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check the pace
where you used to pick up the pace headin' for collision like the dragrace remember situation nowhere some props "oh you're tops ? now, how you on there ?" used to stand in the corner, try to get warmer bustin' moves, routines, how to be the best performer eyeballin', standin' tall and steady, yes y'all'n vocation, what yo facin', claimin' it's your call and here you'd go, rhymeflow, versatile steelo more finesse on vocab, like you would perfect the electro boogie ? rookie ! ? the regular transform to the swivy chiefrock on the flock, status becomin' heavy always feel the breath of the ones behind you left as a peer prize in front hunger overcomes if the mind ain't clear runner up, it's a runner up now, best slow down, like the b in brand nuby fame penetrates, then fades, like the life of jack ruby succes is a carcass, rottin' like leftover one day happy as clover, next day flash in the pan, move it over then flavor is a major, not the real survivor eat a dish, prepare another, stay alive revolution's a solution when the peeps dig the contribution hit by confusion, seclusion, makes it only amusing runner up, it's a runner up |
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I want in
Not to be down with Count me in Not to be down with Lizards' tongues licking, everything is pivoting To be on top Like constantine Ready to scheme up From every crack and seam Devils team up Got to get the fabric, got to get the fabric I want in Not to be down with Lizards' tongues licking, everything is pivoting To be on top Got to get the fabric, got to get the fabric I want in Not to be down with I know it's a sin When my big frown hits Got to get the fabric, got to get the fabric Lizards' tongues licking, everything is pivoting To be on top Here's the man who stands on the outside Inside looking Here's the man standing on the outside Inside looking, what you've been cooking up Want to be the man who shakes with his Right hand, stabs with the left hand In two seconds flat |
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Finally the truth shone through
It's all hell when the smell's on you Used to read all the papers Mags that caught the vapors Takin' a crap with the tab, ain't takin' no shit Who turns to be the vandal What's the drugscandal Shit worn out like a pair of hippiesandals Stuff got really trippy on me I blew the picture huge Like a skippy, and see It's all out-o'-proportions Their notion, presumption The speculation - causin' irritation like guitar distortion Yep, pencils get pushed, poison flows out Printing on paper, paper on the doormat Watch brothers scream out How to live with a big knife, avoid the daylight Hawk with bloodred eyes Through the night ? Finally the truth shone through It's all hell when the smell's on you Got to live a life through, hectic like a zoo Got to go for what you know, what would you do ? Avoid the paperstand and Cast glances elsewhere and On your feet when the heat is on withstand Be a man The titan with the item, hard to beat and fight 'em Some come to throw the odds against And simply duck-'n-slide them Got the thing right, professionalism opposite Heard the cynicism, watch how it get dropped kid ! Wreck with the data Flow like a feather Get yourself in check, expect heavy weather So finally the truth shone through Take the papers when I got to do A heavy poo-poo Ask myself what's new, ask myself what's new And flush the toilet through |
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This is all about music how to use it, they call it songs
If a rapper doesn't sing, well they call it wrong While Remington raps on, coming on strong Critics let their face grow long Face my music for once I doubt if you can You've been brainwashed too much as a public man This is no kid T.V.'s your pet your radio set, I scan Popular music gives crap jams, you've been blinded, narrow minded You know rap is big with the crowds nothing's behind it They just dance if they like it, so they clock it Don't be misled by my size when I rock it This is no kid Mr. Top-50 Biznizman talking so slick Don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip Why a lie rappers only flip their lip Both sides of the globe call this music hip Still knocking on doors of pop to make discs While big men fake it with crapoid artists Discotheques' answer ain't raps they ask for A quick jam, pay wannabees, a few plaster Just think you're a master with your ghetto blaster Pipedreams about gold, but big men go faster But you've hyped the type of music that holds you in a grip When you pay this critics give it a miss Dissin' the circuit, you say 'why, what this is !' 'Cos you rock like a kid, I gotta do it right This is no kid Absorbing the words, it's absurd People go with the crowd like a herd The bits, the music, the whole words Copy the style without own effort If they are the herd, then I must be the herd man Inventing fresh jams firsthand You said it was nothing, not worth a damn Too hard, too noisy, my show a five or ten But the media men clap their hands Now you wonder, guess how we did the good hook It's the guitar, DJ, bass, the drummer's foot Crumb up y'all, you never get these roots This is no kid |
