OLD SKOOL RAP LYRICS ON MY MIND - (share, please)

[thehacker]

White Lines (Don't Do It)

(S.Robinson, M.Glover - SugarHill Records '83)

Fun, baby

Freeze! Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock-Rock!

(High... High... High... High...) Rrrrrrrrruh!

Bass!

(Oooh White...White) 3X

(Ooooh...White Lines) Vision dreams of passion

(Blowin through my mind) And all the while I think of you

(Pipe cries) A very strange reaction

(For us to unwind) The more I see the more I do

(Something like a phenomenon) Baby

(Tellin your body to come along, but white lines...blow away)

(Blow! Rock it! Blow!)

Ticket to ride white line highway

Tell all your friends, they can go my way

Pay your toll, sell your soul

Pound for pound costs more than gold

The longer you stay the more you pay

My white lines go a long way

Either up your nose or through your vein

With nothin to gain except killin your brain

(Freeze! Rock!) 4X

(Blow!)

(High...) Higher, baby

(High...) Get higher, baby!

(High...) Get higher, baby!

And don't ever come down! (Freebase!)

Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang

Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang

Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang

Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang

(Pipe line...) Pure as the driven snow

(Connected to my mind) And now I'm havin fun, baby!

(Pipe cries) It's gettin kinda low

(Cause it makes you feel so nice) I need some one-on-one, baby

(Don't let it blow your mind away) Baby

(And go into your little hideaway cause white lines...blow away)

(Blow! Rock it! Blow!)

A million magic crystals, painted pure and white

A multi-million dollars almost over night

Twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt

And if you get hooked, baby, it's nobody else's fault, so don't do it!

(Freeze! Rock!) 4X

Rrrrah! (Blow!)

(High...) Higher, baby

(High...) Get higher, baby!

(High...) Get higher, baby!

And don't ever come down! (Freebase!)

[thehacker]

"New Jack Hustler"

ICE-T

Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,

Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.

Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,

Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.

Move like a king when I roll, hops,

You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.

You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,

Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.

I got nothin to lose, much to gain,

In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.

I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.

[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.

So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.

Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.

Go to school, I ain't goin for it,

Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.

Cause I don't wanna hear that crap,

Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler

[chorus]

Hustler

Hustler

Hustler

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

(kid drop in)

Yo man you know what I'm sayin?

You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down.

You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.

Look at that ring right there,

I know it's real, it's gotta be real.

Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!

Yo man, I just wanna roll with you man,

How can I be down?

What's up? You say you wanna be down?

Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.

Out my face, fool I'm the illest,

Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis.

Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,

So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.

All I think about is keys and Gs

Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).

That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,

When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke.

Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!

I'm rollin with the New Jack crew.

And I'm a hustler.

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler

New Jack, New Jack..........

Here I come, so you better break North,

As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.

I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.

All I love's my dope and dead presidents.

Sound crazy? Well it isn't.

The ends justifies the means, that's the system.

I learned that in school then I dropped out,

Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.

I had nothing, and I wanted it.

You had everything, and you flaunted it.

Turned the needy into the greedy,

With cocaine, my success came speedy.

Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.

Every dollar I get, another brother drops.

Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,

God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.

But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,

I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.

With my posse, out on the ave,

Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.

Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,

Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?

So think twice if you're coming down my block,

You wanna journey through hell? Well shit gets hot.

Pregnant teens, children's screams,

Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.

You don't come here much, and ya better not.

Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.

I gotta get more money than you got,

So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?

That's how the game is played,

Another brother slayed, the wound is deep

BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.

My education's low but I got long dough,

Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.

Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,

My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.

Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,

There'll be another one after me!

A hustler.

Hustler.

H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler.

New Jack, New Jack......

[thehacker]

"roxanne, roxanne"

UTFO

Yo EMD

[EMD]

Yeah, what's up man?

[Kangol]

There goes that girl they call Roxanne. She's all stuck up

[EMD]

Why you say that?

[Kangol]

Cause she wouldn't give a guy like me no rap

She was walking down the street so I said "Hello

I'm Kangol from UTFO." And she said "So?"

