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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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| 4:30 |
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That woman in the corner cold playin' the role Leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked If you hold your hand out she'll turn her back Better walk, don't talk she's all pretend Can't be her friend unless you spend Wall to wall after all Get ready to throw only money at the bitch Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Peekin' an' seekin' inside a book Her demands for a man with a chemical look Wishes an' desires gettin worse with age She doesn't want a man all she wants is a pay Ain't got a man so she goes to a club She thinks it's classy but it's really a pub But that's the kind of place where she likes to go The bitch got a problem Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Jackets, shoes, everyday ties The girl only wants one of those guys Suckers who front it like it ain't no thang Pretend to be friends and don't want that thang Talk like this - don't talk slang Do anything to get that thang Tries to be chic and playin' it off Peekin' through the window saw her take her clothes off Nasty girl - a stone cold freak Stayin' in the bed a whole goddamn week Comin' and leavin' guys servin' up storms From execs with checks boys from the dorms Never kept a name never seen a face She could pass 'em in the street like it never took place I know she's a ho so I'm a go Expose the funky bitch Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Now she wants a sucker boy with an attache And if you ain't got it she'll turn you away You can smile with style as you profile Cause you got a gold tooth an' she thinks you're wild She don't want a brother that's true and black If you're light, you're alright better you stay back Cause the sucker with the bag is out to catch With something in his bag keepin her attached The man's got a plan it's IBM The devil at her level yes it is him His Audi she rides his gold and clothes The ill base method turning up her nose A lack a lack a lack cold beaming her up She's still got the nerve to turn her fuckin' nose up Her status looks at us from down below Now the bitch is in trouble Cause she thinks she's so phisticated So phisticated So phisticated So phisticated Little is known about her past So listen to me cause I know her ass Used to steal money out her boyfriends clothes Never got caught so the story goes She kept doin' that to all her men Found the wrong man when she did it again And still to this day people wonder why He didn't beat the bitch down till she almost died phisticated |
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| 5:45 |
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Yo Chuck, run a power move on them Yeeaahh Yeeaahh Step back, get away give the brother some room You got to all turn me up when the beat goes boom to line to line Then you y'all understand my reputation for rhyme Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what Style of record my DJ cuts His slice an' dice super mix so nice So bad, you won't dispute the price Cause it's plain to see it's a strain to be Number one in the public I enemy Cause I'm wanted in 50 almost 51 States where the posse got me on the run It's a big wonder why I haven't gone under Dodgin' all types of microphone thunder A fugitive missin' all types of hell All this because I talk so well When I, Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it The match up title the expression of thrill For elite to compete and attempt to get ill If looks could kill I'd chill until All the public catches on to my material you know The ducks criticize my every phase of rapture Can't wait to read the headlines of my capture Accused of assault a 1st degree crime Cause I beat competitors with my rhyme Tongue whipped, pushed, shoved and tripped Coocked from the hold of my Kung Fu grip And if you want my title it would be suicidal From my end it would be homicidal When I do work you get destroyed All the paranoid know to avoid The Public Enemy seat I've enjoyed This is no kid and I'm not no toy boy Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it I'm a Public Enemy but I don't rob banks I don't shoot bullets and I don't shoot blanks My style is supreme number one is my rank And I got more power than the New York Yanks If Miuzi wasn't heavy I'd probably fire it I'd make you walk the plank if I was a pirate If they made me a King I would be a tyrant If you want to get me go ahead and try it Snatcher, dispatcher, biter never been a Instead of takin' me out take a girl to dinner The level of comp has never been thinner It's a runaway race where I'm the winner It's unreal they call the law And claimed I had started a war It was war they wanted and war they got But they wilted in the heat when Miuzi got hot Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it My style versatile said without rhymes Which is why they're after me an' on my back Lookin' over my shoulder seein' what I write Hearin' what I say then wonderin' why Why they can't ever compete on my level Superstar status is my domain Understand my rhythm my pattern of lecture And then you'll know why I'm on the run This change of events results in a switch It's the lateral movement of my vocal pitch It eliminates pressure on the haunted But the posse is around so I got to front it Plus employ tactics so coy And leave no choise but to destroy Soloists, groups and what they say And all that try to cross my way When I, Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Rock get up get down Miuzi weighs a ton Hold it Yeah, that's right Public Enemy number one in New York Public Enemy number one in Philly Public Enemy number one in DC Public Enemy number one in Cleveland, Ohio Also where Public Enemy number one in St. Louis Public Enemy number one in New Jersey And bust it |
