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

[pkern]

This one's a classic off the landmark kick-ass album, "...Nation of Millions...":

Public Enemy

"Don't Believe the Hype"

Back!

Caught you lookin' for the same thing

It's a new thing - check out this I bring

Uh Oh the roll below the level

'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, C'mon

Turn up the radio

They claim that I'm a criminal

By now I wonder how

Some people never know

The enemy could be their friend, guardian

I'm not a hooligan

I rock the party and

Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist

Preach to teach to all

'Cause some they never had this

Number one, not born to run

About the gun...

I wasn't licensed to have one

The minute they see me, fear me

I'm the epitome - a public enemy

Used, abused without clues

I refused to blow a fuse

They even had it on the news

Don't believe the hype...

Yes!

Was the start of my last jam,

So here it is again, another def jam

But since I gave you all a little something

That we knew you lacked,

They still consider me a new jack.

All the critics you can hang' em

I'll hold the rope.

But they hope to the pope

And pray it ain't dope.

The follower of Farrakhan.

Don't tell me that you understand

Until you hear the man.

The book of the new school rap game

Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane

Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind

We're brothers of the same mind, unblind

Caught in the middle and

Not surrenderin'

I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'

Some claim that I'm a smuggler

Some say I never heard of 'ya

A rap burgler, false media

We don't need it do we?

It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?

Don't believe the hype...

Don't believe the hype – it’s a sequel

As an equal, can I get this through to you?

My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk.

All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk

Comin' from the school of hard knocks

Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox

Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact

The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox

Leader of the new school, uncool.

Never played the fool, just made the rules.

Remember there's a need to get alarmed

Again I said I was a time bomb.

In the daytime the radio's scared of me

'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy

They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime

'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine

I get on the mix late in the night

They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike

Before I let it go, don't rush my show

You try to reach and grab and get elbowed

Word to herb, yo if you can't swing this

Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you

As you get up and dance at the LQ

When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos

Then they clear the lane I go solo

The meaning of all of that

Some media is the whack

You believe it's true, it blows me through the roof

Suckers, liars get me a shovel

Some writers I know are damn devils

For them I say don't believe the hype

Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?

Their pens and pads I'll snatch

'Cause I've had it

I'm not an addict fiendin' for static

I'll see their tape recorder and grab it

No, you can't have it back silly rabbit

I'm going' to my media assassin

Harry Allen, I gotta ask him

Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?

Don't believe the hype

I got flavor and all those things you know

Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show

Yo Griff, get the green black red and

Gold down countdown to Armageddon

-88 you wait the S1Ws will

Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar

Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard

Some sau I'm negative

But they're not positive

But what I got to give...

The media says this?

[thehacker]

"I Left My Wallet in El Segundo"

Tribe Called Quest

Q-Tip:

My mother went away for a month-long trip Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship She made a big mistake by leaving me home I had to roam so I picked up the phone Dialed Ali up to see what was going down Told him I pick him up so we could drive around Took the Dodge Dart, a '74 My mother left a yard but I needed one more Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit Came to a toll, we paid and went through it Had no destination, we was on a quest Ali laid in the back so he could get rest Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half The sun had just risen on a dusty path Just then a figure had caught my eye A man with a sombrero who was four feet high I pulled over to ask were we was at His index finger he tipped up his hat "El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto" Needed civilization, some sort of reservation He said a mile south, there's a fast food station Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?"

(Well describe to me what the wallet looks like)

Anyway a gas station we passed We got gas and went on to get grub It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere Anywhere would have been better I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em Ali had the fruit punch When we finished we thought for ways to get back I had a hunch Ali said, "Pay for lunch" So I did it Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady She was a waitress there Put the wallet down and stared and stared To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed: "Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?" I checked for keys and started to step What do you know, my wallet I forget

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man

Lord, have mercy The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me I fell bad but he makes me feel badder Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound Three days coming and three more going We get back and there was no slack 490 Madison, we're here, Sha He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow" Thinking about the past week, the last week Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said "Why?" I said, "We gotta go 'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo"

Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get, I got-got ta get it

[thehacker]

"Bring Tha Noize"

Public Enemy (With Anthrax)

-Ridenhour-Shocklee-Sadler-Anthrax-

Bass! How low can you go?

Death row what a brother knows

Once again, back is the incredible

The rhyme animal

The incredible D. Public Enemy number one

Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got numb

Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?

But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun

Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records they sell

'Cause a brother like me said "Well

Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to

What he can say to you, what you ought to do"

Follow for now, power to the people say,

"Make a miracle. D, pump the lyrical"

Black is back, all in, we're gonna win

Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again

Chorus

Turn it up! Bring tha noize!

Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad

At the fact that's corrupt as a senator

Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope

'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope

Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music

that the critics are blasting me for

They'll never care for the brothers and sisters

now across the country has us up for the war

We got to demonstrate, come on now, they're gonna have to wait

Till we get it right

Radio Stations I question their blackness

They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play this

Chorus

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me

My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know

He can cut a record from side to side

So what, the ride, the glide

should be much safer than a suicide

Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll

Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man

Makin' a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know

You call 'em demos, but we ride limos, too

Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you

Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono

Run DMC first said a deejay could be a band

Stand on its feet, get you out your seat

Beat is for Eric B, and L.L. as well, hell

Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells

Ever forever, universal, it will sell

Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

Chorus

From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose

'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast dose

Rock with some pizzazz, it will last why you ask?

Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as

We got to pleed the fifth, we can investigate

Don't need to wait, get the record straight

Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor Terminator

X to sign checks, play to get paid

We got to check it out down on the avenue

A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you

Yeah, I'm telling you

[thehacker]

"Me Myself and I"

De La Soul

[Dove]

Mirror mirror on the wall

Tell me mirror what is wrong?

Can it be my De La Clothes

Or is it just my De La Soul

What I do ain't make believe

People say I sit and try

But when it comes to being De La

It's just me myself and I

It's just me myself and I (repeat 3x)

[Posdonus]

Now you tease my Plug One style

And my Plug One spectacles

You say Plug One and Two are hippies

No we're not, thats pure Plug Bull

Always pushin that we formed an image

There's no need to lie

When it comes to being Plug One

It's just me myself and I

It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X)

[Dove]

Proud, I'm proud of what I am

Poems I speak are Plug Two type

Please oh please let Plug Two be

himself, not what you read or write

Write is wrong when hype is written

on the Soul, De La that is

Style is surely our own thing

Not the false disguise of show-biz

De La Soul is from the soul

And in fact I can't deny

Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie

And from me myself and I

It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X)

[Posdonus]

Glory Glory Hallelu

Glory for Plug One and Two

But that glory's been denied

By concensing dookie eyes

People think they diss my person

by stating I'm darkly packed

I know this so I point at Q-Tip

and he states, "Black is Black"

Mirror mirror on the wall

Shovel chestnuts in my path

Just keep all nuts twistin up

so I don't get an aftermath

But if I do I'll calmly punch them

in the 4th day of July

Cause they tried to mess with third degree

That's me myself and I

It's just me myself and I (repeat 3X)

[thehacker]

"Scenario"

Tribe Called Quest

Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

Here we go yo, here we go yo

So what so what so what's the scenario

Verse One: Phife Dawg

Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)

But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap

Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat

No batteries included, and no strings attached

No holds barred, no time for move fakin

Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon

Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow

But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so

Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z's troop

But here's the real scoop

I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome

Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from

I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here

My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH)

Head for the border, go get a taco

I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go

Sit back relax and let yourself go

Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

Verse Two: Charlie Brown

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)

who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!)

real live y'all (live y'all!)

Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn

Some may, I say, call me Charlie

The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley

Layback on the payback, evolve rotate the gates.. CONTACT!

Can I get a hit? (HIT!)

Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip

East coast stompin, rippin and rompin

New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton

Checka-checka-check it out!

The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce

And wow how now wow how now Brown cow

We're ill till the skill gets down

For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new

but the rest are doo-doo

From radio, to the video, to Arsenio

Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario

Verse Three: Dinco D

(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo

Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four

Scores for the smores that smother dance floors

Now I go for mine, shades of sea-shore

Ship-shape plush Grape Apes to play tapes

[Papes make drapes?] great for the wakes

of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader

Bass innerspace means peace see ya later

Later? (LATER!) Later alligator

Pop blows the weasel and the herb's the inflater

So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow

Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight

Laugh yo, how'd that sound? (ohhhhhh!)

Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes

It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)

Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)

I could give a damn about a ill subliminal

Stay away from crime cause I ain't no CRIMINAL

I love my young nation, groovy sensation

No time for hibernation, only elation

Don't ever try to test, the water little kid

Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED

Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK

Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere

Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear

You know I did it

So don't violate or you get violated

The hip-hop sound is well agitated

Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego

So here's Busta Rhymes with the, Scenario

Verse Five: Busta Rhymes

Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind

Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind

Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon

Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine

Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary

When diggin into my library

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!

Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a

Uh, uh uhh, all over with the track man

Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back

As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon

When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon

Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin

Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban

And had you smellin ripe, like some old stale urine

Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken

The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks they were kickin

Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme

the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!)

Rippin up this dance just like a radio

Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!!

*chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker!

Chorus 2X

[reefer14]

U hit the scenario right on the spot everyone knows those lyrics but i think u guyz missed one of the most known songs ever!!!!!

G:

Regulators

we regulate any stealing of his property

and we damn good too

But you can't be any geek off the street,

gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep!

REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP!

