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

[thehacker]

Originally posted by dgmodel

All right stop, Collaborate and listen

hehe, at least SOMEONE had the courage to post this one.

something deep down inside me that's beyond all the hype and bad press about this song still digs it...

[thehacker]

Originally posted by dgmodel

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick

tune!

[thehacker]

"La Di Da Di"

Slick Rick...

Okay party people in the house...

This is something you never witnessed before...

Yes, it's the incredible Doug E. Fresh...

With his partner, the grand wizard MC, Ricky D

D, and that's me in the place to be.

We goin' to do it for '85, kick it live, allright?

Cuz you know, you're all sick of all these crap rappers

biting their rhymes because of they're back steppers.

But when it comes to me and my man Doug Fresh here,

there is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah.

But as impress, which we approve

and yeah, we realize that we are on the move,

so listen closely so y'all don't miss

as we go a little something like this, HIT IT!

La-di-da-di...

La-di-da-di...

La-di, da-di!

Yo peep this

La-di-da-di, we like to party

We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody

We're, just some men that's on the mic

And when we rock upon the mic we rock the mic RIGHT

For all of y'all, keep y'all in health

Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy conditioning

Which we create, cause that's our mission

So listen close, to what we say

Because this type of shit happens everyday

I woke up around ten o'clock in the morning

I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawn and

Went to the bathroom to wash up

Put some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup, said

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who is the top choice of them all

there was a rumble tumble, five minutes it lasted

the mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard!"

Well that true, that why we never had no beef

THen I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth

Used oil of olay cause my skin gets pail

and then I grabbed the file for my finger nails

I'm true to the style on my behalf

I put the bubbles in the tub so I could take a bubble bath

Clean, dry, was my, body and hair

I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear

For all the girls I might take home

I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo Cologne

Fresh dress, like a million bucks,

put on the Bally shoes and the fly green socks.

Stepped out the house stopped short, oh no

Went back in I forgot my Kangol

Then I dilly, DALLY, I ran through the ALLEY

I bumped into this homegirl named SALLY from the VALLEY

This was a girl playing hard to get

So I said "What's wrong?" cause she looked upset

She said uh, "It's all because of you

I'm feeling sad and blue

You went away

and now my life is filled with rainy days

I love you so

How much you'll never know

Cause you took your love away from me"

Now what was I to do

She was crying over me and she was feeling blue

I said, "Don't cry, dry, your eyes

Here comes your mother with those two little guys"

Her mean mother steps and says to me "Hi!"

Hit Sally in the face and punched her in the eye

Kicked her in the belly, and stepped on her feet

Slammed the child on the hard concrete

The bitch was strong, the kids was gone

Something was wrong I said what was going on?

I tried to break it up I said, stop it, leave her

She said, "If I can't have you she can't either"

She grabbed me closely by my socks

So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox

But uh, she gave chase, she caught up quick

She put a finger in the face of MC Rick, and said

"Why don't you give me some play?

And we can go cruising in my (OJ)

And if you give me that OK

I'll give you all my love today

Ricky Ricky Ricky, can't you see

Somehow your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your jazzy ways

So MC Rick my love is here to stay"

And on and on and on she kept on

The bitch been around before my mother's born

I said, "Cheer up!" I gave her a kiss

I said, "You can't have me I'm too young for you miss"

She said, "No you're not," then she starts crying

I says, "I'm nineteen", she says, "Stop lying!"

I said, "I am -- go ask my mother

And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover!"

To the heart tick tock you don't stop

To the heart tick tock you don't quit, hit it!

...don't ever forget, Doug E. Fresh, and MC Ricky D...

[thehacker]

"It Takes Two"

Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock

It takes two to make a thing go right

It takes two to make it outta sight

Hit it!