And I said "So?!? Baby don't you know?

I can sing, rap, and dance in just one show

Cause I'm Kangol, Mr. Sophisticata

As far as I'm concerned ain't nobody greater

From beginning to end and, to beginning

I never lose because I'm all about winning

But if I were to lose, I wouldn't be upset

Cause I'm not a gambler, I don't bet

I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow

The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo."

I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap

I thought I had her caught cause I'm a sinister trap

I thought it'd be a piece of cake but it was nothing like that

I guess that's what I get for thinking, ain't that right, black?

Then crizzi to gizzone and seen number izzone

Crizzin ricking tizza of mizzac mic dizza

With the bang bang, brother I feel bad

But I ain't comitting suicide for no crab

But calling her a crab is just a figure of speech

Cause she's an apple, a pear, a plum, and a peach

I thought I had it in the palm of my hand

But man oh man, if I was grand I'd bang Roxanne

Chorus:

Roxanne, Roxanne, can't you understand?

Roxanne, Roxanne, I wanna be your man

[EMD]

You Kango, I don't think that you're dense

Buy you went about the matter with no experience

You should know, she doesn't need a guy like you

She needs a guy like me, with a high IQ

And she'll take to my rap, cause my rap's the best

The educated rapper MD will never fess

So when I met her, I wasted no time

But stuck up Roxanne paid me no mind

She thought my name was Barry, I told her it was Gary

She said she didn't like it so she chose to call me Barry

She said she'd love to marry, my baby she would carry

And if she had a baby, she'd name the baby Harry

Her mother's name is Baby, which is really quite contrary

Her face is really hairy, and you can say it's scary

So isn't not every, her father's a fairy

His job is secondary, in some military

He throws them to an ?electric camp? that wasn't voluntary

His daughter's name is Sherry, his sons are Tom and Jerry

Jerry had the flu but it was only temporary

Back in January, or was it February?

But everytime I say this rhyme it makes me kinda weary

It's only customary to give this commentary

Some say it's bad, some say it's legendary

You can search all you want, try your local library

You'll never find a rhyme like this in any dictionary

But do you know, after all that

All I received was a pat on the back

That's what you get, it happened to me

Ain't that right Mixmaster I-C-E

Chorus

[Kangol]

You thought you had a rose, you thought you was Cupid

But EMD, your rap was plain stupid

I know you're educated, but when will you learn?

Not all girls want to be involved with bookworms

You gotta be strong in a way she can't resist

So educated rapper, huh, bust this...

Since she's a new girl on the block

I had to let her know that I'm the debonoir Doc

I said "I'd like to speak to you if I can

And if I'm correct your name is Roxanne."

She said "How'd you know my name?" I said "It's getting around.

Right now baby you're the talk of the town

Please let me walk you to the corner, my rap will be brief."

She said "I've seen you before, you look like a thief."

I said "Me? The Doc? A hood, a rock?

Running around the street robbing people on the block?

Nah, that's not my style, that crime I'm not related

As far as I'm concerned I'm too sophisticated."

Then it seemed I got busy cause she cracked a smile

That let me know my rap was worth her while

She said "You call yourself a doctor?" I said "This is true."

She said "Explain to me really what doctors must do."

I said "This is very rare because I don't say this every day

There's a million medical skills a doctor displays

Dermatology is treatment of the skin

Infected and you'll see me and you'll know you're again

There's enthesiology, opthomology

Internal medicine and plastic surgery

Orpedic surgery and pathology

A disease involves a change of the body."

She said "Ooooh, that's very unique."

Gave me her number and kissed me on the cheek

She said she had to go but be back by 8

So to call her at 9 to arrange a date

[EMD]

Did you take her to the beach?

[Kangol]

That's what we planned

But she stood me up, Roxanne, Roxanne

Chorus

[Kangol]

And here's our gameplan

[EMD]

The beat is here, so we will reveal it

[Kangol & EMD]

And if you think it's soft, then Roxanne feel it!

