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[Featuring De La Soul]
INTRO What's up world? Goin' give you a little love right here My man DJ Honda blessed us with a joint Word up De La up in here ha We goin' to spread a little love To some folks who up in my hair right now Ah'ight? Check it out Verse One It was a big deal moving my big wheel to L.I. Had a back yard tho' shit moved slow Caught a cat on the humble wassup wassup kid? Ya'll be memorizin' flicks of the wild things we did We was brick-ball niggas, six small niggas And they knew it, and wasn't no-body runnin' through us Steppin' in the backyard parties was a blast Fucking up our sneakers on the wet grass Remember getting stabbed in ya ass? Your Moms sat us all down Said we was niggas and clowns but it was just love And plus love showed me that she was a diamond Findin' out God, took a hit me dead on my heart And made the eye water start But you was strong, can ya hear me Huggy? Keep your mind crystal clear when your thought gets muggy We them easy street kids from Mr. Bryant's basement Wishin' for the Apollo, tryin' to get dough Now my time moves slow, ain't it all full circle? A dove cry makes the whole scene turn purple Remember that night you had to hide in the freezer? For real, see them kids were real, we still ?slear? But now we grown niggas, and we handling kids We been since day one, and the days ain't over Gotta share a back seat, push with the chauffer My Pops said he's waiting for your ass in the zone So we can fly to the land, and welcome you home Rob-O see we good to go, you know the rest... Don't stress, love-love baby. Ah'ight? Chorus If you got time to give, I got time to think See, it could all change in one eye blink While you in the trouble water I hope ya don't sink Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink Verse Two Check it out Some rarely saw the negative cause From the depths of one's blurred everything's now Cleared by laws Mad for mere seconds, in the span of dying Trying to tell you don't go, I'm about to blow No mo' innocence, it's about the dollars And events of fame Aren't you? Search your name From the group? Search your name On the dotted line, back before the rhyme I had reasons To punch the kid who tried teasin' during lunch It was a matter of pro-mo-ting de-cen-cy But the 'de' and the 'cy' fell off, so I sinned Again and again, until Jesus came down Wait, I'm still sinning! I guess he hasn't reached the ground! Thoughts of me, before my voice could Even recall, couldn't afford the physical peep How then was now, but now is not Yo, I'm a minute wiser but it seems, kid I got some beef, can't take or shake off the wrong Accept my apologies to Bob, pass the horn! No need for false alarm Word up! The Nuyopian charm is for show back again It's rememberin' the was that is now gone For the access of the now so I can move on For the access of the now so I, so I Chorus x2 Outro G'night world, g'night world De La, yo My man DJ Honda is on the beat like this Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink, don't sink ya'll Just letting ya'll into the fleeing moments Of the memories of mine And about like this, one time, one time |
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[Featuring Black Attack]
What? "I represent no question" "Entire life's a record" Redman from Dat's My Word Yo I get hooknotic (what?) I catch that prey on they victims Big black I hi tech shit like radar systems Unsecessfully they try to get rid of me Shit on me you must be kdding me Thinkin' I'm a let that float (never) so it's time I severly touch this track up Back up cousin I'm about to twist this next sack up For real tho' I bang like steel toed tims Watch where you park at my man might steal your rims We in the dark at all time of the night steady cheefin' Rollin' with the illest of niggas so stop beefin' Occassionly (what?) you might find me blazin' The rawest of MC's to spice you like Cajaun Flow straight nasty like stank vagina And I keep my shit pumpin' from Chile to China Rewind it one time let me kick one more rhyme One more time roll one more dime Hook: We keep it tight right plus we keep it poppin' On top of that we hip hoppin' and don't stoppin' "I represent no question" "Entire life's a record" I'm cross country like Sony triple like Tony Get nasty like bologny, Ginuwine so ride the Pony Uncomparable, noncompatable to your whole shit You got it how can you tell to go