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My style is triple, quadruple, damage for mc's
I make 'em huff 'n puff like mufflers for meineke Human exhaust, you wanna get lost ? Rhymes plus exxon ride brains like alain prost Mc clowns, I blaze towns I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust cloud All you monkeys, donkeys, alternative junkies I'm strictly t-rex, 'n my rap just crunch, see The jive 'n babble, throw heavy scrabble Sparkles plus the bubbles plus the flavor like snapple All you socalled rebels heavy metal cattle Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle Hunt a stunt like 'red october', ain't crossin' over Oops ! scud scrub ? patriot makes pulver The music hits, fierce as it is Check the brothers in the crowd that 'hiss' Good grief Industry check to mac, and wanna know me I kick against control untamed like wild pony Stay lonely like tony, attract like coney island My style man, don't need no master, flasher Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock I sport more techniques confidential than fort knox Sort of tool - glock - automatic on the static Synthetic - plastic ?- you stay ready with the cascet I throw a style, now a freak wants to test it It's crazy mega fab, makes your hottie cher I crush mc jaws who oughtta be chandelier And drop the ltter - on the quitter The survival-rival gets stranger Much fitter Worldwide you get served like stinky cheese More force than a sexual intercourse So mc's please ! Brothers amaze - keep 'em all in a daze With the wild funk blaze Good grief One time for your mind now, as I have to climb now Step by step now, where your rap now I kick the flavor like a wes craven People under my stairs wanna steal like raven Black with breaks wanna croak when spoken to Some shitty nonsense beat, you gotta be jokin' too The rhyme enforcer, rhythm corsair Hit the core with force, well of course oh ! Don't give me that lip lip Like he thought that he could I frown on bullshit like my name's clint eastwood You come with fronts, stunts 'n poses I welcome you to my jungle Like my name was guns 'n roses I blast the sound, you check the sound You gotz to be down, and be like charlie brown Saying good grief |
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people come, friends go
wonder for the reason summer is one season long dark days, storms ahead forces get you soakin' wet makes you longing for your bed, warm cycle's on, leaves drop dead the ones you love, go instead yellow pictures paint your past gone last not least, not least but last can you laugh hihihi hahaho good times, man, it has been a bliss now it's strictly bizniz grab a coat can you kiss this off wish and be like busiek image that will surely last thoughts when the people lack soul people come and friends go wonder for the reason summer is one season old last but least, not least but last can you laugh |
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ninety minutes, got so much to say
front and forgery fifteen minutes, but the girl wants me to stay front and forgery suit and tie, suit and tie becomes so amicable front and forgery pass the time, pass the time with liquids and chemicals front and forgery pass on, pass on, move on ??forget it ! get started, don't know where it begins front and forgery pull it off at loose ends front and forgery autograph, fix a laugh and hide a frown front and forgery just a band that's new in town front and forgery pass on, pass on, move on ??forget it ! it's cheap wake me up while I lie asleep it's cheap throw boulders while the road is steep it's cheap |
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Don't keep me framed like this, yo
