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BACKDRAFT! We ain't tryin to make you cats laugh
So talk that, we stack cash (BLAST) how long will rap last if it only had corny MC's Arsonists settin fires three-sixty degrees, BACKDRAFT! Who wanna start a trend, when it shouldn't even be a trend to be reckoned with, I think too many MC's are forgettin I gather your whole crew, pull your pupils out your nostrils Bad, raise my staff like witchcraft, takin em out for talkin back BACKDRAFT! My arch enemies I'm fire fightin So if you think of takin us out your lucky ? expire you may retire MC's get passed out like flyers, more dope rhymes than Scarface got coke lines You couldn't jerk me if you soaked mine You get broke nine, in ten different ways, start at your armpiece Then we continue Plus I won't stop til your whole frame is deceased Aiyyo man all your firestations cause these rappers burn through molecules It's possible rockin you from your pores to your follicles Droppin true skills (WORLDWIDE) We rip it unrestricted, my ends terrific Label this here, a pyroglyphic Got you addicted now you wanna get (high) but you ain't takin flight And since you're out, sleepin, sweet dreams, cause we be breakin night Creatin tight songs One style, is never necessary I'm magnificent, better word, would be extrodinary We toured through every fort and many thought we couldn't motivate So hold your weight, ain't nuttin personal, it's just your flow we hate Four-five, ? off, like inferanl Damn it's he that makes the minimals that's now bein depleted How you sounded is repeated, witcha ? rap that flows to see the rhymin as the planet soul of providence.. So what so MC's know that I go nuts cause I bring hernia pain Female MC's always treat me like a vericose vein Cause they don't want it Plain and simple I break it down like enzymes and still got lyrical microbiologists decodin my rhymes DNA structure Flucuate, great dictation with them cross and fadin's and them Krylon illustrations We'll head out, it's amazin what be comin out the projects like suburban families, cleanin out they hallway closets Deposit right into sockets of wannabe model prophets And I curse if you don't jock it, I'm stop you doo doo poppin You floppin you coppin please, ease up to be the sharpest Got you suckers on deez, external my ? is slobbin BACKDRAFT! Burning all those, who wannabe copycatters That's right Trying to score runs on a slam, but they sloppy batters Your rhyme bein chopped ? when you're surrounded by lyricists I keep my flow difficult, so they're puzzled, when they be hearin this I rock it now, so reminisce later, check your data then skate a search around the world like the equator So get your BluBlocker my knocka, the sun is here to shine Swingin a Bat-man, and Rob-in those that are fine BACKDRAFT! Engine engine number seventeen Mic the gasoline to pass the team and lead us to the finish line On a domination tip, cause you tried livin mine Give it time When you get sprayed with muderous rhymes I burn the world Like rims on cars, rooftoppin with Tupac My havoc jam traffic leavin thoughts gridlocked, for two blocks For twenty-two blocks, stomp a mile in those shoes I step in walkin on lava, and STILL runnin through crews Bashin crews and fools Get summoned to hear my sermon Servin love slaves, til the mind blur flutter flows, the giz be squirtin merchants with the force of my mathematics advatange Too drastic, it's flowin enormous like the ? BACKDRAFT! MC's try to mess with deez Talk they yack around my farm and shakin up my trees Human please, I sneeze on your props and cheese It's the dirty rat's trap with raps that ease Pussycats leave! With coordination like masturbation Givin birth to styles and flows, with artificial insemination Crew penetration, I make you climax You see me, comin in 3-D, like you in Imax Now this be rated PG, for Perfect Grammar I be sentencin Street speakin, incredible heat-seakin Disintegratin rap groups in high priced attired (AHH) Extinguisher, fireman now puttin out the fire We takes it higher BACKDRAFT! |
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little girl:Monkey, where you at monkey?? [Chorus] And what, rappers wanna bring it to me Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so) And what, yeah we known to blow up the spot Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on) Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather Load the spot better, than you ever will in your life Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your wife The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex style So the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files That been, hidden for years, and released when i came Mics burn when i flame, forever remain with my name Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and all You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bald Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord You's a fisher price king only eligible to battle Saddle ???? Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master tackle Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample Atista Gamble, don't tangle with hard to handle Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your tackle Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah ????split through travels i unravel [Chorus] Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab habit Excels over the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it) They pissed off, like missing the toilet They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin paper Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like three mice Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong stick That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one i smack one rhyme at a time like kids acting up Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing up In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with clean rhyme Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us No chance of redemption like broken trust Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three liter bottle Rap and let it go flat Off duty officers in brooklyn better go strap... Don't knock me 'cause you can't rock me Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as copy Malaki, of your style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you choppy You should specialize in copies like kinkos Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro Now catch your career going down the sink yo My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get cops I rip shops and flip hot fat like hitchcock Outta space i roll with spock, lyrically kill herbs, When i spill verbs, direct actors like speilberg, Run with ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the north pole You soft so, really awful, i rock the grand flow You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando Tell your whole crew, i told you i wreck those too Make you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click Your chances are steal it and straws and sticks [Chorus] |