get? Cause lyrically I'll twist your shit back Without no hesitation or the slightest bit of procrastination I'll blast the nation on some Black Attack shit What nigga don't try and stop me You need to hit up your local record shop and cop this bit I know you're sick of those nonsense cat's kickin' wack raps Talkin' about traps it's time to face the facts Perhaps you're trying to get doe like Suge Knight All the real niggas represent your hood right Hook Yo we keep it on some hip hop don't stop I pops the cherry Added a new edition to my shit so you don't have to worry Toss rhyme flurries Hot to Def like Keith Murray I'll bury your words and crush your thoughts in a hurry Mutilate your mental have your whole style up First A and B reach your card out then I pull your file out Stay on top of my game Moves be stratigic Battlin' don't fuck around I'll leave you paraplegic I mean it I give props to those who climb poetically Not those who take it personal when I'm speakin' hypothetically I'm just reppin', flowin' steadily Unforgetable like Natalie Son switch up so incredibly So my joints be the total oppostie of gun clappin' Just blunts and rappin' Beat box and finger snappin' Who put the DAT in? I let my nigga DJ Honda cut it up live Spark up the lye Hook scratching |
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featuring 50 Grand Keith Murray
Yo DJ Honda HAI Keith Murray HAI L.O.D. HAI 50 Grand HAI Redman HAI Erick Sermon HAI Johnny Heart HAI Calico and D.L. 50 Grand: Now this is something for your white behinds and black minds If you fuck with 50 Grand your bound to never shine Me and the mics a love affair permanate warfare I'd rather die in here then have to live this life in fear I need eternal riches and bitches don't ask for forgiveness Thuggin' senseless out for my paper relentless My streets is watchin' my crew like they watching you I keep the heat for whoever wanna see if it's true We be on the block rain sunshine hail with the scale Only slang when the coke price fail you frail I'm smooth as silk don't milk off the shit I built That's fucked up like the day I heard my mans got killed Amneon Robinson and Shakim real thugs to the end Rest in peace till we meet my friend These cats want beef don't wet that I'll bless that Make sure these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that Hook: This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds If you front on 50 Grand you're bound to never shine (x2) Keith Murray: First of all I gotta give thanks and praise To L.O.D., grace and mercy broung me through many days A lot of people that I loved passed away And I never thought I would have to face life this way And for those that live in the poverty stricken Beggin' for forgivenness cause they know God is listenin' But we forced to keep the hollow tips whistlin' Man listen we ain't sweatin' no competition And if I cry I cry flames It's a damn shame they wait to scandalis the name They wanna see us back on the block or locked by the cops Or shot like Biggie Smalls and Tupac (rest in peace my niggas) Run it I never fronted I got my whole crews life on it Bet y'all niggas don't want it From Calimazu to Timbutu like Sem said I'll find you Camelflaush couldn't hide you So get our shit to us all we deserve Save the fly shit for the motherfuckin' birds Word to Dris, Apple, Shawn plus it be half of us Roll with the rush or get your ass bust Hook Keith Murray outro: This is for you backstabbers comin' from behind If you front on mine you're bound to never shine |
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[Featuring KRS One Doe V]
Intro: All you sucker MCs just sit back and hear the new lyrical styles comin' straight out of America New York to be exact. Like to shout out DJ Honda this is KRS One with Doe V. KRS One: I open fire with lyrical gats for opening acts and opening tracks Without vocally knowin' they raps I crack backs when active raps get 16 gold and platinum plaques I been there and done that You wanna critique the teacher but you know you haven't studied People turn funny when they think you're makin' money The true philosopher of hip hop is in the place I'll punch you in your face then discuss clearing space Damagin' my electro magnetic extention Radiate six feet in every single direction Guessin' stressin' they tensin' Yo Doe-V yo teach 'em now the new lessons Doe V: It's team player baby hold this shit down since the 80's So how the hell am I