I wanna rock right now

I'm Rob Base and I came to get down

I'm not internationally known

But I'm known to rock the microphone

Because I get stoopid, I mean outrageous

Stay away from me if you're contagious

'Cause I'm the winner, no, I'm not the loser

To be an M.C. is what I choose 'a

Ladies love me, girls adore me

I mean even the ones who never saw me

Like the way that I rhyme at a show

The reason why, man, I don't know

So let's go, 'cause

It takes two to make a thing go right

It takes two to make it outta sight

Hit it!

My name is Rob, I gotta real funky concept

Listen up, 'cause I'm gonna keep you in step

I got an idea

That I wanna share

You don't like it? So what, I don't care

I'm number one, the uno, I like comp

Bring all the suckers 'cause all them I'll stomp

Bold and black but I won't protect

All of my followers 'cause all I want is respect

I'm not a doctor, put them in rapture

A slick brother that can easy outfox ya

Cause I'm Rob, the last name Base, yeah

And on the mike, I'm known to be the freshest

So let's start, it shouldn't be too hard

I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard

I won't fess, wear a bulletproof vest

Don't smoke buddha, can't stand sess, yes

It takes two to make a thing go right

It takes two to make it outta sight

Hit it!

The situation that the Base is in

I'm kinda stingy that's why I don't wanna lend

A funky rhyme to a foe or a good friend

But listen up 'cause I want you to comprehend

'Cause I'm the leader, the man superior

I take care of ya and then ya get wearier

So just sit, my rhymes arenot counterfeit

The record sells which makes this one a hit

It won't hurt to listen to Red Alert

Take off your shirt

Make sure it don't hit the dirt

I like the kids--the guys, the girls

I want the ducats 'cause this is Rob Base's world

I'm on a mission, ya better just listen

To my rhymes 'cause I'm all about dissin'

'Cause

It takes two to make a thing go right

It takes two to make it outta sight

Hit it!

I stand alone, don't need anyone

'Cause I'm Rob, just came ot have fun

Don't need friends that act like foes

'Cause I'm Rob Base, the one who knows

About things that make ya get weary

Don't cheer me, just hear me

Out 'cause I got the clout--shout (Ho!)

Before I turn the party out

I won't stutter--

Project my voice, speak clearly

So you can be my choice

On stage or on record

Go to the Wiz and select it

Take it off the rack, if it's wack put it back

I like the Whopper, fuck the Big Mac

If you want static, so let's go

So, throw upyour hands

Go for what you know

Bro', I got an ego

Yo, talkin' to me? No

Oh

'Cause Rob is in the front, EZ Rock is on the Back up

We're not soft, soyou better just slack up

'Cause I'm cool, calm just like a breeze

Rock the mike with the help of EZ

Rock on the set, the music plays

Only cuts the records that I say

It takes two to make a thing go right

It takes two to make it outta sight

Hit it!

All right, now, EZ Rock

now, when I count to three

I want you ot get busy

You ready now?

One, two, three, get loose now!

It takes two to make a thing go right

It takes two to make it outta sight

Hit it!

[i can't believe this is 13 years old.]

[dgmodel]

Hell yeah.. thats an oldie but goodie.. i was like 9 or 10 when that song came i think... wow... still get down to that song if it comes on...

[thehacker]

"Rapture"

Blondie

Toe to toe dancing very close

Body breathing almost comatose

Wall to wall people hypnotized

And they're stepping lightly

Hang each night in rapture

Back to back sacroiliac

Spineless movement and a wild attack

Face to face sightless solitude

And it's finger popping

Twenty four hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly

DJ spinning I said "My My"

Flash is fast Flash is cool

Francois c'est pas flashe non due

And you don't stop sure shot

Go out to the parking lot

And you get in your car and drive real far

And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and it lands on the ground

And out comes the man from Mars

And you try to run but he's got a gun

And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars

You go out at night eating cars

You eat Cadillacs Lincolns too

Mercurys and Subaru

And you don't stop

You keep on eating cars

Then when there's no more cars you go out at night

And eat up bars where the people meet

Face to face

Dance cheek to cheek

One to one

Man to man

Dance toe to toe

Don't move too slow 'cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eating bars