You got me in the wrong state, wrong phase man This is just my face This not what I am Trapped like 'john' mac rebennack In the wrong place, wrong time Now I'm freezed in the minds As that kind out of line Porcupine, yes man I can sting You don't know me, you don't know me With that bullshit that they bring Never caught me stealin', but I'm still feelin' And I'm dragged outta my bed Would you look appealin' ? Scrutinized like mice, for years to come 'N I don't even know where I'm comin' from Got me framed, got me framed Got me framed, got me framed Got me framed, got me framed Don't keep me framed, like this yo ! like this yo ! You got me in the wrong state, wrong phase man This is just my face This not what I am Subject and one of the mass See I'm all that Diverse from upper-class, See I'm all that See I'm all that and it's a fact I bleed when you beat But a principle idea, belief You can never crack You got me black and blue battered But I can go boogie down bronx buck wild When you want damage done See what you're seeing, but this can't be shun It's me, you call disease A human being one |
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I'm like batman, I'm glad man, I swing my boomerang
clock stetsons ? heads on ? catch attention grab retired mc's their pensions dimension ? suspension, switch a button head runs like an engine ? should I mention brain excites after few grand donation - ovation brain ignites like benzedrine dieseloil, slick to be coil, foil spittin' rhymes like a gargoyle mccoy all, destroy all who try to soil my ground, path, space, even my zone the clone - the one who rocks his mouth proud, soon sucks a syphon laxative, crap the shit, hyperactive for the bowels baby mc's should be clean ? here's the towel diaper, 'cos I'm hyper ? plus I'm the babysit what time is it - time to refresh kid - my wit, you bit my funky cuckoo crap - runs outta your ass kid - shit smell scents, whack mc's' fragrance heap of waste, crap-mc jams take a pick, take a style if you dare 'cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare stunner to the crumb-bun, I'm like a plumber pull yo brainplug, flow down the lump tumor, bummer, diseased cells make you lumber infect your humor, call my number again - the man - wit pepjam, medicine, anacin vitamin - penicillin pencil-push bacteria, you can't skill 'em local rapeteria for topbillin' slobbin' - nil and - timekillin' for caterpillarin' - my rap caters like plants rap insects build eggs to propagate to a butterfly phase to flaunt beauty wings fully detailed, all surrogate for your lyrics, but you forgot to wipe the booty moody ? I'm not ? sting like a bee on gerry cooney hocus pocus - styles to pick the one to whose bogus I focus my antenna, I'm gonna plague your dome like locust mentis - hench this - you like beans and cabbage the ambitions so nutritious ? so call me beast or savage your style is poor, hard to score, against the carnivore you got beef ready ? plus be steady on a metaphore take a pick, take a style if you dare 'cos I'm prepared for metaphore warfare |
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well, it's damage
it will happen I'm a loose cannon two worlds collide something will have to die two worlds unite nobody gets by often said it more often done it no intention, no promise I said I'd listen but I didn't like the news bad ignition but I couldn't defuse I should've stayed my hand I should've stayed my hand be noble like norrin radd |
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Don't learn while you get spoonfed
What are you stupid ? Believe everything inside your head What are you stupid ? Stick to the way you're born and bred What are you stupid ? A bond is a drag in the end Yeah, you're stupid, stupid ! These are the words, but they don't make contact These are the words These are the words, but they don't make contact These are the words These are the words, but they don't make contact These are the words Wanna teach but you can't even reach That's real stupid Allow these deeds to keep up the peace Yeah, you're stupid All this speech separates one and each Say it's stupid But can I meet you along the way Please, or is this stupid, stupid ! Explain the unexplainable to your fellowman What are you stupid Get hurt by someone's poisonous pen What are you stupid Say no words while you wanna be heard What are you stupid Action speaks louder than words Yeah, you're stupid |
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wake up, it's seven o'clock on the dot
got the aches to raise you need a crutch nouriture, nurture the vulture facin' up to mano-a-mano culture no chance for algofobia pissin' on suburbia snail living keeps tempo so stagnant rush for the bus, it's us smell the fragrance ! huddle down the alleys, floodin' the stairwells if that won't break your shell astro city will ! ! nine o'clock, followed by the tragic ten one hour of torture seven more by then collegiate bluff, it's gonna turn you off bosses crawlin' working ants, got their ears heated off picture them in cahoots just a bunch of toodle-loo fruits/ three piece suits by twelve... everyday blitzkrieg, everyday |
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I kick the music so hard