gonna let one of these new niggas play me Wanna spray me lay me shadey with the 380 Crazy nigga play me be a cold night in Hades We keeps it real with ya paw But cats get froud like saggy titties in a push up bra It's fucked up how they did Big Poppa Will the show go on? They gotta And pokers still bring it proper KRS-One: Fresh for 97 from 86 that makes 11 Years on the microphone Can We Talk like Tevin I Run like th Reverend, hip hop heaven The number of God is not only seven It's nine and three so come follow me On a journey to witness a real MC The mind tricks the body I was in the party When Dougie recorded Lodi Dodi And I ain't see nobody Hook: If one slow, then everybody slow If one know, then everybody know If one flow, then everybody flow If one blow nigga, then everybody blow (x2) KRS-One: It's me again sober but never lonely with Doe V Moving closely you got skills kid now show me K the R the S is the teacher don't forget that Challenging this could get your album date set back Diplomatic this rap addict tunes out static No we can't have it I spurt the verbal Magic like Mister Don't get it Twisted like Sister Or Keith like Sweat trickles down your cheek better put up the anus Chewin' your crew like cheese danish let me change this Lyrical flows I reign this You can't tame this this is aimless MCin' while bein' famous and rich Still believe it it's got to be that way Which way, the no bitch way, the no snitch way Definatly not the bitch way "Is he a real ferous serious?" They ask right when they cranium cracks Doe-V: Shamma Lamma can't nobody slamma And if I can't slam ya I'm a hit you with a hammer Huh boom bamma then you say "Damn ah why'd ya hit me Shamma Lamma?" "Cause that's still the way I am-ah" Can have tight security still run up in your jamma And hit you like a 4-4 slug kablamma blamma Who's name rings bells 360 from toliet 12 Legend has it when he piss he put out the fires in hell Plus rock well, honies wanna Fuck You For Free like Akinele So cocktales through niggas window if my glock fail It ain't where your from it's what your representin' Mama always taught me never eat where you be shittin' Oh no he didn't Straight from jail for I'm kickin' Can't trush them hoes I can see clear from where I'm sittin' Since the days of (Brooklyn keeps on takin' it) Bronx keeps creatin' it (True only relate to this) A few real niggas left and the rest is immitatin' it Mistaking it for life is too hard then we breakin' it Doe-V is coming through with KRS ain't no mistakin' it KRS-One: Put the jewels on the table we takin' it Hook (x2) Doe V: I damage your molecular structure your heart beat fluctured Main arteries rupture I puncture Your style my mental state's on the prowl I bring it wild like a bunch of immates goin' to trail I cause havoc a mystery like Voodu magic I set the static I'm comin' barracade the barracks Disrupt your molecules I demolish crews And bruise and toss A-yo nail to the cross Hook (x4) |
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featuring Al Tariq A.L. Black Attack Cuban Link JuJu Problemz
"We're just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic RIGHT!" [Slick Rick] *sample cut and scratched* [Cuban Link] Yo twin I do my thing baby Cuban Link is one in a million Me and my squad of villains be stealin and robbin/Robin like Williams Then we hop in the BM convertible I'll verbally murder you Wit a versatile verse or two, up close and personal, word I'm Universal like the Studios, put my foot up your booty-hole duke Then burn that ass like ?Manculio Jew? Pass the uzi, pun the left hand side and let the best man try To come test Spanish Fly [Ju Ju] Um shorty, how you make it slip like that? Yo I love it when you wrap your legs around my back I remember when you used to act shitty and pass On the video, now you wan' give me that ass It's all love though, money make the world rotate I'll be hittin them hips till they dislocate Yo I'm official wit the pipe game, I ain't no clown Big Ju mami, gon' make your love come down [A.L.] Aiyyo Ju, I speak original, to me there's no comparison Cuz when it comes to microphones, I'm nicer than Samaritans I cause embarrassment to rappers, think you servin me? Y'all could bring the gasoline, but ain't a brotha ever burnin me My youths concernin me, eternally of the infirmiry Stalkin these clowns, walkin around, times similar to Germany Chokin the ground as the skies turn to burgundy The illest