Yeah wall to wall

Door to door

Hall to hall

He's gonna eat 'em all

Rapture

Be pure

Take a tour through the sewer

Don't strain your brain

Paint a train

You'll be singing in the rain

Said don't stop to the punk rock

Well now you see what you wanna be

Just have your party on TV

Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars where the TV's on

And now he's gone back up to space where he won't have a hassle with

the human race

And you hip hop

And you don't stop

Just blast off sure shot

Because the man from Mars stopped eating cars

And eating bars

And now he only eats guitars

Get up!

[i remember watching mtv when this one PREMIERED on yo mtv raps back in the mid-80's. i was at a family christmas gathering and needed to get away. my older brother walked in and was instantly engaged, as i was, and couldn't stop watching. the video for this one was classic 80's style. anyone remember?]

[thehacker]

"Freaks Come Out At Night"

Whodini

Chorus:

The freaks come out at night

The freaks come out at night

The freaks come out at night

(the freaks come out)

The freaks come out at night

Discos don't open till after dark

And it ain't till twelve till the party really starts

And I always had to be home by ten

Right before the fun was about to begin

Crowds of people lined up inside and out

Just one reason, to rock the house

But in the day time the streets was clear

You couldn't find a good freak anywhere, 'cause

Chorus (x2)

Now when freaks get dressed to go out at night

They like to wear leather jackets, chains and spikes

They wear rips and zippers all in their shirts

Real tight pants and fresh mini skirts

All kinds of colors runnin' through their hair

And you could just about find a freak anywhere

But then again, you could know someone all their life

But might not know they're a freak unless you see them at night, 'cause

Chorus (x2)

Now the party's jumpin', the place is packed

And when the crowd's like this, I'm ready to rap

But before I could bust a rhyme on the mic

Freaks are all over me like white on rice

Freaks come in all shapes, sizes and colors

But what I like about 'em most is that they're real good lovers

They do it in the park, they do it in the dark

But most freaks are known for breakin' hearts

You could never tell what a freak was thinkin' of

And you may never catch a freak without at least one glove

And they don't walk, when they step, they strut

And nine times out of ten they drive you nuts

But take my advice, you don't stand a chance

Freaks are so bad they got their own dance

So if you wanna live a nice quiet life

Do yourself a favor, don't come out at night, 'cause

Chorus (x2)

Hut one, hut two

Hut hut hut

Chorus

[thehacker]

"Electric Avenue"

Eddy Grant

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Now in the street

There is violence

And then there's lots

Of work to be done

No place to

Hang out our washin'

And then they can't blame

All on the sun

Oh no

We gonna rock down to

Electric avenue

And then we'll take it higher

Oh

We gonna rock down to

Electric avenue

And then we'll take it higher

Workin' so hard like a soldier

Can't afford the things on T.V.

Deep in my heart I abhor you

Can't get food for the kid

Good God

We gonna rock down to

Electric avenue

And then we'll take it higher

Ho

We gonna rock down to

Electric avenue

And then we'll take it higher

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

We gonna rock down to

Electric avenue

And then we'll take it higher

Ho

We gonna rock down to

Electric avenue

And then we'll take it higher

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

Oh no

We gonna rock down to

Electric avenue

And then we'll take it higher

Ho

We gonna rock down to

Electric avenue

And then we'll take it higher

[thehacker]

searching for lyrics i came across:

http://www.angelfire.com/va2/hiphop/mceen.html

written by none other than curtis blow!

