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| 2. |
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(Chorus)
What's going on what could it be What's going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Verse 1) Poisonous get with this so come and sit with this I speak truth from the mouth so come and get with this Why do you say I type lyrical while I conversate Rockin the mic just for my minerals I take it to the streets for steals pity you Get stoned magical, real, as in my miracles Drip Drop my hip hop yo I'm doin my kung fu stance on one leg like it was hopscotch Blew up the spot when the sound stops rockin they steelin up your nickel bags, well this is tappin Some MCs just yappin and they flapping They listen to your whole album and nothin happen I get a snap before the blind eyes def ears No need for palos my jewel sounds for years (Catch) Yo I make it happen when the sound stops rockin Soon we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin Yo I make it happen once the sound stops rockin I steelin up your nickel bags well this is tappin (Verse 2) Rap senses in well it's a begin again Step to me I constellate and I finish 'em finish 'em Realians Vesilians sowinigan Rockin your N Hydrogen and Oxygen Pardon me for steppin on your moccasins Reveiling statements in here to rock your N Unified nations the viatons Set off the satellites Mark off the first space station Magnificent filament I represent The audiovisual ill shit Brake loose crazy legs Houdini perverted realist And I be buggin out (Why's that?) How some MCs can do all those shows And get all that dough and still find time to be thuggin out No diplomatic immunity Your pitidy is perjury For the four uses of the surgery (Catch v. 2) Yo We make it happen once the sound stops poppin Yo We make it happen once the sound stops rockin (Chorus) Whats going on what could it be Whats going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Verse 3) Dive into the cosmos And I float and float no need for vehicles my bodies the hose Clear dat throat got that flem Ah Ah Em No need for light skills cause I build my house on a rip Yo wanna fabam this, takular, blackular, establishments my encriments and sentiments is like cement Hardcore deep through the epicenter Speak to a word and clear to a blur You wanna know how we got here? And differenciated forms came together (Catch v.3) Yo we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin Yo we make it happen once the sound stops rockin Yo we get it poppin once the sound stops rockin I steelin up your nikel bags well this is tappin (Chorus) Whats going on what could it be Whats going on it seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your path your essence Well let me tell you something (Chorus v.2) Whats going on it seems to me Whats going on what could it be A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your dreams your essence Well let me tell you something (chorus v. 3) Whats going on what could it be whats going on its seems to me A sense of focus focus I know somebody knows this Your life your dreams your failures Well let me tell you something Your hopes your lifes your essence Well let me tell you something (FADE OUT) |
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| 3. |
| 3:43 |
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(Big Daddy Kane)
F**k playin games, I start takin names Shake ya frame, time to start payin Kane Don't make me have to take it there and start sayin names Give you official in the middle initial Yes we do the thang, don't care who we bang Quick to bring the belt out on cats like Pootytang I'm that, new we in, mighty supreme being Names that you thought had heart, but seen fleeing (Afu-Ra) Rap sire, never tire, call me Messiah I walk bare foot on hot coles below fire The type to floss the teeth, with barb wire The type to cross the street, in the cross fire Survivor, not stuck in a job, metaphysical Go ask your mother, yeah, do what you wanna do Now we can go shot for shot, verse for verse Worse gets worse, I put you in a hearse (Chorus: Afu-Ra (Big Daddy Kane) (Cause it's a stick up!) Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up (Cause it's a stick up!) Got it rapped up, got it cracked up Get your hands high, up in the air before you get slapped up (Cause it's a stick up!) Honey's wanna back it up, thugs wanna bag it up, no need to act up (Cause it's a stick up!) Got it rapped up, got it cracked up Hands in the air, before you get slapped up (Afu-Ra) Now hit 'em up, knock 'em in the bread basket You get dap quick f**king with my mack shit Around the corner, cats with four faces They scheme and plot, I'm like one shot block Mass producer, my lyrics is cereal juices I'm breakin out tonight, I'm makin moves kid Gain collateral, matter of fact it's true Your beef'll stop when my judo chop chop (Big Daddy Kane) We can do it any you want, let's get it on So, say ya blessings