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Super Disco Breakin'Well, it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on I move the crowd to the break of, break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people 'Cause when we're gettin' down, we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously I like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye, I will do my thing It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins I like diggin' down deep in the record bins Well, everybody gettin' down, make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8-0-8 Money-Makin', Money-Money-Makin' Super disco, disco breakin' Money-Makin', Money-Money-Makin' Super disco, disco breakin' Uh-huh...alright Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland, I eat the pannenkoeken The worm is the spice, you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass, you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more Well, I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door Well, with these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps, let me know if you feel somethin' 'Cause I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And if you got a new rhyme, I'll just say so Money-Makin', Money-Money-Makin' Super disco, disco breakin' Money-Makin', Money-Money-Makin' Super disco, disco breakin' Is Manhattan in the house? Uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh Is Manhattan in the house?m Uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh M-M-Manhattan...M-M-Manhattan...M-M-Manhattan...Manhattan |
The MoveYo...yo...yo...he-hello...he-hello...yo...hello He-hello...he-hello...yo...hello He-hello...he-hello...yo... Time, time, time, time It's times like this when I just can't stop Can't wind your body without the body rock Got schemes, schematics, blue prints on file You got to have dreams to make it all worthwhile So as I take my time and realign I wonder what it is I hope to find I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast But I'm intercontinental when I eat French toast Adrock--woo!--with the New Edition Gettin' on down for the year 2000 A slight distraction can get you paid And when it comes to that type shit, I paved the way BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin' on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin' on and on Hey...hey Dogs love me 'cause I'm crazy sniffable I bet you never knew, I got the ill peripheral In your home, I'm cloned, I'm on your headphones I love it when you spazz out all alone 'Cause I'm that fool that broke the key I'm unlockable so don't check me I got weight on my shoulders and things on my mind The sky is falling and I'm fallin' behind So I synthesize sounds as I patch my brain Insane mind games move quick like flames So now I wonder how sometimes you never know Who be rockin y'all in stere-ereo In stere-ereo, in stere-ereo, in stereo Ladies and gentlemen A no time like the present to work shit out That's what we're going on and on and on about I'm not fakin' just makin' beats in the Dungeon Keep that shit funky 'cause the odor is pungent No shame in my game, just par for the path I try to hone my craft because at hands the task But I find I'm not playing with a full deck I'm up to my neck like Toulouse Lautrec All I want to know is when is checkout time So I could be in heaven with the rhythm rock rhyme And when I'm with my man Shadi Rock at the gates We'll be rockin' rhythms over disco breaks BBoys to the early morn BGirls be rockin' on and on BGirls to the break of dawn BBoys be rockin' on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on...Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenํa muchas tierras, un castillo y tambi้n un amor Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenํa muchas tierras, un castillo y tambi้n un amor Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenํa muchas tierras, un castillo y tambi้n un amor Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenํa muchas tierras, un castillo y tambi้n un amor |
Remote ControlBoom, yeah, the world mash up Well, things get hectic quick From the satellite dish to your joy stick It's the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won't change your situation Have you seen what I mean? I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams So I say this rhyme built by design To take you beyond space and time Said 'Who is the man making diamonds out of coal?' The man pushing buttons on remote control Remote (I want) control Remote (I want) control Until your back's up against the wall You never know yourself that much at all So you've got to share your love with a friend (say what) That's all that you've got left in the end (ahh, yeah) I said living in this city of pure confusion People mislead by their own illusion All this action, no satisfaction We're all linked together like a chain reaction Play or fold, love is bold What is the future that will unfold? Some like it hot, others like it cold But we all want to hold the remote control Remote (I want) control Remote (I want) control Remote (I want) control Remote (I want) control Things get hectic quick All of a sudden, I'm in the thick Too much drama all around Distractions booming in sensuround Like a rainy day's Earth, it won't sit still Sliding on down a hill Sometimes life it seems to stall But never be ungrateful y'all So I got a little something for your pay per view Like Don King, I've got a crazy hairdo We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol Controlled on Earth by remote control Yeah, yup, yeah |
