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Here a track I found underneath
Findin' beats is a treat An' I don't care if it top pop Abracadabra can't keep a tab a This stickin' around like D an' it stuck Chuck Into a mode, unloadin' pop, pop, pop Go the weasels that dropped from the hip hop Kissin' the good bye Goin' goin' gone Keep it flowin' on Like a lemon I ain't livin' Like a lime here's a line To those here's a rose keep the casket closed Gone and in check The next is from the X Wrecked and affected by the rest huh How I'm gonna go I gotta flow 'Cause they figure I'm a gonna... Tie goes to the runner Politikin' I be wreckin' I reckon he's the electrician Pullin' the switches on brothers Who be in disposition I never got along wit' the long Arm of the law I saw where they place the hardcore To them it doesn't matter Where it splatter Our blood from the bullet Not ballot I vote for Jim Brown I know it don't rhyme Does it matter that he In fact he won't find Excuses inside of Murphy Brown I'm on a level livin' low Here we go I know If this was Africa I'd try to give a necktie To those runnin' & lyin' disguisin' Three guys (surprise) Tie goes to the runner Not surprised at all About the riot zone And I moan I wish they leave me alone yo This was predicted not self-inflicted By the rapp outta the 'hood They picked it good Hittin' heavy critical aim at all the phony names Prez rembezzlers Who gettin' voted mayor Lookin' at 'em wit' an Evil eye (why lie) I don't buy the fly look As the fall guy I'm livin' low across the tracks Politikin' who stickin' had better Watch their backs In another long hot summer Tie goes to the runner An' I quote I freak da notes I double the dose All she wrote Devour got the power of a double man Get excited just don't bite it or you're in trouble man Got a rhythm to ride A thought provoke 'Cause I don't joke Here's a brother wit' an attitude Don't get me rude Chew it up wass up it's like food |
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| 2. |
| 4:02 | 
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| 4:53 |
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The monkey ain't no joke
So you want to mess with the coke Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy The monkey ain't no joke You better leave 'em alone He's home grown, he's the cyclone He's the moan groan, Capone, the clone The broken bone, tone You've got to get off my back We got the real Flavor Flav Gettin' down with the sound And he's tellin' you to get off his back He's on your back gives you no slack Don't give me no flack, because I know Toe to toe, go to go He's on my back Get off my back Aslam a lakem And that's the way we take 'em And if we got to frisk you down Then that's the way we shake 'em |
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| 4. |
| 4:45 |
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Ridenhour - Gary G-Wiz - H. Shocklee
I gotta do what I gotta do (uh) So who the hell is you To tell me how my song is wrong You don't know Layout & let the drummer go You think my rap's about stealin' But it's about feelin' Sometimes drug dealin' But few know how my flow Don't get the proper review I gotta do what I gotta do Do whatcha gotta do first Ooh Here go da I gotta do what I do best (uh) Kick da Nitti & Ness The danger zone They better leave me alone I got posse Lus the feds had better watch me I picked a bone wit' Arizona Droppin' kickin' a mission Wit' no permission I let 'em know why I did what I did I got dialogue Got 'em to even sing along & got the semiautomatic Tongue to da young When there's static They come & try to get some They had the nerve to call the president An' I wasn't hesitant To scream I was a resident So-called power of the people Lookin' for the truth Like guessin' my vest was never bulletproof I'm edgin' close to the line & it's fine time to know Why the hell & da f--- I try to battle so Much to touch never feedin' A crutch to lean on me Excuses is weak That's why my look is mean To the devils 'bout God Another reason why it's comin' hard My intellect doin' wreckin' effect 'Till it's through Gotta do what I gotta do I Gotta do what dey don't like 'Cause I got a mike The more I push & the more you learn & dey burn, you get another turn To take the helm recreate The realm of leaders Not to say you never need us But in da mirror You can do it, it's so easy to start Yeah baby you can see it on A flow chart And just in case They ever get me in da middle Of things before I go You know I'm gonna take a swang Until dey give what dey never Gave I refuse to be A slave I hijacked The airwaves Let ya know the dirt Swept under the rug Give the brothers a pound My sisters a lil' bigger hugs My rat a tat comin' right & exact 'cause it's true I gotta do what I gotta do |
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| 5. |
| 3:45 |
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Risen up in the 'velt