lyricist, that's why these rappers wanna murder me, what! Chorus 2x Chorus [Cuban Link] La di Da di, we love to party We always cause trouble when we guzzle Bacardi "We're just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!" [Slick Rick] [Al Tariq] Aiyyo remember how I used to break them down I got tears for years when I used to shake them down And then I dust em off, no come, I calm none done finito Hit the bad freaks but, be that man burnin the chico You see yo, mouth pieces, bitch pieces Four releases, five times in human pieces Shit ceases, no beef wit the great one The black sheep could snuff asleep, could bust a fake one [Problemz] Get your snot-box Rocked like Charles Dutton Who else could it be, but no other than the P part three Still out for cash and killa noise nigga Spark lah, stay high bring your boys nigga Head in the sky where it's supposed to be Writers approachin me, tryin to get close to me Thinkin about roastin me, psssst...you gotta be jokin me I'm ultimately one of the top MC's, drop MC's Lock it down like Monopoly, ain't a damn thing stoppin me [Black Attack] Yo yo, now you just done heard five raw MC's Last but not least Black, bout to blaze these trees Shit be real walkin in the streets in NYC I just, hold my head, that thug shit ain't me Son you know how it be, offically feelin mad vibe inside of me Catch me on a island, still screamin "Fuck that!" Drop a charter, we on tracks Yo Black rep that, everytime I'm on wax Chorus 2x -woman singing and Slick Rick sample cut up- [Cuban Link] Yo yo, yo yo La di Da di, we love to party "Just some men, we're just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!" (You don't stop) Yo yo, La di Da di, we love to party "Just some men, we're just some men that's on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic RIGHT!" |
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[Featuring The Beatnuts]
Intro: Uh ha ha yeah you know what time it is Do you know what time it is? Uh (what time is is baby what time?) Yeah. (Beatnuts) Blaze it. Psycho Les: Once again back it's thee incredible Imperial your material is edible So I'm a dead it the good life I'm a get it Hip hop I'm a wet it criticly politicly You can never shit on me Sun bunny how could it be I let you live listening to the good in me You got to pay more I'm through livin' crazy poor When I've been doing this here since 84 Crazy raw rushing ghetto marawanero Burn more green then flushing marrow sipping Armaretto Like Camp Lo my voice thunder and make your amp blow Look in the back and see the black smoke I be the clever roni Son you forever phoney Bow down to the dutch master of the ceremony (ceremony) Motherfuckers (motherfuckers) Hook: (Who's the trifest?) My clique be the trifest Packin' heavy metal devieces and whatever the price is Good pay freeze your income (Isis) One minute on top now we on top that's the way life is JuJu: No such thing as too much class to much cash This little nigga get's too much ass I wouldn't say that I'm mad rich But I stay grillin' a bad bitch I guess it all come with the package The beat flipper big tipper I drink my liquor Straight cause I'm feelin' much quicker I rhyme sicker you fuckin' nervous Ten years of community service for that wack flow Actin' like you stack doe Play the back DJ Honda's on the track yo Beatnuts forever die hard let the mack go Da da da da da niggas show me the stash Now you know that we Out For The Cash Hook Talking: That's the way life is. Uh yeah Beatnuts, no doubt. 9-7 9-8. You know who be blazin' that ganja Yo what my DJ name? DJ HONDA! (x4) |
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[Featuring Black Attack]
Intro: Big Black A&B representitive. Blaze It Up remix like that. What? Blazin' it up across the land to Japan. Like that. O.K. it's goin' down baby. No doubt word up. A yo Honda spit some hot shit. Blaze it up son. A&B: Yo Black Attack yes indeed Read to set this off no matter what the speed Cause I flips my delivery Uncontrolably foul on you son duke why you holdin' me? I guess it's the way I brake ya ankles with the lyrical Like Allen Ive shakin' Mike down somethin' hysterical You believe in miracles (what?) well good Cause If's gonna take that times infinity to keep me out your hood (Slow down) I can't I'm blazin' like fire with no wood (oh) You brakin' shit down so it's all understood Ha ha bring that back Funkdafied like Da Brat Black Attack flipppin' the track