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[Del]
D-E-L he rips microphones D-E-L he can't leave it alone, can't leave it alone He can't leave it alone Ahh, D-E-L on the microphone, strike ya dome wit the hype poem Yeah, it's the type of shit ya like to get, get wit it Ah, such a beautiful beat I'm 'bout to destroy For all weak MC's ahh check it check it Back in your presence it's the pres Dispensing these rhymes like Pez Full color, high res I digest is high biased, alotta MC's ride my privates and I don't like it I'm the master in innovation, that ain't the ?reef? Well perhaps I'll bring it center stage then so you can peep My rap style fail safe that derail fakes They just a pale-make of my own chromosomes I'm a critically-acclaimed maniac that attack tracks On wax or drum machines, for your underlings Plus I leave performers wit an ornery, ?quarterly's? That'll turn your crew into disorderly's Assorted freestyles I drop at my disposal Make you move your mojo and bounce like a pogos In the club, they grub on tortitos from Toyo's A pitta and soda, and everything that's owed us Everybody's doughnuts rushin for cash Bustin ya ass, some losin just as fast I crash computers wit my viruses, fry your disk drive Wit wise words, suckas get on my nerves I'ma make you go "Hmmm", wet you like H2O My flow refreshes, need lessons Well we open for business if you dig this To all the bigwigs and labels sellin you fables Hey you, you ain't cuttin nothin, touchin my production Wit that pre-school rap, I say fuck them [Chorus] Hypnotizing, magnificent mind set Whenever I'm next, the shit you haven't tried yet Live shit, magnetizing, peep what I'm advertising My alliance got your third eye cryin D-E-L he rips microphones, D-E-L he can't leave it alone Can't leave it alone, he can't leave it alone Del, advancing dancing over beats Romancing microphones wit my glorious speech No shorts like BVD, I'm next like DVD I hit the metropolitan wit music I be modeling Showin off, goin off, wiggin Biggin up the town where I come up from, my humble beginnings The neo-narrator, creative care-taker I'm from the Five Flavors like Solar Flares on paper Don't go fold things, let's go smoke things Let dank or chocolate tai so we can all get high I touch any beat wit heat I pack Nigga, I frequent that In my never-ending quest see you scratch Speakin facts, we can rap Fuck scrappin and tappin, jaws I'm crackin Doors, open for brothers comin after me Fuck apathy, I ain't got time to blame the world for my problems I'm a grown fuckin man and I understand Plus knowledge being gathered, each day make me Speak this way, so get it The way that I spit it, critics couldn't never call me half-witted I'm the Riddick Bowe flowa for those in the know My logo represents thought-processing To keep em all guessin, wit these lyrical blessings Class is in session, class is in session Chorus "You can achieve the hypnotic state By saying those things in your mind To yourself that is said to you on the recording And then give yourself thirty suggestions That will change your attitude towards crude" [Del] Most MC's have much to do wit nothing I attack bigger issues, something to take with you Time is just a measurement of life So why waste time on the false, waste time on the mic Waste time on the high personas, we're on the Television tryin to get Del to listen To that garbage and gobbledy-good So I read a book, I prefer Manga wit Mega My repectable rhyme styles and textures Yes you're gettin extra Flex your little style, I fluctuate Too much to take in one sitting And I stun citizens Describing shit that we livin in That don't make a better sense I stick up kids who pick up bids And murderers deserving the same thing, I'm sick of this But meticulous wit metaphoric miracles of mind power Praying mantis techniques that wreck beats And pesky, prototypes that shouldn't made it off the assembly line Much less to their distributors they're miniature Mind states is immature and primative Talkin 'bout all the crack they cookin up, in the crib But you don't shock me, I see these things Don't participate wit the heartless, I'm an artist Who's bound to be out the roach-infested apartments Chorus 2x *replace "Hypnotizing" w/ "Magnetizing"* Don't cry, dry ya eyes 4x |
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[Chris Elliot - "Get a Life"]
Look at this face, what do you see? Look at it Dad, what do you see? What do you see? Say it, say it! Uhh ayuahh it's a face! Yeah but what kind of face? Uhh, pale.. pasty.. psychotic No Dad! It's a neatly chiseled, well groomed, drop dead handsome face! {*violin music starts*} Sparkles - professional male model.. Sparkles - professional male model.. You must be another Handsome Boy graduate Oh my God they're gorgeous! You must be another Handsome Boy graduate Oh my God they're gorgeous! You must be another Handsome Boy graduate You must You must You must be another Handsome Boy graduate You you You must You must be another Handsome Boy graduate You must You must You must be another Handsome Boy graduate [Chris Elliot] I'm gonna become, a male model I'm like a rough diamond that just needs a little polishing, that's all And that's exactly what Handsome Boy Modeling School's gonna do for me Oh my God they're gorgeous! You must be another Handsome Boy graduate .. You must be another Handsome Boy graduate .. 3: Handsome Boy Modeling School wants handsome fellas to train to become successful male models. Bring your beautiful face, and a check for $60 Oh my God they're gorgeous! You must be another Handsome Boy graduate Oh my God they're gorgeous! You must be another Handsome Boy graduate Oh my God they're gorgeous! |
