Title: Kinetic
Artist: Radiohead
Composer(s): Thomas Yorke, Edward O'Brien, Colin Greenwood, Jonathan Greenwood, Philip Selway
Lyric:
You're bein' took for a ride
Plain, old and lazy
Please keep movin'
Better keep movin'
Don't fall asleep at the wheel
I'll wait for you but you never came
Please keep movin'
Better keep movin'
Kinetic
Kinetic
Kinetic
Please keep movin'
Better keep movin'
Kinetic
Kinetic
Kinetic
...
Title: I Don'T Care
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Ahmir Thompson, Karl Jenkins, Anthony Tidd, Tarik Collins, Gray, Leonard Hubbard, Frank Walker
Lyric:
Ooh yeah, I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
Yo, I don't really know but somebody said
That the O.G. flow, it could fuck witcha head
And the police know that the green black and red
Too strong to control, they study what I said
Dig it, my name is 'Riq, and when I'm on the mic
I'm known to spit somethin' that these MC's hate
I couldn't care less what you feel what you say
'Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way, I'm a monster
You know I'm certified sick
I came from the corner where nobody got shit
Took the cards I was dealt, turned it into hot spit
Now I'm not only a passenger, I'm in the cockpit
Been a long time comin', I was caught in the scramble
Of cats, tryin' to do the same thing that they man do
Eagles born to fly, real is made to ramble
"A Dangerous Mind," I'm a prime example
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin' the ground up
You need to fall back, could be Narc's around us
You in a hot area for marchin powder
If you holdin' chowder, just walk without it
Them real crook brothers don't talk about it
They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid
I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem
They made a lot of money, they money never made them
The game of survival is filled with rivals
Knives and fo'-five slugs flyin' in spirals
The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral
Could be greed and gluttony bubblin' inside you
Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you
Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you
And have you up in somethin' that dont' really involve you
But you don't give a fuck you wanna pump the volume, I know
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
Yo, aiyyo the waistline thumpin', the face kinda jumpin' the game
Lookin' sweeter than a bassline bumpin'
Don't come 'round me sparks and waste time frontin'
Them trick ass marks'll get the eight-five dumpin'
It ain't really bout nothin', Philly just love cuttin'
They shut shit down before the law start shuttin'
Get your route right cousin, be out nightclubbin' relaxed
And wanna get lights out tonight brother
Perhaps, it's the percussion that keeps shit, kinetic
For some it ain't as fame, more sweet the street credit
Some cats that play dirty didn't live, to regret it
But move to the music he can live through the record
I'm a Philly boss player, a dope rhyme sayer
It's Black Ink back gettin' cake by the layer
By the stack, comin' at us, get your weight right yeah
If not, you makin' a mistake right there, f'real
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
I don't care, as long as the bassline's pumpin'
The drumline bangin' away
Make one move and I'll blow you away
One false move and I'll blow you away
Title: B - Boy 2000
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Binzer, Charlie Lopez, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Lawrence Parker, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams
Lyric:
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Crazy Town
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I wanna block with glocks and brass knuckles
A pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle
Space age rage to rattle your cage
Runnin' amok as we fuck up the stage
Taking hip-hop to a whole new level
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel, supernatural
A mac with a pull act a fool Excalibur
Destroying MC's with my vocal algebra
We got somethin' new for you
For you to take your ass and move it too
Hit to lose it to, it's that crazy crew
Takin' you on a ride to the other side, check it
Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak mode
Black holes of lost souls let the story be told
Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
If you ever want to know what time it is
Compared to what time it isn't
When you hear KRS in the house
Just run and get our ticket
'Cause when you come into the jam
The party will be kickin'
All the Wic Wacs and DJ's in the house
Jealous, it get so sickenin'
Now CXT are some cool guys
Still gettin' paid without no ties
At least no jack and I can't hack it
When you gonna ask the question why?
