel what I'm feeling, then it's a musical masterpiece
Hear what I'm dealin' with, then that's cool at least
What's runnin' through my mind comes through in my walk
True feelings are shown from the way that I talk
And this is me, y'all, I emcee, y'all
My name is MCA, and I still do what I please
And now I'd like to introduce (what's up?)
I'll pass the mic to D, for a fist full of truth
The name is D, y'all, and I don't play
And I can rock a block party (block party) 'til your hair turns grey
So, what you sayin'?
I explode on site and like Jimmie Walker I'm dynomite!
And now I'd like to pass the mic (uh-huh)
So Adrock, c'mon and do anything you like
I'm the A-D-R-O-C-K
In the place with the bass I'm goin' all the way
I can't stop, y'all, tock-tick, y'all
And if you think that you're slick, you'll catch a brick, y'all
'Cause I'ma turn it in and I'ma turn it out
But for now I've got to pass the mic to Yauch
Well, on and on and on and on
I can't stop, y'all, 'til the early morn'
So rock-rock, y'all, tick-tock, y'all
To the beat, y'all, c'mon and rock, y'all
I give thanks for inspiration, it guides my mind along the way
A lot of people get jealous, they're talking about me
But that's just 'cause they haven't got a thing to say
Well, everybody rappin' like it's a commercial
Actin' like life is a big commercial
So this is what I've got to say to you all
Be true to yourself and you will never fall
But now I'd like to pass the mic to the A
So what's your name, Yauch?
My name is MCA
I've been comin' to where I am from the get-go
Find that I can groove with the beat when I let go
So put your worries on hold
Get up and groove with the rhythm in your soul
And now I'd like to pass the mic (to who?)
To my brother Adrock, come on and shine like a light
Yes-yes, y'all, and yes-yes, y'all
I'm always on time never the less, y'all
And that's right, y'all, I shed light, y'all
I've got no time in my life to get uptight, y'all
So what you gonna say that I don't know already?
I'm like Clyde and I'm rockin' steady
But time flies when you're having fun
So Mike D (that's me), c'mon and get some
M-I-K-E to the D
You come and see me and you pay a fee
Do what I do professionally
To tell the truth, I am exactly what I want to be
Now Adrock (huh) and MCA (yea)
Let's rock this joint in the old school way
Well, I'm on, on 'til the crack of dawn
Mowin' down emcees like I'm mowin' a lawn
I go off, off like nothin' can phase me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie?
One of these days, D
But I can stand my ground and I am down
To wax an emcee who acts like a clown
But for now, I'd like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd
| Song Spotlight
Gratitude
Good times gone, and you missed them
What's gone wrong in your system?
Things they bounce, like a Spalding
What'd you think? Did you miss your calling?
It's so free, this kind of feeling
It's like life, it's so appealing
When you've got so much to say
It's called gratitude
And that's right
Good times gone, but you feed it
Hate's grown strong, you feel you need it
Just one thing, do you know you
What you think? That the world owes you?
What's gonna set you free?
Look inside and you'll see
When you've got so much to say
It's called gratitude
And that's right
| Song Spotlight Lighten Up
Lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up
Shine like the sun
Lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right now
Gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up
Shine like the sun
| Song Spotlight
Finger Lickin' Good
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Well, Mike D, what's up?
Yo, Yauch, what up?
Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin' onion
I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyon's
I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm gettin' souped up
It's time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper, the news with Ernie Anastos
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
See, I've got more spice than the Frugal Gourmet
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Lickin'-lickin', uh
Well, Mike D (huh), what you got for me?
Show these good people what it means to be D
Well, they call me Mike D with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a yes man
With a point to make you're bound to take a stand
'Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
I've got every type of flavor style that will suit ya
You know the bass is real fat, because it's gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the high hat
Finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', a finger lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', it's finger lickin' good, y'all
A finger lickin', a lickin', lickin' good, y'all
Yo, Yauch, what up?
Mike D, what's up?
Come on, Yauch, let's tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab ahold of your attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep I'll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and bustin' some treats and
Sporting the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm lacking from the macking I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles 'cause there's so much pollution
Well, I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough
Whipped-whipped-whipped cream
Whipped-whipped-whipped cream
We're gonna be out of her in a minute
So this one goes out to my man Mario C
My brother Adrock cuttin' it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin' good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is finger lickin' good, y'all
| Song Spotlight
So What'cha Want
To Mario C, you can't front on that!
Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris
You know I get fly, you think I get high
You know that I'm gone and I'ma tell you all why
So tell me who are you dissin', maybe I'm missin'
The reason that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen
In my head I just want to take 'em down
Imagination set loose, and I'm gonna shake 'em down
Let it flow like a mud slide
When I get on, I like to ride and glide
I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex, y'all
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
You're so funny with my money that you flaunt (you flaunt)
I said where'd you get your information from, huh?
You think that you can front when revelation comes?