[beat boxing and scratching]

[thehacker]

"Paul Revere"

- Beastie Boys

Now here's a little story I've got to tell

About three bad brothers you know so well

It started way back in history

With Adrock, M.C.A., and me - Mike D.

Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere

Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer

Riding across the land, kicking up sand

Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand

One lonely Beastie I be

All by myself without nobody

The sun is beating down on my baseball hat

The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flat

Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy

His name is M.C.A., I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi"

He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed

Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst

The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip

His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry he asked me for a sip

He said, "Can I get some?"

I said, "You can't get none!"

Had a chance to run

He pulled out his shotgun

He was quick on the draw I thought I'd be dead

He put the gun to my head and this is what he said,

"Now my name is M.C.A. I've got a license to kill

I think you know what time it is it's time to get ill

Now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer

I run this land, you understand I make myself clear."

We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I had a grin

You think this story's over but it's ready to begin

"Now I got the gun you got the brew

You got two choices of what you can do

It's not a tough decision as you can see

I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border

The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter

I did it like this, I did it like that

I did it with a whiffleball bat

So I'm on the run the cop's got my gun

And right about now it's time to have some fun

The King Adrock that is my name

And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne."

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot

The beat was a bumping and the girlies was hot

This dude was staring like he knows who we are

We took the empty spot next to him at the bar

M.C.A. said, "Yo, you know this kid?"

I said, "I didn't." but I know he did

The kid said, "Get ready cause this ain't funny

My name's Mike D. and I'm about to get money."

Pulled out the jammy aimed it at the sky

He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly

Hands went up and people hit the floor

He wasted two kids that ran for the door

"I'm Mike D. and I get respect

Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect"

M.C.A. was with it and he's my ace

So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face

The piano player's out the music stopped

His boy had beef and he got dropped

Mike D. grabbed the money M.C.A. snatched the gold

I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold.

[pkern]

Artist: Eric B and Rakim

Album: Paid in Full

Song: Eric B is President

I came in the door, I said it before

I never let the mic magnetize me no more

But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme

I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line,

Taking off my coat, clearing my throat

My rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note

My mind'll range to find all kinds of ideas

Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build

But still say a rhyme after the next one

Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one

And you know that I'm the soloist

So Eric B, make 'em clap to this

I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill

No tricks in '86, it's time to build

Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed

Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd

I made it easy to dance to this

But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist

Saying indeed that I precede cuz my man made a mix

If he bleed he won't need no Band-Aid to fix

If they can get some around until there's no rhymes left

I hurry up because the cut will make 'em bleed to death

But he's kicking it because it ain't no half stepping

The party is live, the rhyme can't be kept in-

Side, it needs erupting just like a volcano

It ain't the everyday style of the same old rhyme

Because I'm better then the rest of them

Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim

Go get a girl and get soft and warm,

Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm

But now it's out of hand cuz you told me you hate me

And then you ask what have I done lately

First you said all you want is love and affection

Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection

Take you out, buy you all kinds of things

I must of got you too hot and burned off your wings

You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up

I'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch wit my feet up

You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy

Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me

Funky...

[weyes]

Originally posted by thehacker

White Lines (Don't Do It)

one of my all-time favorite songs!!!

[heretic909]

You got me in the mood now. I feel like listening to "Posse on Broadway" by the Seattle man himself, Sir Mix-a-Lot. Then after that, it's on to Eazy's "Eazy Duz It" album so I can't get down with my old skool gangsta self. :laugh:

Then if I'm still in the mood, I might throw on the "Fear of a Black Planet" album by PE.

Jesus, why do I own all of these records?

[thehacker]

Originally posted by heretic909

why do I own all of these records?

cuz it broadens your horizons.

and i respect that...

nothing worse than a dj who listens to JUST one type of music.

[JonStephen]

Now you got me in the mood............

I gotta find my old NWA or Slick Rick tapes.

[scoob-e]

if anyone cares, eric sermon attempted suicide this week (unlike what the press previously reported as a car accident). for anyone who doesnt know who he is, he used to be part of EPMD.

djjonstephon: i just picked up a new slick rick mixtape done by j-love (popular mixtape dj from queensbridge), got mad classic jams

[JonStephen]

djjonstephon: i just picked up a new slick rick mixtape done by j-love (popular mixtape dj from queensbridge), got mad classic jams

Phatty!!!!