unless you know your lessons If you do baby, you better yell those off Feel these elbows, run those shell toes Slip a not at all, don't bust one shot at all Because I go with extra strength like Tylenol Once connected with Afu, and you know we attack Come together like Kobe and Shaq (Chorus) (Afu-Ra) A to the F to the U, to the R to the A I pull out steel on tracks like everyday (Big Daddy Kane) Guess who spray, keep the name shook over here Play your plee's, just a crook over here (Afu-Ra) Look over there, cat's is sittin pretty, with the chilly-willy Cover me son, yo I'm gettin busy (Big Daddy Kane) Yo, we prepare for anything that transpire Keep ya mouth closed when I pass fire (Afu-Ra) Slap fire out ya ass 'cause you gettin too gas I know my math and I mix it with the razzel-taz Hide your bling bling, you ain't down with God And all the wolves know you left without your body guards (Big Daddy Kane) How could it not be hard, we swell dee-sel Pee-pel feel hell, neck and back like e-zell Niggas wanna re-bail, follow the dust to the mist Come and get it, now who's f**kin with this? (Chorus 2x) |
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| 4. |
| 4:07 |
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Yo yo yo yo
[Chorus:] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, fake cats get up outta here [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 1:] See whatcha like gimme the mic I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight Say whatcha like, don't play with me right? I ride your chain from day to night Head first with a verse You see my excerpts got eskimos in igloos sweatin and seek in search In self-worth, through the knowledge that all age enter the earth Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the fuckin curse Spit fire more fire with my nigga Fire I backflip blindfolded on a highwire Then fall back on my team and dream of lividcism I met Noah before the ark and started rhymin with him If I wanted to flow with him reactin like a cataclysm And shockwavin my rights into the system [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Now set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate No mismatches, no maxin or relaxin Toast with the awesome two, break it like your fractions Peep the equation, these Pythagorean thereom I know the science for the metals and all the plenums Until you hate it, young children have been mutilated It looks good and some of y'all be desecratin Incineratin wastin your state in the outer space It's wicked right I hit it right slice doors with a butter knife I'm makin moves on the mic like I was dice Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Hasslehoff Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin No need for detonators my shit be mind blowin Blind the sights likes of Ihmotep Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong [Chorus] Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here |
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| 5. |
| 4:37 |
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(feat. M.O.P.)
[Lil Fame] hey hey hey hey hey [Afu-Ra] I don't want to be a rap dude no more [Billy Danze] Nigga! [Lil Fame] Yo come back with that shit pause your argue lent G's bang it out homeboy fuck the argument Still on top of my game holding the fork But the situation got me inpatient start blowing your torch The fizzy move, the fizzy move At fizzy (home) four O, no doubt Cus I am a BK villain And this year I 'm passing out brass knuckle ass wiping Ten years in this bitch, fuck it, Switch speeds I been spitting this venom since the age of fifteen But you wanna be the Jordan of rap An I' be catch you on the rebound slam dunk two in your back You aint shit, never was shit, never gone be shit I'm the cold Medina DP shit, AH (AH) Authentic true blue believe it ill be back for the 2 o's 2 [Chorus 1] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.[Scratching] causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Afu-Ra] You see I' m faster than you faster than anybody Fast like a hottie doing a buck sixty on the Bacadi You couldn't spare my rage F the Porsche-a You know I squash ya' Daddy yo I'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie I'm sick in the head invisible fleds I'm shooting the stars I'm blacking the whites to blues That right yeah I'm sickening with the kung fu More complex then mixo flicks or were I yank a bitch Supposing a remix stick with some sick shit Pistachio absolute Tanqueray mix with tequila I'm instillina a willina and killing ya' (killing ya') Mother sucking fire breathing Godzilla Ayo this party right here is straight fire, (FIYAHH) Life Force, M.O.P we take it higher (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) crushing (Scratching) Bone (Scratching) breaking [Chorus 2] [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now who do you rock for We in the making you moves that's why came for Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We stimulating the brain thats why we came for [Scratching] Bone crushing, bone breaking Now what you rock for We in the making you move like is a dead zone Steady.