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

[thehacker]

this thread began a long time ago in a land far away

and is now off in archive-land...

here's a link to tha old thread, yo:

http://bbs.clubplanet.com/showthread.php?threadid=60459

and here's a fresh post fo' dat azz:

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New York, New York, 1983

Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five

Ah New York New York big city of dreams

And everything in New York ain't always what it seems

You might get fooled if you come from out of town

But I'm down by law and I know my way around, too much

Ah too many people, too much -- a ha hah

Too much, too many people, too much, rrrrrrrah!

A castle in the sky, one mile high

Built to shelter the rich and greedy

Rows of eyes, disguised as windows

Lookin DOWN on the poor and the needy

Miles of people, marchin up the avenue

Doin what they gotta do, just to get by

I'm livin in the land of plenty and many

But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why

Too much, ah too many people, too much

Too much, too many people, too much!

A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump

People gather round, said, "He won't he's just a chump"

Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed

His mortgage is due and his marriage is through

He says he ain't gonna pay no child support

Because the bitch left him without a second thought

He got nothin to eat, no shoes on his feet

She even left his clothes, out in the street

He keeps hearin noises when he's at home

He always hears voices when he's all alone

His wife took the kids, the car and the crib

In this man's world, so much for women's lib

New York New York big city of dreams

But everything in New York ain't always what it seems

You might get fooled if you come from out of town

But I'm down by law, and I know my way around

Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly

but you can't tell the women from the men sometimes

They're sugar and spice and everything nice

But when you get em home ain't no tellin what you find

Right next door is a little old man

I seen him eatin dog food out of a can

He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat

I barely can stand, on my own two feet"

I got a bad habit and I just can't break it

Somethin's on my mind and I just can't shake it

I need some time, and I want some space

I gotta get away from the human race

Too much, ah too many people, too much... a-ha hah

Too much, ah too many people, too much! Rrrrrrrah!

Stand at a skyscraper reachin into heaven

When over in the ghetto I'm livin in hell

Just play ball or be an entertainer

cause niggaz like me can't read too well

Nobody loves me, nobody cares

I dreamed about a life but I'm livin in a nightmare

Paranoid schitzo, set back, snowbound

Bad news psycho, heart attack, breakdown!

Hee, huh (16X) HUH!

If only I could sleep just ten more minutes

I might find the strength to make another day

If I didn't have to get up, and do my thing

I would probably sleep my whole life away

I messed up a nice dream, somethin bout ice cream

Whipped cream fruits and a cherry on top

Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh

The pressure is on it ain't never gonna stop

I sho' gotta learn to use my mind

I don't wanna be kissin nobody's behind

Just standin on line lookin like a jerk

Gotta get off my butt and do a full day's work

I ran into a pothole, got into a car crash

Shoulda been thinkin and tried to fake whiplash

A crowd gathered round, they're callin me fat

Who you lookin at wit a face like that?

New York New York big city of dreams

Everything in New York ain't always what it seems

You might get fooled if you come from out of town

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

On 42nd Street, lookin for some action

Women standin on the corner sellin satisfaction

One young punk just leanin on the fence

Tryin to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster

Real big wheel when a gun is in his hands

Just did a stick-up, just got picked up

One dead punk, killed by the man

New York New York big city of dreams

And everything in New York ain't always what it seem

You might get fooled if you come from out of town

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Too much, too many people, too much... ah ha hah hah

Too much, too many people, too much! HUAHH!

A baby cries and a mother dies

And the tears fall from the doctor's eyes because

in this room, on this day

The Good Lord has giveth, and taketh away, huh

The gift of life really means a lot

And in the ghetto your life is all you got

So you take to the streets, tryin to exist

in the trash and slime of a world like this

What you watch, on TV

a tells you what life is supposed to be

But when you look outside the only thing you see

Is the poverty stricken, reality, heh

Abandoned places, angry faces

Much hate and hunger through-out the races

You say, "I'm grown and I'm on my own

So why don't everybody just leave me alone!"

Now you stay at home, talkin on the phone

Doin ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone

They never took the time to tell you bout sex

So you had to learn about it in the discotheques

Nine months later, the baby is there

and the nigga that did it said, "I don't care!"

You don't have enough money to help feed two

So you have to choose between the baby and you

The sky was cryin, rain and hail

When you put yo' baby in the garbage pail

Then you kissed the kid and put down the lid

And you tried to forget what you just did, huh

The muffled screams of a dyin baby

was enough to drive the young mother crazy

so she ran in the rain tryin to ease the pain

Huh huh, and she drove herself insane

New York New York big city of dreams

But everything in New York ain't always what it seem

You might get fooled if you come from out of town

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Ah too much, too many people, too much... ah ha hah hah

Too much, too many people, too much! HUHHH!