[thehacker]

"The Message"

Grand Master Flash and the Furious Five

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under

Broken glass everywhere

People pissin’ on the stage, you know they just don’t care

I can’t take the smell, can’t take the noise

Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice

Rats in the front room, roaches in the back

Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat

I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far

‘Cause the man with a tow truck repossessed my car

Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge

I’m tryin’ not to lose my head, huh, huh, huh, huh

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under

Standin’ on the front stoop, hangin’ out the window

Watchin’ all the cars go by, rollin’ as the breezes blow

A crazy lady livin’ in a bag

Eatin’ outta garbage pails, used to be a f@# hag

Such a nasty tango, skipped the life in Dango

Was hooked on princes, seemed she lost her senses

Down at the peep show watchin’ all the creeps

So she can tell her stories to the girls back home

She went to the city and got Social Security

She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her own

Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge

I’m tryin’ not to lose my head, huh, huh, huh, huh

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under

My brother’s doin’ bad, stole my mother’s TV

Says she watches too much, it’s just not healthy

All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night

Can’t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight

The bill collectors, they ring my phone

And scare my wife when I’m not home

Got a bum education, double-digit inflation

I can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike at the station

Neon King Kong, standin’ on my back

Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac

A midrange migraine cancered membrane

Sometimes I think I’m going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane

Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge

I’m tryin’ not to lose my head

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under

My son said, “Daddy, I don’t want to go to school

‘Cause the teacher’s a jerk, he must think I’m a fool

And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be cheaper

If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper

I’d dance to the beat, shuffle my feet

Wear a shirt and tie, and run with the creeps”

‘Cause it’s all about the money, ain’t a damn thing funny

You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey

They pushed that girl in front of the train

Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again

Stabbed that man right in his heart

Gave him a transmit for a brand new start

I can’t walk through the park ‘cause it’s crazy after dark

Keep my hand on my gun ‘cause they got me on the run

I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw

Hittin’ ‘em and sayin’, “You want some more,” livin’ on a seesaw

Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge

I’m tryin’ not to lose my head, say what

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under

A child is born with no state of mind

Blind to the ways of mankind

God is smilin’ on you, but he’s frownin’ too

Because only God knows what you’ll go through

You’ll grow in the ghetto livin’ second rate

And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate

The places you play and where you stay

Looks like one great big alley way

You’ll admire all the number book takers

Thugs, pimps and pushers, and the big money makers

Drivin’ big cars, spendin’ 20s and 10s

And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh

Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers

Pick-pocket, peddlers, even pan handlers

You say, “I’m cool, huh, I’m no fool”

But then you wind up droppin’ outta high school

Now you’re unemployed, all non-void

Walkin’ ‘round like you’re Pretty Boy Floyd

Turned Stick-Up Kid, but look what you done did

Got sent up for a 8-year bid

Now you’re manhood is took, and you’re a Maytag

Spend the next two years as a undercover f@#

Bein’ used and abused to serve like hell

Till one day you was found hung dead in the cell

It’s was plain to see that your life was lost

You was cold and your body swung back and forth

But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song

Of how you lived so fast and died so young

So don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge

I’m tryin’ not to lose my head, huh, huh, huh, huh

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under, huh, uh, huh, huh, huh, huh

It’s like a jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder

How I keep from goin’ under

[dgmodel]

Originally posted by thehacker

"Freaks Come Out At Night"

Whodini

Chorus:

The freaks come out at night

The freaks come out at night

The freaks come out at night

(the freaks come out)

The freaks come out at night

Discos don't open till after dark

And it ain't till twelve till the party really starts

And I always had to be home by ten

Right before the fun was about to begin

Crowds of people lined up inside and out

Just one reason, to rock the house

But in the day time the streets was clear

You couldn't find a good freak anywhere, 'cause

Chorus (x2)

Now when freaks get dressed to go out at night

They like to wear leather jackets, chains and spikes

They wear rips and zippers all in their shirts

Real tight pants and fresh mini skirts

All kinds of colors runnin' through their hair

And you could just about find a freak anywhere

But then again, you could know someone all their life

But might not know they're a freak unless you see them at night, 'cause

Chorus (x2)