Old school tapes are so great to listen to in a walkman on the subway. I start rockin out to Fight The Power and people look at me as if I'm nuts.

Elvis was a hero to most but he never meant shit to me see

Sucks about Eric Sermon though.

[pkern]

Originally posted by scoob-e

if anyone cares, eric sermon attempted suicide this week

That's terrible. I love Eric Sermon. He's always been underappreciated - such a unique style.

Like that sick opening to "Hittin' Switches":

(it's on)

"Mic check, here I go again, check me out

Bust the flavor (haaaaaayy), you know my clout

Rough and rugged -- funk's the contact I hit you with

to make your head split, trip and do a backflip..."

Sooooo good.

[DJGaryMatthews]

"engine engine number nine,

on the new york transit line.

if my train goes off the tracks.....

PICK IT UP, PICK IT UP, PICK IT UP!!!

[quoth]

Originally posted by heretic909

You got me in the mood now. I feel like listening to "Posse on Broadway" by the Seattle man himself, Sir Mix-a-Lot. Then after that, it's on to Eazy's "Eazy Duz It" album so I can't get down with my old skool gangsta self. :laugh:

Then if I'm still in the mood, I might throw on the "Fear of a Black Planet" album by PE.

Jesus, why do I own all of these records?

My Posse's on Broadway

by Sir Mix-a-Lot

Me and Kid Sensation and that home away from home--

In the Black Benz Limo, with the cellular phone--

I'm callin' up the posse, it's time to get rippin'--

The freaks a need a sunroof, to keep you sucka's trippin'--

Everybody's lookin, if your jealous turn around--

The AMG kick keeps us closer to the ground--

we're gettin' good grip from the 50 series tires--

the Alpine's bumpin', but I need the volume higher--

cause the 808 kick drum makes the girlies get dumb--

we're rollin' Rainier, and the jealous wanna get some--

Every time we do, the sucka M.C.'s wanna battle--

I'm the man they love to hate, the J.R. Ewing of Seattle--

Picked up the posse on 23rd and Jackson--

headed for the strip, yes we're lookin' for some action--

the limo's kinda crowded, the whole car was leanin' back--

Maharaji's watchin' T.V. with two girlies on his lap--

On Martin Luther King.....the set looks kinda dead--

we need a new street so posse move ahead--

we all look kinda' SWASS the crew you can't forget--

the Mix-a-lot posse co' rippen' up the set--

My Posse's on Broadway........

UhhhRrrollin' with my posse we're gettin' kinda' bored--

there's not another posse with more points scored--

we don't walk around like criminals or flex like big gorillas--

my homeboy Kid Sensation is the teenage lady killa'--

Maharaji's on the def side dancin' like a freak--

the girlies see his booty and their knees get weak--

Larry is the white guy people think he's funny --

a real estate investa' who makes a lot of money--

Clockin' lots of dollas' we all got gold--

cruzin' in the Benz ain't got no place to go--

wheelin' 23rd we saw nuthin' but thugs--

the girlies was too skinny from smokin' all them drugs--

cause the rock man got 'em and their butts just dropped--

the freaks looked depressed 'cause the Benz won't stop--

at 23rd and Union the driver broke left--

Kevin shouted Broadway it's time to get def--

my girl blew me a kiss, she said I was the best--

she's lookin' mighty freaky in her black silk dress--

the closer that we get, the crazier that I feel--

the posse's on Broadway it's time to get ill--

My Posse's on Broadway.........