New York New York big city of dreams

But everything in New York ain't always what it seems

You might get fooled if you come from out of town

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Too much, too many people, too much... ha hah hah hah

Too much, too many people, too much

[jght7]

Artist: Eric B and Rakim

Album: Paid In Full

Song: I Ain't No Joke

I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke

Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke

When i'm gone no one gets on 'cause I won't let

Nobody press up and mess up the scene I set

I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn

But think about it then you'll understand

I'm just an addict addicted to music

Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it

Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm

I hook a beat up convert it into hip-hop form

Write a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in

Deep concentration cuz I'm no comedian

Jokers are wild if you wanna be tame

I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named

Another enemy, not even a friend of me

Cuz you'll get fried in the end when you pretend to be

competing cuz I just put your mind on pause

And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yours

I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned

Remember me, the one you got your idea from

But soon you start to suffer

but it only gets rougher

When you start to stutter

that's when you had enuff of

Biting it, It'll make you choke, you can't provoke

You can't cope, you should of broke cuz I ain't no joke

I got a question, it's serious as cancer

Who can keep the average dancer

Hyper as a heart attack, nobody smiling

Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm styling

This is what we all sit down to write

You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite

Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits

Get the style down pack then it's time to ?swit?

Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours

Then you figure you're ready for the neighborhood chores

An E-M-C-E-E don't even try to be

When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me

You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate

Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me

So when you see me come up, freeze

Or you'll be one of those 7 MC's

They think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew that

They who think wrong are they who can't do that

Style that I'm doing, they might ruin

Patterns of paragraphs based on you and

Your offbeat DJ, if anything he play

Sound familiar, I'll wait til E say

Play 'em, so I'ma have to dis and broke

You could get a smack for this, I ain't no joke

I hold the microphone like a grudge

B. will hold the record so the needle don't budge

I hold a conversation cuz what I invent

I nominated my DJ the presdent

When I'm ??see??, I'll keep a freestyle, going steadily

So pucker up and whistle my melody

But whatever you do, don't miss one

They'll be another rough rhyme after this one

Before you know it, you're following and fiending

Waiting for the punchline to get the meaning

Like before the middle of my story I'm telling

Nobody beats the R so stop yelling

Save it, put it in your pocket for later

Cuz I'm moving the crowd and B. a record fader

No interruptions 'til the mic is broke

When I'm gone, then you can joke

Cuz everything is real on a serious tip

Keep playing and I get furious quick

And take you for a walk through hell

Freeze your dome then watch your eyeballs swell

Guide you out of triple stage darkness

When it get dark again then I'ma spark this

Microphone cuz the heat is on, you see smoke

And I'm finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke

[jght7]

Artist: Boggie Down Productions

Album: By All Means Necessary

Song: My Philosophy

Voice #1: So, you're a philosopher?

Voice #2: Yes, I think very deeply.

[repeated and scratched]

KRS-One: In about 4 seconds a teacher will begin to speak..

[Verse One]

Let us begin, what, where, why, or when

will all be explained like instructions to a game

See I'm not insane, in fact, I'm kind of rational

when I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"

This one or that one, the white one or the black one

pick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack one

KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew

right up to your face and dis you

Everyone saw me on the last album cover

Holding a pistol something far from a lover

Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T

I just laugh, cause no one can defeat me

This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"

Number one, was "Poetry" you know it's me

This is my philosophy, many artists got to learn

I'm not flammable, I don't burn

so please stop burnin, and learn to earn respect

'cause that's just what KR collects

see, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk

you walk down the street and get jumped

You got to have style, and learn to be original

and everybody's gonna wanna diss you

like me, we stood up for the South Bronx

and every sucka mc had a response

You think we care? I know that they are on the tip

my posse from the Bronx is thick

and we're real live, we roll correctly

a lot of suckas would like to forget me

but they can't, cause like a champ

I have got a record of knocking out the frauds in a second

on the mic, I believe that you should get loose

I haven't come to tell you I got juice

I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level

I'll be back, but for now just seckle!

[Verse Two]

I'll play the nine and you play the target

you all know my name so I guess I'll just start it

or should I say, "Start this," I am an artist

of new concepts at their hardest

cause, yo, I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar

It ain't about money cause we all make dollars

That's why I walk with my head up

when I hear wack rhymes I get fed up

Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games

a lot of suckas with colorful names

I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that

huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack

I'm not white or red or black

I'm brown.. from the Boogie Down

Productions, of course our music be thumpin'

others say they're bad, but they're buggin

let me show you somethin' now about hip hop

about D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock

I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker

mainly what I write is for the average New Yorker

some mc's be talkin' and talkin'

tryin' to show how black people are walkin

but I don't walk this way to portray

or reinforce stereotypes of today

like all my brothas eat chicken and watermelon

talk broken english and drug sellin'

See I'm tellin, and teaching real facts

The way some act in rap is kind of wack

and it lacks creativity and intelligence

but they don't care cause the company is sellin' it

It's my philosophy, on the industry

Don't bother dissin me, or even wish that we'd

soften, dilute, or commercialized all the lyrics

Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it

And hear it first-hand from the intelligent brown man

A vegetarian, no goat or ham

or chicken or turkey or hamburger

'cause to me that's suicide self-murder

let us get back to what we call hip hop

and what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock...