G:

It was a clear black night, a clear white moon

Warren G was on the streets, trying to consume

some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk

just rollin in my ride, chillin all alone

Nate:

Just hit the Eastside of the LBC

on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G.

Seen a car full of girls ain't no need to tweak

all you skirts know what's up with 213

G:

So I hooks a left on the 21 and Lewis

some brothas shootin dice so I said "Let's do this"

I jumped out the ride, and said "What's up?"

some brothas pulled some gats so I said "I'm stuck."

Nate:

Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve

these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb

Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks

I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix

G:

I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself

I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth

they took my rings, they took my rolex

I looked at the brotha said "Damn, what's next?"

Nate:

They got my homey hemmed up and they all around

ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound

I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown

I best pull out my strap and lay them busters down

G:

They got guns to my head

I think I'm going down

I can't believe this happenin in my own town

If I had wings I could fly

let me contemplate

I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate

Nate:

Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole

Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold

now they droppin and yellin

it's a tad bit late

Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate

I laid all them busters down

I let my gat explode

now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode

if you want skirts sit back and observe

I just left a gang of those over there on the curb

G:

Now Nate got the freaks

and that's a known fact

before I got jacked I was on the same track

back up back up cause it's on

N A T E and me

the Warren to the G

Nate:

Just like I thought

they were in the same spot

in need of some desperate help

the Nate Dogg and the G-child

were in need of something else

one of them dames was sexy as hell

I said "ooo I like your size."

she said "my car's broke down and you seem real nice,

would ya let me ride?"

I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell

the next stop is the Eastside Motel

G:

I'm tweaking

into a whole new era

G-Funk

step to this

I dare ya

Funk

on a whole new level

Nate:

the rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble

G:

Chords

Strings

We brings

Melody

G-Funk

where rhythm is life

and life is rhythm

Nate:

If you know like I know

you don't wanna step to this

It's the G-Funk era

funked out with a gangsta twist

if you smoke like I smoke

then you high like everyday

and if your ass is a buster

213 will regulate

-Reefer

THE WORLD IS A BIG PUSSY WAITING TO GET FUCKED!

[thehacker]

Originally posted by reefer14

Won'tcha think of better things than some horny tricks

gotta give 'em some cred...

i never realized the lyrics weren't the typical "any bitches and ho's will do just fine" typa sh!t.

[quoth]

bro theres plenty of good ones that are still missed i mean we can't post every single friggin one of them, but this one right here is the one that we REALLLLLLLY missed posting ....

Check Yo Self

Ice Cube f/ Das EFX

Intro: Das EFX

Yeah! Word is bond!

Das EFX in this yaknowhatI'msayin

Straight from the sewer, word is bond!

Yeah! Yah! Ah-yeah! We doin this with my nigga

Where my nigga? Ice Cube in the motherfucker

Word is bond! (Yeah!)

Verse One: Ice Cube

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self

Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth

Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms

Doin foul crime, I'm that nigga wit'cha Alpine

Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know

And friends know, we got the indo

No I'm not a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain

And no I'm not the butler, I'll cut ya (Uh!)

Headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this

And I wouldn't touch ya, in fact motherfuck ya

Here to let you know boy, oh boy

I make dough but don't call me DoughBoy

This ain't no fuckin motion picture

A guy or bitch-a, I'll get wit'cha

And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck

So you better run a check

Chorus One: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self

[ice] Cause shotgun bullets are bad for your health

Hook: Das EFX

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

*repeat 2X*

Verse Two: Ice Cube

Tricks wanna step to Cube and then they get played

Cause they bitch may pullin out a switchblade

That's kinda trifle, caise that's a knife-o

AK-47, assault rifle

Hold the fifty, I'm nifty, pow

I gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"

I hate motherfuckers claimin that they foldin bank

But steady talkin shit in the holding tank

First you wanna step to me

Now your ass screamin for the deputy

They send you to Charlie-Baker-Denver row

Now they runnin up in ya slow

You're gone, used to be the Don Juan (Check that shit out!)

Now your name is just Twan

Switch it, snap it, rollin your eyes and neck

You better run a check

Chorus Two: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

[ice] Cause big dicks up yo ass is bad for yo health

Hook

Verse Three: Ice Cube

If you're foul, you better run a make on that license plate

You coulda had a V8

Instead of a tre-eight slug to the cranium (POOOOOW!)

I got six and I'm aimin em

Will I shoot or keep you guessin

Cause fuck you and that shit ya stressin

Bitch, get off the wood, you're no good

There goes the neighbourhood hooker (Slut!)