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Freestyle
I suggest you keep your distance my death blow's inevitable, And your susceptible to physical injury this music industry Is full of shit that's why I'm flipping, dipping and diving Phoney executives to keep my wins consecutive We also got a lot of actors who claim they bring the drama The only I'm getting laid out is with your mama, commas Couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens When I freestyle two-hundred words a minute, shit speed typing, I'm hyping And I see the light at the end of the tunnel like one in the chamber Ready to penetrate a stranger, I love the smell of danger, Hearing the word Arsonist ain't hard to figure yet Got to stop smoking Emcees somebody pass me the nicorette *ladies and gentleman* Swel Put your hands together we about to bust your melon, Crossing the map with shows, our vinyl's top selling, So stop telling your tales your acting got no character, Need more practice? nah, you need more stamina The man with the intense spout, burning up the vehicle The battle's just me and you (gill), sorry, me and your crew There's no chance so run, so when you end up getting blazed Keep your ashes in an urn and make sure there being save Jise one I keep looking into the eyes of my enemy's fortress, snorkelling Deep within the outskirts forfeiting, calling stalling Rolling behind the backburner stomach turner, don't test me Creepy crawlers yawning, rapper's really starting to bore me Forcing me to flee upon a carnage spree disease Type remedy for the easy see T.N.T. powers that be Feed upon the energy conceits, combine our seeds Here to serve a good deed for those who need intervene you bleed [missing verse] D-Story I drop fakers like drapes after beat downs defeat clowns With street sounds neighbours tell me to keep the heat down In this cheap town where fool's slip like cool chip This ain't no school trip it's some cruel shit like news clips Crews strip Demi Moore style, watch me rip through fakes, Cripple flakes, make non-believers do the triple take, I bomb crews without Tom Cruise on the mission My pole positions got competitions, mama wishing They're stuck to fishing by Ricky's lake or Richard's bay Rhyming with Billy Ocean or Al B Sure won't get you play By Joan's Rivers I clean clothes, lyrical mean pros Go against dream flows, hope your team knows We get around like news vans, giving black and blues man, So who can touch the man with flavours like Toucan? *Blaze in a maze* *Blaze in a maze* Q-Unique Fully equipped with a mic and a spray can I withstand Any wicked plan conjured by a wicked man, the quicker handle Snatch up rhyme Arsonist Q spark the match up The cipher's in flames got nothing to lose but a whole lot to gain So I remain the main master of ceremonial Like Puerto Rico remains prisoner by colonial Your half verses over shopped over curses couldn't phase My basic rhyme patterns you have you all standing in a maze I lace the track up as if it was my Nike air butter The all knowing Emcees for unaware couldn't compare glare I outshine radiant rhymes, bring light to the subject of lyrical content The rhythm gift is god sent *Blaze* *Blaze* *Blaze* *Blaze* |
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VENOM - Freestyle's first verse...
WITHIN MY INTRICATE WEAVE OF BRAIN CELLS I WITHHOLD THE MAIN SPELL TO CAST UPON YOU DEMONS PLOTTIN' AND SCHEMIN', DREAMIN' ABOUT THINGS THAT WILL NEVER OCCUR IN THIS DIMENSION, FAR BEYOND YOUR WILDEST IMAGINATION, THE ILLUSTRATION'S SUSPENDED ANIMATION I PUT YOU ON PAUSE 'CAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY BENDIN' RULES WHILE I'M BREAKIN' LAWS OF GRAVITY DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU'RE MAD AT ME FILLIN' JAWS WITH CAVITIES IF YOU'RE STILL BREATHIN' YOU SHOULD BE GLAD TO BE ALIVE, SOME DON'T SURVIVE OR LIVE TO SEE THE NEXT DAY YOU CAN'T RESET AND AIN'T NO FREEBIE IN THE GAME THAT YOU PLAY YOU SLITHER SKILLFULLY AND WILLFULLY ALL OVER MY TRUST THEN IT'S A MUST THAT YOU BITE THE DUST, YOU MIGHT HAVE TO GET BUST OR PERSECUTED, EXECUTED, LYRICALLY DEGRADED MENTALLY DECAPITATED, MAKIN' SURE YOU NEVER MADE IT 'CAUSE I'M FED UP WITH YOU'RE MISSION, STUPID NIGGAS NEVER LISTEN, TALKIN' 'BOUT THEY'RE NEVER DISSIN', ON THEIR OWN PEOPLE THEY'RE PISSIN' THE HISSIN'S AT A TONE UNDETECTABLE BY EARS THE ADVANTAGE IS HIS OWN IF YOU HAVE NEGLECTABLE FEARS SLIDIN' THROUGH CRACKS AND CREVICES, NO MATTER HOW TIGHT SHOW FRIGHT, AND PREY GETS SWALLOWED UP IN ONE BITE... VENOM - Freestyle's third and last verse of the song WORD... ALL JOKES ASIDE THIS MATTER CAN BE COMPLICATED YOU COULD FAIL IN UNVEILIN' THE ONES WHO PERPETRATE, KID THEIR CLOAK AND DAGGER HIDES THEIR DESIRE TO USE THE NEXT KIN IT'S HEREDITARY AND NECESSARY TO SHED SKIN IT TENDS TO BURN WHEN YOU'RE TOUCHED BY THE HOLY SPIRIT PRESENTED WITH THE WORD OF GOD AND YOU DON'T WANNA HEAR IT YOU CAN'T BE NEAR IT, YOU FEAR IT, IT ALWAYS FOILS YOUR PLANS YOU DEAL WITH GREED AND ALWAYS FEEDIN' OF THE BLOOD OF MAN IT'S ALL A HOAX, YOU TRY TO COAX WHEN YOU'RE UP IN MY CENTER YOU ENTER BUT THE TEMPTOR'S NOT MY MENTOR IT'S MY BELIEF WITHIN THE CHEMISTRY, I PREACH MY MINISTRY GOT MY SEAL OF AUTHENTICITY, THAT'S WHY YOU'RE ALWAYS DISSIN' ME INTERFERENCE WITH SIGNAL'S THE THING I ALWAYS TRY TO PREVENT SLIPPERY SERPENTS YOU NEED TO REPENT AND AIN'T NO REPTILE WITH FANGS LONG ENOUGH TO TAKE MY SHIT FROM TIME TO TIME I PRAY AND STAY AWAY FROM DEEP SNAKE PITS |