Cruzin' Broadway and my wheels spin slow--

rollin with my posse is the only way to go --

the girlies by the college was lookin for a ride--

we tried to pick them up but we had no room inside--

we put them on the trunk, we put them on the hood--

some sat up with the driver they made him feel good--

the posse's gettin' bigger, there's much too many freaks--

the muffler's draggin', my suspension's gettin' weak--

Now the posse's gettin' hungry, and Mix-a-Lot's treatin'--

we stopped at Taco Bell, for some Mexican eatin'--

but Taco Bell was closed, and the girls was on my tip--

they said, "Go back the other way, we'll stop and eat at Dick's"--

Dick's is the place where the crew hang out--

the SWASS like to play, and the rich flaunt clout--

posse to the burger stand, so big we walk in two's--

we're gettin' dirty looks, from those other sucka crews--

Kid Sensation dropped a $20, and didn't even miss it--

skeeza from anotha' crew, she picked it up and kissed it--

her boyfriend's illin', he went to slap her face--

My homeboy P.L.B. co' sprayed the boy with mace--

'Cause I never liked a punk, who beat up on his girl--

if you don't have game, then let her leave your world--

We took the girl with usssssss....with him she rode the busssss....

she gave the boy the finga', and the sucka starts to cussssss....

boy I gotta def posse, you gotta bunch of dudes--

you're broke co' cryin' bout the rock-man blues--

you beat up on your girl, and now you're all upset--

she's with the Mix-a-Lot posse, on the Broadway set--

My posse's on Broadway.............

[quoth]

DJ Richard "Humpty" Vision in his younger days and a previous life hehe...

Digital Underground

"Humpty Dance"

All right!

Stop whatcha doin'

'cause I'm about to ruin

the image and the style that ya used to.

I look funny,

but yo I'm makin' money, see

so yo world I hope you're ready for me.

Now gather round

I'm the new fool in town

and my sound's laid down by the Underground.

I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf

so just let me introduce myself

My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty.

Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee.

And all the rappers in the top ten--please allow me to bump thee.

I'm steppin' tall, y'all,

and just like Humpty Dumpty

you're gonna fall when the stereos pump me.

I like to rhyme,

I like my beats funky,

I'm spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy.

I'm sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack

but sometimes I get ridiculous

I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice

hey yo fat girl, c'mere--are ya ticklish?

Yeah, I called ya fat.

Look at me, I'm skinny

It never stopped me from gettin' busy

I'm a freak

I like the girls with the boom

I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom

I'm crazy.

Allow me to amaze thee.

They say I'm ugly but it just don't faze me.

I'm still gettin' in the girls' pants

and I even got my own dance

{Chorus:}

The Humpty Dance is your chance to do the hump

Do the Humpty Hump, come on and do the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump, just watch me do the Humpty Hump

Do ya know what I'm doin', doin' the Humpty Hump

Do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump

Verse Two:

People say "Yo, Humpty, you're really funny lookin'"

that's all right 'cause I get things cookin'

Ya stare, ya glare, ya constantly try to compare me

but ya can't get near me

I give 'em more, see, and on the floor, B,

all the girls they adore me

Oh yes, ladies, I'm really bein' sincere

'cause in a 69 my humpty nose will tickle ya rear.

My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed

Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid

I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge,

both how I'm livin' and my nose is large

I get stoopid, I shoot an arrow like Cupid,

I use a word that don't mean nothin', like looptid

I sang on Doowhutchalike, and if ya missed it,

I'm the one who said just grab 'em in the biscuits

Also told ya that I like to bite

Well, yeah, I guess it's obvious, I also like to write.

All ya had to do was give Humpty a chance

and now I'm gonna do my dance.

{Chorus}

Breakdown:

Oh, yeah, that's the break, y'all

Let me hear a little bit of that bass groove right here

Oh, yeah!

Now that I told ya a little bit about myself

let me tell ya a little bit about this dance

It's real easy to do--check it out

Verse Three:

First I limp to the side like my leg was broken

Shakin' and twitchin' kinda like I was smokin'

Crazy wack funky

People say ya look like M.C. Hammer on crack, Humpty

That's all right 'cause my body's in motion

It's supposed to look like a fit or a convulsion

Anyone can play this game

This is my dance, y'all, Humpty Hump's my name

No two people will do it the same

Ya got it down when ya appear to be in pain

Humpin', funkin', jumpin',

jig around, shakin' ya rump,

and when the dude a chump pump points a finger like a stump

tell him step off, I'm doin' the Hump.

