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I'm hoping to see the day When my people Can all relate We must stop fighting To achieve the peace That was torn in our country We shall all be free Follow me Why don't you follow me To a place Where we can be free Come with me Over there An interracial hate train And there's love to share Can you feel it It's in the air Know its time for changes Time for us to care Follow me Why don't you follow me To a place Where we can be free Where we'll all be free |
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Now let's get right on down to the skit A baby is brought into a world of pits And if it could've talked that soon In the delivery room It would've asked the nurse for a hit The reason for this? The mother is a jerk Excuse me, junkie Which brought the work of the old Into a new light, what a way But this what a way Has been a way of today Anyway push couldn't shove me To understand a path to a basehead Consumer should erase it in the first wave But second wave forms relievers And believers will walk to it Then even talk to it and say (You got my body now you want my soul) Nah, can't have none of that Tell 'em what to say Mase (Say no go) DOVE: Nah, no my brother No my sister Try to get hip to this Word, word to the mother I'll tell the truth So bear my witness Fly like birds of a feather Drugs are like pleather You don't wanna wear it No need to ask that question Just don't mention You know what the answer is POS: Now I never fancied Nancy But the statement she made Held a plate of weight I even stressed it to Wade DOVE: Did he take any heed? POS: Nah, the boy was hooked You coulda phrased the word "base" And the kid just shook In his fashion class once an A now an F The rock rules him now The only designs left Were once clothes made for Osh-Kosh Has converted to nothing but stonewash DOVE: Now hopping in a barrel is a barrel of fun But don't hop in if you wanna be down, son 'Cause that could mean Down and out as an action What does that lead to? Dum da dum dum People say what have I done for all my years My tears show my hard earned work I heard shoving is worse than pushing But I'd rather know a shover than a pusher 'Cause a pusher's a jerk (Say no go) POS: Believe it or not The plots forms a fee More than charity But the course doesn't coincide With the ride of insanity Is it a chant that slants The soul to fill for it? I know it's the border That flaunts the order To kill for it DOVE: Standing, scheming on a young one Taking his time 8 ball for a cool pool player Racked it all Tried to break, miscued Got beat by the boy in blue Next day you're out By the spot once more Looking hard for a crack in the hole I ask what's the fix for the ill stuff Word to the Dero The answer shoulda been no POS: Run me a score from the funky four plus one more (It's the joint!) Rewind that back This is the age for a new stage of fiend Watch how the junkies scream For their crack "It's the crack"t should explain it from the start Behind the ideals of cranking up the heart Now the Base claims shot over every part (Say no go) (Say no go) (Don't even think about it) (Say no go) (Say no go) |
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You're going to dance
You're going to dance You're going to dance And have some fun Dig The chills that you spill Up my back keep me filled With satisfaction when we're done Satisfaction of what's come I couldn't ask for another I I I I No I couldn't ask for another that's right Your groove I do deeply dig No walls only the bridge My supper dish My succotash wish sing it baby I couldn't ask for another I I I I No I couldn't ask for another Groove is in the heaaaart Groove is in the heaaaart Groove is in the heaaaart astronomical Groove is in the heaaaart hit me Watch out The depth of hula groove Moves us to the nth hoop We're going through too Horten hears a whooo I couldn't ask for another I I I I No I couldn't ask for another DJ Soul was on a roll I've been told he can't be sold He's not vicious or malicious Just dee lovely and delicious I couldn't ask for another Someone's in this torso Hot Gotta deal you wanna know Dee Liteful truly Dee Liteful Makin' it doin' it 'specially at show Feeling kinda high like a Hendrix haze Music makes motion moves like a maze All inside of me side Heart especially yeah Help of the rhythm where I wanna be Flowin' glowin' with electric eyes ha You dip to the dive baby you'll realize Baby you'll see the funky side of me Baby you'll see that rhythm is the key Get get ready with it Can't can't quit it quit it Stomp on the stoop when I hear a funk loop Playing Pied Piper Follow what's true Baby just sing about the groove sing it Groove is in the heaaaart Groove is in the heaaaart Groove is in the heaaaart Groove is in the heaaaart 1 2 3 brrrrr Blow them horns oh lord Groove is in the heart Groove is in the heaaaart Groove is in the heaaaart Groove is in the heaaaart Groove is in the heaaaart |
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[Verse 1]
Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young But so you think that it's your destiny To get the best of me, but I suggest to be Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I'm not fakin' it Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know...how I kick it just like this... [Verse 2] I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident Yes, cuz I'm that type of man Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under I make no errors, mistakes or blunders It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts Smooth operator, female persuader Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her I got the kind of style for the here and the now And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know...how Bust it! [Verse 3] MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin' I'll treat 'em like doublemint gum and start chewin' I spit 'em out when the flavour's gone And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn Cuz I'm tough like a bone, sly like Stallone Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect I start to build like a builder from a architect Movin' all around, above and under the ground You see my face, and then you hear my sound Comin' atcha with the mic in hand I'm gonna take command just the way I planned Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan Don't you understand? I'm like Superman Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal? You better be for real, I got sex appeal This is what I feel, and this here's my vow And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how...and I'm chillin', never illin' In my mouth I got two fillin's...whatever! I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it... ['Apache' until fade] |
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Back to life, back to reality ( x3)
Back to the here and now yeah Show me how, decide what you want from me Tell me may be I could be there for you However do you want me, However do you need me How, however do you want me, However do you need me. Back to life, back to the present time, Back from a fantasy Yeah, tell me now, take the iniative I'll leave it in your hands until you're ready oh However do you want me, However do you need me How, however do you want me However do you need me, However do you want me However do you need me How, however do you want me However do you need me (x5) I live at the top of the block, No more room for trouble or fuss Need a change, a positive change look Look it's me writing on the wall However do you want However do you Back to life, back to the day we have Let's end this foolish game Hear me out don't let me waste away Make up your mind so I know where I stand |
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