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(Rampage)
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush Speak up The word on the street is the Rampage return Uh (Busta) Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times All my real live soldiers throw your hands up All my real live women throw your hands up All my real strong bustas throw your hands up All my real live players throw your hands up Hah! (Rampage) Check it out, like this y'all The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest Love success, I'm gettin money progress Travellin for free from state to state That's how I get my idea to create I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been FUBU I make Def Jams like Rick Rubin I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone Keep low like an Eskimo Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do' It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore Givin you more and more I just came home from tour It's my time to burn to explore I'm comin through the floor with Low X I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks I'm the baddest man on the wax Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks Flipmode deep we bring good things to light Put down your gun and light I'm in it to win it plus I'm wildin for da night (Busta) All my muthaf**kas in the place to be you feel right, throw your hands up WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight Serious let's get busy cause we WILD FOR DA NIGHT My Flipmode niggas gettin WILD FOR DA NIGHT Niggas in New York gettin WILD FOR DA NIGHT My niggas in the West gettin WILD FOR DA NIGHT |
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(feat. GangStarr)
[Funkmaster Flex scratchin] [Redman] "Funkmaster Flex" - [Redman] "Funkmaster Flex" [?] "Funkmaster" [Redman] "Flex" [Redman] "Fu-funk, fu-funk, ma-ma, ma-ma Ma-ma, mas-master Flex" [Guru] "Funkmaster Flex" [Flex] "Volume-volume-volume three" [Guru] If I was a ballplayer, then I would dunk on ya faster But since I'm a trackslayer, I fuck with Funkmaster Premier lace the beat, so it can bump faster Gurizzi, on Volume Thrizi, I gets busy Since the days of the Quarters, Union Square, and the Castle Been known to hold my own, if you give me a hassle Rassle with this MC here, on the mic Niggaz know they ain't prepared for the fight Talk about your skills all day, I'm still bored You disobeyed the laws, got no cause to kill for You build your rep, off the next man's style Played the role, and stole the page out the next man's file You can't test, one of the best, in this art form Ain't toleratin blatant disrespect for this art form Whether or not I make a track to keep the charts warm I come to do a show, pros and hoes, know it's on From BK to Uptown, and all around See how easy, they all fall down While suckers go off, and show off, I throw your whole bluff off That semi old school rapper that you grown up off Come off the top rope, just like the Junkyard Dog To the mat, with my ill kid form of rap Take that, what I just spat, and then store that Just like on a Pentium with CD-rom and all that Fly shit, that we create, just like that We great like that, straight like that GangStarr, y'knowhatI'msayin? Funkmaster Flex Now till forever baby [Funkmaster Flex scratchin] [Redman] "Funkmaster Flex" [Guru] "Funkmaster Flex" [Nas] "Funkmaster" - ?"Flex" [Redman] "Fu-funk, fu-funk, ma-ma, ma-ma Ma-ma, mas-master Flex" [Guru] "Funkmaster Flex" [Flex] "Volume-volume-volume three" [Flex] Yeah, uhh, yeah, what, what |
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Lay ya hammer (lay ya hammer)
Lay ya hammer kid (lay ya hammer kid) They want the drama bring it to 'em F**k 'em Ghostface: All rise meet the preacher this pro dueler been diagnosed Diabetic keptic I'm your host Lock the vanilla suede British Staten Island mall menace Otherwise posin' as a dentist in my lenses Pinball machine gun rap spoke to Arafat Laundry maid honey can't blow in this hat What Method Man: Is it raw now Change it around It's war now The final countdown commences The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature Pain stings with 'Ma Baker Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Freedom come meet your maker Inspektah Deck: Yo Another sound boy's dyin' Crowd noise multiplyin' Don't let the fuzz slide in bust out the sirens Sure win lure 'em in like exotic women I smile with the sinister grin and finish him You're f**kin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back Ya fraud, pull the wool off your hollywood hat U-God: Yo Yo Yo The track melts in half liquors have this brave meaning Supreme being being all that I can being Picture wavy beavers meat cleaving your receiver Fly sunny cheeba leather buckets dirty reefer Fast floatin' grill residential honey hill Stainless steel rashes sheisty catch a money bill Raekwon: It's all gravy We floatin' through like the British navy Fresh design lady love the fade keep it wavy The mix drink - throw the dick in the drink Play it baby girl caught ya Exotic album Cuban Link Custom AV's beige panties who could front on these please Ya'll niggas broke so much your uncle sells trees Gza: Yo High ranked officials and armed tanks and missles Blood drizzle simple fact you slept on the issue That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega I made tapes a hundred watt amps insuring Vegas Rza fine tune it shippin' meal units MC's ask, who be those rhyme killers in masks? No doubt difficult task to last in the square Beware infinte amount of darts is in the air I'm victorious no opponents and blast through components And microphones watch the whole world live the moment Anything anti that came approachin' this Incapable lust speech remains motionless Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer) Lay ya hammer kid (Lay ya hammer kid) Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer) |
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House OF Pain - Jump Around
Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin I came to win Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk Yo, I'll bust em in the eye And then I'll take the punks home Feel it, funk it Amps it are junking And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking Donuts shop Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill Plus my mom and my pops Chorus I came to get down (2x) So get out your seats and jump around Jump around (3x) Jump up Jump up and get down. Jump (18x) I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho Word to your moms I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none So if you come to battle bring a shotgun But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill Chorus I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and you know I might switch It up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya Chorus Jump (32x), |
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