(Scratching) causing damage. Now what you stop for We hit you off for the brain that what we came for [Billy Danze] Let's pop it off (yes sir who that is?) William Danze one of the illest ever That spit sparks with from both hands I learn these criminal ways Were criminals blaze at everything above waistline You take mine you aint that bad you must be mad You fucking faggot got mixed up with another dude May peace and blessings be upon you How you doing brother do, No Look if I was in a position of giving us faith (Listen) Osama Bin Laden would have been shot in his face (Missing) Like every life he destroy in the World Trade I aint got no patients for the faggot less great Couldn't wait to hit the wake, with an O.G staff Trained to shake'em, take'em and break'em in half Using heavy caliber weapons for clearing the path The same as we do in the ave nigga Look (Look) is the legendary M.O.Piggidy back Murdering tracks with Afu-Rigidy black [Sratching] [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [x2] |
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| 4:22 |
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(feat. Teena Marie)
[Afu-Ra] Yeah, baby, how you, now what you wanna do Instead of working these ways, I should of been loving Creepin' off, type of ways, I should of been true to you Huggin' and rubbin', or comin' home just to talk to you Play some chest, in the rest, so make love to you So what cha, what cha, what cha, wanna do? I seen my life flashin' my face in, my present, future and memories Memoirs of a czar, to caught sars, from dreams in the stars Melodies over the precious bars The beat and you together, are like matrimony Cuz when I hear it or see you, I be the one and only Why me, then why you, the simple kind Of things, like my favorite color is blue It can't be planted in me, backwards and forwards with me Out of this planet with me If I had to I would, I lock you up in the chamber with me [Chorus: Teena Marie] I, I wanna love you baby, love you baby I, I wanna feel your body, up and down Up inside me [Afu-Ra] It's like breafast in bed for the first time That's right, sometimes I wish I lived my life in rewind Steady going through the motions, yeah, of every emotion Transpire, smooth as my outfit Mondays is paisley, wednesday is vaguely arguile Saturdays, fit with the charming smile So won't you meet me at the el flamingo Forget about the Christ' jingles, we sip mohitos The feelings are high for you, they tri-lingual African drums, Russian hip hop, and disco It only takin' three moves, you all up in my zone Like tic - tac - and toe Yo, it's so easy, cuz these other cats is jah-so-bro's [Chorus x4] [Afu-Ra] So let's pain an oasis From the clouds, up to the constellations, to be our basement Beats run home, hot tub in the living room No space for satisfaction, well I'mma make room Pawns hittin' the tomb, horns blowin' to the moon If I could taste you on the platter, I wanna be spoon fed No condiments, and no sauce, forget the bread 12 o'clock, in the morning, as I start the yawnin' I feel your body calling, ready for the installment Like the flower you are, open up, I drop my pollen in We interwine like knowledge, all up in my rhyme again [Chorus to fade] |
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| 7. |
| 3:49 |
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[DJ Premier scratches]
Pure microphone magic Carving up mc's, straight up torch their weak embellishments Getting it Put it on Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow Yeah Perverted Monk high chief [Afu-Ra] Life Force moving swiftly Pitch forks steady miss me My renaissance, my brother's light eclipse me My rough callous feet stomping on these city streets Fuck that turn the other cheek Unless you squeeze a peach No parental advisory, so no need for the bleeps No comin' in my crib unless you wipin' your feet I hit the street, I feel good plus complete A lotta hot rappers ain't nothing without their beat Mark my name, on the clipboard, I gets raw When I was sixteen, that's when I used to rip for it Like Jiminy Cricket, hopping over the candle stick Watchin' my ass, and yo I learnt quick I'm nifty, shifty with my dirt, G Doing my thing, put in work, ain't nothing hurt me I bring it from front to back, white to black Shoe to hat, use clues I'm doin' that Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious You feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, you do your thing Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang Monumental, thoughts flowing sequential The quintessential mental, tapping into My focus, take it round like a rental And if I have to cut you with my gonzo I'm like a warless