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I came in the door, I said it before
I never let the mic magnetize me no more But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme I can't hold it back, I'm looking for the line, Taking off my coat, clearing my throat The rhyme will be kicking it until I hit my last note My mind remains to find all kinda ideas Self-esteem makes it seem like a thought took years to build But still say a rhyme after the next one Prepared, never scared, I'll just bless one And you know that I'm the soloist So Eric B, make 'em clap to this I don't bug out or chill or be acting ill No tricks in '86, it's time to build Eric B easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed Cuz to me, MC means move the crowd I made it easy to dance to this But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist Say "Indeed" then I proceed cuz my man made a mix If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix his fingertips, so I rhyme until there's no rhymes left I hurry up because the cut will make him bleed to death But he's kicking it cuz it ain't no half steppin' The party is live, the Rak can't be kept inside if he's eruptin' just like a volcano It ain't the everyday style or the same old rhyme Cuz I'm better then the rest of them Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim Go get a girl and get soft and warm, Don't get excited, you've been invited to a quiet storm But now it's out of hand cuz you told me you hate me And then you ask what have I done lately First you said all you want is love and affection Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection Take you out, buy you all kinds of things You caught an attitude, you need food to eat up I'm scheming like I'm dreaming on a couch wit my feet up You scream I'm lazy, you must be crazy Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me |
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| 3:39 |
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| 8. |
| 3:06 |
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Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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| 11. |
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| 12. |
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| 13. |
| 3:24 |
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Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! Well here's another one WHAT! In the gutter one WHAT! Getting running up Troblesome extra double double I come to feed them The feed em then I shreed em So what if that I'm cheating. And where's everyone when I sound YA gwan now yeah I'm gonna show you how come on ALL AND TOGETHER NOW! Yeaah, ohh yeaah! YEAH! That's how we gotta be so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that Think about the payoffer so left with an automatic rifle For last against the lighting last bullets first On Line Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine Peace to the brothers on break his sign Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his criminal lickin' buck my eye, Oh my god I'm so high Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what!? Just they say to make get Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing Ooohh Sticky swift blast of the basty Of the basty basty bast bashing Aaahh Then I provide I provide the you was cheat. Beside the getto five Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE I come across with no fear For sure! Un-adult un-rated un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan alive I'm the plonic sonic UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS The villian JUU, crooks UUU, hot midas in confide us. See the big jerk put you look inside us, My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic Directin' it When y'all least expected it And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so, SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! I'm a b-boy Standin in my b-boy stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants The mad author of anguish My language, Polluted Onyx is heavyweight And still undisputed!! He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes I've paid so many dues, I feel used and abused And I'm.... so confused umm, excuse me, for example I'm the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers Its straight immitation A figment, of your imagination But but but but wait it gets worse!! I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst Comin thru wit a scam, a fullproof plan B-boys make some noise, and just, JUST SLAM! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM |
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| 3:44 |
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To da one on da flam
boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric damn the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin' it's all over when go out drinkin' OH makin' my mind slow, that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh bro, I got ta' maintain cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane chorus: insane in da membrane insane in da brain! (repeat 4x) Do my shit undercover now it's time for for the blubba blaba to watch dat belly get fatter fat boy on a diet don't try it I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass leavin' your face in the grass you know I don't take a chulo lightly punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got ta get my props cops come and try to snatch my crops these pigs wanna blow my house down and undrground to the next town they get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the night loose scared yes I'm the pirate pilot of this ship if I get wit' the ultraviolet dream hide from the red light beam now do you believe in the unseen look, but don't make you eyes strain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus |
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| 2:36 |
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| 2:51 |
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Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill, You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! I like the way you come Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! |
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| 2:54 |
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Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard
When love comes to an end You may have found another That's when troubles just begin I've seen so much pain that comes with love Sometimes I wish I was blind His tears they just keep falling I must leave you behind His words don't come easy I know they never do Every time I say I'm leaving My lips won't make a sound Now they won't make a sound Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard When love comes to an end And every times when we were happy But some scars never mend I've got to leave you in the morning I'm on my knees, I cry for help But our love has long quit living Your heart for someone else These words they don't come easy Oh now they never do Every time I say I'm leaving My lips won't make a sound Now they won't make a sound Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard When love comes to an end Oh it's so hard, baby, it's so hard When love comes to an end, it so hard His tears they just keep falling I must leave you behind His words don't come easy I know they never do 힘들지 않나요 사랑이 왔다 떠나면요 다른 사랑을 찾았을 수도 있어요 그러면 괴로움이 시작되죠 사랑과 함께 고통도 따라 오는 걸 난 수 없이 많이 보았어요 때로는 앞이 보이지 않았으면 해요 눈물은 그치지 않고 나는 당신을 두고 떠나야 해요 말이 쉽게 나오지 않죠 절대 쉽게 나오지 않아요 떠난다는 말을 할 때마다 말이 차마 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 힘들지 않나요 사랑과 행복했던 시간이 끝에 다다르면요 하지만 아물지 않는 상처도 있어요 아침이면 당신을 떠나야 해요 난 무릎 꿇고 도움을 애걸하지만 우리 사랑은 오래 전에 생을 다했어요 당신의 마음은 다른 사람에게 있으니까요 이 말이 쉽게 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 내가 떠난다고 할 때마다 차마 말이 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 힘들지 않나요 사랑이 끝에 다다르면요 정말 힘들어요 사랑의 끝은 정말 힘들어요 눈물은 그치지 않고 나는 당신을 두고 떠나야 해요 말이 쉽게 나오지 않죠 절대 쉽게 나오지 않아요 |
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Well on your marks and get set And cant forget to go Incase you didn't know the flow if fat like joe(like joe) Yo..you niggedy know that im back man Your wack man/i eat a nigga like i'm pacman I biggedy bring it/straight form the cella For reala packin more hits than lou pinella I swella/nigga in his eye if he tess me You dont impress me Ey yo books bring the rest g... Uhh..one time for yo mind Eh yo what up its.. The crew thats bringin ruckus no doubt We the ruffest dream team Reign supreme like a cutlass Get duckets the dough Cant touch the flow It's me the nigga wit g'z The b double o k-s On top that i'll bus your caliber When i pop shit and rock shit like metallica Straight to the heart of them street fake niggas Your all up in my face/wanna sell my tape niggas So honey shake your figures and show me whatcha got (blow the spot)das efx wit the real hip hop Chorus To the hiddip the hop it don't stop(don't stop) Das efx wit the real hip hop(hip hop) To the hiddip the hop it don't quit(don't quit) Das efx and we came to rip shit(rip shit) Eh okiedokie Next nigga ta quote me I hope he got more miracles than smokey Wont be no discussion/strictly bumrushin Head rushin like gotti Your in my dangerfield like rodney So howdy/let me introduce for my peeps Straight from the sewer Sayin true to the streets Well it's me crazy drazy Bringin up the rear I swear/we got to hold it down here yeah So there..let me crack a brew and kick my feet up Turn the heat up And smiggedy smoke all the weed up Kids i beat up/wit my style thats the newest My crew is/runnin more ruckus than carl lewis It's from the sewer now ya see me on tha top So stop and recognizt the niggas on ya block Chorus Yo mc's is irrelevant And delicate to the texture And this style of mines is well defined like webster Aint a better nigga raw from the jaw jabber-jibber When i get stone like sharon from sliver Equppied ta/riggedy rip the microphone to shreds Dread yo come and hit these niggas in the head... Well i connect my rhymes like lego So lego my eggo, i burn ya like waco You need more than maaco I take it to ya crew and keep em moving like im uhaul Im here to school yall Figgedy faggots like rupaul I throw a screwball and strike out the mc And if he temps me I knock em out like jack dempsey I burn some sensi and chase em wit the guiness The illest..hit me wit the hook because i'm finished Chorus |
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