Go ahead and keep your drawers

Givin up the claps and who needs applause

At a time like this, pop the coochie and ya dead

The bitch is a Miami Hurricane hit

Sprung, niggaz call her 'Lips and Lungs'

Nappy dugout, get the fuck out

Cause women like you gets no respect

Bitch, you better run a check

Chorus Three: Das EFX and Ice Cube

[Das] So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self

[ice] Cause bitches like you is bad for my health

[siceone]

The Pharcyde

Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde

Passin Me By

Now in my younger days I used to sport as shag

When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag

With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss

Always got mad when the class was dismissed

But when it was in session, I always had a question

I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and

help me with my problem, it was never much

Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch

Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug

She was married to the man, he was a thug,

His name was Lee, he drove a Z,

he'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock

I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus

First I'd write her name then carve a plus,

with my name last, on the looking glass,

I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass

She keeps on passin me by...

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly

See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me

That I should quit chasin' and look for something better

But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter

I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her

I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture

I'm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger

She could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga)

But, all I can do is stare...

Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare

Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated

not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer

to get in her boots and it looks rather dry

I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye

Although she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her stride

Cause I won't have no more of this passin me by

And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't have me

Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie

She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan

Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man

He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop

She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop

She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand

By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man

She keeps on passin me by...

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian

And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion

when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye

overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?

Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;

And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance

From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;

Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:

My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well

Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you

When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp

Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!

'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so

And if I was your man then I would be true

The only lying I would do is in the bed with you

Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender

The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender

Damn!

She keeps on passin me by...

Thats my shit right there

-C

[thehacker]

Originally posted by quoth

Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms

...

Chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self

...

Mic-mic-microphone check (One, two! Check it!)

DEFINATELY some classic lines here. thanks!!!

[quoth]

hell yea YO u and heretic909 MUSTTTTT meetup at Limelight i was pissed u guys werent at Vinyl sat night...but i heard u guys are cool and know yer electronica shit like me..so no doubt get yer ass to Limelight friday for a meetup...peace...-Quoth

[LavenderMenace]

De La Soul

Bitties in the BK Lounge

Yo man let me make some Cpt. Krunch man alright

Yo man we have any milk?

Yeah, what time is it?

I don't know, what day is it?

Don't know, well I'll tell you.

Well it was a Wednesday

me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry

like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce

and a glass of milk and some cookies.

Spotted in the mist was a BK logo

what we said - well what do you know

this chick thought I was trying to play fly

cause I had a pair of blue jeans on.

Young girl, won't you take my order?

she said, "Yeah, but right now I'm kinda busy...

can't you see I'm trying to put this band aid on my finger?"

Lingering, I could tell

she's a B-K mademoiselle

Ripped uniform and bottom bell

and some Jelly stuff on her sleeve

Look to this cause I had no name tag on my collar

could be pissed cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour

And then Boss Hog hollar

"Girl you better make this quick!"

She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your chick!"

I had an idea and lickity split

took my hat off and that was it

Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said

"Yeah now we'll see!"

And o' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized

"Ain't you that guy?"

"Aint you that GIRL!"

"De La Soul, right?"

"No Tracy Chapman!"

"Why don't you come over to the counter; and write me out an autograph?"

Ha ha ha, I had to laugh

She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph

But me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed

"What's the name of that song you sing?"

"Living in a fast car," I said

Forget about the order I made

I'll go get a slice of pizza instead.

Bitties in the BK lounge, All they do is beg and they scrounge

Bitties in the BK lounge

"Excuse me, would you take my order I have to go

Shashawna's got a real job, dag don't you know!"

Oh yeah, Now I recognize

The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes

Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?

Yes you can, but you can keep your lies

cause you know you can't diss me

but your pissing me off

I know where you live and I know that your soft

You're as booty as they come [booty?]

and you dress like a geek

my shoes cost more than you make in two weeks

Look, you don't have to play fly in here

I can tell your fly by the weave that you wear!

But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray By the way yo, here's yours

I know your just sweating me to kill the noise

of your polyester pants and thier o' so high waters

Look at what you do all day but take orders

You bow tie wearing, clocking and staring

I know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrap

I think you Chubby for my man is living slack

Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school

selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools!

With one hand that punk I could snap- the kid is so skinny...

But we be livin fat

Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?

Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor

Better yet pour it down the pants and let the acid kill

the smell that should have been left to Masingel!

Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet

I got to much family to heed your threats

Are you a family man? [Word booty!]

Well I shouldn't be surprized

your sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying fries

Don't even try that shit!

Oh damn look! [What?]

Here comes one more

It's your father he just finished mooping the floor

Now give them a hand, its the BK clan

So you can't talk garbage about who I am

well, arn't we living foul

Speaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?

Ops I meant you sorry for the mix up

but your stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups!

I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man!

{You'd better!}

I think theres something you should understand

I try to be nice and help the poor make money

And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy!

