(flavor flav) Well two bees in a bucket Mother motherfuck it You either flavor flav it Or you chuck chuck chuck it Kiss my ass or suck a d.i.c.- K. stands for kill so don't fuck with me I fucked that lady in the bed I missed that pussy and I bust a spread I tried it again in a thumping wagon The bottom fell out and her ass started dragging Tried it again and I failed to grasp I missed that pussy and I bust my ass Then I fucked this lady in the tree The baby came out and said "run-dmc"
(ice cube) I knew this girl who looked just like you Light brown and a fly hair-do I wanted to do her, screw her So I stepped to her On-key bitch had more ass than a donkey I said you're the type of girl that I can't pass over Give me one chance and I'll bend your ass over Just call me the plumber at the end of the night Cause a nigga like me'll lay plenty of pipe She didn't get offended it was splendid to me Cause mister nice guy is what I pretended to be I guess I just wine her and dine her And by the end of the night I'll be behind her Waxing that ass like rain dance On the bumper get the pussy then I dump her Took her to the comfort inn Tucked her in Pulled out the third leg pumped it in She said will you call me Yeah I'll call you a bitch or a hoe after I ball ya Naw I'm just playin but it's still the same Cause a nigga like ice cube is only out for one thang
The monkey ain't no joke So you want to mess with the coke Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy The monkey ain't no joke You better leave 'em alone He's home grown, he's the cyclone He's the moan groan, Capone, the clone The broken bone, tone
You've got to get off my back We got the real Flavor Flav Gettin' down with the sound And he's tellin' you to get off his back
He's on your back gives you no slack Don't give me no flack, because I know Toe to toe, go to go He's on my back Get off my back
Asalaam alaikum And that's the way we take 'em And if we got to frisk you down Then that's the way we shake 'em
I remember when us blacks Were on our backs Across tracks Where we live Now we packin' in Cadillacs Or Pontiac if you know What I'm sayin' Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy And now he's playin' mack daddy But that's all right I blame it All on Jack Who's Jack you ask me You say, I say it every time But the rhyme goes Into your head down to your toes And you missed me Play it off like a diss, yo Let's go & diss the Wick wick wack Wiggedy whack in fact I'm sayin' hit the road Hack For the hook I'll play it by the book For the track I'll bring it back Look out: Hit the road Jack
Black is black White is white That's all right If you're right That's all right No need to fight, yo Much respect if your nature's in check A little If not expect me to cock a doodle do A riddle Just actin' cracka proves to be a Killer to me like I refuse to be a negro But we grow to be people People But our color had 'em playin' us out Like we was Cinderella But if you take it & break it down Full of noise but Jack & his boys Keep doin' what they wanna do But hear me out Jack goes under color To kill one another 'Cause some blacks act devil too And if you see him You can tell by his act Not his word but his deed And we bleed all because of that Lifestyle of a dirty rat And if you act like that Step back & hit the road Jack
Not Jack the Ripper Or the jack of spades I'm not jackin' for beats Let's get Jack the raper Mothers cried while forefathers died From the whip And not a bit ever made the paper When I come they all Run & hide And they quit And yell loud Here he come wit' dat black s--t I'm thru wit Jack Bein' the quarterback of the scene He's played out like bell-bottom jeans I took a line from the Main Source For that I know they feel the same Thank you Hit road Jack
Ridenhour - Drayton - Shocklee Time is gettin' crazy - people clockin' out They're robbin' all the cribs on death wish route Breakin' into cars trying to steal their system 20 pounds on the bar, betcha can't lift 'em Ya throw two punches, now you got no wind Hittin' mega pipes, gettin' super stupid thin Smokin' all the squares and crying all the tears Cause you're workin' for ya boy, came short and full of swears Ya couldn't make the money cause ya smoked up all the product Walkin' round town, skeptalepsy illaroduct Can't be trusted cause you're living in the past Ya should have kept yo ass away from that blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8) I got a homeboy who is out on the block He sells mo crack than they sell fish at the dock He runs to every car, thinkin' he's a star He gets his product snatched by some people in a car The car pulls off as he hungs onto the side Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride He tried to sell a demon for a thirty dollar bill Fake gold plate on the back, no frills Fake Hawaiian suit, scratched up knees In his fridgerator, bread, water, cheese An antique fork, how long will it last? We'll see in twelve minutes when he wants the blast MEGABLAST! Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please Just give me just one more hit (x8)