Yeah, you can't front on that
Well, they call me Mike D, the ever-loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee, well, I'm the Metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar
But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip top
Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall
Well, I'll be calling out you people like a casting call
Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know with your flow when you're out getting by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet
Well, I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind, that's right
I said I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind
Yeah, you can't front on that
But little do you know about something that I talk about
I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walk about
But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize
Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all
I want you off the wall if you're playing the wall
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long, leaner, Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena
Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause
But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leach
Yeah, you can't front on that
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)
| Song Spotlight The Biz vs the Nuge
One, two, three...
The Beatsie Boys, they are they comin' home
They comin' home, oh, they comin' home
To all their fans, they are they comin' home
They're comin' home, oh, they're comin' home
| Song Spotlight Time for Livin'
Yeah, that's right
It's time to set the record straight
Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell, I can see
I said ain't nobody got the pain, I can hear
But if I have to I'll yell in your ear
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Check it out
Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell, I can see
I said ain't nobody got the pain, I can hear
But if I have to I will yell in your ear
Soul fire
Soul fire
And we ain't got no water
We don't have no water
Time for livin', time for givin'
No time for making up a monster to sell
Time for livin', time for givin'
No time for breakin' out a lie to sell
| Song Spotlight Something's Got to Give
I wish for peace between the races
Someday we shall all be one
Why fight yourself
This one is called rectify
There's somethin' coming to the surface
There's fire all around
But this is all illusion
I've seen better days than this one
I've seen better nights than this one
Tension is rebuilding
Something's got to give
Something's got to give
Someday we shall all be one
Jesus Christ, we're nice
| Song Spotlight The Blue Nun
Our evening began in Peter Sichel's comfortable study
In his New York townhouse, where the candle light was just right,
The hifi was in the background, and the wine was delicious.
What's the secret, Peter?
Naturally, I'll say it's the wine.
Mmm, it does go well with the chicken.
Delicious again, Peter.
| Song Spotlight
Stand Together
I don't see things quite the same as I used to
As I live my life, I've got just me to be true to
When I find that I don't know about just what to do
I turn and look within to see what I should do
Now I'm not sure what it takes to be hip
A lot of people making music that to be ain't shit
So I ask creation for rhymes for this jam
Gimme lickle solo and I'll take the mic stand
Love vibe, love vibe, love vibe, love vibe
Love vibe, love vibe, love vibe, love vibe
Yeah, as the earth spins into a brand new day
I see the light on the horizon's not fading away
Gonna shine from within, like a bright white sun
No need to hide and no place to run
Got the vibrations of the music bringing light to your mind
So you can move and groove, and feel the beat of the time
Sense the power in the air as it starts to move
You get a real good feeling that you just can't lose
Love vibe
Contemplation time
Love vibe
Intuition time
Love vibe
Evolution time
Love vibe
Resolution time
Free your mind, it's time for good times
And let yourself move, it's a time to shine
Spread your wings in the sky, feelin' good inside
Breaking fool with no need to hide
I got the music cuttin' through me
Takin' control of my soul
I can't hold back, I've got to let go
Stand together (people come together now)
It's about time (we've got to get together now)
Stand together (people come together now)
I said it's about time (we've got to get together now), come on
Stand together (people come together now)
I said it's about time (we've got to get together, y'all)
I think we should stand together
| Song Spotlight
Pow
(Hurricane vocals from the live version)
Its my second time around so get a grip
Dont slip as i flip and rip it up cover up here comes a uppercut
Dead to the stomach your vomit
Make you sit down and read a comic
Cause your making me laugh
So fell the raft
Stay out of my path
And that aint even the half
Cause I'm kool as Shaft.
Take you up to another level
Give you a shovel cause your living with the devil
I'm a rebel without a pause
Getting in them draws.
Settling old scores ill snap ya neck
And break your jaw and that's because
I get stupid off a drum loop played by a dope group
Thats what i got to do to tell you the scoop
MCA play the bass Adrock a play the guitar
Cane a grab the mic and keep it up to par.
You get stupid you get dumb
We keep it all fun one by one
And have fun don't pull a gun
So that's whats up huh and listen to mike d kick it on the drum....
POW
| Song Spotlight
The Maestro
Yo, Paul, this is Al. You can kiss my ass.
I ain't interested in you anyhow. I'm just interested in the B-Boys.
So fuck you, my man.
Yeaaaah, yeah...
Who is it?
Who is the man comin' down your block?
It's me you see with the funk in my walk
'Cause I'm doin' just what I like to
Today is my day, and I'ma get nice too
You gotta keep movin', and you can't say nothing
I'ma keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin'
One thing you ought to know
Well, I am the maestro
Yeah, you motherfuckers, I'm all that
I see you lookin' at me sayin'
How can he be so skinny and live so phat?
You know why, 'cause I'm the maestro
Yeah, you know and I'm
Movin' on my wheels
You got that?
I feel like Rufus Thomas, the crown prince of dance
I'm Mike D, and I'm known for romance
I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side
And I'm riding down the block, like I'm on a water slide
'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck
'Cause I got nothing to lose, 'cause I don't give a fuck
See I'm a player, I play
Don't play to win, I play to show
Yeah, I am the maestro!