[Verse Three]

How many mc's must get dissed

before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"

this is just one style, out of many

Like a piggy bank, this is one penny

My brother's name is Kenny - that's, Kenny Parker

My other brother I.C.U. is much darker

Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers

the lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker

Who gets weaker? The king or the teacher

It's not about a salary it's all about reality

Teachers teach and do the world good

kings just rule and most are never understood

If you were to rule or govern a certain industry

All inside this room right now would be in misery

No one would get along nor sing a song

'cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!

So yo, what's up, it's me again

Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again

many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend

With "Criminal Minded", an album which is only ten

Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records

no more than four minutes and some seconds

the competition checks and checks and keeps checkin'

they buy the album, take it home, and start sweatin'

why? well it's simple, to them it's kind of vital

to take KRS-One's title

to them I'm like an idol, some type of entity

in everybody's rhyme they wanna mention me?

or rather mention us, me and Scott La Rock

but they can get bust get robbed, get dropped

I don't play around nor do I f*** around

and you can tell by the bodies that are left around

when some clown jumps up to get beat down

broken down to his very last compound

see how it sounds? a little unrational

a lot of mc's like to use the word DRAMATICAL!

Fresh for '88, you suckas...

[ronalds]

Artist: Slick Rick

Album: The Adventures of Slick Rick

Song: Children's Story

Here we go,

Once upon a time not long ago,

when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,

When laws were stern and justice stood,

and people were behavin' like they ought ta good,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled,

by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:

"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash,

robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",

They did the job, money came with ease,

but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,

He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,

tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,

The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,

he said "Keep still, boy, no need for static",

Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,

but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped,

The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me ?",

the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,

The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,

"I'll do years if I pull this trigga",

So he cold dashed and ran around the block,

cop radioes it to another lady cop,

He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,

a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,

Looked around good and from expectations,

so he decided he'd head for the subway stations,

But she was coming and he made a left,

he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath,

Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,

then he made his move to an abandoned building,

Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,

opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,

Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,

who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,

He said "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"

the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,

He went outside but there was cops all over,

then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?),

Raced up the block doing 83,

crashed into a tree near university,

Escaped alive though the car was battered,

rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,

Ran out of bullets and still had static,

grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic,

Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,

he told the cops "Back off or honey here's dead",

Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,

so he let the lady go and he starts to run on,

Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,

before long the lil' boy got surrounded,

He dropped the gun, so went the glory,

and this is the way I must end this story,

He was only seventeen, in a madman's dream,

the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,

This ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,

just another case 'bout the wrong path,

Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast(?).

Good Night.

[thehacker]

boomshaka!

THE THREAD LIVES ON!!!

[remy5150]

Artist: Gangstarr (feat. Nice & Smooth)

Album: Hard To Earn

Song: DWYCK

Intro: Greg Nice

Ah yeah, here's another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and

only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey,

HEY, HEY!!!!

Ganstarr has got to be da sure shot

Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot

(Repeat 2X)

[Greg Nice]

Greg Nice!!! Greg N-I-C-E

Droppin dem basso, ah oui oui

Rock for a fee, not for free

Maybe I'll do it for charity

Now my employer or my employee

Is makin Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D

Don't ever ever think of jerkin me

I work to hard for my royalty

Put lead in ya ass and drink a cup of tea

Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri

Ooohh la la ah oui oui, I say Muhammad Ali, ya say Cassius Clay

I say butter you say Parkay

It's alright if ya wanna make a sway

I'm a way up town, took duece to the tre

I originate, they duplicate

I praise the lord and keep the faith

It's alright keep bitin at da bait

'92, uh!!, one year later

Peace out Premier take me out wit da fader

[Premier scratches and hooks]

[Guru]

I chant eenie meenie, minie moe

I wreck da mic like a pimp pimps hoes

Here's how it goes I am a genius I mean this

I shake this you'll take this

I'm kinda fiendish

You wish that you could come into my neighborhood

Meaning my mental state

Still I'm 5 foot 8

Crazy as I wanna be

Cause I make it orderly

You could say I'm sorta da boss so get lost

The brotha dat will make you change opinions

Dominions I'm in them when it's time to kick shit from

The heart, plus I get a piece of the action

I'm feelin satisfaction from the street crowd reaction

Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid, too late

When they dip in the kick they get sprayed

Lemonade was a popular drink and in still is

I get more props den stunts den Bruce Willis

A poet like Langston Hughes and can't lose when I cruise

Out on the expressway

Leavin the Bodega I say "suave"

Premier's got more beats den barns got hay

Clips are inserted into my gun

So I can take the money, neva have ta run

[Premier scratches and hooks]

[smooth B]

I left my Phillie at home

Do you have another?

I wanna get blunted my brother

Now may I make a mark

Then make a spark over this phat track

Or should I say dope beat

Subtract, delete

All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract

But they lack the new knack that's comin from way way back

Hey yo Premier, please pass that buddha sack

You hear we quit?

No way, bullshit

I told ya before we come back wit more hits

I provide bright flava, so you could sketch me

Do me a favor, dont try and catch me

Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame

Ask him, he'll tell you the same he knows my name

Smooth, I drop jewels like, paraphenalia

I'm infallable, not into failure

Like a rhinocerus, my speed is prosperous

And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus

I write here tonite to bring truth to the light

My dialogue is my own cause Smooth B will neva bite