Louder Than A Bomb Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file 'Cause I give you what you lack Come right and exact Our status is the saddest So I care where you at, black And at home I got a call from Tony Rome The FBI was tappin' my telephone I never live alone I never walk alone My posses always ready, and they're waitin' in my zone Although I live the life that of a resident But I be knowin' the scheme that of the president Tappin' my phone whose crews abused I stand accused of doing harm 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb C'mon C'mon louder etc... I am the rock hard trooper To the bone, the bone, the bone Full grown - consider me - stone Once again and I say it for you to know The troop is always ready, I yell `geronimo' Your CIA, you see I ain't kiddin' Both King and X they got ridda' both A story untold, true, but unknown Professor Griff knows... "I ain't no toast" And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus It ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone, although I can't keep it a secret So I decided to kick it, yo And yes it weighs a ton I say it once again I'm called the enemy - I'll never be a friend Of those with closed minds, don't know I'm rapid The way that I rap it Is makin' 'em tap it, yeah Never servin 'em well, 'cause I'm an un-Tom It's no secret at all Cause I'm louder than a bomb Cold holdin' the load The burden breakin' the mold I ain't lyin' denyin', 'cause they're checkin' my code Am I buggin' 'cause they're buggin' my phone - for information No tellin' who's sellin' out - power buildin' the nation so... Joinin' the set, the point blank target Every brothers inside - so least not, you forget, no Takin' the blame is not a waste, here taste A bit of the song so you can never be wrong Just a bit of advice, 'cause we be payin' the price 'Cause every brother mans life Is like swingin' the dice, right? Here it is, once again this is The brother to brother The Terminator, the cutter Goin' on an' on - leave alone the grown Get it straight in '88, an' I'll troop it to demonstrate The posse always ready - 98 at 98 My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity Tappin' my phone, they never leave me alone I'm even lethal when I'm unarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb 'Cause the D is for dangerous You can come and get some of this I teach and speak So when its spoke, it's no joke The voice of choice The place shakes with bass Called one for the treble The rhythm is the rebel Here's a funky rhyme that they're tappin' on Just thinkin' I'm breakin' the beats I'm rappin' on CIA FBI All they tell us is lies And when I say it they get alarmed 'Cause I'm louder than a bomb
Ooh Chuck, they outta get us man Yo, we gotta dust these boys off In this corner with the 98 Subject of suckers object of hate Who's the one some think is great I'm that one son of a gun Drivin' by wavin' my fist Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this Top gun never on the run They know not to come cause they all get some Goin' quicker in the speedin' lane Jealous can't do it and it's causin' them pain Caught in my smoke all they did was choke Look at my spokes you know I'm no joke Out that window middle finger for all Jealous at my ride, stereo and blackwalls Suckers they got the nerve and gall To talk 'bout the car when they're walkin' tall Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Pullin' away every day Leavin' you in the dust So you know I get paid on the mile ego trip And 5-o tailin' on my tip Watch me burn rubber fall in my flame This episode is always the same Seein' no comp comin' like I'm blind All left back trailin' my behind I go faster cops try to shoot me They'll get theirs when they try to get me I'll let it go my turbo Run, I'm in the river cause they're movin too slow Laughin' hard at their attempt So what if the judge charged me contempt I'd rub my boomerang cause I'm feelin proud And I wouldn't even hear them cause my radio's loud Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Cruisin' down the boulevard I treated like some superstar You know the time so don't look hard Get with it the ultimate homeboy car All you suckers in the other ride Wherever I'm comin' get you my side My 98 is tough to chase If you're on my tail better watch your face Smoke is comin' when I burn Rubber when my wheels turn A tinted window so super bad Lookin' like the car the Green Hornet had It's the reason I'm ahead of the pack It's the reason I left them back It's the reason all the people say My 98-O blows 'em all away My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's like...
Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Suckers to tha side I know you hate my 98 You gonna get yours Understand I don't drive drunk My 98's fly I don't drive no junk No cop gotta a right to call me a punk Take this ticket go to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' what's up Gun in my chest I'm under arrest Sidewalk suckers wanted to spill me So I got my crew and posse Took their girls and got them to thrill me Stepped outside got in my ride Drove them around an' I looked around town Caught 'em out there cold ran 'em over and down They didn't get me and that's the truth Cause the 98-O is bullet proof My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile is... My 98 Oldsmobile's so... My 98 Oldsmobile's like...