Song for the ManI don't like your attitude, boy What makes you feel? And why you gotta be? Like you got the right To look her up and down What makes this world so sick and evil? I know you don't know What makes you feel like you got whip appeal? Who made you the judge and jury? Ain't you never heard of privacy? What makes this world so sick and evil? You figure it out You figure it out You figure it out |
Just a TestIt's like a flag at half mast as frames click fast Not a thing will last as past is past It's like stacks of thoughts that got played and worn Used over and over till they were tired and torn Well, like a broken clock that can't tell time Ah, like a thick-ass book that's filled with wack rhymes Just like a scorching blaze that burned the sand Ah, like a band that planned and planned and planned And flew down like a raven in the dark of night And snatched up the worm helpless to fight And brought it back to the nest singing microphone check One-two, one-two, this is just a test One-two, one-two, this is just a test One-two, one-two, this is just a test It's like sand in one hand you can't hold for long Well, like scheming on a plan that goes all wrong It's like fudge and caramel, they're not the same And it's a shame all you talk is game You act like a diamond waiting to be set In a gold ring, as if I bet As time goes by, in this give and take As long as I learn, I will make mistakes Now what do I want, What do I need Why do I want it, What's in it for me It's the imagery of technology Is what you get is what you see Don't worry your mind When you give it your best One-two, one-two, this is just a test One-two, one-two, this is just a test One-two, one-two, this is just a test Come on-come on, come on-come on Come on-come on, come on-come on Come on-come on, come on-come on Come on-come on, come on-come on |
Body Movin'Ready one, you will do this four times with the left Four with the right, then eight times with both, then repeat Ah, clap your hands Body movin', body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin', body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Now let me get some action from the back section We need body rockin', not perfection Let your backbone flip but don't slip a disc And let your spine unwind, just take a risk I wanna do the freak until the break of dawn Tell me party people is that so wrong The ship is docking, interlockin' And up-rockin', electro-shockin' We're getting down computer action Do the robotic satisfaction Now all of y'all, get off the wall Have a ball and get involved with Body movin', body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin', body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Stand erect, arms down Swing left arm big, same with the right Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin' bodies in motion 'cause I got the notion Well, like Roy Cormier with the coconut lotion The sound of the music makin' you insane You can't explain to people this type of mind frame And like a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape I'm fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin', not perfection Let me get some action from the back section Body movin', body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin', body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' Left arm ready and one, and again, stand erect Mike D (hu-ha!) with the master plan I said, Ooh, my-my and thank you ma'am And when I grab the mic you scream, Ooh, god damn The creme de la creme is who I am MCA, where have you been? Packed like sardines in the tin So kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins 'Cause when it comes to quarries I'm known to swim And Adrock, light up the place And if you pull my card, you pull the ace And if you ask me, turn up the bass And if you play defender, I could be your hyper space so Body movin', body movin' A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin', body movin' We be getting down and you know we're crush groovin' You will do eight hops on the left, eight on the right Four left, four right, two left, two right, the one each Left right, left right. Start and land on the balls of the feet Left foot, ready it's one, two, three, four, five |
IntergalacticIntergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Well, now, don't you tell me to smile You stick around, I'll make it worth your while Got numbers beyond what you can dial Maybe it's because I'm so versatile Style profile, I said It always brings me back when I hear Ooh Child From the Hudson River out to the Nile I run the marathon just up 'til the very last mile Well, if you battle me I will revile People always say my style is wild You've got gall, you've got guile (guile) To step to me, I'm a rapophile If you want to battle, you're in denial Coming from Uranus to check my style Go ahead put my rhymes on trial Cast you off into exile Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Jazz and Awol, that's our team Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend I like my sugar with coffee and cream