Now B-K workers is too damn rude

I think I'll go get me some Chinese food

[heretic909]

Originally posted by quoth

hell yea YO u and heretic909 MUSTTTTT meetup at Limelight i was pissed u guys werent at Vinyl sat night...but i heard u guys are cool and know yer electronica shit like me..so no doubt get yer ass to Limelight friday for a meetup...peace...-Quoth

No can do

I spin Fridays

[thehacker]

"Mama Said Knock You Out"

LL Cool J

C'mon man

And with the local news,

LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback

Don't call it a comeback

I've been here for years

I'm rocking my peers

Puttin' suckers in fear

Makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon

Listen to the bass go boom

Explosions, overpowerin'

Over the competition I'm towerin'

Wrecking shop when I write these lyrics

that'll make you call the cops

Don't you dare stare, you better move

Don't ever compare

Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced

Competition's payin' the price

I'm gonna knock you out

Mama said knock you out (repeat)

Don't you call this a regular jam

I'm gonna rock this land

I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm

And I'm just gettin' warm

Just like Muhammed Ali

They called him Cassius

Watch me bash this beat like a skull

That you know I've beef with

Why do you riff with me

The maniac psycho

And when I pull out my jammy get ready

Cause I might go Blaw!

How you like me now?

The ripper will not allow

You to get with Mr. Swift or Rift,

Listen to my gears shift

I'm blasting, I'm blasting

Kinda like shaft, so you can say I'm shafting

Oh, English filled my mind, and I came up with a funky rhyme

I'm gonna knock you out

Mama said knock you out (repeat)

Shadow boxing when I heard you on the radio, UH

I just don't know

What made you forget that I was raw

But now I gotta new tour

I'm going insane

Startin' the hurricane

Releasin' pain

Lettin' you know

You can't gain or maintain

Unless you say my name

Rippin'

Killin'

Diggin' and drillin' a hole

Pass the Old Gold

I'm gonna knock you out

Mama said knock you out (repeat)

Shotgun blasts are heard

When I rip and kill at will

The man of the hour, tower of power

I'll devour

I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand

That I'm not your average man

When I gotta jammy in my hand

Damn!

Oooooh!

Listen to the way I slay

Your crew

Damage (repeat)

Destruction, terror, and mayhem

Pass me a sissy so sucker I'll slay him

Farmers (WHAT)

Farmers (WHAT)

I'm ready (WE'RE READY)

I think I'm gonna bomb a town

Get down

Don't you never, ever

Pull my lever

Cause I explode

And my nine is easy to load

I gotta thank God

Cause he gave me the strength to rock Hard

I'm gonna knock you out

Mama said knock you out (repeat)

[mjr203]

GANG STARR

MOMENT OF TRUTH

album: MOMENT OF TRUTH

[some Jamaican lady]

No matta wat we fyace

We mus face de moment of trut baybe

Chorus & Verses - Guru

They say it's lonely at the top, in whatever you do

You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you

Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof

We all must meet our moment of truth

The same sheisty cats that you hang with, and do your thang with

could set you up and wet you up, nigga peep the language

It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you

or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through

Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks

it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back

That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust

It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust

But I can't jeapordize, what I have done up to this point

So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint

Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die

You know I be the masterof the who what where and why

See when you're shinin, some chumps'll wanna dull ya

Always selfish jealous punks, will wanna pull ya

down, just like some shellfish in a bucket

cause they love it, to see your ass squirm like a worm

But just as you'll receive what is comin to you

Everybody else is gonna get theirs too

I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute

That everyone must meet their moment of truth

Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge

You may not know the harships people don't speak of

It's best to step back, and observe with couth

For we all must meet our moment of truth

Sometimes you gotta dig deep, when problems come near

Don't fear things get severe for everybody everywhere

Why do bad things happen, to good people?

Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil

The situation that I'm facin, is mad amazin

to think such problems can arise from minor confrontations

Now I'm contemplatin in my bedroom pacin

Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin

Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy

Don't even feel like drinking, or even gettin high

Cause all that's gonna do really, is accelerate

the anxieties that I wish I could alleviate

But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit, before

So I oughta be able, to withstand some more

But I'm sweatin though, my eyes are turnin red and yo

I'm ready to lose my mind but instead I use my mind

I put down the knife, and take the bullets out my nine

My only crime, was that I'm too damn kind

And now some skanless motherfuckers wanna take what's mine

But they can't take the respect, that I've earned in my lifetime

And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes

So like they say, every dog has it's day

And like they say, God works in a mysterious way

So I pray, remembering the days of my youth

As I prepare to meet my moment of truth

("You should know the truth

And the truth shall set you free" --> from _Who's Gonna Take the Weight?_)

Yo I got one lyric pointed at your head for start

Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart

Now if I pull the trigger, on these fully loaded lines

You're gonna wish I woulda pulled a black nine, I mack dimes

Crack the spines of the fake gangsters

Yeah the bitin triflin niggaz, and the studio pranksters

Yo lookin at the situation plainly: will you remain G?