Pusher of the button Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin' The mack of the format gettin' fat Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood Is flowin' money Thank God 4 the boulevard They keep the motor runnin' The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow Bootleggers go inside and record the record low They get me, get this now can you freestyle Freestyle no styles free except da radio But the radio controlled by the sucker move Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway An now he wanna play what he wanna play An got say on what is bumpin' of course he's gettin' somethin' Never know what's good to tha neighborhood Swear I never seen da sucker In my necka da woods The ass is connected to the brain stem So I sing a simple song So you can see the sucker in 'em
People got to make a call To hear the yes y'all (yes y'all) While the phone keep ringin' You hear some singer singin' Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme Is hot an got me tunin' The afternoon is FM in the PM Oh if that they could see 'im Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan I know dey even got it from the giddy Stacked in the back Only black radio station in the city Programmed by a sucker in a suit Slick back hair he don't even live here Raps the number one pick so I draft it I don't care about all the other demographics When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep What dey need is Arbitron on the funky jeep Too bad it's goin' on in fact my word is bond To pull a disappearin' act attack until he gone The whacker jam he play they pay I'm in da day I don't think we gonna miss 'im we don't need 'im anyway
Can I kick it Who the hell is on the radio Or who's behind Do you really think they'll mind To play the funky jams That everybody wit' Some Def Jef or Ice T Show they rollin' wit' the syndicate Or can dey get funky Wit' the underground Master ace get a taste Bomb squad gettin' hard Marley mart makin' hipper Trax for Jack The Ripper Pumpin' Eric B or Papa San Still rollin' wit' run Did you think that ever In fact you thought that never Control of your soul Is by a suit and tie Then U wonder why why U never hear a rhyme I say we do 'im Till it's done
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour Once again, this is it Turn it up Here we go But this time the rhyme Gonna ask who did the crime Then let's get down to the nitty-gritty Like I wanna know who Picked Wilson's pocket Afth, he rocket it Fact, he shocked it Same kinna thing they threw at James An what did to Redd was a shame The the Black get The bigger the feds want A piece of that ... booty Intentional rape system, like we ain't Payed enough in this bitch, that's why I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be a ho Who stole the soul? Ain't, no, different Than in South Africa Over here they'll go after ya to steal your soul Like over there they stole our gold Yo they say the Black don't know how to act 'Cause we're waitin' for the big payback But we know it'll never come That's why I say come and get some Why when the Black move it, Jack move out Come to stay Jack moves away Ain't we all people? How the hell can a color be no good for a neighborhood Help, straighten me out 'Cause my tribe gets a funny vibe They I'm wrong for singin' a song Without solutions All the dancers answer questions And try to be the best and... Let everybody know before I blow For the sake of what's right I wanna know who stole the soul? We choose to use their ways And holidays notice some of them are heller days Invented bye those who never repented For the sins within that killed my kin But that's all right I try do what a brother does But I'll never know if you're my cuz That's why I try my best to unite And damn the rest if they don't like it Banned from many arenas Word from the motherland has anybody seen her Jack was nimble, Jack was quick Got a question for Jack ask him 40 acres and a mule Jack Where is it why'd you try to fool the Black It wasn't you, but you pledge allegiance To the red, white, and blue Sucker that stole the soul!