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| 4. |
| 2:55 |
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Hey Chuck, we got some non believers out there Yo, we gotta do somethin' about that man Yo, we gotta get stupid Yo, we gotta let 'em know what time it is You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are when I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop hurray or hurrah But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your tape in put your car in cruise I never heard the boos I never drank booze Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the blues The L.I. mystique you sneak to peek A look and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait it's never too late No fear I'm here and everything is straight Cycles, cycles life runs in cycles New is old no I'm not no psycho The monkey on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best rock well The people in the back lets you know who's whack And those who lack the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not black You might not believe it but it is like that When you come to my show watch me throw Down with the other brothers toe to toe When you make a move new not used And watch the bro here just bust a groove A fat lady soprano loads my ammo Hear my jam with a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels In effect the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can meet Somebody to body makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector U.S. defector South African government wrecker Panther power you can feel it in my arm Lookout y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all about rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin' The rhythm to shake the house downy down Bounce to the ounce is sound the crown The man the enemy Public King no thing All fall to the force of my swing Like Ali Frazier Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie got the Flavor Flave To prove I'll win and if not the save I'll pick up, rack up put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's mine One time let the star shine And I'm tellin you yelling at you you're through Don't think you're grown cause your moustache grew I'm number one you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun, girl Surroundin' my steady poundin' Get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your mind Rhythm roll two times control The mauler and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready to leave you're gonna know I go boom Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute time to blow BLACK |
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| 5. |
| 2:25 |
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All right party people, bust a groove It's guaranteed to shake your butt and make you move I got a little something fly that's gonna keep you high (?) It's not a drug from my little rug It's rap for your earhole that we call a bug Ya know what I'm sayin' Now bust it out There is a lot of people out there That's building up a force Of course that we call a posse None will be grown when you good to go then you're gone You start up with two And you end up with two thousands by the millions You dig what I'm sayin' Now there's a lot of posses out there Trying to take over posses And trying to turn those possses Into their posse But when you got too much Like the gear grabbin' such and such (?) Nobody can take yours So they'll be sweatin' from the pore Trying to take whatcha got They're so hot from the pot Do they get the bad cold An' nose runnin' with the snot Ya know what I'm sayin' What do you got to say about this A force so strong that you can't resist You may as well join 'em - you know you can't beat 'em Pack a hundred people - ya know ya gonna need 'em Straight with the system is down by law Cause every half hour they get nine more They run all the dollars that come in town So either join the crew or get beat down I watched all the guys be so damn cruel Try to get fast - you must be a fool Blood through and through - the boys don't play I seen 'em tax and run an operation today They got too - too - too much posse Yeah, I had a party - much people came by I'm talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly Chillin' in my room - chewin' off her ear Chillin' stypid fly - cause I got stupid gear My door kicked open by her man and crew The 'g' turned to me and said, "Who're you?" I said, "Yo fly. Yeah the 'g' lied." Stuck in the corner while the 'g' cried And then from the back - my homeboys came Wear Uzis and knives and said, "Go blame." (?) Ya lying ass girl with the fake tears We got a big posse and we show no fears We got too - too - too much posse We got too - too - too much posse Yeah, that's right And I'm get ready to step off Ya know what I'm sayin' And all you posses out there That's trying to help posse to posse Yo, we gotta stop that as Scatter your brain from here to White Plains Ya know what I'm sayin' We got the shit that you just can't fuck with |