{Chorus}

Black people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump

White people, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump

Puerto Ricans, do the Humpty Hump, just keep on doin' the hump

Samoans, do the Humpty Hump, do the Humpty Hump

Let's get stoopid!

{Chorus}

Oh, yeah, come on and break it down

Outro:

Once again, the Underground is in the house

I'd like to send a shout out to the whole world,

keep on doin' the Humpty Dance,

and to the ladies,

peace and humptiness forever

The sad part about all this is that...i can do THE WORLDS BESTTTTT Vocal Humpty Impersonation No lie.

[JonStephen]

I know you all remember this one..............

Allright Stop! Collaborate and listen.

Ice is back with a brand new............

Wait a second, I'm now quoting Vanilla Ice. F#%&@!!!!

I've Sunk.

[heretic909]

Originally posted by quoth

Now the posse's gettin' hungry, and Mix-a-Lot's treatin'--

we stopped at Taco Bell, for some Mexican eatin'--

but Taco Bell was closed, and the girls was on my tip--

they said, "Go back the other way, we'll stop and eat at Dick's"--

Dick's is the place where the crew hang out--

the SWASS like to play, and the rich flaunt clout--

LOL

Has anyone ever been to Dick's? I don't know if they're just in WA or if other states have them also, but we used to go to the one in Spokane all the time when I was in high school. That shit made White Castle look like gourmet food, and you always saw the craziest mofos hanging around that joint.

[quoth]

Originally posted by heretic909

LOL

Has anyone ever been to Dick's? I don't know if they're just in WA or if other states have them also, but we used to go to the one in Spokane all the time when I was in high school. That shit made White Castle look like gourmet food, and you always saw the craziest mofos hanging around that joint.

:laugh: oh fuck, made it look like gourmet??? damn i thought eating steamed rat burgers WASSSSSSSSSSS gourmet :laugh:

[thehacker]

Originally posted by quoth

the Alpine's bumpin', but I need the volume higher--

cause the 808 kick drum makes the girlies get dumb--

ya know it!

hehe, that's why i fukkin own one.

[thehacker]

Originally posted by quoth

"Humpty Dance"

All right!

Stop whatcha doin'

'cause I'm about to ruin

the image and the style that ya used to.

I look funny,

but yo I'm makin' money, see

so yo world I hope you're ready for me.

SICK TRACK!

w0rd.

[thehacker]

"This is a Test"

PARIS

Too many sounds irritatin' my earholes

Like planet rock beats from L.A ho's

The same old thing, same old shit, I'm tired

Who's once on a payroll about to be fired

Black radio shame, pop-rap's to blame

Program your playlist, the sound's the same

With the disco-tempo, cliché-intro

Wack rap tracks for commercial shows

Mindless music for the masses

Have to take time away from the real rap master

So I stay cool for community airplay

While ratings slip for the shit that you play

This is a test, a lesson to be observed

No whacked rhymes I heard, I keep on raisin' a curve

Back and forth I never stick 'em soft

I just run it, punks are shunnin'

Games keepin' girlies on it

Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine

Sick with the style so you can say you've seen

The radical magical man, master of masterplan

So smooth from beginning to end

This is a test, back it up while I'm in the place

And all hail to the dog with the righteous bass

The boss I come across, rough on your radio wave

Terror on two track whenever I'm played

Punks keep steppin' that's the reason why I

Come through sicker than a L.A drive-by

By droppin' bombs and songs y'all keep singin' along

So smooth it could never go wrong

This is a test

Yo dig

When you buy a rap record, do you buy it for dance moves

Or do you buy rap cause the lyrics is smooth?