Or will you be looked upon strangely?

I reign as the articulator, with the greater data

Revolvin on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam

While others struggle to juggle, tricky metaphots

I explore more, to expose the core

A lot of MC's, act stupid to me

And we have yet to see, if they can match our longevity

But anyway it's just another day

Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display

Styles, smooth but rugged -- you can't push or shove it

You dig it and you dug it cause like money you love it

The king of monotone, with my own throne

Righteously violent prone my words bring winds like cyclones

Stormin your hideout, blockin out your sunlight

Your image and your business, were truly not done right

Throw up your he-Allah-I now, divine saviors

You got no hand skills there's no security to save ya

No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y

I came to bring your phone hip-hop, to an ending

My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse

Cause you must meet your moment of truth

First Chorus

[thehacker]

Originally posted by mjr203

Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof

We all must meet our moment of truth

nice one.

[bLizAnci]

Hello it's the soul

Troopin' in wit the Jungle patrol

And this one's about the KO's the knockouts out there

Who's holdin' my buddy

Hold up

(wait a minute)

POS:

Now just wait

We're gonna talk about Buddy on this plate

But before we let the herd out the gate

Make sure the all the levels are straight out the jungle

(The Jungle, the Jungle, the Brothers, the Brothers)

AFRIKA:

De La Soul from the soul

Black medallions no gold

Hangin' out wit Pos hangin' out wit Mase

Buddy buddy buddy all in my face

MIKE G:

For the lap Jimbrowski must wear a cap

Just in case the young girl likes to clap

Ain't for the wind but before I begin

I initiate the buddy with a slap

Q-TIP:

Now for the next

I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest

And when I quest for the buddy I don't fess

For my jimmy wants nothin' but the best (the best)

The best (Ooh Wee!)

Let's stick out jimmy and see what we can catch

(Stick em up, stick em up jimmy)

Next won't be needed unless

(Jenny wanna get right to the flesh)

(Sweet little woman, sweet little woman)

POS:

I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y (why)

Cause I never let it walk on by

When it comes to me and Jenny I seem (very serious)

Like a Peak Freen

Buddy is the act that occurs on the lip

when Jenny and jimmy start shootin' the gift

Boy let me get shot I won't even riff

AFRIKA:

Buddy buddy don't you know you make me go nutty

I'm so glad that you're not a fuddy duddy

Not too skinny and not too chubby

Soft like silly putty

Miss Crabtree I hope that you're not mad at me

Cause I told you that it was your buddy

That was making me ever so horny

Junglelistically horny

DOVE:

On the dial my buddy talks to me for a while

Plug Two is the

Q-TIP:

Q to her tip

DOVE:

On the A side and sometimes the flip

(Gotta gotta flip this record)

Buddy is the bud to my daisy tree

And the luuden to my do-re-mi

And the pleaser to my man Plug 3

(Plug 3 gets all the buddy)

MIKE G:

Behind my bush my buddy likes the way that I push

And like a champ just knock it on out

Never ever once sellin' out

(Oh let loose the juice)

My buddy helps me to

(De La my Soul)

Keepin' jimmy in total control

Without Buddy I'd be on a roll

(La la la l-la la la la, la la la l-la la la la)

Q-TIP:

Hey girl I heard ya lookin' for some good times

If you Quest from the Soul here's what we'll find

A whole lot of fun lots of fun together

Just like kissin' cousins (yeah that's kinda clever)

Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close

If you be my buddy I will toast

That we're like Ethel Merts and Lucille MacGillicuddy

You can be mines and I can be your buddy

DOVE:

The best buddy's in evening wear

Long lovin' less Tru know (he's in there)

I feel sorry for those who pay a fare (a fee) word to the D

I don't beg I just tease my buddy with my right leg

And when it's ready what's said is buddy is best in bed

AFRIKA:

Fly buddy told us all to get into a circle

Said don't worry cause I won't hurt you

All I really wanna do is freak you (she freaked us)

MIKE G:

And I watched and then I checked my swatch

To see the time

The Soul had formed a buddy line

And that buddy was (mine all mine)

POS:

Now when Tribe, the Jungle, and De La Soul

Is at the clubs our ritual unfolds

Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands

(Then Jenny start flockin' it everywhere)

Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware

Yo fellas should we keep her aware

(Mmm Hmm, yeah!!!)

[bLizAnci]

That's How I Did 'Em - Big Daddy Kane

Daddy Daddy tell me a story of how you took out that wack MC

No Daddy, tell them how you beat down that bootlegger

Daddy Daddy tell us a story!

[big Daddy Kane]

Heh heh, alright, alright, alright y'all OK

Come on y'all, crowd around Daddy now OK? C'mon

Y'all just sit there and listen

I'ma tell you about the MC

and I'ma tell you about the bootlegger, OK?