Representin' like that let me find out y'all cats Don't know (y'all don't know) black about to blow like Po (like Po) Without the doe (without the doe) so yo fast or slow I glow like a three double 0 Vergo's in the house now flow Hook: Blaze it up up up up we gon burn it down "Blaze it up"-Onyx Blaze it up up up up Honda brings it down Blaze it up up up up we gon burn it down Blaze it up blaze it up Sean Black: They use to call me Sean Black Known for being a Trooper like Isuzu Not worried about what you do Black magic like voodu But still proceed to shoot my lyrics right through you You ask for a battle son I bring it right to you (oh yeah) Rep to Roosevelet Island run with A&B Got props all over the world like the B.C.C. We be the illest, strong arm like Kevin Willis (Willis) I feel it's time to let them know who be the realest Fake cats play the back while get this doe You can bring your best but you can never match this flow Black the new kid, the one you never heard of (heard of) Nigga that's on some cool out shit but lyrically commiting murder Touch tracks upf rom the back up Niggas betters top slackin' off and twist this sack up This the Black Attack shit what? Y'all niggas know how it go y'all could never stop the flow That's my word baby bro Hook Sure enough funky DJ Honda oooh. Black Attack in the house oooooh |
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[Featuring Problemz]
Intro: F.B. B.K. G.P. universal. Verse 1: I specialize in poetic calisthenics And stay on my P's and Q's like alphabetics Who else could it be but no other then the P.R.O.B. L.E.M.Z. and my right hand man from G.P. B.K. collaboration we spark lye stay high like inflation (What?) Patient back and fourth on this track Puttin' facts on wax without hesitation They'll be no mistakin' we makin' Nothin' but power moves ill representation While DJ Honda cut shit up like Jason Cross fadin' back and forth on S.L. Twelve double 0 spark dros get blessed L's Get twisted like pretzels when the dred sells Me the buddah blessed I spark up then the red cells In my eyes become highly prevalent, anti benevolent Never hesitant to represent Hook: Fromt he land of G.P. to the streets of F.B. "I represent from midnight to high noon" -GZA 'Liquid Swords' Problemz Honda collaboration been awaitin' From the streets of F.B. to the land of G.P. "I represent from midnight to high noon" "Drop megaton bombs" -GZA 'Liquid Swords' Verse 2: A-yo this industry is overflooded with acresses and actors Perpetrating the role of rappers with theatric tactics Constantly contributing to wackness Never surpass this cause you lack this perhaps it's Your lack of practice got you soundin' ass backwards Well I'm here to flip the script like gymnastics On y'all wack bastards The shit I kick is from the heart rappers use to rhymes now there's nothing but actors playin' parts Instead of spendin' time in the lab writtin' lines Niggas is basin' they whole rhyme on fictonal crime When half the time These niggas is straight up suburbaners Talkin' about they murderers and burgulars Hook Verse 3: A-yo I manufacture hits like a factory my faculty Is backin' rappin' be what enables me To live lavishly Happily ever after who the master Rememver me Problemz comprehending me? Mad energy when it be time for action No swingin' or knuckles strickly ammo blastin' Kill The Noise part II J.P., P.K. collaboration to be continuned Hook |
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[Featuring Common]
Intro: On the southside. Ha gon get down with that get down let me spit rounds this is how that shit sounds check it out ch'all. Ha. It's the metaphysicals some say the score the revolution therefore I have come a calm before the storm Words are born formed drawn in the brain Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded Granded I stand with the style that is free I'm the Mandela ask Nelson brothers love me I lay it lovely I'm ugly bogus on the mic I strike like a teacher rappers are line Stand in line with they signs tryin' to picket They pick it the way I kick it Cause with it I'm not wicked cause that's malignant I use my figments which is vivid And give it to ya baby like love without no limit I have no limits no gimmicks no image don't mimick I'm finished no minutes to be timid Which shit stick should I spit with? I'm the nitwit that shit sick I stick with and kick with The crew I clique with that's who I sit witha and trip with And sip with the buds are lifted and gold digified And hit without equipment I've often been depicted On the solid when it likwit Yo this is shit is for my man Honda |