People get injuries Step to me, be a big stitch mc Lyrics I chop, kick skills like jacky chan Many props, loot, gladly pay the tax man Flex plans, leave bodybags full o' men Kick a tune like a can Scratch heads with stray cat I'm steady shapin' on these apes Plus the squad took some time off, with the wild funk So what ? You figure, you bigger when you fill the void I got the stacks to check yo head Like the beasty boys I heard your airplay 'n tracks, Bullshit 'n flack, men on stage, Pamper trainers lacked, Droppin' voodoo on doo doo I'm mad defiant cuttin' armchairs with knives Airplay keep tryin', foolin' the flock, What up ?, I'm straight up sleepin' skeletons With microphones, who's grimreapin' It's the demagogue It's the demagogue Hear the demagogue, funky demagogue Look and learn with the demagogue Six six six clone take a pick, Snail bits, fail as dish I eat galactic, poltergeist plus heist, Plus I rip shit Weak minds say rhymes combined with crucifix Chairs go up, hair go up, fleas fall over Ego puffed ?, watch me go off ! Doper with flair, deliver trauma 'n nightmare You duck with hunchback as I punch back With rap bat dust 'N bust off antique metaphore Jurassic park raw, I'm carnivore, You omnivore, I flow fat on tracks, Like kids called fat joe Lyrics on diet, when you tried on wax so bogus I focus, play hocus-pocus, Yo homes, I plague domes like locust, Mc's cup ear, better hear some authority Lyrical gestapo, introducin' tha majority Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like Wanna see a joke, check a look-a-like Lyrical mass I bash 'n flex it Perfect bionic atomic, When germs hit styles not really matched up In atmosphere rags pushed 'n dressed up Shoot missiles that sizzle, carve scars on yo Rhymes take off like planes from la guardia I stand solid on bedrock, called new york, You gotz beef ? I eat it with knife 'n fork Foul like a pig on a bum Beggin' for some knight stick to lyric Billy-clubbin' 'em, now oh' what look up ! See what yo took up ! Weak raps make no bail, you keep booked up Mc's learn quick, the kid wears no badge Stupid brain, restrain, with plasters 'n padge Now give me room, watch me bloom like kurt cobain Attract a million ears, make 'em all insane |
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I don't want to be standoffish
but I ain't gonna rot in your office tried to adapt, now who's fooling who? get more response, relate more in a zoo pulsatin' veins, migraine what a day more ways to reach, without nothing to say no need for the shanhara suit this x-o manowar ain't on the rescue planet ultra one junkie said to the other junkiehead " did you get what I told you to get ? " showed the emergency-stash, and got upset just to see planet ultra wanted to see planet ultra planet ultra time running hours in seconds flat sip another sip of cheap beaujolais fungus with the faeces big thesis wanna go out with a bang and tell jesus all the others deserve the great nebula this is planet planet ultra if you can't see it, you're not supposed to see it if you can't hear it, you're not supposed to hear it |
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Put sandbags and barricades
Just to protect all I'm known to be the chunky lyrical shrapnell Ricochet, - what he say ?, get slain, won't say It another day Metaphore impact, chests cave in, big way Like 'death becomes him or her' Big hole unfold, unwise to wish the absurd Rappers can't take lyrical obstacles Estafette, you can bet my timing is phenomenal Steeple-chase with the bass, tempo, ain't a turtle He trips over pebbles, I take rhymes With the hurdles The title for grabs 'Cos of my time lapse Pioneers hear the cheers Of the bloodsuckin' peers Got to reach the peak supercrafty like cavalier He's fronting for conquistador but he's the devil here Made a perfect start and pass it to an allie See him on the tracks 'For the finish doin' shuteye Pass the baton right ' One two three four five senses working overtime ' How to freak the wild funk, line by line Heavy technique, make 'em catch for breath Rapstrangle from every angle, what's left Seen weasels fakin' 'cockdieselness' - whacker Take positions on squares like checkers, I'm the wrecker You must be down with jimi fakin' castles in the sand Tidal wave, sneak-a-peek on these whack bands The funny game's to catch that moneytrain Wesley plus woody, but you're not that goodie Go against the grain I'm a 'trekkie' doin' work like kirk fullthrottle Got the bends, bust some sense in heads with a bottle ! Cycle running in a threadmill, think that's classy? Pick up your face from the gravel, so bloody and messy Pass the baton right |
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