I never liked workin' at Mickey D's
All my life I got B's and C's
Down with the crew called BDP
Shifty, E.P.I.C now when you be
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound
Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, we gather 'round the sound
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I roll at light speed through space and time
With a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes
Cosmo kinetic, I just don't get it
These fools want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic
The Epic, digital bliss
The mega sound consists of a hard drive bits
Written under ground, Crazy Town rock so hard
You'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe
Ill thoughts disperse we're the first and last
High class, white trash rollin' a classic hover craft
In strange days the wickedest ways
Because the norm but it's far from the norm
When we perform, check it
B-boys make some noise, get connected
Respect it, you should expect the unexpected
B-girl reping at the front of the show
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick
Drum a bass beat transforms the level of the street
And the lyrics boulevard status yo, I'm the baddest
Beach front punks they insist I'm the raddest
Thing to hit ever since L.S.D.
Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to the table
When I rock, there is not a label for it
Critics adore it homicidal as it gets
Your wrist slit when I make suicidal imprints
On your brain, I induce pain, so I'm insane
Hell bent burnt you like acid rain
Extraordinarily, I lyricize specialize
In body rockin' rappin' and mackin'
Two triple O, I came to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y'all we came to get down
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound
Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound
CXT, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
Work, work, work
C'mon, c'mon
Make it hard work
Title: Big Ben
Artist: Floetry
Composer(s): K Pelzer, M Ambrosius, N Stewart, D Henson
Lyric:
Songstress, huh, aah
I'm gonna take you on a ride to a lyrical expedition
In vision, imagine this, I be wishin' everybody would listen
Kissing ass until I was able to step into the arena
Make an impression and lesson to our discovery
I out-smarted mathematicians, blazed through expeditions
Through conditions not envisioned by those who pass predictions
In addition got a mission, a vision, if you would listen
Produce collaboration increasing complications
You understand how my floetry got you bubblin'
I see you wonderin' why you hear my name again
Never the same again, yes we came to win again
And if we fail again will love will conquer pain again
Just take a breath and continue the explanation
Turn off the Playstation, still to my detention
Did I mention poetic extension, my redemption
Soul is in suspension at the realization
With poor libation for ethnic formation
Empower this position, more come to listen
Floetry is like a master of chemistry
Turn your negativity into kinetic energy
You can't test we, no, no, you can't test we, see?
Subtractin' abstract messages from within
That's what I'm givin', that's what I'm givin', that's what I'm givin'
Subtractin' abstract messages from within
That's what I'm givin', that's what I'm givin', that's what I'm givin'
Givin', givin'
SE 5, SE 5, SE 5, SE 5
Title: Head Bobs
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Kevin Paul Feyen, William Adams, Brian Scott Lapin, Allan Apll Pineda
Lyric:
I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got even doors
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left them breathless now they're waiting to exhale
Waiting to exhale with some competition
So come in and test well
The next one gets hung and chip of a chisel
I'm making chicks sizzle
There's no question to the way I rip the riddle
I'm awesome, I bring on monsoon when I bloom and blossom
And run over like opossums
Froze on the road with my bike on they cornea
Man I'm warning ya, look, the black eyed peas is formin' up
Ring around your throat that's made up of razor blades
Put the slice and let nice and easy humble days
On out, over, well known casanova
Can I put on an army, quick to take it over
Nine on my, count all my figures
Money on the street went entertainment
Nowadays brothers are getting paid doing nothing
Reciting the same line with the lame rhymes
Frontin' rappers actin' like their pops' was orville Redenbacher
They quick to go pop
But when it's time to fiend for the green they flop
We do it from the heart like blood
Create rhymes that flood, and blow up like the Scud missile
Miss out, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Now check it out like
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
My probation over tracks smacks like no other disciples
Riddle the action of satisfaction brought to you be apple
Alligator now, 'bout to take you on a lyrical voyage
And bend your sure form I would saturated fat
The alligat is on the move
I rhyme to be exact, not exactly on the groove
Several, wopplers, kinetic
My beat's energetic when reseted
You wonder why, we put our friend who caligetic
So check out the fiery, I'm livin' not misery
Supply you with remedies for all these sick whack MC's
That this is song lurks now, time to go to work
To senegrate the ignorant, or shall I say the jerk
Time to contradict now, dig deep to the core
All I sick can be, but I still rip it raw
With the composition, with the position on steady
I'm ready for the mission of freestylin' acting shitty
Converse you with the energy enemy I focus on ya
Every styles you make I will take and break in front of ya
Irratic gets your presence you've been replaced by my essence
The sunshine survive, 'cause that's what we produce
Refuse to take our ability I use
To bruise up your brain with lyrics
Like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Now check it out like
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
This is who we is a 3 D, can he get back from where we enter
Lovely entertainment's what we enter
Feel the force, where we enter like splinter
Black eyed peas be the fools that'll injure
Whole career and your body will be injured
Get dealt quick, and I got one for, uh
How you like me now
W I double l rippin' up a style
That's cool and calm, we droppin' a bomb
And you can nod your head to the rhythm where we are
Some whole new, uh that's well improved
When I'm over 'cause you know I'ma relax in a rule
That soothes your body, really really hardcore
Double, double ta, ta for a while or for raw
Tap,a, tap a skill, it's the whip appeal then
Apple, Apple comin', comin' in with the gill
Let's rock this set exceed to terminate
Time to eliminate the whack that you create
Arm atticulate, when I circulate over tracks
Let me get down and just relax
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down like this
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down
Like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Check it out like
Title: Making A Name For Ourselves
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson
Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Me and my man Com Sense
Rallyin' troops like Joseph Stalin
Where you at yo?