sword, I'm digging into Like you can joust defence So many strokes and slashes let off You ain't got not fingerprints Carve you up with my Rambo, ammo Looking like leather-face, trippin' on the dance floor Too much hypocrisy, up in the market, B It ain't about talent, it's all about the currency My magna opus, addicted plus the dopest Maybe I'll write a line and fara canna quote this They got status but can't work the apparatus How could a project sell millions Talking 'bout millions, when half their buyers ain't seen a thousand Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang Times is kinda critical, that's why I gotta keep it lyrical Simple and plain, cos I don't wanna riddle you I'm tryin' to black out, cos I'll blow your back out Pullin' my axe out, do a M.O.P. mash out With my dreads out, an' I ain't no type of boy scout Mr Life Force, but you call me The Count Got so many names, that I can't even count Let's see: Paisley, 5th Thaing, Mr How, Dr Intergalactic My other names is under the mattress Now you can get your grades pissed on After your body's been buried From trying to get your diss on Wax off, wax on My calm is bringin' a storm, from the night until the early morn' I got so many styles, forget the grape with wine Life Force on the mic, an' 'bout to put it on Takin' you ass away like I was Kogon Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Caress the mic like a baby to make your head bang Rhyme skills the dopest, the lyrical style I spit is ferocious Feel the beat in the streets and get close to this So while I do my thing, do your thing Carve my name in your brain, make your head bang |
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| 4:21 |
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[Chorus: female singer]
Miss you, if you wanna fly Everybody know that I'm takin' it high Diss you, if you wanna fly Everybody know that I'm bringin' it right [Afu-Ra] Progress is how I, make it, nah No matter how you yell at me, yell at me Shower or scour you, faithfully bathin' you, bathin' you No sense in tamin' you, tamin' you I crawl through the core of the earth Sweatin' to play with you, play with you I am who I am, who can step in the jam Rippin' the sand, flip like Jack the Ripper, man Same location, astro and mentally My sense, care for the mic, like it's crystals, be So if you wanna flee, fast or frolic with me Tighten your seatbelts, destination, floor it with me One, two, one, two, or what you wanna do I've been praised my dues, with nothing to proove But to sooth and groove, and get you in the mood Space Ghost, and Cheech and Chong, all in the same move You wanna run from the truth, and tigthen your noose What I spit for you, might be hotter than the gastric juice [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] So I'm, trapped, in the Matrix, I swallow you Swallow you, insoluble sonics, able to follow you Follow you, I'm gettin' around like Ronald McDonald do Especially as, your coozy, raise they point of view Your ship is thinking, you thinking, you blinking Eyes is winking, my beacon carving out light, for your reasoning My seasoning, house stash and four seasons In the blizzard, I'm the wizard And what the clearence, the current No fear of close mind, open it, and steer it You travel fast, with the blast master passions Rap assassins, strike hard, but they ain't lastin' You know the story, going for glory, I'm raisin' the trophy, yo It never mean nothing, cats better stop frontin' I get it in, and put it on, like silicone Breastes, you ain't knowin', you ain't testin' this Life Force flowin', on course, I represent [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Enter, planitary ordinents I only know, I got one lap around the Earth But yo, I've been rhymin', since Hence forth, the new millennium Shakespeare Mixed with Beethoven, melodies, they kept on going and going Audio visuals, they kept on showing and going Waters of laugh, my boat, I kept on rowing and rowing It seems like there's too much to know, too far to go Aiyo, I don't even know, yo, it came to me, in a dream How to scope my story tippin' and trippin', express it vividly My wizardry, instantly, increasingly makin' sense to me To co-relate, coalete, my latest diaries Purched powers of pararrel to the highest pressing pieces Rap thesis, it's deeper than diseases It seems like there's too much to know, too far to go Aiyo, I don't even know [Chorus to fade] |
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| 3:51 |
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(feat. A-Sun, Ca-See, Respect)