Here we go children

It happened at a jam, some kid tried to sham on the program

So I had to silence the lamb and show him who I am

So I just set it off on my competitor

Freakin the funk as I hit em with crazy metaphors

Like back up off me Dukes, because you're trippin

You better dry your cranium off, cause your brain is slippin

You beatin me is somethin that I doubt

The only way you could bake Kane is workin in a crackhouse

No man alive can withstand the Kane flow

I kick so much flavor that my shoes look like a rainbow

You need a whole lot of practice, you thought that you was

on the money so I took you out like taxes!

Now you can Flea Off, releasin me G, easy be

to keep the great MC

Then I throw em I lean and mean record to spark

So I can school that ass just like Joe Clark

next I translated, my rap is more educated

and made it complicated for him to illustrate it

My dexterity, put him in fear of me

and had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin see

That was enough to slow his whole train of thought down

So I just speeded the pace up more than enough for him to come around

I triple the words, when makin the rhymes, whatever the rhythm

Puttin his mind in a prison

And oh yeah, that's how I did em

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY)

I was out flex, lookin cold sex in a Lex'

Sippin on a Beck's, pumpin the remix of Das EFX

Drive down 125th with my man

And what did I see, bein sold at the stand?

A bunch of bootleg tapes that he had claim on it

So I snatched everything with my name on it

And give me that Kool G. Rap tape, and give me that Ice Cube

and all the Wu-Tang joints, cause they're my boys too

A man tryin to make a livin, I can't knock it

But now you tried to take money out of my pocket

Word to Miz, what the problem is, is that the kids

didn't buy it from The Wiz, they bought your shaky fibs so

now it's time to move him off the block

Pass me the glock cause I might make a body rock

And I'll break down sixteen shots

That's One + Eight + Seven on a undercover

bootlegger, you're worse than a beggar

Makin a fake profit, stop it

Cause I work hard for the money, to make cash flow

to have another come along and take my dough

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

So I just told my man, aiyyo

throw the tapes in the Lexus

Then we burned his whole stand down just like Waco, Texas

And then I jumped on the brother, with rage

Crushed his ribcage, damn did he get slayed

Cause I don't think he even know whatever hit him

Bootleggers beware, cause yeah I did em

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY)

Give it your best shot, bring it with all you got

And watch the bombs I drop just rock your knot

Cause it ain't wise to address me

I wouldn't advise a schoolteacher to test me

Cause I don't just do em, I run through em

And I don't just hurt, uh uh, I body work em

Lyrical torture, never could support ya

For steppin to me, agony is what it brought ya

Cause you never seen this type of lyrical genius

that could never be touched, and I mean this

So one love, I'ma leave you with the rhythm

Ain't no need to go off, cause yo hon know I did em

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HUH) that's how I did em (HAH)

That's how I did em (HEYYYYYYYY)

[ronalds]

Artist: Brand Nubian

Album: One For All

Song: Slow Down

Slow down (repeat 3X)

Verse one: Derrick X (Sadat X)

Hey baby your hips is getting big

Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig

Now Woolie Willie got a pair of my sneakers

I wonder where he got 'em cause I hid 'em behind my speakers

The object of your affection is the tree-top connection

Or basically you love to smoke the wools

The crackheads attract man they come up to my door

I don't smoke gems so what they knocking for

Kids love to feel on you, feds got a seal on you

Street time is limited to days

On your crack card you're getting only A's and C's for come back

Damn it's a shame you're the mighty queen of vowels

With a wide-eyed look and a rotten-toothed smile

Used to walk with a swagger

Now you simply stagger

From one spot on to the next spot on to the next spot on to the next

Bitch get a job

From me you won't rob

Cause I'll smack you with a hose filled with sand

Now give that to the crack man

You was fly once now you're losing all your fronts

Started out light on the tip of woolie blunts

Now you gained a stripe, graduated to the pipe

Took a long pull...hype

Yeah, head crack head crack

You smoked up that stack and admitted you was fat

(Hey yo X, wasn't that your girl?)

Yeah I had to drop her

Cause she caught on the plastic and I just couldn't stop her

Slow down x5

What I am is what I am x2

Verse Two: Lord Jamar

I knew this girl named Tropicana

She's always juicing

Producing cash for my sexual task

She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat

You ain't paid then your grade is incomplete

You've got to flash dollars, to prove her

And when you do she sucks it up like a Hoover

Taking all your papes like inhalation of ace

Her nasal passages is filled with money, and it's massive

(What I am is what I am)