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Okay we gon' set the coordinates
for Q-Unique to travel through rhyme time travel Ahh, we're going to send him, 1979, 1988, and 1999 [computer voice] Nineteen, seventy-nine [Q-Unique] Hoooooooo! (Hooooooo!) Say ho, ho! (Ho, ho!) Ah with the A to the B, the C to the D Come on, party people get with me Swingin, I give you what you need and just check the rhyme as I proceed ah with the funk, box, no dreadlocks I keep a fade and stay well paid The funky speakin Puerto Rican without a doubt And suckers wanna test, you get smacked in the mouth With the R-E-S, P-E-C-E-T * No kid, don't you play with me R-E-S, P-E-C-E-T * Cause I'm rollin with the R-S-C I'm with the Arsonists, to the Zulu Nation To the top the destination With unity, and elevation Speak Q-Unique beats innovation [computer voice] Nineteen, eighty-eight [Q-Unique] Arsonists, settin fires D-Stroy, Swell Boogie, Freestyle, Jise One Q-Unique.. The force of one, vocally sprayed by poetic machine gun Acknowledge existance of a prodigy born son Even the odds divide come up with the sum and the remainder will be one The Q-U-N-I, Q-U-E Check the menu, for what it'll be Steady flow more, for lyrical pop Cause I walk talk look live breathe hip-hop Futuristic b-boy, Rock Steady Crew Check your Chinese calendar, it's the year of the Q Calm, down, my pace so you can hop all over lyrical roller coaster ride As I, once, again, climb, slow-ly, up the track then fall in a poetical burst of an array of fat linguistic dispersion So get a grip, like a velcro strap Cause when I step up I kicks the crazy rap Conflict is none, the rhymes outdone Check the tactics to the force of one [computer voice] Nineteen, ninety-nine [Q-Unique] Q-United, Rock Steady rhymer Arsonist settin fire, check it All throughout the seasonal, the epitome of hip-hop locks mic cord to track board to spite all rap overlords When from out the heavens street lessons and battle tactics from rhythm speak Q-U and the art of studyin the 1200 Technic Ceremonial master killer, apply the fat cap to the filler And still and yet, you have no defense against my six step Only thing that seperates me from the mic is space and time And it'll be a matter of minutes before orbitin graceful lines Search your place and find, Q-Unique way up, now first in line Words written will radiate, hence the verse will fly in Used to listen to Ice Cube curse a rhyme now I shine like sunrise in the summertime, I'm like hmm, nevermind, one of a kind.. *track abruptly ends* |
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What is it really
That's going on here You've got your system for total control So is there really anybody out there Now watch us suffer cause we can't go What is it really that is in your head What little life that you had just died I'm gonna be the one that's takin over Now this is what it's like when worlds collide Are you ready to go Cause I'm ready to go What you gonna do baby baby Are you going with me Cause I'm going with you It's the end of all time What is it really that motivates you The need to fly or this fear to stop I'll go along for the ride but surprise When we get there I say 9 of 10 drop Now who's the light and who is the devil You can't decide so I'll be your guide And one by one they will be hand chosen Now this is what it's like when worlds collide [chorus] What is it really when they're fallin over Everything that you thought is denied I'm gonna be the one that's takin over Now this is what it's like when worlds collide |
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[talking]
Rock Steady was a B-boy crew, but to me it's all about hip hop, So, rock steady is a hip hop crew now. Its about all four elements, And we represent those lovely, sratch pickers, arsonists, All the b-boys that are down with us, the b-girls, we have some dope B-girls, and you know, we got graf artists like East and Zero T, Its just straight up on skills, this is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady Crew, I'm out Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin' full train cars DJ's cutting emcess presents the ghetto stars I was the skinny shorty wop, with the bop in my step Shams the bear and teloids, playboys and I was set Running through the streets of the boogie with a bang Pops was kinda strict, so at times I couldn't hang But whateva the case, I stuck close to my hip-hop Somethin' in my soul just kept that, on lock And oppurtunity never knocked, but we was still open Saying ish like fresh, like def (dope in) And crack was on the corner rumblin' the dry goods With something I decided never to persue in my hood I was, too busy in the middle of the streets playing skelly With Ray and Big Lou, listenin' to Flash and Melly And rockin' block parties, seemed to be my route But I had to give that up, they always ended in shoot outs Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin', radio hits No dats, so the D.J's was still in the mix Grafitti and breaking took a back seat 'cause the A&R's couldn't figure how to make they ends meet I was the high school rapper to the girls in the hall While my nigga Clarence Greer was slammin' with a basketball Tune my radio on a saturday night Daydreamin' 'bout grippin' mikes and being in the spotlight Fat rope chains in a pair of A.J's in the p.j's frontin' like I had status (what) who's the baddest? The brotha on swinten ave, though fresh out the lab You just couldn't tell Q-Unique what he couldn't have It all started in Bushwick, defacin' the community Around the way, all you saw was nothin' but graffiti As a shorty I was poppin' never could I ever stand still Always battlin' 'cause it was all about the skills Never learned windmills, but my boogie took me places When I started emceeing, I kept it fat like my laces Wrestlin' was the bomb, kept me from doing my homework Radio was my thing, when red alert went bezerk [Chorus] 4x's Yes yes y'all, let me get some 'cause we, never forgot where we came from |
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Note: This issupposed to be a strange song, so don't stress to hard over it.