[Afu-Ra] Blackie Chan too incredible Molars crushed it, cause you edible Pedal to the metal, shine lights up in the ghetto I'm playin' my voice, on the streets, just like a cello Modern day Othello, my bello, hell no, will never stop Wanna get high from my mind? Got them yellow top Fly around the earth, I'm all polite just like a smack spot I chop stick it to death, while trynna hit the jackpot Lyrically open, just like a crack spot [A-Sun] Fire burn, call me the solar monk, I got ya Heated up, sweatin' from the lava Oozin' out the system, volcanic eruption I'm a natural disaster, sound clasher Like stone love, illegal, broadcaster Just because I spit, other people want No comp, I don't walk, I stomp Like ?Ole-Ah-Sah?, fire music, makes me high [Chorus x2: Perverted Monks] So what's it gonna be, gonna be Nigga, back up of me Steadily, steadily Locked you like a felony Readily, readily Bust shots, that's heavily Poetry, poetry Jump off the melody [Ca-See] I took change, but gave dollars My innocense, laid on record Spillin' sewers per second, plug it in and check it Thug ride, natural order, of selection Star child indeed, I heed, the best suggestion You can bust all your weapons, I take all your shots Power in my heart, yo, it's too hard to stop Child, so I'm only takin' steps up Every day something new when I press my luck [Respect] You see a nigga like me, sees all that I be in This mindstate, illin', drillin', for a schillin' Yo, I'm fine as a villain, so it's tossed up We hum bangers at your drums, I'm the cage monk, what? My focus, on skunk, while my fam set it up Now I step off and erupt, P-Monks, what I'm ruckus Spit jewels like fuels, floatin' through exhaust fumes Wicked with these pens, grab a stick, transcend [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Contested, bust caps, just like a western Lyrical futuristic, like the Jetsons My jet suns, spazzle, dazzle you lateral We bleech through hover crafts for the collateral [A-Sun] Like a splish spash, tidal waves are splatterin' Acid rain at the gathering, I'm traveling Young master, aqua, and ravel ya Bounce sparks, soft from my flow, and let it shock ya [Ca-See] Feel me now, scorchin' hot, the solar sound Fire breathin', I'm releasin', lethal pounds To the brain, information, increasin' pain You lost in the moment, another man folded [Respect] See, what's smashed, mouth tactics, I blast ya cabbage Spit concrete captures, to, match the masses Lames, Respect crack back then peel Gorilla warfare, store lead, like steel |
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| 1:22 |
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| 4:20 |
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[Man's voice]
The end...justifies the means Two-two-two wrongs...make, a right I-I should come first, in this nation [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah [Afu-Ra] I have so many questions, guessin' what life's about Usin' seven of my nine lives, figurin' out I'm goin' through it day to day Or should I say: maze to maze? I know that jewels light the way, listen There's too many shades of grey, tryin' to stay, right Peripheral vision, is seekin' out my sunlight I know that love is love, and hate is hate Twenty-seven years of tribulation marking my case Yeah, I guess I'm stressing my case There's only one thing I'm promised in life That's my fate Born to set the pace while I'm racin' the race I know it's hard work, that's why I'm holdin' the ace As I look to jump, up on that righteous path I got angels on one shoulder, demons on the other half A mirror face to face, surveying my landscape All the while I be singing this space [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah [Afu-Ra] As we haze through the haze of enslavement While the sweat's beatin millions of feet pound on the pavement I know it's nine to five, or five to nine Forget about the thoughts that I'm wastin' my time Just use the tutelage, of your legendary fore-fathers Cos right now, we now the struggle is ours It's not too complicated, just combinations of pulling our resources Of our sisters and our brothers Who be a alike, that's a little insight The strength be coming in numbers it's like dynamite No riddle right, spit it right, about some real life And are we really rich, at peace and settled? When everyday homeless people peddle for nickels While Easy Mo Bee strikin' a chord Of this hip-hop oracle, desires for life And what? You know what I'm coming to It's just my point of view [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Yeah, yeah...yeah yeah yeah (reverbs) [Afu-Ra] And as we realise life, and what? We gotta suck it in And are we droppin' some knowledge, or are we frontin' an'? Your course in life, no matter how you rub it in There's so many roads, either you strugglin' or bubblin' [Q] You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means I'll tell you what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out You gotta readjust the means Tell me what I mean Sometimes you gotta work it out Sometimes you gotta figure it out Oh yeah, yeah, yeah |
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| 4:51 |
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| 13. |
| 4:08 |
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(feat. Jahdan)