Well, I gotta keep it going, keep it going full-steam Too sweet to be sour, too nice to be mean Well, on the tough guy style, I'm not too keen To try to change the world, I will plot and scheme Mario C likes to keep it clean (clean) Gonna shine like a sunbeam (beam) Keep on rapping 'cause that's my dream (dream) Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes Now when it comes to envy, y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine ('tine) Another dimension, new galaxy Intergalactic planetary Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Well, from the family tree of old school hip-hop Kick off your shoes and relax your socks The rhymes will spread just like a pox 'Cause the music is live, like an electric shock I am known to do the Wop (wop) Also known for the Flintstone Flop (flop) Tammy D getting biz on the crop (crop) Beastie Boys known to let the beat mmm...drop Do it Now when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop If my rap's soup my beats is stock Step from the tables when I start to chop I'm a lumber jack, DJ Adrock If you try to knock me, you'll get mocked I'll stir fry you in my wok Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Do it |
Sneakin' Out the HospitalGo by the name of the King Adrock (rock)Super educated, I'm smarter than Spock (Spock) Everytime you hear me, you will agree Ain't no brother like the K-I-D You know what I mean? Yup, yeah I'm tellin' you with the echo...I'm tellin' you H-h-help me...ooh |
Putting Shame in Your GameBeatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spotPuttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party moving to the broad daylight G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright Transhypnotic, robotic, can't stop it No limits to this style and you know you can't lock it First you mock it, rock it, and then you stock it But I've got the styles that are always in the... Well, like a bird floating down on a New York breeze Every thought in the mind is a planted seed So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack Before you know it boomeranging on back Well, I'm the king of Boogle, there is none higher I gets eleven points off the word quagmire Fools can't see me, that's how it is And that's how I like and that's my biz Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all types of shame in the game you got We keep the party moving to the broad day light G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright Time's an illusion as the moments race by Too fast to really grasp, though we may try Deny 'til we die, ooh my-my These thoughts that mislead and then multiply Well, second by second and minute by minute It's like lotto, you have to be in it to win it Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise Lies tax to the max and they'll be feeling those vibes So tell me what you need that you have got Fiending on power will make your blood clot It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong That's why we can't all just get along We're all connected like a Lego set One equaling one together like a croquette Whether we have or have not yet met Well, it ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party moving to the broad daylight G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright Non-stop hip-hop, non-stop hip-hop Non-stop hip-hop, non-stop hip-hop Well, you're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain The selfish ways just can't maintain But these are the breaks when you try and come fake Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked Well, I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12 I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf You be like hello nasty where you been It's time you brought the grimy beats out the Dungeon I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on I get so hyped when I hear this song It's gonna keep me happy like all day long So go and talk shit 'cause it just makes me strong Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash Multinationals spreading like a rash I might stick around or I might be a fad But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got We keep the party moving to the broad day light G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright Our sound is the nicest, it's the sweetest sound Our sound is the nicest, it's the sweetest sound Can't get enough of that f-f-funk Can't get enough of that f-funk Can't get enough of that f-f-funk Can't get enough of that f-funk Junior... |
Flowin' ProseI'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over, I fall, I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad, it's just the way and the purpose of it all Now every word that you heard that I said that you felt Was put in place in the space as they were shuffled and dealt I steal feels from reels, but I pay my respects Paying compliments and disses and deciphering affects Words are water as I court her, as she is pristine Words and mics fall to dust and all that's left is the feelings I give in and I win, I try to never complain Intentions venture to center and then they set the stage But I'll remain sane, making gain without pain Staining trains with names and driving lanes to the refrain And keep it positive as painstaking as it is I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live