Cause if you wanna dance you should stick with the other one

And leave the dog alone till dancin' is done

But then when you're ready for the brother who leads and feeds

On rap-lovers with rhymes like these

I dis you little taste at a bass and Scarface

And pase the rhyme-space to chase the weakly

Cause I dont play and my name ain't A.W.N an a.t.c or N.W.A

I'm Paris, the asiatic lord of light

With the power to fight and write rhymes that stay

Cause I'm hotter than lover when I be up on a microphone

By now you should know it, the poet doper than most

By dispencin' of ignorants is how I'm keepin' the whacked down

You enter to the round of the Scarface sound

This is a test

[thehacker]

coded language (the declaration)

[by saul williams;

appears on dj krust's album of the same name.]

whereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic

community to its drum woven past.

whereas, the quantized drum has allowed the whirling mathmaticians to

calculate the ever-changing distance between rock and stardom.

whereas, the velocity of spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and

re-released at the same given moment of recorded history, yet, at a different

moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.

we do hereby declare reality unkept by the changing standards of dialogue.

statements such as "keep it real", especially when punctuating or

articulating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically

or depicting an unchanging rule of events, will henceforth be seen as

retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.

furthermore, as determined by the collective cosnciousness of this state of

being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular

manifestations, the role of men as listening recepticles is to be increased

by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal

agressors.

motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self actualize.

we have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a

number at least half the rate of the standard or decreased by 3/4's of it's

speed may be a dtermining factor in heightening consciousness. studies show

that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging the remaining

contradictions will parallel the truth.

equate rhyme with reason

sun with season

our cyclical relationship to phenomena has encouraged scholars to erase the

centers of periods thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and

effect.

reject mediocrity

your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which has been given

for you to understand. the current standard is the equivalent of an

adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant. the rapidly changing body

would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptons and could not properly

mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pears.

light years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness.

the role of darkness is not to be seen as or equated with ignorance but with

the unknown and the mysteries of the unseen.

thus, in the name of:

ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON, HATHSHEPUT, BLACKFOOT, HELEN,

LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITH, LOURDE, WHITMAN, BALDWIN,

GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, GHANDI, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA,

MEDUSA, GUEVARA, GURDJIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER, HOLIDAY,

DAVIS, COLTRANE, MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE, ROKMANINOV,

ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE, HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTI, DICKERSON, RIPPERTON, MARY,

ISIS, THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS, NEFERTTITI, LA

ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOUR

LITTLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY, SHAKUR,

THOSE WHO BURNED, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED

we claim the present as the pre-sent as the hereafter

we are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun

we are not afraid of the darkness

we trust that the moon shall guide us

we are determing the future at this very moment

we now know that the heart is the philosopher's stone

our music is our alchemy

we stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a handful of

minerals, thus, realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply

the percussive factor of forever.

if you must count to keep the beat then count

find your mantra and awaken your subconscious

carve your circles counterclockwise

use your cipher to decipher coded language manmade laws

climb waterfalls and trees

commune with nature snakes and bees

let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day

for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing

frequencies

into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photgraphy, carpentry, crafts,

love, and love.

we enlist every instrument:

acoustic, electronic

every so-called race, gender, sexual preference

every per-son as beings of sound

to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness

of the entire fucking world

any utterance un-aimed will be disclaimed

any utterance un-aimed will be disclaimed

two rappers slain

[thehacker]

just heard a new remix of this at Baktun tonight...

thanks to amy reid! (reid speed)

planet rock

afrika bambaata and soul sonic force.

Party people

Can y'all get funky?

Soul Sonic Force - can y'll get funky?

The Zulu Nation - can y'll get funky?

Yaaah!

Just hit me

Just taste the funk and hit me

Just get on down and hit me

Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me

Yaaah!

Just hit me

Just start to chase your dreams

Up out your seats, make your body sway

Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way

Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream

Love Life Live

Come play the game, our world is free

Do what you want but scream

We know a place where the nights are hot

It is a house of funk

Females and males

Both headed all for the disco

The D.J. plays your favorite blasts

Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)

Bump bump bump get bump with some flash, people

Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop

Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop

The Soul Sonic Force - Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, and M.C. Globe