I'm 'bout to make the name Com Sense, a name you fear
Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
And I'ma make the name Canibus, a name you fear
Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while you hold spite like a broken hearted bitch
Don't give no fuck who yo team or who you startin' with
Cameoed or charted with, I house niggaz like apartments with
Mic mechanisms, I dissect a rhythm, move crowds with kinetic wisdom
It's like a Malcolm X-orcisim, fuck the rhythm, I hit him
I want him got not get him, auction his wack ass off, then bid him
I'm creatin' the ultimate verses with perfect lines
Puttin' together them whether my rhyme one threat at a time
So you niggaz need to stop testin' me
'Cuz you know you can't "F" with me
Steppin' to me with in superior weaponry
Exposin' yourself to the verbal radiations
Sayin' you can defeat me is nothin' but speculation
Lyrics unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels
Niggaz be diggin' my styles like fossils and pterodactyls
Who wanna battle? I'm bad to the bone marrow
The Earth got one sun but I walk with three shadows
With Allah, my supernatural bodyguard
Niggaz couldn't touch me if they gave me a massage
MC's will compete with lyrics and beats get crushed
I'll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch
What?
Common, steppin' to me is like going to the county being a neutron
Common, I ain't scared of no nigga
I pursue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other nigga's rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
On knots, I landed, players get played like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in record pools
Niggaz I'm dunkin' like when cops mingle
Fuck hip hop jingles, rhymin' big words and not sayin' shit
The click that you came in with accent your flavor wit'
Like moose, I go to the caves and get niggaz off all fours
I'm the shit that's uncalled for, the shit that you fall for
Far more advanced than a rapper who's career
You could only take a glance, couldn't make the transition
From B-boy to C-note stance
I stand in a circumference, the humbleness
But in the Chi, bumble less
Was thinkin' as a weakness were poetry's in motion
Like a bitch, I'm the main feature
Amongst hard working teachers and corrupt preachers
I make my living off of singles like Latifah
In between sheets like reefer with blunted senses
You couldn't make a statement if you was from a sentence
I'm cold with numb intentions
Fuck with Canibus
Fuck with Canibus
Fuck with Canibus
Fuck with Canibus
Yo, the Canibus is an animal with a mechanical mandible
Comin' to damage you, spittin' understandable slang at you
I be the all seeing lyrical, hammerhead sharp peripheral
With 360 degree visual
When the signal was given, MC's get bitten with venom
From a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em
My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em
My face don't belong in The Source
It belongs on the shroud of turan, for certain
I grab mics and murder shit
It's wickeder than Satan worshipers
Going to Catholic church services, you heard of this
The lyrical verbalist, trash herbalist
The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless
Rap snap, get your ass cracked like bear traps
Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas
And I swear black, try to battle me, you won't last
I'll turn your ass into the artist formerly known as, you gay ass fag
I'll blow you to ashes with tactics
Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard
So phat to be a rap star, takin' pictures at music seminars
People know who you are
Now I got mad shorties that wanna call me
Because they saw me, up in The Source chillin' on page 40
Put this in your CD-ROM, www dot Canibus dot com
You can find me on the Internet talkin' to chicks
That was sweatin' me off the Music Makes Me High remix
I be talkin' mad trash tryin' to get 'em to laugh
See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass
Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave.
Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab
You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2
Beast from the East part 2, comin to see you
It's time I made the name Com Sense a name y'all fear
Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
Now that I made the name Canibus a name you fear
You still scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)
Since I made the name Com Sense a name y'all fear
Y'all niggaz is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared
And since I made the name Canibus a name you fear
You stay scared, I'm still your worst nightmare squared
That's double for niggaz who ain't mathematically aware
(To catch another sucka duck MC out there)
Title: Live It Up
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Trevor Smith, James Dewitt Yancey
Lyric:
Yea
Pick up the pace now
C'mon
Yea
This feel like that tight shit
That make you just go get the keys to your whip
And just bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
N'ah I mean
Go stop at the little spot
Get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce, bounce
Yo, now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasonin' was finger lickin'
Everythin' looks grand and I feel so good today
Jewels jinglin' below my belly
You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly
Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny
See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic
Like we don't give a fuck
Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck
Then we wylin' and we thuggin' a little
Yo we ain't wylin' much
A little mellow from the spark of the Dutch
Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speed ballin', like we all in a rush
While we switch a couple of lanes
Flick my little hazard light on
Better pull over and get on the lawn
Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block
Make a grand entry up in the spot
You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot
It's only right cause niggas know we be takin' they slack
Now let's get high
(Get high)
And let's get drunk
(Get drunk)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Hu)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha)
And live it up
(Live it up)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Yea, so amazin', we blazin' and changin' the bounds
Grazin' y'all niggas, with somethin' aimin' to takin' you out
We never resort to any measure to keep you with me
Wylin' with a sinky, rinky, dinky ring on pinky
Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas
Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas
What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing
Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing
Ah, tally it up, rally it up
From the streets to the alley, from the eastern Cali and up
I'm talkin' dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches
Give you somethin' that'll split you up
And leave you with stitches
Lookin' pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the kinetic
Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it
Take off my jacket, hope you can match it
When the DJ go scratch up the bounce
I hope you could catch it
So what
Now let's get high
(Get high)
And let's get drunk
(Get drunk now)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Hu)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Ah)
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea, yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Now let's get high
And let's get drunk
(Ha)
(Get drunk now)
You feel that bounce
(That bounce)
Then turn it up
(Turn it up now)
You light your L
And blaze it up
(Ha)
(Blaze it up now)
Get in the game
And change it up
(Yea)
(Change it up now)
Come in the spot
And flame it up
(Ah)
(Flame it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Ha, yea)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
(Yea, ha)
And live it up
(Live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)
Let's get this dough
And live it up
(Yea, live it up now)
Yea, you know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
You bouncin' from the club, step on the gas
And just bounce, bounce, bounce, yea
Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay
Get up on top of that and just
Bounce, bounce, bounce
That's what I'm talkin' about niggas, yea
If you pushin' down the belt parkway
The Grand Central, The Long Island Expressway
The Cross Island Expressway
Southern State, Northern State, Parkway
You know ninety five south, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
However way y'all travelin'
You just bounce, bounce, bounce
You n'ah I mean
Blunts burnin' and all
keep the windows up though
the smoke stay in the motherfuckin' ride, yea
All my bitches in the passenger seat
Now just bounce, bounce, bounce, yea
Title: Hot Sex
Album: The Love Movement
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): M Taylor, Ali S Mohammed, J Davis
Lyric:
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Ayo, who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I'm not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops, my mistake I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
Heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter
But back to the subject you can't catch wreck
You must get respect to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me 'cuz know I where specks
You're full of jokes, but you, your name ain't Flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable
You think you're all that but you're girl's quite do-able
Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me
I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. Softee
Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
I'm the undercover brother, dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggaz, step back, it's the lyrical worker
The poems that I create ain't in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling 'cuz I dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo, I gets the Pickens, I'm such a damn Dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, you're just another MC on the log
A link in the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See, I can't maintain, especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I can do that
I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
'Cuz when I get done, I have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked, the abstract poetic
I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear 'cuz it's evident and clear
That I will rock, rock, rock
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Title: She'S A Maniac
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Dennis Matkosky, Michael Sembello
Lyric:
Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night
Looking for the fight of her life
In the real time world no one sees her at all
They all say she's crazy
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart
Changing moment into light
She has danced into the danger zone
When the dancer becomes the dance
It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
On the ice filled line of sanity
It's a place most never see
It's a hard won place of mystery
You can touch it but can't hold it
You work all your life for that moment in time
It can come or pass you by
It's a push of the world but there's always a chance
If the hunger stays alive
There's a cold kinetic heat
Struggling, stretching for the beat
Never stopping
With her hair against the wind
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she never danced before
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
It can cut you like a knife
If the gift becomes the fire
All the while you're stuck between
What's will and what will be
She's a maniac, maniac at your door
And she's dancing like she never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac at your door
And she's dancing like she never danced before
Title: N-Noreaga - B Ez
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): N Jones, L Lewis, Victor Santiago, K Holley
Lyric:
I heard that nigga Capone's home
Yo, word to motha that nigga Nore'
Doin' his mothafuckin' thing thugged out
Entertainment, know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas still in the streets, I'll will
Braveheart nigga, there's a thin line
Between streets and business
So we gotta have balance and be easy
I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard
Put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar
Under your breath, whispers in the dark
I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to choose sides
Prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies rich and I'm thuggin'
I can't trust nothin', this bitch that I'm fuckin'
This clip that I'm bustin' could jam in my fist
Look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings
Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry and broke noses B
The voice from heaven, I'm God sent, of course a legend
This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand
Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a hundred times five red
CD's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead
I'm gorgeous black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless
Her body stacks the best, ass is flawless
Finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people, the sequel
Nas, CNN, nobody's equal
Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy
Niggas picked me the boss, Ricky Ross
Lex two-fifty horse power, click and devour the source
If it's flour then swallow your loss
I cock fours, kick in Poppi's doors
All for the cash and the cause
Niggas break big fractions of laws
So what, we got it sewn up
Smack every cat on the board
I speak the truth, guns spit at you
Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my wand
The Don, a hundred follow me like Farrakhan
Chasin' my Henny, embrace Benny's
It's quite Frank, my niggas I'll kill
Never waste a penny, money stay well invested
Feel the weight on my necklace
When death is too close flip the next shit
Thug the game out bust biscuits, pull the range out
Public enemy, Queens Bridge where I hang out
Sweet scent of weed, I wear like a fragrance
My energy's kinetic, mind power type ancient
Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy
I see death through the corner, die, kingdom come
Six 500's, pull up right in front of the slum
Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great God
Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz
An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner bastard
And crush weed with the hashish
Bandana head dome wrapped
Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps
I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman
The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked
I see dead corpses and Rolls Royces
Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices
My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama
I can lift it up, Willy what in front of your slut
Money bustin' out my pocket, your bank is stopped
Yo, b ez, keep the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy
Title: Mental Stamina
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Aaron Phillps, Kendrick Davis, Wayne Garfield, Afura Clark Clay, Chris Martin
Lyric:
Yo Afu
(Yo whassup?)