Strong Island New York The 'hood in case You did not know my base There was a ballplayer Who has all the skillz Wit' the pill To pay the piper Plus all the bills Mack the awesome game Practiced in the heat In the rain or in pain Mick so quick 6 foot 6 Down to be picked By anyone but the Celtics Oh what a handle Could score from the floor Wit' people hangin' on 'em PR even hangin' on 'em But what he did best above all the rest was... Grades 9 & 10 Mickey Mack was all dat But in class his ass Sat way in the back How I know 'cause I know I used to flow wit' the bro He didn't mind I used To read him his own headlines 'Cause he could not read 'em His school wouldn't need 'em If the lines wouldn't've went like dis Mickey Mack Jumped over the candle stick And stacked Was his stats But his D was still wack Grades 11 & 12 He found the wrong clientele And all During class he would dribble In the hall But he got in trouble In school but the trouble was It was cool If your brain was just another bubble As long as he could Score fiddy 2 Get 33 re-bounds Fuckin' around Teams lost to 'em He went right thru 'em Division, county, state That's 3 count 'em Championships For a small town bro That's bound to go pro S.A.T.'s didn't matter 'Cause he waz All dat You know the pat on the back He was always in da news You gotta know what it means It means revenue And I'm tellin' you I saw cars and geez Some to our school please approach Hell wit' the principal Where is da coach Went to college four years Wit' a scholarship And came back wit' a championship But when it came to his life He didn't care 'Cause he took it to the air The fall begun When Mickey Mack fell Hell ripped his knee Drafted last by personnel Oh how, he loved the game It was fantastic Until he was cut 'n' couldn't stick Times got tighter & tighter He had an attitude Was rude so he turned Into a fighter School wouldn't give Him a job that he needed Assistant to the assistant coach They didn't need it The he resorted to a Stick up kid - ski mask & gatt But this game he wasn't good at And the drugs on the side Police ambushed his ride Bang it was Another homicide He was ghost you know Hometown hero But now he's zero To those hypocrites Who ripped him blind For his skills Without the will to develop his mind Forever in the news The community views Him only as air hoodlum |
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| 6. |
| 4:54 |
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Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people & the beats Some people accuse some people of crimes Some people get away wit' losin' my rhyme They don't like where I'm comin' from So dey play dumb Dumb diggetty dumbb diggetty dumb But I'm tellin' you what they do Play a fool While the real thief cools in a pool He who got the finger on the war button Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin TV got 'em bigger than life All he needs is a knife Who's the criminal? To the blind def & dumb Hard to see 'em comin' Don't be dumb diggety dumb Politikin' writin' bad checks Still dey gettin' wreck Goin' fo' a nigga neck Rollin' in a blue 'n' white gang Ready to bang biggedy bang Hangin' 'round da hangin' rope Nope n-o-p-e I ain't bendin' for the soap Never understood why the 'hood Half od who's in da joint Now dey got me losin' my point Gotta have it goin' on Born criminal born Take a piece of America back But who had it first Hear the indian curse Robbed & stole so many so much It ain't funny Now who got 'em face on money Politician passin' a bill paid in full C-note rockin' in a pocket How they livin' makin' sure they Lockin' us up I got a feelin' I'm... When it come to somethin' we say What dey don't like is a brother like me On da mike In fact to the gritty ain't none of us wack Noriega had back Jeffrey Dahmer enter the room without cuffs How the hell do we set stuffed In da back of a cell On an isle Ain't it wild What's a criminal? Only if I had one more time to kick The rhythm that keep rippin' down the door So the real crominals get exposed behind the clothes Doors 'n' the suits that make 'n' break da law Lookin' for my own 'cause I had enuff bull I can't understand it must be crooked Way they planned it Police supposed to keep the peace But I can't truss 'em So I keep my piece Loaded & cocked 'Cause I don't miss the block I'm talkin' about the ones who don't get chained to the rock While we go away for the neighborhood crime Never liked what I saw in the law Indiana tress hangin' us instead of leaves We hangin' the rope Real criminals... |
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| 7. |
| 3:00 |
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Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) |
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| 8. |
| 3:37 |
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Louder Than A Bomb
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file 'Cause I give you what you lack Come right and exact Our status is the saddest So I care where you at, black And at home I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin' my telephone I never live alone I never walk alone My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone Although I live the life that of a resident But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president Tappin' my phone whose crews abused I stand accused of doing harm 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb C'mon C'mon louder etc... I am the rock hard trooper To the bone, the bone, the bone Full grown - consider me - stone Once again and I say it for you to know The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo' Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin' Both King and X they got ridda' both A story untold, true, but unknown Professor Griff knows... "I ain't no toast" And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although I can't keep it a secret So I decided to kick it, yo And yes it weighs a ton I say it once again I'm called the enemy - I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid The way that I rap it Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah Never servin 'em well, 'cause I'm an un-Tom It's no secret at all Cause I'm louder than a bomb Cold holdin' the load The burden breakin' the mold I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone - for information No tellin' who's sellin' out - power buildin' the nation so... Joinin' the set, the point blank target Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget, no Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste A bit of the song so you can never be wrong Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price 'Cause every brother mans life Is like swingin' the dice, right? Here it is, once again this is The brother to brother The Terminator, the cutter Goin' on an' on - leave alone the grown Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate The posse always ready - 98 at 98 My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb 'Cause the D is for dangerous You can come and get some of this I teach and speak So when its spoke, it's no joke The voice of choice The place shakes with bass Called one for the treble The rhythm is the rebel Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on CIA FBI All they tell us is lies And when I say it they get alarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb |
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| 4:11 |
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Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man
Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like... |
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| 4:03 |
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Pusher of the button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin' The mack of the format gettin' fat Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood Is flowin' money Thank God 4 the boulevard They keep the motor runnin' The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow Bootleggers go inside and record the record low They get me, get this now can you freestyle Freestyle no styles free except da radio But the radio controlled by the sucker move Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway An now he wanna play what he wanna play An got say on what is bumpin' of course he's gettin' somethin' Never know what's good to tha neighborhood Swear I never seen da sucker In my necka da woods The ass is connected to the brain stem So I sing a simple song So you can see the sucker in 'em People got to make a call To hear the yes y'all (yes y'all) While the phone keep ringin' You hear some singer singin' Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme Is hot an got me tunin' The afternoon is FM in the PM Oh if that they could see 'im Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan I know dey even got it from the giddy Stacked in the back Only black radio station in the city Programmed by a sucker in a suit Slick back hair he don't even live here Raps the number one pick so I draft it I don't care about all the other demographics When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep What dey need is Arbitron on the funky jeep Too bad it's goin' on in fact my word is bond To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone The whacker jam he play they pay I'm in da day I don't think we gonna miss 'im we don't need 'im anyway Can I kick it Who the hell is on the radio Or who's behind Do you really think they'll mind To play the funky jams That everybody wit' Some Def Jef or Ice T Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate Or can dey get funky Wit' the underground Master ace get a taste Bomb squad gettin' hard Marley mart makin' hipper Trax for Jack The Ripper Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San Still rollin' wit' run Did you think that ever In fact you thought that never Control of your soul Is by a suit and tie Then U wonder why why U never hear a rhyme I say we do 'im Till it's done |
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| 3:39 |
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Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour
Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul! |
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| 5:53 |
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Party For Your Right To Fight
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back |
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| 4:46 |
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I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the lower level I'm takin' tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts Wit a neck to wreck Took a poll 'cause our soul Took a toll From the education Of a TV station But look around Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball Boom and Pound When I Shut 'em down 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 What I use in the battle for the mind I hit it hard Like it supposed Pullin' no blows to the nose Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows Then what it is Only 5 percent of the biz I'm addin' woes That's how da way it goes Then U think I rank never drank, point blank I own loans Suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee I never saw a way to pay a sap To read the law Then become a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead No no My education mind say Suckers gonna pay Anyway There gonna be a day 'Cause the troop they roll in To posse up Whole from the ground Ready to go Throw another round Sick of the ride It's suicide For the other side of town When I find a way to shut 'em down Who count the money In da neigborhood But we spendin' money To no end lookin' for a friend In a war to the core Rippin' up the poor in da stores Till they get a brother Kickin' down doors Then I figure I kick it bigger Look 'em dead in the eye And they wince Defense is pressurized They don't want it to be Another racial attack In disguise so give some money back I like Nike but wait a minite The neighborhood supports so put some Money in it Corporations owe Dey gotta give up the dough To da town or else We gotta shut 'em down |
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