We emphasize the show, we got ego

Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day

As the people say, live it up, shucks

No work or play, our world is free

Be what you be - be

Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop

Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop

You're in a place where the nights are hot

Where nature's children dance and set a chance

On this Mother Earth, which is our rock

The time has come, and work for soul, show you really got soul

Are you ready hump bump bump, get bump, now let's go, house

Twist and turn, the you let your body slide

You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it

Gotta rock it, don't stop

Keep tickin' and tockin', work it all around the clock

Everybody keep rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats)

Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Crowd repeats)

Bambaata(Crowd repeats)

G-L-O-B-E (Crowd repeats)

The Soul Sonic Force

You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century

There is such a place tht creates such a melody

Our world is but a land of a master jam, get up and dance

It's time to chase your dreams

Up out your seats, make your body sway

Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way

Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream

Love Life Live

Zih Zih Zih Zih Zih (ad lib)

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats)

Everybody say, shock it and pop it (Crowd repeats)

Everybody say, ich me sun chi (Crowd repeats)

Say, Planet Rock (Crowd repeats)

It's the sure shot (Crowd repeats)

Say, Planet Rock (Crowd repeats)

It's the sure shot (Crowd repeats)

So twist and turn, then you let your body glide

You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce

So hit me

Just taste the funk and hit me

Just get on down and hit me

Bambaataa's gettin' so funky, now hit me

Every piece of the world

Rate the message of the worlds

All men, women, boys, and girls, hey our Planet Rock is superb

Get on it

You got the groove, move (ad lib)

Feel the groove - fell it

Do what ya want but ya know ya got to be cool and boogie

Out on the floor, go down

Bring it low

Close to the ground

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it, gotta rock it

Don't stop

Keep tickin' and tockin'

Work it all around the clock

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it

Gotta rock it, don't stop (repeats)

[dgmodel]

Takin it from the top?

Tippy? Tippy?

How High?....

The Ultimate High....

Verse One: Method Man

Scuse me as I kiss the sky

Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye

Who the fuck wanna die for their culture

Stalk the dead body like a vulture

Tical get, HMMM

Blacker than your blackest stallion

Hit your house'n projects

I represent the Shaolin my nigga

Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow

It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

Verse Two: Redman

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse

When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!

Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores

Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs

The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it

With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch

Plus, the Bombazee got me wild

(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide

Verse Three: Method Man

10 9 8 7 6 5 4

3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door

Tical bring it to that ass raw

Breakin all the rules like glass jaws

Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours

Fucka, we dont need no rap tour

I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture

More than you bargained for

Tical, that stays open like an all nite store

For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill

And end your existance, M-E-T

Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D

Verse Four: Redman

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust

The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts

I shift like a clutch with the Ruck

Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough

Your shit broke down, light your flare

Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares

6 million ways to die, so I chose

Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap

And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass

And yo my man (Tical) hit me now

Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now

Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock

Empty off a lickin off a hip hop

Fuck the billboard, Im a bullet on my block

How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?

Chorus:

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train

HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky

HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my dick

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane

Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed

HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky

HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick

Verse Five: Method Man

Til my man Raider Ruckus come home

It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home

Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone

we don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O

Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic

Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic

Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece

Plus I got no love for the beast

Hailin from the big East Coast

Where niggaz pack toast

Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats

[Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block

You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped]

As I run around with a racist

My style was born in the 50 stair cases

Dig it, eff a rap critic

He talk about it while I live it

If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it

Verse Six: Redman

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya

Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet

Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic

Rollin blunts an all day habit

I get it on like Smif'n'Wes

Punks take a sip and test

Who split your vest

The funk phenomenon

I'm bombin you like Lebanon

Blow canals of Panama

Just off stamina

Styles not to be fucked with, or played with

Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches

Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with

Fat radical mathematical type scriptures

I dig up in your planets like Diga,

Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens

Fuck the marines, I got machines

To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine

I fly more heads than Continental

Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental

Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks

But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks

I breaks em up proppa

Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'

Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg

Look, I got the tools like Rickle

To make your mind tickle

For the nine nickle

[Yo Red, yo Red!]

Punk ass pussy ass

[You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it]

Word up Tical, We Out

[iT'S OVER]

[SPYGIRL3]

Wow.....those take me back. Nice call on the old skool tip:D