[Hook: Jahdan] Use caution, son, ey You better watch the friends you keep, yo, ey Yo, yo, yo, yo, do better, son Careful how you walk these streets, yo [Afu-Ra] Setting and betting, he drip drop dodge the felonies Taught him and trained, straight up playin' on these melodies Thinkin' he's straight up, but sprayin' on these melodies I bounce on keys, from here, to A to Z Pages of life, turned created the breeze Force hittin' my knees, fire burns a zillion degrees Each one, teach one, that goes for self Tighten my belt, picture desires, in life, I watch it melt Let it fill alone, I sizzle, and grizzle and put it on It's still my mic, confuse, like the a-bomb It's gettin' drastic, D, I use my wizardry And straight up, the microphone in telepathy [Chorus: Afu-Ra] You better think before you wack You better watch the way you talk I get crazy after dark I'm type wicked with my art [Jahdan] Let me just say, the way it's going, it's like Everybody, showing, how some of them Just keep on informin', on themselves, selves, selves [Hook] [Afu-Ra] Mistrust, the justice is chasing us [Jahdan] Your only intentions is to be breakin' us [Afu-Ra] Uh, crooked cops on the block, straight up, is framin' us [Jahdan] So annoy yourself, watch yourself, I keep your a-pole Before me left, you layin', now you want blood pool You seem quick, you loose lips, we sink ships, ey We got that nuff mix, so come yourself, and run this You heard, hit the word, it's the style, it's perverted We get loose on this track, and then we splurge, kid We out of mind, or we just don't care Shoot 'em in the head, to bust they dead, we gettin' weary Puh-puh-puh-puh-puh-puh, we have nuff shots to share [Chorus x2] [Hook] [Afu-Ra] You know I did it again, I do it again I do it again, past tense, yo, I did it again What, how could I come with that influential Quintisential, pore puzzles created by molecules I take it round and round, now round and round Flexin' Blackie Chan up in your part of town [Jahdan] Yo, this be the buttoned down, massive, come, come now Hear this, them tighter you no wanna miss Through out court, out the fire, but you did the chris Lyrics annoint, we hit the target every time, son Use your mind, to overcome, slip the grounds, son My protocon, is profound, son [Chorus] [Hook] |
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| 4:20 |
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(feat. Kenny Muhammed)
[Intro: Afu-Ra] Yeah, Afu-Ra, yo The Human Orchestra Straight come to a revolution, right here Uh-huh-huh, uh-uh.. [Chorus: Afu-Ra] Who got the sound you like, with the sound that's right Quick to say what, say what you like That's right, I'm turning around again Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn't breathe [Afu-Ra] Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin' off of you I fell ten stories, with the venacular Life Force, flowin' off the Human Orchestra My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster Find that ass layin' in a dumpster Obi-Wan, he couldn't show me how to master Mindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin' sushi Spittin' loogies, gettin' groovy, watchin' a movie Spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist Spine tinglin', minglin', phantom linguist Disappear, reappear, I'm smooth as cashmere In light years, and travel through the stratosphere So here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glow No one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes I kicks it yo... from MIDI to SMPTE, I run on, look at your bloody nose [Chorus] [Afu-Ra] Gettin' you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey Rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy I toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee I'm gettin' busy, you gettin' dizzy Gillespie, seizure's like epilepsie Homes, I'm layin' my hat, just like a gipsy I bless me, let's see, if you can test me By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee Honey, no bra's in the vecinity And I ain't tellin' no fibs, like whatever kid You see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bid Me on the track - is like asexual Reproduction, something from nothing Eyes prayin' off like a falcon, boy, yea Don't make me have to get the scalp and boy Bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish Cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin' rubbish [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] I'm on a mission kid, like a 85th track head Fiended out in a route, that's never talked about There I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme control Rock ballads like I was Solid Gold Who on a roll, gang control Surfin' the globe, out of control Ripped her up, until your toes curl I get down and wordy, you heard thee You know it's scrapped up, dirty, like she don't use toilet paper Small enough to fit through a key hole And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist Say no massa kiss, sackin' for hits and percents The infinite, holdin' your breath, it's tryin' to come quick Spinnin' verse, dispersin' rapidly Half hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards be Go get the suburbans and the hurses Whether I'm here or gone, I travel through these verses [Chorus x2] |