*Somebody speaking another language* *One of the Arsonists taking the mickey out of that lanquage* *Somebody speaking in another language* *unknown robotic speaking* My two frogs, they got burned on the radiater (SFX of an eagle) Two got flushed in the toilet and the two cookies fell Oh man is that my beeper? (SFX of a cow) Two pizzas said Yo (SFX of a pig) The deal is in real (SFX of a pig) Peace my brother said coming down the street, where you at kid where you at? Where's the lime-green apple-sauce kid? (SFX of a pig) Forty-eight times I told you don't go! (SFX of a pig) The milk is not their (SFX of a pig) Monkey where you at monkey? (SFX of a pig) He said to me and my Father's telling me Yo father what you tellin' me? Daddy, daddy don't like me (SFX of a lion) He said Daddy, Daddy the refridgerater's by the gate (SFX ofa pig) I don't care what school you got to ("go to" is speeded up) naa na se....te naaaaaa flaa tyeer (SFX of a pig) I was tellin' him yo you don't know me I'm not real! (SFX of a Parrot) I said kid the TV is on channel thirteen (SFX of a parrot) You know thirteen as in the teen and the feen and the reen? (SFX of a parrot) The sky was black, it almost looked like candy-apple green (SFX of an animal, Not sure what) Hey sweetie, what's going on with your metal plates? (SFX of an elephant) Well now what you see, is the sun coming down on to the bus (SFX of an animal, Not sure what) I said the sun comes down to the bus I said the sun (SFX of a parrot) comes down on to the bus (SFX of a sheep) So you play my CD, I call dumbleekunti and he didn't know it (SFX of a lion) I said who's your God, and he said lahumpli! (SFX of a pig) I was like baby, you so sweet, your nectar is from my reflecter! (SFX of a horse) I'm a flatunplii I know who I am, and do you know who you am? I was wih the chicken by the hippo (SFX of a bird) I was with the chicken by the hipp-o (SFX of an animal, Not sure what) Born with a monkey funky junky, who do you think you are you flunky? (SFX of a sheep) I was a winner not a winner Everybody knows my style Coz the pimp said I was for Ninety-nine cence |
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(Verse One: Q-Unique)
Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic and kick a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted line Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never mind I'ma tag you with this loaded {nine} Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you spit I had to abort you Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop your raps from being spoken Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken I'm out to damage you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha) Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the banister Cornered, it can be, you can't flee Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby checker being lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled water The colonel giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters Go unpause ya tape recorders (Chorus: Q-Unique) Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe Toy mic you play flow Start a rap career, that shit is way no Start a rap career, that shit is way no Toy mic you play flow Don't ask 'em to say hoe, stay low ==== Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe Toy mic you play flow Start a rap career, that shit is way no Stay low, don't ask 'em to say HOE Thought to start a rap career, that shit is way no (Verse Two: Swel Boogie) I pound the final round *ding* Bring on the trouble clown, how you sound? You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down for whatever the case is, whatever the place is We sever the stages, you could never come face this Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that want chicks but make sure they the bomb tricks that don't complain, about any position Heads or tails I'ma win in any decision The mission is impossible for you to get it Complete, so dead it, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated I'm must proven guilty for murder 'cause rhymes I be killin' it If tracks I ain't feeling it than I don't wanna deal with it (Q-Unique) Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe (Verse Three: Jise One) Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe show Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize size Most cats fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?) Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?) There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and rhymes You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?) The records B.I. grime shit don't get the air You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?) Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros (Chorus) |
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[Verse One: Jise One]
You can't handle what I'm about I'm smoked out in Amsterdam With two fans, I'm all about my fam Who's the boss? I used to love Sam My slang is mostly homemade Shoelace to hold my sweat pants They sag to have my balls right Rock chants carry ya weak stand Eat cans of ravioli Ghetto tours flyin on pan am I'm too busy being a man to sucking on any soundscan (Ayo, I bought a land!) Not me, I'm walking these rough lands that you reciting in your jams I observed with sharper image scans Slamdance give it a chance type talk Hailstorm across the face Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands! I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot sand Covered in coal with no hands Swallow your soul and shitted burnt spam (damn!) It's pretty easy to understand But you don't know this man Lt. doing his thang! (thang!) Manhandle the track to bang! (bang!) Nigga we got swang! Swank mag' beneath my sink I hold rank doing this thang! (thang!) [Hook: Arsonists] What you be about? - sunshine I try to prosper What you be about? - females and lookin proper What you be about? - spit rhymes that gotta rock yo We be about - math We be about - sex We be about - love We be about - life What you be about? - my fam we tryin to live well What you be about? - I'm just Swel, just tryin to be Swel What you be about? - pourin out for those who fell We be about - math We be about - sex We be about - love We be about - life [Verse Two: Swel Boogie] I'm about lights, cameras, action Status, mackin, Paris, relaxin Waxin oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn what Yeah that's me keep movin, never stay boaring I rather ride a bike with a walkman instead of walking and roll up to some freak chicks and start playing and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without paying A hook up is a hook up Dressin dip, that's my lookup And going to the clubs to do the blookup blookup from dusk to dawn then sleep till 4:30 in the afternoon And get ready for more The best time's the summer time, that's cruisin part by the end I done Went to every amusement park and I'm about tellin you to just let Swel be I have my fun and still get to hand in my next LP I be about... (Hook) [Verse Three: Q-Unique] I'm about grabin mics, wearin Nikes I was built to go through the rough shit head on like mountain bikes I'm about bookin world tours and showin up I'm about givin my seed the things I ain't have when I was growin up I'm about 5'9" with a rhyme that'll stand the test of any timeline out the fan base in to shine mine I'm about Puertorican women who make progress with a mind of a college professor and body of a goddess I'm about Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim, Albizu Campos, mayor Guilli.. nah not him! I'm about doing away with trash I'm about two seconds away from puttin my foot dead in a record execs ass I'm about platinum plaques for underground acts Shit, I'll spit on anything from Rocafella to Battle Axe I'm about tellin you what it's about before it's about to happen So be about ya biz 'fore this title 'bout starts to slappin (Hook) |