I'll never turn back 'cause that's the way I've got to live So like a cloud carries rain, I'm gonna carry my rhyme Coming like thunder with lightening timing No hesitation in gestation of thoughts and plans Ferment time like wine, no ploys or scams Like the islands dot the oceans in the endless seas Ideas coming to me in answer to my pleas Woke up this morning right out of a dream Reached for my pen and pad because my mind was on a rhyme scheme What can I do with these bones and flesh? With these animated thoughts in a world repressed? I'm going down like the rhythms on the winds of change I'm keeping calm under pressure like a deep-sea range I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm like Toucan Sam when I follow my nose I'm giving shouts to Gandhi, Garvey, and King His Holiness and all enlightened beings I'll be the one who screams it on the microphone I'll be the one who brings it inside your home But the words ain't mine, I just pass 'em along For Betty Williams and her friends, I sing this song And more ink from my pen and more tears from my eyes And more crimes are committed as I say these lines Youth enough, we put down the gun |
And MeOnce again, I'm all wrapped up in me My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Oh, my god, now take a look at me My lifeline's run by AT&T They got their wires all up in me Is push and pull the way it's got to be? Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me My best friend's my own worst enemy Electricity and gravity Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me Once again, I'm all wrapped up in me You know, I wish that there was some way that I could be outside playing basketball in the rain and not get wet. Now wouldn't that be great, hmm? |
Three MC's and One DJHey, yo, Adam. What's up? This is Mix Master Mike. I'm calling from Sacramento. Umm, I've been wanting to hook up with you maybe on some tracks. I've got some shit right here. If you could... I set my turntable to a wah wah pedal. It's called the tweak scratch. 'Cause nobody can do it like Mix Master canCome on I've got the D double-O, D double-O style Here we go again because it's been a while Do me a favor, don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile My name's Mike D, and I'm the ladies choice I want to get next to you like Rose Royce (Royce) Y'all gather round to hear my golden voice (voice) 'Cause when it's time to rhyme, you know I get noice Cruising like a fan boat on the glade He'll tweak your ass across the cross fade So watch your back when he takes the stage (stage) (woo!) Or he'll send you off on a naked rampage Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike, what'cha got to say? Bug out to Mike all the time Sweet and sour like a tangerine Fresh like a box of Krispy Kremes Kenny Rogers' Gambler is my gambling theme Mix Master Mike with the scratch routine Always updated and in the know (know) You know we break it down going toe to toe The bass is booming from down below And Norton is chillin' with Mario (woo-wee!) Well, my name is Adrock, I'm a Scorpio Don't ask me 'cause I just don't know I'm known to mop, I'm known to glow (glow) But don't get mad 'cause I gots to go Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike, what'cha got to say? Gotta, gotta, gotta get down Mix Master, cut faster Mix Master, cut-cut, cut faster All top secret and classified ('fied) I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide It's all hypnotic and sanctified (woo-wee!) I never wanna let a bad day slip by Now we be getting stupid in your area (huh?) Causing all kinds of hysteria ('steria) My beats is sick like malaria But don't worry, I'll take care of ya Me and Adam, Adam, and Mario C In the studio with the place to be To all the party people who are happy and free (free) With Mix Master Mike, we're making history Three MC's and one DJ We be getting down with no delay Mix Master Mike, what'cha got to say? God damn, that DJ made my day You came off with that one, Joe Oh, my goodness |
Can't, Won't and Don't StopThat's right, comin' to ya all day and all night They are--I don't have to mention them 'cause they're superstars We gonna do a little something like this Aaaahh! Dear Alex and Marilyn They're Lovey and Thurston Howellin' The grasshopper unit is prowlin' And Rufus is back home growlin' For all of y'all that be dozin' On Hornblower's lederhosen Like Walt Disney, he'll be frozen And then the Swiss Hall of Fame, he goes in 'Cause when he's out in space carousin' Pick up my mic and start joustin' My name plate medallion Says never trust a Hal 9000 Well, can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm 'Cause I get down, 'cause I get down 'Cause I get down, get down, get down, get down, get down Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again? Inspector Clouseau and Derek Flint Nothin' but sparks ignitin' Check two, one-two, mic testin' This one goes out to Dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life nonviolent Mario, rewind the tape and punch 'em in Like Chuck D with the where you never been, I'm in Well, can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm 'Cause I get down, 'cause I get down Can't, won't, don't stop rockin' to the rhythm 'Cause I get down, 'cause I get down I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep moving, movin' on