Now the party's jumpin', the place is packed

And when the crowd's like this, I'm ready to rap

But before I could bust a rhyme on the mic

Freaks are all over me like white on rice

Freaks come in all shapes, sizes and colors

But what I like about 'em most is that they're real good lovers

They do it in the park, they do it in the dark

But most freaks are known for breakin' hearts

You could never tell what a freak was thinkin' of

And you may never catch a freak without at least one glove

And they don't walk, when they step, they strut

And nine times out of ten they drive you nuts

But take my advice, you don't stand a chance

Freaks are so bad they got their own dance

So if you wanna live a nice quiet life

Do yourself a favor, don't come out at night, 'cause

Chorus (x2)

Hut one, hut two

Hut hut hut

Chorus

LMAO!! I use to love this song... THE FREAKS!!!

[thehacker]

"I Feel For You"

Chaka Khan & Melle Mel (written by Prince)

MELLE MEL:

Chaka, Chaka, Chaka, Chaka Khan

Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan

Chaka Khan, let me rock you

Let me rock you, Chaka Khan

Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do

Chaka Khan, let me rock you

Let me rock you, Chaka Khan

Let me rock you, let me feel for you

Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do

Do you feel for me, the way I feel for you

Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do

I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too

Let me take you in my arms

Let me fill you with my charms, Chaka

'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm

Chaka, I'll make you more than just a physical dream

I wanna rock you, Chaka

Baby, cause you make me wanna scream

Let me rock you, rock you

Baby, baby, when I look at you

I get a warm feeling inside

There's something about the things you do

That keeps me satisfied

I wouldn't lie to you, baby

It's mainly a physical thing

This feeling that i got for you, baby

Makes me wanna sing

CHORUS:

I feel for you

I think I love you

I feel for you

I think I love you

MELLE MEL:

Chaka Khan, let me rock you

Let me rock you, Chaka Khan

Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do

Chaka Khan, let me rock you

Let me rock you, Chaka Khan

Let me rock you, let me feel for you

Feel for you

Baby, baby, when I lay with you

There's no place I'd rather be

I can't believe, can't believe it's true

The things that you do to me

I wouldn't lie to you, baby

I'm physically attracted to you

This feeling that I got for you, baby

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

CHORUS

Yes sir, one more time

Say yeah

I feel for you (I think I love you)

I feel for you (I, I, I think I love you)

MELLE MEL:

Chaka Khan, let me rock you

Let me rock you, Chaka Khan

Let me rock you, that's all I wanna do

Chaka Khan, let me rock you

Let me rock you, Chaka Khan

Let me rock you, let me feel for you

Chaka Khan won't you tell me what you wanna do

Do you feel for me, the way I feel for you

Chaka Khan let me tell you what I wanna do

I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too

Let me take you in my arms

Let me fill you with my charms, Chaka

'Cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm

Chaka, I'll make you more than just a physical dream

I wanna rock you, Chaka

Baby, cause you make me wanna scream

Feel for you

I feel for you (Oooh, feel for you)

I feel it too (Oooh, feel for you)

I feel for you (Oooh, feel for you)

CHORUS

[quoth]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ...YO I SOOOOOO CAN'T THINK OF THE NAME OF THIS SONGGGGGGGG OR HOW IT GOES AND I NEED HELP...SO HACKER HELP ME THE HELL OUT CAUSE I KNOW U REMEMBER THIS OLDDDDDDDD SKOOL RAP SONG THAT WAS EVEN IN THE 1987 MOVIE, THE PRINCIPAL WITH JOHN BELUSHI.....IT GOES....."PUT IT ON THE LEFT YALL....PUT IT ON THE RIGHT YALLL...." AND THATS ALLLLLLLL I FRIGGIN REMEMBER ITS DRIVIN ME NUTS..BUT ONCE I GET THE NAME OF IT U KNOW THAT SHIT IS GETTIN DOWNLOADED WINMX.COM STYLE HAHAH -PEACE

[siceone]