Yo yo, c'mere c'mere
Yo let's freak that rhyme we was freakin' the other night
(Yo, I'm wit it yo just set it off)
I'm sayin' though, after this, it's no turnin' back 'Fu
(Aiyyo just set it off man)
Pugilistic linguistics, check out the mystics, we're fantastic
You mean fantastic fuck it, you'll get your ass kicked
Challenge my verbal gymnastics
Vanacrobatics
Vocabulary calisthenics
Can't understand the mathematics are esoteric
Watch the style but also peep the lyrics, my lightning, my thunder
Way back I stomped out Hercules
But now I stomp out MC's
Can't chill, because the Sun don't freeze
Heavy metal, hard like titanium
Alchemist, I turn wax into platinum
Influential, scientifical power
My mental violence will shower
Devour at a crazy rate, I speed into your circuits
And incorporatin' data banks
Stamina, in the brain is how I slay it
I enforce my boss and I always must obey it
Endorsing a central rhyme of remedies
Against any man at arms that can get with thee
Eternal, internal, alchemist, I spill
Logic and science ever since
Throwing cerebral blows without my fist
Poisonous, Taoist
Don't mess with toys in this racket
Terrorists don't proceed to hi-jack it
It's too perverted, you heard it
So now you get murdered
Test the sound system, it throws off your equilibrium
Deep concentration can't fracture the meditation
Competition is flipped on at random
Deviant monks attack the mic is mental pandemonium
And then some, you go for your hand gun
Psycho kinetic forces proceed to smash in your cerebellum
Phonetian with more stamina than a Christian
My mind, C3 H5 N3 O9 like Nitroglycerin
I bust as Afu Ra crush
Class with us and meet Cerebus
Ready, ridiculous rabbitry, as I commence
I whirlwind through cities
Breaking down substances, combining matter
Test my hand skills and back bones splatter
Rough and tough although the mental will stomp ya
Pugilism electrocute like Blanka
Collaborate, all my words into verses
I instill the will without even curses
Slurs, escapade off the beat
Totally complete with the unique physique
Microcosmic warrior, indeed I'll destroy ya
And this mic, I'm taking over
Title: Ra - Mic Stance
Artist: Afu
Composer(s): Christopher Martin, Aaron Phillip
Lyric:
Yeah, Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Yo, you know how I do son
Yeah, so why don't you
Get on this mic and represent one time
Some MC's you know they artificial
Some get straight chewed like gristles, I blow like missiles
Lyrics run right through your tissues
Afu-Ra reformed serial killer, it's so much iller
How my sound rounds could bill-a
Straight up bodegas of thought ya come across
Rhymes so dope, one verse'll make you somersault
Intertwinin', alignin' wit the timin' enterprisin', uprisin' surprisin'
Perverted linguistics came to rip shit
Strapped for life word to mom's carry ten clips
My ink hits from backyards to basements
Loose lips sink ships, ya drown this quick
Superbly, my words be like third degree
Word to me, thoughts higher than planes be
It's funny to me, how my stun shines the jewelry
My symmetry, follow me, wherever shadows be
Lyrical elixir, turntables and a mixer
Bust ya shit like a blister, yeah, one, two, how we do
Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough, lyrical warrior
The body of the life force
Microphone check one two
Mic stance, starts the illustration
As I dive into creation, wit so much patience
Split my drink up your nation but never cleanin' it up
Stainin' it up, molecules, my energy melt the cup
I'm usin' fake MC's for target practice
To usurp your experts will be my best work
I'm takin' stripes, might snipe ya 'cause I'm hyper
Will incite the shit too loose I'll make it tighter
Flowin' on and on like I was nylon
Sounds gong, check it, brook-nom to saig-gong
My chord sweeps, from off beat to on beat
Lyrical symbolism, peep the visions
I make incisions, fabric of ghetto rhythms
You couldn't hold me, if you wore gloves or mittens
Lion of Judah type style and you're forgiven
I set it straight, my jade pen obliterate
You titillate, chop you up for my shark bait
Incinerate your presence, scatter your ashes
And breeze by on the mic, like ez passes
Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough
Lyrical warrior, the body of the life force
Microphone check one two
Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough
Lyrical warrior, the body of the life force
Microphone check one two, one two
I'm kinda killin' a, willin' a, instillin' a, billin' a
Yo, yo you talkin' MC's, ain't nothin' similar
Scatter ya, batter ya, internally ratter ya
Even through your dental records, they'd never notice ya
A dope style, so pure you couldn't touch it
Couldn't nudge it, diesel men, couldn't budge it
Terroristic type tactic, get your ass kicked
Never rested, jah blessed it, never test it
Undrownable, unsoluble, prolific
Lyrical typhoon crossin' the pacific
Chosen by the mystic, mic ways, I rip it
Usurp it, sharp enough that it can hurt it
Depth wise, verse wise, ensurin' that the surge hits
Words hit, I do work like arthroscopic
Surgery, now my rhymes lacked the masonry, kinetic energy
Thoughts cause the imagery, natural disaster
Earthquake type telepathy, yeah, one two how we do
Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough
Lyrical warrior, the body of the life force
Microphone check one two
Afu-Ra, the body of the life force
Rough and tough
Lyrical warrior, the body of the life force
Microphone check one two, one two, one two, two