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[Featuring Mos Def]
Intro: yeah yo yo what time the plane leavin? ahhh alright i see you at the airport *samples of "r r r r rock on"* Chorus: Memories don't live like people do They always remember you Whether things are good or bad its just the memories Memories don't live like people do o Baby don't forget me I'm a travellin' man Movin through places space and time Gotta lotta things i got to do God willin' I'm comin back to you My baby boo I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime) Gotta lotta things i got to do But God willin' I'm comin back to you Baby boo I'm leavin Verse 1: Well go 'head and leave The call heard 'round the world from the wives of MC's These cats is playin all that half a pound A garment bag we snatch it down Ain't got the state but we could prob'ly run a blacker town Scenarios like this is tear jerkers For the modern MC I ain't a blue collar worker 'Cuz this thing called rhymin' no different from coal minin' We both on assignment to unearth the diamond When you start climbin' And then I start shinin' You be strugglin' and strivin' And they think you prime-timin' Matain and keep silence make note and observation This confrontation This is the daily operation A concentration Stay focused on my ?dissertation? 'Bout to reach my destination with the balls of hesitation Baby make the preperation 'cuz this ain't no recreation This is Pro Ball! And we lettin you know y'all At the show y'all Doin' this for dough y'all Get the phone call And I'm ready to blow y'all 'Bout to go y'all Been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm lettin' you know that... Chorus: Memories don't live like people do They always remember you Wether things are good or bad, its just the memories Memories don't live like people do-o Baby don't forget me, I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time Gotta lotta things i got to do G-d willin I'm comin back to you My baby boo I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime) Gotta lotta things i got to do But in time I'm comin back to you Baby boo I'm leavin Verse 2: But God willin' I'll be back home To drop these heavy ass bags up off my backbone Around the world with a catalog of rap songs My baby girl is walkin, been away for that long But no you haven't well least that's how it seem to me My home town is like a whole different scenery The old timers on the stoop leaning leisurely The new jacks up in the bar smokin greenery Easily taken for granted when you up in it but its sweet scented When you been down for a minute Move around city damage Break it down with the vintage The innovative Classical B-Boy image Collect the winners 'Cuz thats the reason that we came here This thing is not a game here The fortune not the fame here From New York to the ?Cakalaks? Cali in the Caddilacs Chicago know we innovate Infiltrate Virginia State DC make me say your name Philly know we penatrate Georgia make us generate Like suns as they create the pace They celebrate to my jams in foreign lands Even your mans in Japan know who I am Innocent, like everybody out in Nippon Say ichiban, may God have well where your getting from Phenomenom, 'scuse me that's a phone call Its the show y'all Tryin' to get this dough y'all 'Bout to blow y'all Been a pleasure to know y'all And I'm lettin' you know that... Chorus: Memories don't live like people do They always remember you Wether things are good or bad, its just the memories Memories don't live like people do-o Baby don't forget me, I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time Gotta lotta things i got to do But in time I'm comin back to you My baby boo I'm a travellin' man Movin through places, space and time(space and tiiiime) Gotta lotta things i got to do But G-d willin I'm comin back to you Back to you I'm leeaaavvvvinnn'! I'll be back to you I'm leeaaavvvvinnn'! I'll be back to you All over the world we go DC all over the world we go VA all over the world we go The ?Cakalaks? all over the world we go London all over the world we go Japan we go over the world we go Paris we go over the world we go (Beat playing in background and samples of *samples of "r-r-r-rock on"*) 1-2, 1-2...All aboard! |
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