Ahh, yeah, I need a little bit of cooperation right 'bout now
I like to find out who's favorite detective it is
Is it Mannix?
Barnaby Jones
Sombody say Columbo?
Mickey Mahoney
Clancy Claranin
Barnaby Jones
I said that already
Yeah, that's right, y'all
You know I got my own shit
See, this ain't America's Most Wanted
This is America's Most Mackin'
That's right, all the people are callin' my pit
When I get on there is no stoppin'
Who is it?
Who is the man, who is the man, who is the man?
Who is the man, who is the man, who is the man?
Who is the man, who is the man?
Who is the man?
Who's that?
The maestro
Who is the man?
What? The maestro!
Give it, give it
The maestro
Give it up
The maestro
All three cheers for the maestro!
| Song Spotlight
Groove Holmes
(Instrumental)
| Song Spotlight Live at PJ's
Right now, it's showtime at PJ's!
How about a great big round of applause?
I almost blew it
Check this out
Thanks for comin' down tonight
It's nice to see all you guys back here, all you gals
Alright, we're going to pick this one up now
We're gonna get into it now
Well, back to the, back to the beat, y'all
Down with the sound so sweet, y'all
Just how fresh can you get, y'all
Those that are blessed say yes, y'all
I'm-a come inside and do my thing
I'm gonna take off my drawers and I'm gonna let myself swing
Tantalize my tummy with a boo-boo snack
But now I got to get back
Yeah, ohhh
This one's for you and you and you
Gonna break it down to the nitty grit
I'm gonna tell you motherfuckers why you ain't shit
'Cause suckers like you just make me strong
You been pumpin' that bullshit all day long
I'm gonna bust my shoes, I'm gonna bust my socks
I'm gonna spread my word from standing on this box
This drivethrough world, it just ain't right
Gonna run to Joe and Tony's, and get my hair cut nice
Yeah, get real nice, y'all
Well, come on, y'all, just come on, y'all, and just
Work, work, work, work it out, y'all
I'm trying to get up, so don't you get me down
Life, I love you, now give me a pound
Up from the frying pan into the fire
Look within and try to admire
Yeah, what's going on
Ahh, yeah
Give me little clap, a soul clap
And I'm-a get my shit together, boy
Ahh, yeah
Gonna, gonna, gonna, ahh, yeah
Gonna get it together
Everybody, gonna get it together
Can ya, can ya hear me one time
For your mind, ahh, yeah
Okay, that's the end of it for tonight, folks
It's good to hear you all out there
Come back next week, have some sheets for ya
Remember on your way home
If you're driving, don't drink
And if you drink, don't drive
Yeah, alright
| Song Spotlight
Mark on the Bus
Good morning
Time to get up and go to work
I ride on the bus into the city every day
I sit on my seat and I dream myself away
I dream I'm on an island with that foxy lady too
But when I awaken, I must be mistaken, I'm on Third Avenue
Won't you take me away and take away me
Won't you take me away and take away me
Yeaaah
Alright, get off the bus
You're wild, man, wild.
That's insane, you're stupid. You should sleep late, man. It's just much easier on your constitution.
| Song Spotlight
Professor Booty
Yo, I don't hang out with those guys.
Man, I ain't got nothin' to do with those dudes.
Wait a minute, I saw your female with 'em too. What's up with her?
I've been hearin' that she been givin' that stuff out to all them graffiti guys.
Yo, shut the fuck up, Chico man!
I could paint three of those murals for some of that ass.
Professor, what's another word for "pirate treasure"?
Well, I think it's "booty." Booty, booty, that's what it is.
Yes, I got more bounce than the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know why
Because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket, just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live, y'all
A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that is back again
So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, you'll get shocked
Well, I think it's booty, booty, booty
You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me has always been music
We've got our own studio, the son of the G
It's no question, life's been good to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies of expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made Ben Davis quality, it's no junk, see
My chrome is shining just like an icicle
I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle
Do you know, but you're telling me, to do it
Booty, booty, booty
Oh, baby, that's the way it is
So many wack emcees, you get the TV bozack
Ain't even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
But one big oaf whose faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move your fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped you're rockin' rewind pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like the pencil to the paper, I got more to come
One after another, you can all get some
So you better take your time and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're fronting it all
| Song Spotlight
In 3's
One, two, three, four...
(Instrumental)
| Song Spotlight
Namaste
Yeah, a butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day
As I feel this reality gently fade away
Riding on a thought to see where it's from
Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come
Smoke paints the air
Swirling images through my mind
Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind
And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting
As time slips by
Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky
And I sit
And I think to myself
And on the horizon, the sun light begins to climb
And it seems like it's been so long since he shined
But I'm sure it was only yesterday
A cold chill of fear cut through me
I felt my heart contract
To my mind I brought the image of light
And I expanded out of it
My fear was just a shadow
And then avoice spoke in my head
And she said dark is not the opposite of light
It's the absence of light
And I thought to myself
She knows what she's talking about
And for a moment I know
What it was all about
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