Originally posted by quoth

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK ...YO I SOOOOOO CAN'T THINK OF THE NAME OF THIS SONGGGGGGGG OR HOW IT GOES AND I NEED HELP...SO HACKER HELP ME THE HELL OUT CAUSE I KNOW U REMEMBER THIS OLDDDDDDDD SKOOL RAP SONG THAT WAS EVEN IN THE 1987 MOVIE, THE PRINCIPAL WITH JOHN BELUSHI.....IT GOES....."PUT IT ON THE LEFT YALL....PUT IT ON THE RIGHT YALLL...." AND THATS ALLLLLLLL I FRIGGIN REMEMBER ITS DRIVIN ME NUTS..BUT ONCE I GET THE NAME OF IT U KNOW THAT SHIT IS GETTIN DOWNLOADED WINMX.COM STYLE HAHAH -PEACE

Set it of on the left yall

its called set it off but that track is the shit good call

-C

[thehacker]

Originally posted by siceone

Set it of on the left yall

its called set it off but that track is the shit good call

-C

i tried my damndest to locate lyrics for this one cuz shiiiit it's a nice track, yo.

the best i could come up with is the following historical bits of information:

http://www.electroempire.com/music/index.cgi?action=details&ID=377

it was written by steve standard and george logios in 1984 and released on Jus Born records.

[thehacker]

at least you get to HEAR it:

http://www.walrus.com/~suave/setitoff.ram

[thehacker]

y'all want this party started right?

y'all want this party started _quickly_, right?

SHIT that's classic.

who HASN'T copied that line in their chunes?

[quoth]

Guess i brought back a lotta memories..thanks Siceone for the song i.d. and good meetin u at VINYL sat night...i was the tall kid with the TECHNICS shirt on and we were talkin bout when Carl Cox spun at Twilo. Hacker man, u must bow down cause im the king of this post now since i brought up that song haha....truly old skool shit and classic. but im sure there is someone who can top that?

[siceone]

Originally posted by quoth

Guess i brought back a lotta memories..thanks Siceone for the song i.d. and good meetin u at VINYL sat night...i was the tall kid with the TECHNICS shirt on and we were talkin bout when Carl Cox spun at Twilo. Hacker man, u must bow down cause im the king of this post now since i brought up that song haha....truly old skool shit and classic. but im sure there is someone who can top that?

Quoth I remember you dont worry

heheh:D

-C

[thehacker]

yo, check it.

mp3's of the original and original/extended versions

of strafe's "set it off"

GRAB, listen and realize this shit has been sliced diced and copied by SO many rap and electro acts since then... and "then" is *1983*

(original)

http://krisgale.com/public/Strafe%20-%20Set%20It%20Off.mp3

(original/extended)

http://krisgale.com/public/Strafe%20-%20Set%20It%20Off%20(extended).mp3

[thehacker]

not really a rap tune but more of a funky house tune with kinna rap lyrics... anyone remember this... a song called "FUNK DAT."

came out right about the same time as the stuntman's track "i like to move it move it."

contains classic observations about city life such as "why is it, everytime i walk down the street, someone gotta stop right in front of me, just to give me a block... FUNK DAT" boomboomtishboomshuffletiss "why is it, everytime i turn on the radio, i hear the same five songs, fifteen times a day, for three months... maaaaaann... FUNK DAT.!!"

anyways, it's here:

http://krisgale.com/public/Sagat%20-%20Funk%20Dat.mp3

[xxallottaxx]

3rd bass baby....Lets not forgte the white boys!

Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel

i see the empty pocket needs a refill

i got a squad with a list of complainers

i should have started RAPE, Rappers agianst phoney entertainers

so we can make it known that we won't get swade

it's 91 son, so somthin's gotta change

gettin paid petal snearks and soda pop, pop pop goes the weasel

as drawls drop drop drop, 1 take them, non top pop head (?)

dig the music and make the senseless ryhmes fit

it's the fact that ya can't be artistic

intracat raps, comin so simplistic

gotta strong mind and it doesn't have to be spoon fed

and i can read it so 'cuz it has to be read

so some stay illiterate and feeble, leagally let ya

go the ways of the weasel, the weasel

Chorus

Pop Pop goes the weasel, the weasel -- three times \ repeat

Pop goes the weasel, 'cuz the weasel goes pop / chorus

Verse Two

Hip hop, got turned into hip hop

the second erect is number 1 on the pop charts

but don't get started on the guy that started

in the Getto, don't let no one forget about the hard part

now in 91 we got a new brand, and new band

lookin like the same old clan, same old theives

that skeez, so we got to make sure that real rap got to indure

watch all my points in the period

appearin in complex structure like a pyramid

the paper for the media presents

ya learn lesson from the face of false legend

stop vexin, on school, ya ain't originate

on thin ice will break and set ya straight

ate up on the plate, now who'd deisel, not the weasel

not the weasel, pop goes the weasel

Chorus

Verse Three

Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it

ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it

Yo, i come from Collie (sp?) and they hooped it, they hooped it

and now you're getting sued kinda stoopid

boosted track, smack, ya got no haps to reach the 4

corners of the map, to kids in Kansas

to kids to speak spanish, doin crazy damage

so the wack get's banished

ya can't manage the truth until the biway

ya ain't quic so ya cut off the exit to my highway

to rest but a crook, had to take a second look

ever heard of a cheif who can't cook?

but the minister prime can lay laws

hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go or yours

i goes for mine, i goes for mine,

i find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine

on line like the search, or the hoody with the woody

get a disc or tape at Sam goody

so ya run through the doors that are left open

left the scene on the crime smokin

i got plenty up like a scud see

blow up, like i'm blowin up a beef patty

see out, like the measel's no cure, 'cus pop goes the weasel

the weasel

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Sueyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[thehacker]

Originally posted by xxallottaxx

Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it

ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it

Yo, i come from Collie (sp?) and they hooped it, they hooped it

and now you're getting sued kinda stoopid

good tune good tune.

[those four lines COME CORRECT.]

[thehacker]

Professor Booty

(Beastie Boys/Caldato)

Yes, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump

And then you want to know

Why it's cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin'

I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate

I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait

'Cause I'm the master blaster

Drinking up the shasta

My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to

So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up

I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up

But now I want y'all to move it

Put your point on the floor and just prove it

And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all

A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right

'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in

I got this feelin' and it's back again

So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric

And if you touch me you'll get shocked!

You've got the boomin' system But it's blasting out doo-doo

You think it's chocolate milk But it's watered down yoo-hoo

I've been through many times In which I thought I might lose it

The only thing that saved me Has always been music

We've got our own studio the son of the G

It's no question life's been good to me

'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove

A good mix tape to put you in the right mood

This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant

Coming through with beats For which I've been searching

Like two sealed copies of expansions

I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions

The logo I sport is the face of the monkey

Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see

My chrome is shining just like an icicle

I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle

So many wack M.C.'s You get the T.V. bozack

Ain't even gonna call out your names 'Cause you're so wack

But one big oaf whose faker than plastic

A dictionary definition of the word spastic

You should have never started something That you couldn't finish

'Cause writin' rhymes to me Is like Popeye to spinach

I'm bad ass move your fat ass 'Cause you're wack son

Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson

Thought you could walk on me To get some ground to walk on

I'll put the rug out under your ass As I talk on

I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof

Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth

With your headphones strapped You're rockin' rewind pause

Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours

But like the pencil to the paper I got more to come

One after another you can all get some

So you getter take your time And meditate on your rhyme

'Cause your shit'll be stinking When I go for mine

And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all

You can't say shit Because you're biting what I write y'all

And that's wrong y'all over the long haul

You can't cut the mustard When you're fronting it all

[thehacker]

Originally posted by thehacker

So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric

And if you touch me you'll get shocked!

especially this line.