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from Arsonists - Date Of Birth (2002)
[Verse One: Q-Unique]
Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan from the providence of hip-hop Do bodily damage like a combination kick-chop Teacher Sifu Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan Since I've studied techniques just to drop the kata bomb With Jeet Kune flow, way of the intercepting rhyme Battle to the last breath or till my adversary declines I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and deadly spinning vinyl The drunk munk breathing aerosol till I'm a krylon wino Unorthodox over traditional I may condone it Respectfully bow but never take your eyes off your opponent Square off as I mentally prepare in my rap stance Defeat is a Buddah opportunity 'cause that's a fat chance You write the white belt and flow slow like Tai Chi I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon, y'all won't fight me Your side kicks don't move me, and seem to have no flavor left So I drop the flow Kashugi and have them all pray for death Train till the sample's done. flip with weight like Samo Hung No need to handle guns, watch and see me make this mammal run At the end of it all, I'll retire undefeated Live by the mountain side and write a book of Five Rings for you to read it [Chorus 2x: Q-Unique] Training, balance Focus, challenge Meditate, silence Skill, talent Broken patterns Have a seat and play your part You must learn to accept defeat "Check my language arts" [Verse Two: Q-Unique] (Ha ha ha ha ha..) We meet again young Choy I will now take you down with the six steps of b-boy There is no way you'll overcome my 1200 turning techniques or take out my pen-fist punchlines, your beginner styles are too weak My fat cap burner kicks'll go over your toy throw-ups You have a lot of guts, I'm even suprised you showed up but still.. we'll write fight to the first strike or rhyme battle to the very end And if I am to die, my loyal students will take the revenge Direct confrontation with Grandmaster number seven Push past and catch a blast from my right fist of legend In a kombat with mortals I play the part of Lui Kang Confuse you like Manderan slang and balance out the hip-hop like Yin Yang Chasing fallen rap monks till they run far Have me resort to animal instincts like Hung Gar and Flung a ninja star Aimed at the head of an A&R white belt whose fight felt unskilled Surrounded by a class of records execs and got them killed Taste my own blood a lash out in a rage My 'bo staff' is the microphone stand, my 'dojo' is the stage It's the year of the Q, mark that on your calendar A double clap at the end of the battle means bring on the next challenger (Chorus 4x) |
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from Arsonists - Date Of Birth (2002)
[Chorus #1: Lori Velez]
Why you wanna disrespect my love? Why you wanna go against my heart and soul? Don't you realize the love I'm giving you? Don't you wanna love me too? [Verse One: Jise One] Do you wanna what? So now you question my love? Who took you in and your son, who treat 'em like he was blood? All day you buggin out, sayin I'm playin behind your back Being a bitch, callin the cops, drop charges to take me back What is it? 'Cause I'm stayin, I can't live without you If I can't have you, no one will, don't make me prove it to you So what I catch a mood swing here and there, that's just rough time Discipline is what a man about, woman you tryin to undermine? And mine is like a size 12 foot for you security Tell me, haven't I came through to provide well for this family? Bullshit! And I can't stand you, ma told me you'd f**k my life up and downsize any good that I've done to big yourself *Spanish* Don't you dare get in my face Can't have a peace inside this house, always invading my space But I'm the one who's catchin the case for gettin stupid and smackin you all excited when you started it in the first place Her love, his hate His words, her fate (what you do to me) No escape.. His anger, her tears His abuse, her child, his excuse What a waste.. [Verse Two: Swel Boogie as "the child"] Hey dad why you walkin all wobbly and lookin sloppy? You never nice, always screamin and cursin at mommy from verbal to physical, fightin into a break up I notice you beefin from the second moment you wake up Oh I get it, us men have to prove that we are stronger Put our foot down, man of the house, we last longer I wanna be just like you and always keep my fist up By your age I'll be twice as mean if I practise with my sister 'cause I put vics in her eyes, that's what she gets for darin me And if what you're doing is right then why is it scarin me I guess I'll understand a little better when I get older The more abuse I see and learn the more I'll get bolder And by my first girl I'll be higher and should be wiser I always wondered why the neighbor called you a womanizer but I know now, men rule and it is what it is Don't worry, I'll make you proud and pass it down to my kids [Chorus #2: Lori Velez] Don't you think that I could be your one and only? Don't you think that you could be the one to hold me? Don't you think that I could be your one and only? Recognize what's here for you [Verse Three: Q-Unique] Something clicked, she no longer wanted to hear she was no good No more jokes about her overweight and that she just never could She had to stop livin in doubt, stop livin in fear Stop feelin inferior, wishin he would just disappear For years her words had taken away her self-esteem, killed most of her motivation and shattered all of her dreams And yo, the name calling in public or behind closed doors Everything from "stupid bitch" to "you filthy whore" He made her believe a succesful life was nothing next to slim and that she wouldn't be worth spit without him Finally realizing it was him that would never amount to shit and he would bring her down with him just to feel someone legit He felt threatend by her passion so he took action and verbally tore it down to a fraction, intimidating her reaction Gathering her belongings with pity she felt knowin he'd be livin out the rest of his days always hatin himself (Chorus #1) (Chorus #2 x2) "Listen carefully. Get the f**k out of here or I'll kick your ass!!" |