Well, what you are is a stunt, man

You're on a hunt and your plan is to take all you can

From my man and scram

I've seen your kind before you're not original

Just a sick mixed up individual

Giving up the crotch for a fresh gold watch

Marking off the goods you got going up another notch

Your ways and actions are like those of a savage

If the price is right, then anyone can ravage

Even Monty Hall can have himself a ball if his assets are in order

What's really scary is you're somebody's daughter

So don't come around trying to make a profit

At the expense of another man, stop it

Cause you see you're a freak show of the town

Know what I think you ought to do is

Slow down x7

What I am is what I am x2

Verse Three: Grand Puba

As the jewels jingle from the hot young and single little stunt

A forty and a blunt, that's all she really wants

But she'll spend your papes and she'll use up all your plastic

And if you swing an ep you'd better wear a prophylactic

Cause things are getting drastic

Slide up in the wrong one you'll end up in a casket

(Slow down)

Sister, there's no need in speeding

She was doing lays before she started bleeding

What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?

Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson

A real gold winner just like Bruce Jenner

Lay the bitch on the bed and then you run right in her

Puba makes no mistakes

She said "Rock me tonight (for old time's sake)"

Picture that

(Slow Down)

You little hooker

Honey got a problem with the bends

Meaning she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins

The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy

She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy

Come on toots you can take a thousand douche

Scrub that ass and I'll still pass

(Slow down)

You're living foul

(Slow down x2)

Now see it ain't no reason for you to be out here skeezin'

Cause it ain't the season

So if you want to live foul and be a dumb diddy dumb dumb bitch

Well go ahead

You're living foul

I'd like to give a special shout to my DJ Alamo on the help out

Right by my side

Slow down (repeat 12X)

[thehacker]

i just realized that this is...

this is the exact same thing as bboys and bgirls standin' on a corner with a beatbox just slangin' bustin' rhymes till sundown.

clubplanet rocks the planet rock.

don't stop.

[cro]

Wish I could type all the words but , I don't remember all of them unless I here the song, but maybe someone could help finish this one off for me...One of the greatest rap songs of all time..

Nice and Smooth - Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick

Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick,

I'm sweeter and.....

Here's and I cream cone honey take a lick....

[dgmodel]

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick

I'm sweeter and thicker than a chico stick

Here's an ice cream cone honey take a lick

I go to Bay Plaza and catch a flick

Wore my Timberland boots so I can stomp ticks

Scandalous get a wiff of this mist

Just like the Yar Boys now I'm blissed

I feel good per say good state of mind

Drive a red Sterling and the seats recline

I love it when a lady treats me kind

Go to Tavern on the Green have a glass of wine

He say, she say I heard it through the grapevine

No static, got an automatic

Too much of anything makes you an addict

Smooth B Greg Nice Slick Nick click

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick...

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick

I was on 125 and Saint Nick

Waiting on a cab, standing in the rain

Under my heart three clouds of pain

She got the best of me

What was her destiny?

Maybe I should lick her with my nine millime...ter

My mind is in a blur

Cause you could never pay me to think this would occur

Me and this girl Jane Doe was living together

We were inseparable, noone could sever

At least that's what I thought

But later I fought with her substance

And almost ended up in Supreme Court

When I was on the road doing shows getting biz

She was in my penz getting stiffy with her friends

And even when she crashed my whip I didn't flip

My man Slick Nick said Smooth you're starting to slip

Time went on I started noticing weight loss

Then I had to ask her was she riding the white horse

At first she said no, then she said yo Smooth I'm sorry

But I keep having visions of snow

I need doe

And I said woah little hottie

I'm not DeLorian, Gambino or Gotti

I don't deal coke, and furthermore you're making me broke

I'll put you in a rehab and I won't tell your folks

And what do you know

In 18 months she came home and I let her back in

And now she's sniffing again...

[cro]

Man that was quick, thanks!!!!!

[Promota531]

Rollin in mah 64 with everybody singing

Let me riiiiide

[dgmodel]

Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby

All right stop, Collaborate and listen

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know

Turn off the lights and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms

I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

deadly, when I play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it, You better gain way

You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play

If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping

With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'

Quick to the point, to the point no faking

I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon

Burning them if they're not quick and nimble

I go crazy when I hear a cymbal

And a hi hat with a souped up tempo

I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo

Rollin' in my 5.0

With my ragtop down so my hair can blow

The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi

Did you stop? No -- I just drove by

Kept on pursuing to the next stop

I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block

That block was dead

Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis

Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis

Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine

Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine

Reading for the chumps on the wall

The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls

Gunshots ranged out like a bell

I grabbed my nine -- All I heard were shells

Falling on the concrete real fast

Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas

Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed

I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack

Police on the scene, You know what I mean

They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends

If there was a problem, You, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet

Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it

My town, that created all the bass sound

Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground

'Cause my style's like a chemical spill

Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel

Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept

We make it hype and you want to step with this

Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja

Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"

If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram

Keep my composure when it's time to get loose

Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice

If there was a problem, Yo -- I'll solve it!

Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

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