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Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Grand Puba, Dattie X, dig it Get up out my way, it's Grand Pub's turn to shine Heard emcees ride the pine and get paid, no, nevermind One time as I sew it up like Dr. Frankenstein Chickens ride the pony 'cause the rhyme flow genuine As I do it like that Do it like this Shorty, watch your step or you might get rocked like Chris Are you feeling this? You dig the way it's going down? Now we back in town watch all the chickens crowd around Niggas try to duplicate my flow but it's difficult Like a game of Yahtzee Chickens stress me out like paparazzi As I flip a flow you desire Dattie blaze those trees and let's start this forest fire My rhymes carry like the weight on Barry Stack cheddar like Combs and buy homes like Larry I be smoother than Tal, Sharpton like Al When you ballin' everybody wanna be your pal No dilly dally, bagging up the shorter alley Bouncing in German cars, still playing shot ball Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you For sure, dog, 'cause this is how we do Just an old fashioned love song playing on the radio Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you Ahh shit, I see I'm in the mix Watch the green van 'cause inside's the dicks The prayer beads bleeds from the crucifix Went tight coming out when I be down in six Or when the sun go down, or when it's brown in the BX Cats on the concourse still call me DX Bums on the street often ask me for change What's change, when I'm trying save up for the range? I want the whole world and my old girl back Change that, I want half the world and fuck my old girl You can play the hell out, like those that came before ya Your style is butt, similar to a coconut You pimp strut But what you fools is really doing Is leaving your empire in ruins I'm the problem solver I got the brand new revolver But I got a new album too I want to be here for that money and the rest of my crew Ya'll know it's true, a nigga like me is due Just an old fashion love song playing on the radio Brand Nubian cats here to flip one for you Now you know I gots to come back strong See I been doing this too goddamn long For me to ever try to come back wrong Check my pockets and my empty light just came on Don't wanna do wrong so I think I'm best to make this song Undeniably satisfiably master microphone mutilator None greater, ain't no Automator Grand Puba and Dattie, riding shotty in the Maserati As we come and blaze you with this body Corner poets get smacked and hit, savagely bit I go get and then you out of it, permission to quit I mean right, I keep the green light specials half price A slice, you blink twice, I done picked up the dice I'm that nice, Dattie X the party starter Number one heart-ripper-aparter More vice and gambling than Las Vegas, Nevada I try harder everyday, it's all work and no play Just an old fashioned love song playing on the radio Brand Nubian cats here to flip one for you |
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[Roisin Murphy]
Go ... Go to the mountain if you must Go to the burning bush Happy would ease your troubled mind How do the fade just stay behind? I know you better than you think I do Don't worry babe.. this is why i fell in love with you The man in the looking glass Is looking back at you at last You can't hide from the truth Because the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth Because the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth Because the truth is all there is You can't hide If happy times are too few and far between It's a pity dear, we can't erase the things we've seen So disappear, vanish if you wish Just go before you're swallowed up by bitterness And the truth is you can't hide from the truth And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is I realized some time ago that I would have to let you go May not be true to see that you would return one day But in your present state you may as well not be here at all You wear a thin disguise, it's from yourself you hide Just take a look at us, we are heading for a fall [J-Live] Now presiding in this quarter: hip-hop Justice, my rap fort?br Judge, jury, bailing for prosecuting D.A. Et ceteras, paraphas My modus operende It's carpe diem whether the fact or word is your way Comprende? The people versus, you ain't no Sensi Teaching that style of word-play We got the words they Regardless of what your friends say They're all disable Striken from the record and deemed indimissable And this long arm of