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from Arsonists - Date Of Birth (2002)
[Bridge: Swel Boogie]
Not it's about that time It's time to wild out, it's time to wild out Nigga is you out your mine? Comin' up in my house, runnin' up in my house I'm about to stop and go and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth I'm about to drop my flow and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth [Verse One: Swel Boogie] Arsonists' next shit, ya gots to accept it Wannabes get hit and get thrown out the exit with a kick in the ass, rugged Timberland boots In this game you won't last, you ask veteran troops They got stories to tell, the battle legends of Swel Climbin' to the top, never made it and FELLLL Oh well, not a happy ending, what you was expectin'? Every man for themself so it's my own that I'm protectin' "Get lost bro!" the boss told, you, if you cross roads you end up at the +crossroad+ with Bone Thugs You bone thugs heard you flame on That's the closest you gettin' to fire just to stay warm Hot shot but not so hot, ayo Money, (this is me) and you ain't claimin' no spots I'm holdin' it down and I know exactly what to give 'em Dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts and dope rhythm [Chorus 2x: Swel Boogie] Now when you put us in your system, we goin' burn it out Now when we get up on the stage, we goin' turn it out Now what we want y'all to do is just scream and shout First you scream "WHAT!", the you shout "PYRO!" [Verse Two: Swel Boogie] I ain't tryin' to hear the third that and this, catchin' fits Shakin' breakin' backs-n-ribs, now choose one, smack or fist You soft, snap your wrist (Swel you fool), nah understand I'm amped and pissed So place your bets 'cause them garbage kids ain't passin' me And I don't make threats or promises, I'm guaranteed or your album's back and watch my styles attack I got new friends, some of the old pals was wack They didn't know how to act, they sayin' shit that's uncalled for And gettin' gased up, knocked and opened the wrong door Unlike my crew and I on top bookin' them strong tours You underhand sort of like pitchin' them softballs Get outta here with your baby league and watch me blaze the beat My sense of reflex is at a crazy speed, even fast for light time Blast raw of them hype rhymes cause these short 16 bars will last more than a lifetime (Chorus 2x) |
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from Arsonists - Date Of Birth (2002)
[Chorus: Arsonists]
Whether eyes closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to brawl and roll (LET'S RIDE) That's how it's done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, ain't that right? (THAT'S RIGHT) [Verse One: Jise One] I seek the meek that shall inherit the surrogate means of life Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for half trife Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here) Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over like you were dice Splice my words, saddle my conscience It's rich the hell with peasants Tenants of apprehensive board games and beast incentives Relative to the back of my hand Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death in war stance We playin hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to phantoms spittin these street anthems Quiet niggas to tantrums We baggy denim to fashion, live band niggas to Samsung Live ass niggas who ring but then run Somebody's son that die young callin himself "dunn" (Chorus 2x) [Verse Two: Q-Unique] Illimination of your whole generation next Cover your earth span in a deep breath and took three easy steps One son in awe questionin what his man saw He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was like morphed into gigantor" Crowds gatherin like enquirin minds to panelist Pen scribblin with more thoughts than psycho analysts Under hand suspects check for a clear coast I've influenced an independent movement like Pedro Albizu Campos Except to connect and lift to the next sector Take the light, you shine and spit it back like a bike reflector Move with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the dark age with they designer armor on [Verse Three: Swel Boogie] Wondering murder it was, left no fingers- and footprints An intelligent mind, clever, how ever this crook thinks but crook is a bad word, I'm raising knives and illin Doing my people favors and savin lives by killin Consider me hero, my body resume is jam pack Startin a war, you either stand up or stand back This man's wack, out of his crane, just do what he says to do Don't want to see him hurtin or killin the rest of you I'm a psychopath, sickest of the psychopaths Tickin bomb, ready to blast, dirty man cleanin the trash but don't get it twisted, I'm only after a certain desease 'cause what I'm talkin about y'all, is hurtin MCs (Chorus 2x) |
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from Arsonists - Date Of Birth (2002)
[Verse One: Jise One]
Looking, looking nervous Their whole purpose to criticize us Indicate us on music, this world's a circus where murderous written language is rap Initiation to courtrooms exhibit our DATs Cuffing our wrist back, slapped with prosecutions Guilty! {*knock knock knock*} Embetted into the minds of kids, women and ticking time bombs, warned to bite my tongue BLEEP that! Ain't this America? where it's cool to shake your BLEEP and show prostitutes on camera? The moment I wanna speak on what I'm seeing Causing violence, sirens approach my crib Pig soldiers creepin in silence with science that I'm a rapper! Minus the glitter that host the glamour to suck moist BLEEP on manifacturers Then they say we rap too much! Freedom of speech told me to speak as I please (BLEEP y'all) You ever heard of such? Censorship should tied up, thrown in the trunk Get spread across the desert, get cut in bitty chunks [Chorus: Jise One] BLEEP this you BLEEP BLEEP, come at me! We free to say a lot of BLEEP then it's used against me! Your word against mine, and mine about two breaths away from havin your BLEEP suck my BLEEP live on stage! BLEEP this, BLEEP that! (BLEEP this across the map) BLEEP that, BLEEP this! (Self-righteous BLEEPs, we live this) Your word against mine, and mine about two breaths away from havin your BLEEP suck my BLEEP live on stage! [Verse Two: Jise One] Hip-hop ain't kill your boy and rap ain't rape your daughter And this music ain't bring that BLEEP that sniff across the border We in a world where everyone just walkin with giant fingers Pointing in all directions where we haven't invented mirrors Guns as common as light fixtures TV is pretty pictures that show reality so what we live is always tintered I swore on my little bro that's locked down at sixteen that I won't water down my BLEEP BLEEP rap, I'm here to blow steam Whoa! Look at 'em now! Cryin to the extreme 'cause BLEEP shot up the prom So they blaming it on the music scene and the teens don't give a BLEEP 'cause they parents don't understand BLEEP music get in they hands, started wildin and speakin slang Letting they pants hang off they BLEEP Smokin BLEEP and playa hatin Relatin to BLEEP and BLEEP so they request it at the station Now the whole nation is watching with reddenbacher and hot pockets Swanson TV dinners, few drinks and false assumptions! (Chorus) (BLEEP this across the map) (Self-righteous BLEEPs, we live this) baby tone: "Shut the f**k up!" |
