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 Move

Yo...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 Control

Boom, 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 Man

I 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 Test

It'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

Intergalactic

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

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 Hospital

Go 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 Game

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 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' Prose

I'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 Me

Once 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 DJ

Hey, 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 can

Come 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 Stop

That'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 Experiment

There 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 Junior

Thank you very much

I'm hypnotized by you
I'm hypnotized by you
By you, by you, by you, by you

By you, by you...

I Don't Know

What's pleasing to the eye
In 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 File

Bet you're wondering what's been going on
Bet 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

Electrify

Electrify, 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 This

Listen

Something 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

Unite

Geesh!
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

Dedication

I 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 PhD

Jungle-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 Death

And what do you do when
Your 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