Oh, my-my, I'm really not feelin' it Oh, my-my, something's really wrong Oh, my-my, I'm really not feelin' it Oh, my-my, something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin' Bitin' MCs I'm oustin' With spinach in your teeth, you're grinnin' So on your way out, please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in Those basslines Yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin' Just add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin' I'm off the hook, don't bother dialin' They're gonna put me in the b-i-n And if I die, notify the next of kin It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all Can't, won't, don't stop, can't, won't, don't stop Can't, won't, don't stop, can't, won't, don't stop Movin' on Fresh!The Biz Grasshopper ExperimentThere was no rhyme at the beginning there, right? Ahh, yeah, I'm just gonna bring them in, like an introduction I gotcha I gotcha, Super Mario Mario, Mariooo Ahh, right y'all Comin' to you with full force Yeah, all night on the sauce Well, we're gonna do a little something like this Never trust a Hal 9000 When it comes to fire, I'm dousing Pick up your mic and start joustin' Praying Mantis style, not Shaolin I don't want the capers, I'm prowlin' But they're in vegetarian sharks fin Them chrome domes in a tailspin 'Cause I don't drink scotch and I don't drink gin When it comes to books with rhymes within Packed like sardines in the tin Tight ass bodies, I'm rousting Karate chops and roundhouses Uh-oh, that was Mario's fault |
Song for JuniorThank you very muchI'm hypnotized by you I'm hypnotized by you By you, by you, by you, by you By you, by you... |
I Don't KnowWhat's pleasing to the eyeIn the delusion of my sight Is not what I find when I reach into the light I have lost my mind I'm walking through time Deluded as the next guy Pretending and hoping to find That distant peace of mind I don't know Who does know? There is no Where to go It's not so simple as I try to wish But then again what is? There is no other worthy quest So on I go I don't know Who does know? There is no Where to go I don't know Who does know? Where to go I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know |
Negotiation Limerick FileBet you're wondering what's been going onBet you think I've almost lost my mind My DJ's got the cuts, and the beats are on We're coming with the limericks, and we're coming strong And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme When it comes to keeping it real, I keep it really wrong At the risk of sounding crass, I would like to mention That I'm well aware of your wack intentions To usurp my prose, you so-and-so It's my primary bone of contention I tell you, everybody, I've had it With all these people with static I'll go insane if it don't rain Sucker MCs are problematic I love it when you hit those switches I curve ball what my pitch is So here we-here we come Like dum-ditty-dum I keep all five boroughs in stitches You're right, man Sound, sound, sound, sound, sound, sound Sound, sounds sweeter through the echoplex And it'll spin you around and throw you in a hex Until you feel no pain inside your brain All your worries are soothed by the sound effects You read it in the Post and the Daily News Listen, everybody, let's show improve Don't let me begin about heroin Living six feet deep just ain't the move We're giving you soul power I like it sweet and sour When it comes to rhymes and beat designs I'm at the control tower Tell me what makes you so afraid Of all these people you say you hate Just give it one time for your mind And let's try to negotiate C'mon, let's try to negotiate Let's try to negotiate Bet you're wondering what's been going on Bet you think I've almost lost my mind Bet you think I've almost lost my mind |
ElectrifyElectrify, ele-electrify, electrify Electrify, ele-electrify, electrify Electrify, ele-electrify Words coming forth like water from the tap Clap tracks line the spaces places papers people stack Back track through the minutes when the thoughts went insane I pulled the picture off the cover and blew out the mind games People say this is the playlist of the void non-bound But I can say this is the plainness of the peace I've found It's not the sorrow or the pity that we hope to dismantle It's just the cast of past dice lighting both ends of the candles Scandelescent in the means, I have dreamed on the schemes Reunited in the times of such picturesque scenes So can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes, realize, electrify Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify So I plan and I scam and write it off on my taxes It's times like these, I'll just go with the decisions of the masses And to the crowds who've come before with their profit massing ways To the greed that fucked it up and brought it down to today With pain I stand sane and remain holding strong Whilst all around me those who clowned me are now drowning by the throngs It's illogical the actions that are typically displayed A set back ain't all that much problem to invade So I will glow like a lantern on a new moon night I'll fight violence with these hands that weren't built to fight But like a furnace burning coal my goals are bound to burn in flames Whether achieved or dismantled by the agendas displayed Can I get a witness to testify? Open your eyes, realize, electrify Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify Electrify, electrify, ele-electrify |