the law grabs a mighter Shoot dope lines first and ask questions later The death sentence of this live litagator Close the case tighter than the jaws of a 'gator Stenonographer, that study law again, the jargon Let your counselors 'a barking, in hopes of a plea bargain But when you read back verbatim What they're saying to pursuade them They realize exactly how i've played them I come with the truth, whole truth and nothing but 'Cause the truth hurts just as much as fuckin' with lies will I brew skill with free fills from now until Plagerizing MC's get their flows distilled [Roisin Murphy] Baby I don't die without you by my side As long as you return into these arms that burn Baby I won't die just take a look inside Into these eyes that burn, come to these arms that yearn I won't die, if you leave me high I won't die if you're not by my side And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth Because the truth is all there is You can't hide from the truth.. |
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Holy calamity
Scream insanity All you're ever gonna be's another big fan of me. |
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1: Yo, di'I- did I tell you about this new project my
Man Automator's doin'? It's called Handsome Boy Modelling School? Biz: What the fuck is that? 1: Yo, I didn't tell you about that? Biz: No. 1: Yo, yo, it's ill. It's ill. So what you gonna Contribute to it, Biz Markie? Biz: What you want me to do? 1: I want you to um... I want you to sing like um... Like, like, like um... like the Bee Gees. Biz: Oh yeah, like that? 1: I want you to sing like [mac] diva? Biz: [singing in a high pitch] 1: Yo, you'll do that? Biz: I can do that. 1: You gonna flip that? Biz: Flipped it |
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It may take a long time but my house will last forever
And it will have been worth it What are you going to build your house with? Yo I'm stayin' where we gettin' crazy love My noisy neighbors live just above me Up in 13-A, there's drama everyday The Super say he gon' fix the heat for sure Tchk, I done heard it five times before three locks on every door 'Cause some folks got the tendency to take It ain't Beverly Hills, more like Stephanie Mills I never knew love like this could ever exist Four corners in your metropolis yo it's the PJays pah We exquisite like cars made in foreign see ain't a day out here Ever boring where gunshots keep you up instead of heavy snoring Pipes dripping, instead of rivers pouring The elevator's broken down (Damn!) And man I'm needin' a lift Thank God we don't stay up on the twenty-fifth floor Yo we ain't always at war it's a lot about the Projects I do adore But you wouldn't understand it the PJays is like another planet Heavy like granite you wouldn't understand it The cops will catch you drawers down red-handed, it's outlandish But you wouldn't understand it the PJays is like another planet You wouldn't understand it the cops will catch you drawers down Red-handed, it's outlandish yo it's the PJays ('Cause where I come from where we live is called the Projects) The PJays ('Cause where I come from you might, might, might, might get done) The PJays ('Cause where I come from where we live is called the Projects) The PJays ('Cause where I come from what was that you said?) Come to our projects bout fo' in the morning So I can tell you what be goin' on there One block gunshots some hot stuff Sell it to you for a buck, boy that ain't enough (C'mon) Handcuffs on your brother man my wife's wonderin' When you gonna fix that tenant's plumbing man? I'm tired this ghetto's cool but it's on fire I see this fool with a crack pipe, lookin' wired Hookers for hire, look at the plywood (What, look) On the building where termites is living (EW) My wife sleeps peacefully, it ain't easy to me 'Cause I'm tripping off these peoples with they thievery Black white Chicano, hell if I know Every guy know about the stolen cell phone I got the hook up police got me shook up in court, can't even fart It's okay though, I got the building, that pay dough But some tenants act like they can say no (Hey) I'm gettin' older in my years feel me? I got a folder worth of fears (Yup) But it's cool, we gotta make it better don't take my sweater (Make it better, c'mon) Y'all make my head hurt I ain't even gonna finish this song It's too long I'ma watch Cops, in my La-Z-Boy, in my thong But you wouldn't understand it the PJays is like another planet Heavy like granite you wouldn't understand it The cops will catch you drawers down red-handed, it's outlandish But you wouldn't understand it the PJays is like another planet You wouldn't understand it the cops will catch you drawers down Red-handed, it's outlandish yo it's the PJays ('Cause where I come from where we live is called the Projects) The PJays ('Cause where I come from you might, might, might, might get done) The PJays ('Cause where I come from where we live is called the Projects) The PJays ('Cause where I come from what was that you said?) |
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"Everybody used to think of him as..