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| 3:49 |
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You spend a buck in the 80's whatcha you get is a preacher Forgivin' this torture of the system that brought 'cha I'm on a mission and you got that right Addin' fuel to the fire - punch to the fight Many have forgotten what we came here for Never knew or had a clue so you're on the floor Just growin not knowin about your past now you're lookin' pretty stupid while you're shakin' your ass Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Some people fear me when I talk this way Some come near me - some run away Some people take heed to every word I say Some wanna build a posse some stay away Some people think that we plan to fail Wonder why we go under or we go to jail Some ask us why we act the way we act Without lookin' how long they kept us back Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Yes you if I bore you - I won't ignore you I'm sayin things that they say I'm not supposed to Give you pride that you may not find If you're blind about your past then I'll point behind Kings, Queens, warriors, lovers People proud - sisters and brothers Their biggest fear - suckers get tears When we can top their best idea Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Right Mind revolution - our solution Mind over matter - mouth in motion Corners don't sell it - no you can't buy it Defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Our solution - mind revolution Can't sell it - no you can't buy it in a potion You lie about the life that you wanted to try Tellin' me about a head - you decided to fly Another brother with the same woes that you face But you shot with the same hands you fall from grace Every brother should be every brother's keeper But you shot with your left while your right was on your beeper Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this As the world turns - it's a terrible waste To see the stupid look stuck on your face Timebomb alarm for the world - just try it Known to all zones as the one man riot I'm on a mission to set you straight Children - it's not too late Explain to the world when it's plain to see To be what the world doesn't want us to be Mind over matter - mouth in motion Can't defy cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this |
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| 4:41 |
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Yo Chuck, bust a move man I was on my way up here to the studio Ya know what I'm sayin' And this brother stop me and axe me Yo wassup with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice I said Yo the brother don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice Ya know what I'm sayin' So Chuck, we gotta fill in You turn him into a Public Enemy man Now remeber that line you was kicking to me On the way out to LA ??? ??? ??? While we was in the car on our way to the Shot Well yo right now kick the bass for them brothers And let them know What goes on What goes on Well I'm all in - put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my s - oh yes, no doubt Cold rock rap - 49er supreme Is what I choose and I use I never lose to a team Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room - hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot - 110 degrees So don't start bassin' I'll start placin' Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time for a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one One One One One One One One You got no rap - but you want to battle It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle Cause I never pause - I say it because I don't break in stores - but I break all laws Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer This word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened just admit you lied You just got caught a - for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You messed with the master, word to Chuck And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dome You just got dissed - all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed It's no fun - being on the run Because they got me Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One Don't you know, don't you know I got a posse over force to back me up Watch out, we got never the match Ambush attack on my back doubleteamin', get creamed So we have us ??? ??? Wanna hear it again We got a force - enemy down The L.I. circuit sound Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG Flavor, DJ Melody Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that make us groom To make all the ladies swoom But it's also the words from outer region a goldboy session Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection On stereo - never ever ??? All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl They said stop freeze I got froze up Because I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires You grown up criers now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires - your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment but you get no buyers It's you they never hire you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew is only known as good triers Known as the poetic political al son I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One Yeah, that's right Chuck man That's what you gotta do You gotta tell them just like that Ya know what I'm sayin' Cause yo man, let me tell you a little somethin' man These brothers runnin' around - hard headed Makin' a little jealous Ya know what I'm sayin' Just like that, ya know They try to bring you down with 'em But yo Chuck, you gotta let 'em know who's who in the world of beat You gotta let 'em know that this is the 80's And we can get all the ladies And in the backyard we got a fly Mercedes And that's the way the story goes That's just the way the story goes Let me tell you a little somethin' man |
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| 3:44 |
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I'm cold gettin' busy while I'm shakin' you down I'm on the air - you're on the ground Chuck D - the enemy - words you heed Build for speed - but what you need is Funky fresh s fallin' down on time Your enemy poppin' it - droppin' dime Comin' out rockin' a tomahawk jam And still gettin' fly with the mike in my hand I'm cold coolin' out - layin in the shade Dealers buggin cause they're gonna get sprayed Their intimidator - your Scarface What's goin' on (huh) what's takin' place I don't wear gold but I clock ducats Cause I have the money overflowing out of buckets You want crazy dollars - I make people holler You stick 'em up stupid and I'm snatching biters collars Cause I'm Public Enemy I'll rebuild your mine to alleviate Unnecessary pressures that can recreate The sting that stung Yama-Goochie Foo Yung He bit the Public Enemy he nearly got hung His brain was gettin' bigger than a pregnant toad His heartbeat stopped cause of overload See, I made the beat that broke his back I cut his circulation made his world turn back I find things out like E.S.P. I've got Kreskin's brain velocity Like Alexander Munday - I'm in like Flint Mercedes limousine with a hardcore tint I'm captain of the ships I make 'em walk the planks Riding round the world hundred sixty million francs Not like the kind that you put on the grill Cause I only do it like that when I'm on a chill hill I'm the Public Enemy I'm goin' for the money that man ever made Gettin' thrills from orders that the suckers obeyed It's gettin' late and I can't wait To drive by the bus and rock my tape My car is movin' fast, like a train Never skiddin' off the road not even in the rain I'm cold dodgin' tickets, rockin' all the jams Makin' biters step back and understand I got to the beach, the ground was so sandy Girls on my jock like ants on candy Checking out the fellas with the girls on the side Put ya boat in the water, let's take a ride to the land of party people rocking shocking to the beat Keep ya eyes on ya girl cause ya know I'm gonna cheat I'm gonna max and relax and chill my will Body rockin', brain shockin' makes your heart stand still Where's the Public Enemy |
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| 4:26 |
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Yo! Bum Rush The Show Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Yo! Bum rush the show I am taking no prisoners, taking no shorts Breakin' with the metal of a couple of forts While we're hearin' that boom supplement the mix Gonna rush 'em like the Bears in the 46 Homeboys I don't know but they're part of the pack In the plan against the man, bum rush attack For the suckers at the door, if you're up and around For the suckers at the door, we're gonna knock you back down Yo! Bum rush the show ( ) Yo, ??? around ??? ??? You're gonna tell us, man That we can't get inside your spot? Yo man, let me tell you somethin', man We came all the way down here from the Welch Ya know what I'm sayin' Yo man, you're talkin' about gettin' busy Yo, you wanna get busy? Come on, let's step to the back Ya know what I'm sayin' I take you to the back and show you some of my techniques And I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass Bitch Searchin my body for fuckin' what My gun's just for fun and my knife don't cut How can I make you understand I get ill on a posse with my goddamn hands Troubles, not me, I don't mean to cause But you took one look and began to pause Didn't hoolar at the dollar we was willin' to spend But you took one look, wouldn't let our ass in ( ) Yo homes, I don't know what you're talkin' about, man But yo, bust a move man Yo, me and my crew, we were in a four limo over last night Ya know what I'm sayin' And they are on their way my crib, man Now yo, when you feel a ??? ??? ??? talkin' that garbage Yo, me and my crew got cold crash this side of the door Ya know what I'm sayin' Talkin' about a nine? Yo, a nine