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Jimmy JamesThis 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 |
Funky BossWhoa...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... |
Pass the MicGoodness 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 |
GratitudeGood times gone, and you missed themWhat'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 |
Lighten UpLighten up, gotta lighten up, gotta lighten up right nowGotta 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 |
Finger Lickin' GoodIt's finger lickin', finger lickin' good, y'allFinger 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 |
So What'cha WantTo 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) |
The Biz vs the NugeOne, 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 |
Time for Livin'Yeah, that's rightIt'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 |
Something's Got to GiveI wish for peace between the racesSomeday 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 |
The Blue NunOur evening began in Peter Sichel's comfortable studyIn 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. |
Stand TogetherI don't see things quite the same as I used toAs 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 |
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 |
The MaestroYo, 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! |
Groove Holmes(Instrumental) |
Live at PJ'sRight 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 |
Mark on the BusGood morningTime 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. |
Professor BootyYo, 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 |
In 3'sOne, two, three, four...(Instrumental) |
NamasteYeah, a butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit dayAs 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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