well more like a bum, sort of, a musical bum.. than anything else" [singing] Your love, is my sanity Your love, brings me sunshine I like what you do to me I like what you give to me I wander through this world Needing you so much I wander through this world Dreaming of your touch [both] If I could see you again.. If I could just see you again.. Forget about your sorrows Forget about your heartache Life is nothing but a shadow ("Ooooh-weeee man!"} Forget about your worries Forget about the bad times Life is nothing but a shadow.. ("Ooooh-weeee man!"} ..without your sunshine [Father Guido Sarducci] Everybody's been wondering where you been and, now that we know what happened We're all wondering where you are And even though we feel bad we won't be seein you around anymore We want you to know we feel better, we won't have to worry anymore [singing] There's a new star, in the night sky Could it be you, making me so high Shine on, shine on, shine on, shine on Shine on and on and on and on and on.. [both] If I could see you again.. If I could just see you again.. Forget about your sorrows Forget about your heartache Life is nothing but a shadow ("Ooooh-weeee man!"} Forget about your worries Forget about the bad times Life is nothing but a shadow.. ("Ooooh-weeee man!"} ..without your sunshine [Father Guido Sarducci] We know your only worry now is, you worrying about us worrying about you And even though we stopped worrying, it doesn't we're not still sad And we're happy to let you know that, we always will be [Sean Lennon] I used to think time, was on my side I used to think the world, could be so kind That was another day.. That was another time.. [both] If I could see you again.. If I could just see you again.. Forget about your sorrows Forget about your heartache Life is nothing but a shadow ("Ooooh-weeee man!"} Forget about your worries Forget about the bad times Life is nothing but a shadow.. ("Ooooh-weeee man!"} ..without your sunshine |
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[Chris Elliot - "Get a Life"]
I'm not modeling anymore for the two of you! Well I guess I just had my first taste of the filthy side of this business Modeling just sucks Modeling just sucks Modeling just sucks Modeling just sucks Modeling just sucks Modeling just sucks Modeling just sucks Modeling just sucks I am a male model, not a male prostitute! Modeling just sucks -- they made me take off my top! I am a male model, not a male prostitute! Modeling just sucks -- they made me take off my top! I am a male model, not a male prostitute! Modeling just sucks -- they made me take off my top! I am a male model, not a male prostitute! Modeling just sucks -- they made me take off my top! I'm not modeling anymore for the two of you! Well I guess I just had my first taste of the filthy side of this business |
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[Insert]
"I'm not guilty ahahaha Does that include the time I stole a Comic Book when I was 5 years old? Aha! I'm not guilty of the charges that Have been filed against me" [end insert] [Sensational] {hits joint}Ah! Yea! {hits joint} Sensational {hits joint} rocking the orthodox hip hop This is how I do when I strictly rock the spot hahahahaha Yea this chuckle blitz, ya I party properly, here it goes... Holdupholdupholdupholdupholdup Here we- {laughs} Yo, you can take that back? Yo Yo {record spins} I party properly who be clockin' me I tell em the time be freaky freaky I script this apocryphal sensational Avenue pimp and hustla My lectures the vehicle I'm skipping off the scene Woofers get up off the side of my Mentality running to the beat like gin Piss poor getting me slobbed by ladies on the job Freaky in erred After hours your bad can kiss myself like I'm James Brown Hip Hop soul-full Like my tank not full of sugar-bo-bank When I'm on the microphone I always do my thang We rode the mainstream Chuckle blitzed is how it be When I Be on the scene Hitting you for balls that be open Beautiful jump up location As I don't stash I'm like my nephew Travis "Da Menace" Fat ladies' pick and looking for credit Fuckin' with my production intelligence don't know ma's queef from fast or Slow No friction chillity I always blow with the most Definitely feeling it To me A whack emcee could never be I be with herb kicking the verb That you hear and heard Cool out on the couch While I flick an ounce and Enter foot in your mouth Akinyele style with the Brooklyn profile You know I'm flippin' bucks and looking up Pimpin' routine Time flight blind your sight In your ear Making you say OH YEA (OH YEA) Yea it's all about me I thought you knew that Throw rocks and pull the global With the hip-hop And it just don't stop LIKE A 12 AM CONTINUATION Warm sound that could never be erased Expand I'm a motherfuckin' one man band No debate In what I got To do with this pace Is expensive taste {taste echo} {DJ scratching throughout} "Set this bitch on fire" [Sensational ] Like this like this And like that Note...with the... overweight..fat Yea Cut [Insert] "One thing is sure- I'll never play with matches again" [End insert] |
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Handsome boy modeling school is the best sixty dollars you ever spend
If it wasnt for Prince paul and Automator I would not be the model I am today And I would not have the confidence to go to the Handsome boy modeling school Move yourself up in the world go to Handsome boy modeling school Sixty dollars you wont be sorry for long Handsome boy modeling school is the best sixty dollars I ever spent If you got sixty dollars left in your pocket go to Handsome boy modeling school. You won't be sorry for long Prince paul and Automator made me the model I am today. Wasn't for Prince paul and Automator i would be modeling in albania or some balkan country.... Still Haha ok If it wasn't for Prince paul and Automator I would not be the model I am today.... and hopefully tomorrow Hefe Handsome boy modeling school gave me the confidence to be a model, if it wasn't for them, I would still have sixty dollars Prince paul and automator made me the best model on the runway in all the balkan countries put together |
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