Party For Your Right To Fight Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler Power, equality And we're out to get it I know some of you ain't wid it This party started right in '66 With a pro-Black radical mix Then at the hour of twelve Some force cut the power And emerged from hell It was your so called government That made this occur Like the grafted devils they were J. Edgar Hoover, and he coulda proved to you He had King and X set up Also the party with Newton, Cleaver and Seale He ended, so get up Time to get em back ( You got it ) Get back on the track ( You got it ) Word from the honorable Elijah Muhammed Know who you are to be Black To those that disagree it causes static For the original Black Asiatic man Cream of the earth And was here first And some devils prevent this from being known But you check out the books they own Even masons they know it But refuse to show it, yo But it's proven and fact And it takes a nation of millions to hold us back
I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV, listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I'm comin' From the lower level I'm takin' tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts Wit a neck to wreck Took a poll 'cause our soul Took a toll From the education Of a TV station But look around Hear go the sound of the wreckin' ball Boom and Pound When I Shut 'em down 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 What I use in the battle for the mind I hit it hard Like it supposed Pullin' no blows to the nose Like uncle L said I'm rippin' up shows Then what it is Only 5 percent of the biz I'm addin' woes That's how da way it goes Then U think I rank never drank, point blank I own loans Suckers got me runnin' from the bank Civil liberty I can't see to pay a fee I never saw a way to pay a sap To read the law Then become a victim of a lawyer Don't know ya, never saw ya Tape cued Gettin' me sued Playin' games wit' my head What the judge said put me in the red Got me thinkin' 'bout a trigger to the lead No no My education mind say Suckers gonna pay Anyway There gonna be a day 'Cause the troop they roll in To posse up Whole from the ground Ready to go Throw another round Sick of the ride It's suicide For the other side of town When I find a way to shut 'em down Who count the money In da neigborhood But we spendin' money To no end lookin' for a friend In a war to the core Rippin' up the poor in da stores Till they get a brother Kickin' down doors Then I figure I kick it bigger Look 'em dead in the eye And they wince Defense is pressurized They don't want it to be Another racial attack In disguise so give some money back I like Nike but wait a minite The neighborhood supports so put some Money in it Corporations owe Dey gotta give up the dough To da town or else We gotta shut 'em down
Virgin bitches With rockin' clitches Gettin' riches Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here at The devil carried the cross to Christ On the back of a black angelic hood rat On an anti low jack crack hat I'm humble But I'll rumble With any given devil On any given level But must I put into effect And black caught ??? No don't test me Checks from the ass to the throne Grown, I'ma do it my way Oh, by the way, I don't play So what you say about this lost and found In lust but bound To get the stacks From the last sex acts Sack the Government tongue kissed the devils daughter And sent native daughters to the slaughter The last six chapters of an anti-nigga knock Entitled life in the fast lane Like death, in the last lane
I live, until the day I die I live, until the day I cry I'm dead, the day I lie
I'm not takin' pay off's And lay off's Knockin' G's off From the tip off Less academic callories Hope to make a high price salary I got 40 acres to comphiscate I got a mule that can't wait to ??? On who gets paid And who gets layed And who gets saved And who gets sprayed By burnt pale faces Fiends in high places Faces and faces chasin' traces and cases and cases of case suits Gettin' loot In a two piece multi national corporation noose Around the neck of his pops Got locked and dropped by a dirty cop Stop
I got an attitude how do you figure Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga Am I supposed to be a nigga
Yes - the rhythm, the rebel Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X
Fight The Power Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power)
When flav starts to get busy Grabbin the mic and they say who is he Cock deezal breakdown like bill bixbie When I think, yo I think in 360 Gimme the mic an i??쨔ma solve all mystery I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me 'cause when he do, that??쨔s when he kiss dee Titles go by and my style is fly One more time I came here to rhyme Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma go for mine So emcee??쨔s all a y'all shut up When flavor??쨔s in the house we say
What what
Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what
Now when I do my flavor dance All the ladies go crazy in a trance Nonstop booy from the clock on my watch I can bring it from the bottom and take it to the top Let me rock, come on let me get wit it When I tell you what to get, don??쨔t get offended Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma bend it Transmissions from the sky yo i??쨔ll send it Times on my hands yo sometimes I lend it Though i??쨔m spendin it for a fact I??쨔ll make you say what what Cause flave??쨔s back
What what
Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what
Now everybody listen to flav If you don??쨔t listen to me you will end up in your grave Most of these people??쨔s rhymes is whack But I got a bunch of rhymes in my napsack Walk on my back with the black hat Got the rhymes to come on the attack Can??쨔t you tell that i??쨔m really good lookin They know me from miami, california Back to brooklyn Even in spain they knew flavor??쨔s name In japan they know i??쨔m nice in the game We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe We did the first album and it came out fly And don??쨔t ask why you won??쨔t understand Styles we got millions of fans So come on get down like this what??쨔s up When flavor grab the mic I will rip your butt
What what
Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what
Fight The Power Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power)