ain't gonna stop the bum rush, homes ( ) Cold bum rushin' doors like at first it's something All we realize that the show ain't nuthin' For the stunts and the blunts, whole world inside The reason that the mighty used force supplied No comp, we'll stomp all in our way Gave me static so I don't pay It might be a trick that you don't like Comin' in the side door then I'm grabbin' the mike Walkin' and talkin' - fist full in the air It might seem like that we don't care A ho for an oh, a pow for an ow Girls start screamin' all I say is wow Get that sucker who shot that gun Whip his monkey ass till it ain't no fun 5-O showed and wouldn't you know They blamed it on the kid cause all I said was... ( ) Yeeaah man, yo I was at the park last night Ya know what I'm sayin' Gold clocks for megadollars, man An' these brothers, man Walked up to me talkin' about they was gonna stick me up Yo, man, let me tell you somethin', man These are the same brothers, man, that tried to stick up ??? Ya know what I'm sayin' But yo, I got a posse, man That wouldn't let them bum rush my operation Ya know what I'm sayin' |
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| 10. |
| 5:19 |
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Ridenhour - Sadler - Shocklee Testing - one - two Testing - one - two The house is now on fire Spread the walls ya'll Everybody get somebody we don't want anybody let fuck nobody Cause you know what time it is It's time to get busy And when it's time to get busy You know what you gotta do You gotta Raise the roof because it's all on fire Not done by the sun or electrical wire Not done by sons stricking matches with daughters But done by scratches so save that water This jam is packed so I just figure All we need is the house to get bigger So startin' with the roof down to the base We're at your service to burn the place Come on Come on Come on Raise the roof That's right Raise the roof Come on With the spot as hot as it can get An' the roof's on fire - you're soaked and wet The puzzle on your face shows as you sweat But your body keeps movin' with no regrets Chandeliers shake, swing from front to back Left to right all night - and the lights don't crack Your minds on the time - hopin' it don't end Cause it's time to get stupid - here we go again Come on Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof ya'll Come on Stare at the strope - pull your earlobe For the sights and sounds clear across the globe This jam might hit or miss the charts But the style gets wild as state of the art Dazzling in science - bold in nerve But givin' my house what it deserves Served on the floor cause I get payed Make the fans that left, wished they had'a stayed Realize my friend - ain't this a trip As your body gets railed when you do the flip And your mind gets rocked when we're on the roll Then the freak of the week makes you lose control A Swatch for a watch - so you'll know the time Your crowd gets loud and you clock my rhyme The messiah's on fire and I'm living proof I'll quench your desire and raise your roof Come on Come on raise the roof Come on Raise the roof Come on In school I'm cool throughout the week When the weekend comes - I'm down with the Greeks Frat brothers known across the seven seas Fly ladies of the 80's - sororities The Zetas, Deltas, AKA's Women that keep me in a daze The A-Phi-A - Sigma boys on the move With the Kappas and the Ques and of course the groove And for real it's the deal and the actual fact Takes a nation of millions to hold me back Rejected and accepted as a communist Claimin' fame to my name as a terrorist Makin' money in corners that you'll never see Dodgin' judges and the lawyers and the third degree Nothin' wrong with a song to make the strong survive Realize gave me five cause I kept 'em alive Mislead what you read about my devilish deeds Mislead what I said so you're better off dead Make 'em hear it and see it for the deaf and blind And command it and we'll plan it for incapable minds Take for granted and demand it from the wave of my hand Make the jealous understand it and just say damn When they see me ask a question - "How the hell can it be?" When they watch me pull a serpent straight out of the sea Turn the winter into summer - then from hot to cold Expand my power on the hour - make you all behold From the slammer swing a hammer like the mighty Thor God of thunder, you'll go under - then you'll all applaud And fathom that distance, that the mad must reap Meet Namor sea lord - Prince of the deep Here for you to fear at any cost Tellin you to get busy or you better get lost Livin' lives civilized from the lessons I taught Cities buried underground just because I went off My friends, enemies - better be my friend Is the question people guessin' is this the end? End of the world - are you guessin' yes? Just say and don't delay it - get it off your chest Houses of crack - I've seen too much I go ready - aim - fire - then I'll blow 'em up |
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| 11. |
| 2:52 |
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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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| 2:13 |
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