Picture ThisListenSomething on the windowsill Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside Nowhere left to hide Picture this now crystal clear Nothing left to hold her here And creeping up meanwhile Traces of a smile Something on the windowsill Caught her eye and held her still The cars pass by outside If I could fly Open wide to see if I could fly Something on the windowsill Something on the windowsill |
UniteGeesh!Yeah, all the time New school, old school (a'ight!) Keep it on and on Uhh, yeah Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell I've got the ill technique, so you know me well We be kickin' bass, all up in your face And when it comes to beats, well, I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse, it beats Skull Snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye? I gots to do my thing and that's no lie Well, ice is cold and fire is hot And when it comes to competition, we've got them locked U-N-I-T-E A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why, but can't deny If we could work it out, it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me, party people, what's your zodiac sign? Breakdancers of the world, unite! Oh shit...yeah Bboys of the world, unite! Well wicked I went inside the deli, and my man's like what? I write the songs that make the whole world suck I need to break it down every chance I get So, ssshhh, we keep it raw on the set Automation, circulation Well, this is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks, and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane? Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath, then maybe try Scope And if you wash your ass, you best use soap Now people of the world, you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm coming down with the boogaloo flu Explain to me really what doctors must do Ravers of the world, unite! Come on now We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes, best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technics 1200's, I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin' action Do it like this for the intergalaction Asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio, so you know I'm very sexual Shout outs to Rach and my brother Matthew In Money-Makin', it's how we do I be smokin' roaches in the vestibules In the next millennium, I'll still be old school High roller, big baller I call 'em crullers but you know they're called crawlers I keep it movin' to the broad daylight Bgirls of the world, unite! (a'ight!) Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Hahahaha... Ah, with the rump shakin' action |
DedicationI want to take this minute to introduce you to my people This one is for Sao Paulo This one's for Baytown To Sac-Town, the whole Bay Area and all galaxies Bangkok This goes out to, to Albee Square Mall This one's for Ondo Bombay Espana Upper Tasmania Scandinavia To all the people in the Dead Sea This one's for Newcastle, where Venom come from Kyoto This one's for Gloucester, Massachusetts New Dehli Italia Bejing The Takei Brothers Cairo Miami Xenon 14th Street |
Dr Lee PhDJungle-jungle, Merlin Production Company Black Ark International Branch presents Coffin going around, have you seen Mister Brown? Coffin going around, going around the town Have you seen Mister Brown? Whispering voices, whispering voices Whispering voices, have you seen Mister Brown? They who want to control always lose control They who wants everything always lose everything Coffin going around, have you seen Mister Brown in town? Have you seen Mister Brown? They who want total control always lose control Some always lose their soul for silver and gold Silver and gold are by none Was in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth Rise up and walk, rise up and walk Rise up and walk, rise up and walk A weepin' time, weepin' time, and reapin' time Weepin' time and creepin' time Reap what you sow Rockin' comin' from the weepin' mind And all that I reap is mine So you cannot reap what is mine Say Was in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth Black ganja cigarette Kindly weed and ganja marijuana lung's breath Rise up and walk, rise up and clap Rise up and hap, rise up and lift up your cap Lift up your cap, and rise up and hap Do the thunder clap, great ball of fire on the sky And reap your time, weep your mind Weepin' time, reapin' time, harvest-harvest time You reap what you sow, I reap what I sow Coffin going around, have you seen Mister Clown? He used to call himself Mister Brown, and king sat down He no longer miss the town He not know that I miss the crown and missed the ground What's comin' up from under ground, we'll weep in time I.N.R.I. Production that takes over France With voo-doo dance and science arts Science machine and science dream This is a living dream from the Beastly Brothers And the Beastly Boys with their beastly toys To give you some beastly joys So put on your beastly drawers And show me a beastly pose Hahahaha... |
Instant DeathAnd what do you do whenYour man kills himself and How do I make friends now? And where is my mom? I need to show her that She taught me And please let me Die an instant death |
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