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from Arsonists - Date Of Birth (2002)
[Chorus: Swel Boogie]
I could tell you wanna grab the mic because you're thirsty Hoping you gonna get some shine but you're not worthy Let me hear you make some noise if you heard me We deal with wordplay, so your games could never hurt me [Swel Boogie] Let, let it be known in this game we're the illest MCs F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you You want it with Swel? Oh well, I was sworn to out last you I be hurtin' ya wack crew, like work on a tattoo Keep ya MC hidin' like a worm in an apple Go and built your club house 'cause I'm earnin' a castle and I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm a permanent rascal My turn to run pass through flash dash and backdraft Then again in your face teasin' you with the last laugh You wack ass didn't learn the lesson I taught Hip-hop is my game and I'm finessin' the sport I'm takin' my time and still I'm ahead of your crew Proves every reason in this world that I'm just better than you I went to Q's and recorded in his house to Gallco We 'bout to make you Bob from intro to outro [Jise One] Outro to intro, blazin' on instrumentals Experimental the sentinel, Worf's walkin' infernos External verbal a journal, beat hurdle breakin' incredible Burst you to reversible explosion, y'all niggas' gerbils rat packing shacking with rhythm shaking shahadies I'm picky iffy labodomy rhyme Swinga astrology Pardom me but part of me love to rip it explicit inside of me A torn wound surf we love to dish it Fish it type esquisite, we pyro burning the shilznit Kills it, you don't feel it than go and handle your business Fitness is unlimited, pellin' it, mics, I'm spillin' it Majors wantin' to no frill it, but hell, we wanna deal it (Chorus 2x) [Q-Unique] Superb words I shift enable the gift to lift masses Grip the microphone tight enough till it smashes You left back in classes, shiftin' through wack trashes My hand goes across ya face till it slap passes The rap crashes, does ya mic have the insurance? a 100 beats per minute, can you spit it for the endurance? Drop bait in dark, thought you hook on some small fish but ya line caught the mind of a great white shark Lets celebrate the new millennium, the year Q-thousand Walk in, case the joint, play it off like I'm just browsin' Catch you for your valuables, starvin'? Now you're full but never should you doubt the pull of one who chargin' at the bull Wave the red cape, spittin' off the head great You feel from the Empire State and ended up a dead ape It's a matter of principle like Joe Clark put the microphone to the gasoline and watch 'em.. [Swel] all let the flow spark [Q] So it won't go dark [Jise] Shark walkin' able to bark Mark words never absurb, place doubles of this on Noah's Ark [Q] Flooded the earth with pen ink and watchin' evil men sink connect a line and then link, the snare'll make your eye blink [Swel] The loose your eyesight, lights bright, even the night's white if it's out of my hands and in yours then the mics bite [Jise] With the might of 51 police state troopers I just might loosen up my screws to make moves Sometimes is too tight [Swel] Then start a food fight "Don't get me started" like Skott said Get retarded, I'm warnin' you that I cannot stop it [Q] Like an octagon shape posted at the corner of the block Watchin' ya sales go down like jock sneaker stock [Jise] I told Chewbacca, rock a laser glock, spocks' around the block Sock in the mouth it's better than feet, we got our shit locked [Q] Like chainin' up the toilet [Swel] Either that or get flushed [Q] Bunji off the project buildin' just to get a rush (Chorus 2x) |
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[Chorus: Swel]
You can't kill the wise We gon be here in your children's eyes And your children's children's children's eyes We was built to rise and we will survive [Verse One: Swel Boogie] Who's gettin shitted on? Who's gettin shitted on? Who's the next motherf**ker to get shitted on? 'Cause if that nigga is me, then we gon get it on Don't even smile in my face if we don't get along Yeah that's right, I sound foul (so?) And maybe even sound bocus, but focus just notice that I know how it feels to be hopeless and homeless But it ain't about hard times Everybody goes through a struggle that makes ya mind craze and you thinkin who's above you but I get up, I don't stay down I got lot of shit to climb, get with the time You shit on me? That's fine I'm at the finish line, now you behind We in the race and I'm droppin your horse Everything down my road is an obsticle course And one by one I see 'em go down and I'm sweatin to win Who's goin get the gold I see the fool is bettin, it's him So now we're toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye Will you survive? My crew will strive, we clever why We never die It's true we rise (Chorus 2x) [Verse Two: Jise One] We stranded on jungles of concrete Primal fear scuffing my feet where paper scuffle spear head pens And rhymes is good to eat Where two species of snake meet ground Pound instinct, swamp walkin a leech a street parasite wedging my soul to heat Machetero, puro latino hybrid with hyena Laugh it off scraping the blood sucka off Racing a cheetah key to the world I walk, I talk in my step Guerilla suited and fitted who chalk reps Shitted with hearts knitted My tribes kept and never slept Night watch changing my shift Just in case of deadly concepts possess a myth that I could sniff my prev's shadow in my perimeter Sinister sounds at night So I hibernate in the winter (Chorus 2x) [Verse Three: Q-Unique] I stand evenly against all odds Now at a war with gods so from the heavens came triggered bullets to dodge Struggle to survive It's never ending My eyes locked on the bonus plan Though adversity keeps it pending Food, shelter, riches, hopes, dreams, wishes But life could be like a mixer sometimes the fader switches Watchin as time passes to the last sand granular Put on to run the streets without a survival manual I move day to day, unaware but well prepared digest the proper rations and framed lenses to help my stare exists 'cause I'm one step ahead Never get ahead of myself 'cause one too many steps could be one step ya dead I've played many times with the chess master Lost some of my pawns and sent my knights into shear and great disaster I stratagize and move through life's highway At the end smile with a Sinatra's sureness 'cause I know I did it +my way+ (Chorus 2x) [DJ Spin One cuts up] "it's soul survivor" |