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| 3:56 |
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(feat. Don Parmazhane, The Blob)
[Intro: The Blob] Yo, Afu, what's up man It is I, Blob, hehehehe The invisible bully, let's show These cats what time it is [Chorus: The Blob] If you feeling like it's safe, put ya hands up Bust ya head to the beat, and put ya hands up Man, get up out ya seat, and put ya hands up And forget about the beat, put ya hands up If you really got skills, put ya hands up If you trynna get a mil, put ya hands up If you doing, what you doing, put ya hands up If you ballin', with ya crew, put ya hands up [Afu-Ra] You see my mind, has a point of view It's I'm unhurtable, or was it thoughts That you would ever think I cater to The combination of a never lyricist, uh-huh Nah, how they gonna imagine that shit I'm technilogical and anger the lip That's right, I'm like Battlestar Galactica Trapped inside a math book, you want the horrific Plus the terrific, I'm that kung fu kickin', cee-lo player Mad scientist, I'm with the hidden agenda I'm tearin' off my Mask, and yet, I'm still an Avenger I'm ready and the surrender, to go in back of ya neck To put your body, in check, so what's up [Chorus] [Don Parmazhane] If I couldn't rap, my shit'll be tapped in marse code Scanned bout thousand radios, like barcodes Fuck most, I'm the rapper, from down south Spit flames, my throat all soap with a foul mouth The type of cat, that swing a bat, and wild out Treat MC's like kids, put 'em in timeouts Press 'em like tape decks, let them rewind out I'm the best kept secret, D&D done found out You saw me on the news, with the four pound out Five state troopers there, chopped them down Said the found wounded three was upside down Oh shit, what the fuck, Don Parma' done gun out [Chorus] [The Blob] Behold how Blob, will blab a rap, or a hero Cease that crap like cee-lo, chico I drown that damn deliverance, with my demo I'm crack, don't let me do that ass, since Debo [Afu-Ra] Hah, yo, hocus pocus, with a position, gentleman I rub it on, like a letterman It's spearmint fragrance, or a flack of cinnamon Soon as I leave the crime scene, they say it's him again [The Blob] Who warned ya, tear ya half way down like a waffle Pound ya predator, til ya, permimently puzzled Pussy don't push me, or you'll be found in th puddle Now how's that for, a hammerfied huddle [Afu-Ra] Oooh, you dirty rat, I'm stellar If I have to fix it, I'mma kick it acapella Totally time binding, I been ascending Arabian Knight on the track, jump off the building [Chorus] |
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| 16. |
| 3:53 |
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[RZA]
Give me the sign Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh [Afu-Ra] Yo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo Ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo I float like a butterfly, sting like like a bee Muhammed Ali can't groove smooth as I be High karate, enhanced thoughts with kimosabi No mixing me up, I might rock all day Gots to the rim, fight for my kin Like the X-Men, my sense will be simile dressing and visually Pounce my flows round the rings of Saturn Gore-texxing, next section, jet-settin' My key code kept alpha-numeric Ready to set it, payin' the bills, you couldn't get it The blemisher-finisher, finish too sinister Or do you want the asiatic, acrobatic, chiropractic Merit through the backflips Supersonic, chronological, logical We will inwobble you, ill specifics Power flows through it, knowledge ready to rip shit We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] It's the big double dancer, extravaganza Zodiac: Cancer, who's the boss? Tone dancer? No Bob Digi son, I lodge fifty Shots to your mouth, buck, and dodge swiftly City crisis, I roll with po-lices Ain't known to slap dick on all mighty ices As I bathe in the jordan Collect calls, from the comission of Gordon Cult class when I play with the organ Now I'm a free, black man like Morgan Knock your head out the park as if I'm Joe Black Walkin through the halls with bat showin no heart Zig Zag put your ass in the shit bag And steal the show from the thief with a black gag You can run from the gun but you get tagged And I'm back at my lab humming fat bags [Afu-Ra] We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Di-di bodododododo) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this One time in the place to be I'm on the mic, and you know I'm straight rippin' it, G Check, one two in your face you see Afu-Ra transform to electricity My esoterics lyrics, I said it, you're synthetic or sympathetic Rock timbies in peetree dishes Watch me set it, yo Microscope and you transmit through the local news Even though I spit to youths, got to spit the truth I'm insane with the jingle I'm biggin up my knowledge, the rhmyes, the beats, they mingle I'm gettin busy with the lingo Now you don't want it, they don't want it Crack that ass like a Pringle Peginistic with symbols and visuals Adults flock like sheep need miracles It's simple to see, that you holdin with the fairies Thinking of a rap name, you're straight imaginary We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this We get you open with the dangerous language ([RZA] Dangerous) We keep you moving when we bang this, bang this ([RZA] Dangerous) Straight shots to the head when we sang this Drop bombs on this mic, nigga, bang this [RZA] Dodododododododo Bob Digi....Afu-Ra....splashing you....straight up Wisdom cypha, cypha wisdom We can't, we can't ignore the ryhthm True Master on the track, and you might slapped the f**k back, biatch [DJ Premier] Yo, check this out When I say Afu, you say Ra Afu ([Crowd] Ra) Afu ([Crowd] Ra) When I say Afu, you say Ra Afu ([Crowd] Ra) Afu ([Crowd] Ra) When I say Body, you say Life Force Body ([Crowd] Life Force] Body ([Crowd] Life Force] When I say Body, you say Life Force Body ([Crowd] Life Force] Body ([Crowd] Life Force] |
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| 3:57 |
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[DJ Premier scratches]
I'm comin' through It's the voice you can't ignore It's Afu [Guru] Hey yo, this is Gifted Unlimited, peace, Afu You know we been doin' it for years, man Show these fools how it's supposed to be done, baby [Afu-Ra] Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill That's right, I'm stretching out with my tentacles When I nourish my skills The illest with that other shit, Perverted with this Come and step inside the mother ship I got the codes and manuals and microchip to flip the script Parallel to my thoughts, tryin' to get I keep it hooked up, but not the great white hope Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack your jaw Summertime, ladies at the bus stop When I roll without the drop, they yellin' "Shimmy shimmy, Coco Pop" Ill with the slurs, what? And I'm thick like yoghurt Quick to quick to quick to bust a fast word I know you like what you think what you like But I stick out on a track and blind your third-eye sight [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [Afu-Ra] I do it like this and that Straight knowledge drippin' right out my hat Like sex and candle wax As a matter of a fact I take it back, in the days If you wack, in fact, you get the bozack And the chickens, are thinkin' they finger-lickin' Tryin' to get the party kicking But really they should be stinking Crack the asphalt, while doing lyrical somersaults Slang slay your head, bang a boogie I got a think-tank, that's lighting up with the blinks Move and sway but I'm compared to mint Some cats can't forget the spiritual and mental Straight up, yo, I slap 'em with a miracle Expressing everything, including the kitchen sink Building on topics from aluminium and zinc So while you fix your kicks, I do triple axels Get in your bath or round the rink [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [Afu-Ra] When I spark it up, and you ingest my skills I'm hanging down like I'm testicles Romancing like Cassa', more steps than a dancer Got a Pop Quiz? Yo, I help you with the answers I'm Master Marvel, scribble the illest novel 80 more albums, I got more pages than the bible Never allow my energy through Leviticus As I rebirth my soul, glowing Genesis Eyes tearing through the fog Shout my brothers and sisters Who studied the Qua'ran From a path of hip-hop Shall arm in a synagogue Dinner china mushroom song As the night prolongs That means I'm 'bout to put it on So abrasive, and persuasive Thugs pulled out of my set, stop pace makers Peace: computer-whizzes, graph-writers and breakers [Guru] Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard Why do you think that we should settle for less? Now take a deep breath No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest Kid you know who we are Afu to the Gang to the Starr We got props on every boulevard [DJ Premier scratches] I'm comin' through I'm holding aura, it backs the voice you can't ignore I'm comin' through It's Afu, you know who, I'm comin' faster [DJ Premier] Yo, check this out You know it's on the popper when I'm on the scene That's right, it's me, DJ Premier Representing Gang Starr and all the affiliations along with it And right about now, you in tune to Life Force Radio That's the way it goes down, and that's the way it's gonna be Word up and we outta here, DJ Premier and I'm out Peace! [Digital voice] You have been listening to Life Force Radio |
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