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[DJ Spin One cuts up]
"I know you hate to hear the drama" x3 "the drama's all we know" "I know you hate to hear the drama" "the drama's all we know" [Jise One] Jise was a scapegoat with staggered tear hype Snipe life work on the street poles with jailstripes born spic with temples of dynamite Strolling turnpikes troopers will take your life Jise died a week ago, stealing some rice It's kinda trife without a wife and kids He landed on skid road facing a bid with blood on his bib, manslauthered his wiz He should've did the pride away, slid to hustle legit He grabbed dreams with mits, losing a steady grip Without the wits you're in shit Within the pits of sleaze hell, spit fits of hunger split his own wig Lava leaking from top lid, shades of grey coat his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the positives moves lived He broke grid, shifty biz the greenback sense Making a mends, with pocket cents He smoke sin, robbing ladies and gents He rather kick it on corners with sauna sources of hatred Patriot of the jungles of N.Y. he never made it Faded by the crossfires of gimmick He lost his image, LSD marking the scrimmage He'll never finish, forget it down in the village with saks of tray size Selling to vintage niggas with cashroll missing the whole prize He sizing up the shorty with splash expertise Within his eyes there's no ease, don't ask why She's cuty tease, cheese hag sittin on genital sore case, with all types of insecurities Get your knees and get these the D's and mom dukes discuss the where abouts of young man Who ran it contraband styles with dreams of rocking summerjam (damn) It's kinda sad that we blew out this concept (damn) It's kinda sad that we blew out this concept! [Chorus 2x:] Street life equals hard times plus hard crimes divided by death Prison multiplied by life wasted Swallowed by the Earth before you could even taste it [DJ Spin One cuts] "I've seen the hood raised brothers" "killed too many of us" "killed too many of us" |
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from Arsonists - Date Of Birth (2002)
(Chorus: Swel Boogie + Q-Unique)
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? Don't worry now just take your time You have your water, your wife, plus three life lines WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? Get it right and for sure you'll be proud And if you need help you can even ask the heads in the crowd WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? Questions like these can take for weeks But for 30 seconds you can call one of your peeps WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? But get it wrong, and you'll lose your cash So I advise you, split the answer half and half (host contestants) What up playas and playettes, and studio audience guests? You tuned into the show that got you thinkin for the dough One million in cash if the right answer match You can spend it in the clubs or save it in a stash Our first contestant: Worf outta Borath Who hate half ass niggaz, he spit a lot so build a raft Contestant number two: I'm mister Quiles from the Bronx Where rap first got its props and street kids open barber shops Our third contestant: From Bushwick Brooklyn, better known as Crooklyn Swel Boogie, he'll keep you lookin Well then, now that we met our three contestants Sit your stink ass down and get ready for the first question! Complete the phrase: If you want to join the crew, you must see me, you can't sound like.. Stan & Paulie? Shan & Marley? Abraham & Correy? Capone-N-NORE? Who'll answer it for me? Is it Shan & Marley? Good guessing, next question! Which one of these choices make it harder to walk the block: Is it A) the liquor shop? B) dealers lacin the red top? C) closin the weed spot? D) the beast with black glocks, that rock knots claimin they heard shots, makin it more hot? I'd say: D) the beast, watch ol' flatfoot walk the streets *whoop whoop, pull over* That's the sound of da police Is that your final answer? Yes y'all! Correct! Now lets pick it up a notch with more dough to collect What was Rakim before he became what he is today? Is it A) MC? B) b-boy? C) graff head? or D) DJ? I think it's: C) graff head, before becomin a microphone fiend he tagged with jungle green, that's what the magazine said Now is that your final answer? Yes y'all! Correct! Now lets take it up a notch for more loot to collect Which dress possess the best breast: Dolly Parton in a cowboy vest? Tyra Banks in stretch? Lisa Lisa in sweats? Or Lil' Kim at the Grammys, showin half of her chest? What's gonna be your guess, now wait, take a minute to invest Who needs a minute when we know it's Lisa Lisa Bonita freaky latina, if you're watchin I wanna meet ya Is that your final answer? Yes y'all! Correct! Now lets take it up a notch wtih some more loot to collect It seems like these contestants are on the right track So after these messages we'll be right back! *Can of Whoop-ass ads* We'd like to thank our sponsors, without them we wouldn't be here Now back to our contestants on WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE Which of these would correct for the smell in a project building: Is it A) dirty diapers? B) pissin on the wall? C) beer on the floor? D) blunt smoke in the hall? Can I choose all, one out of four is a little tricky to call But I believe it's: B) Why? My stair case is like a stall with my moms lockin me out and I'm drunk pissin in corridors Now is that your final answer? Yes y'all! Correct! Now lets take it up a notch with more loot to collect Darth Vader is the father of this guy, here's a sample: Is it Luke Skywalker? Luke Perry? Groovy Lou? or Luther Campbell? I'll use one of my life lines This money's for my daughter Okay, the heads is sayin it's Luke Skywalker Is that your final answer? Yes y'all! Correct! Now lets take it up a notch with more cash to collect What's the best way to get on: Is it A) soundin like them? B) throw money on tables? C) gettin it in the anal? or is it D) start up your own label, nurture it from the craddle Back and forth to sacrifice but be always willin and able? Life line, quick! What's the answer? The choice is on the table Who better than do it yourself I'd say: start your own label Is that your final answer? Yes y'all! Correct! Now lets pick it up a notch with more dough to collect *beep* That sound indicates that we have ran out of time So tune in next week when we continue to climb (Chorus) WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE? |
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