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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
Ladies and gentlemen we got TJ Swan in the house tonight Ladies and gentlemen ladies and gentlemen Ladies and gentlemen we got Rahzel in the house tonight Please enter your password [Verse 1] It's the human soundwave straight out your comic book Sound effects blazin through your rhymin' book Just imagine all the time it took for me to master this The Art of Noise is hazzardous Imagine this, every sound from my lips At my fingertips I levitate the audience So ask Brooks and Dres who's got the effects More (?) than Mardi Gras, rugged like Goretex Reach out and touch your whole crew like Nine-x Sprint for the stage cause MC onyx Flip more connects than your internet Rhymes is on time, I'm always on-line Pump this in your Lex coupe, Benz, or Pathfind Reverse the third verse nigga, then press rewind [Chorus:] Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Razhel) Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Rahzel) Make the music with your mouth (Rah-Rahzel) You make the music with your mouth The music with your mouth [Verse 2] Yo yo, I'm takin the world by storm when I perform Arm arm, leg-a leg-a head, watch me transform (Transforming noises) Decepticons! Rainin' on your college ass, this goes on I'm animated, never dorm-ant, so change the format What I'm strong at, Mortal Kombat, so Cheech and Chong that (Fighting noises) Heh, brother damn you! Heh, seems you're pretty good with your kung fu! Now where's my Yong Fu at, my glass of cognac? Digital readout with a comsat, but I'm not that (?) Let's track back, slick wanna eat that, you want my feedback? (Computer noises) Now let's delete that Now repeat that, I'm takin' the streets back like I'm sweep back Think you could beat that? I'm bringin the heat back on the street track (Scratching) Marley Marl bring the beat back! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Rahzel, call me Optimus Prime Third verse, eight bars, ain't no stoppin this rhyme I did this years ago, I guess I'm ahead of my time Computerized, that's my mental design (?) short of Euclid, I'm runnin through clicks with a few tricks An accoustics, John Woo flicks on some new shit Heh, all I wanted was some rice cakes! Rahzel soundwave controllin' your whole prostate [Chorus with variations, till fade |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
And now Ladies and Gentlemen in your right corner
Weighing in at an even 215 pounds Residing from the South Bronx Maintaning 39 wins 40 knockouts and no losses It's the undisputed beatbox champion of the world!! Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X All I know That's a bad motherfucker All I know He's about to drop some shit now All I know [Rahzel] When I first came out many couldn't catch my name Now worldwide, feel the affects, scratch my name Rahzel, now rewind that, (Gargling) slow it down, you'll find that the way I design that, and reverb behind that, not in my contract I'm bustin all over this bitch, while your girl cums Down with the Two-One-Fifth, Illadelph, Dy-Nast' R-double-O-T-S, no need to remind us You're far behind us, tryin to high beam, blind us Catching shinas from a nickle plated niner (Gun sounds) Blastin' holes in your designers This is for you primadonnas cause my persona's like pirhannas I got you second guessin and sweatin like saunas If you learned from the second lesson, no question you want it Change your facial expressions from minutes to seconds to longer God damn it feel good to see people up on it Chorus [Rahzel] Who's the man, Rahzel's the +Man+, so yo, pass the +Method+ 1200 styles, crush your crew without no effort Let me flip my, vocabulary, vocal acrobatics Smack up phone dramatics, I can jam like automatics Nine millimeter, twelve rounds, one in the chamber Russian Roulette, you can bet, there is DAN-JUR Number five in the Billboard, with the bullet One million, in my pile, you know the style, let me pull it cause I'm about to blast ya, take the mic, then harrass ya Switch up speeds, without the weed, then I'll pass ya Nineteen-ninety-nine, octane, because I gassed ya Watch me George Jet, on-you-son, like I'm NASA God damn, like to ?? compare on blaster ?? (shadowboxing sounds) It's the sound affect master "And I'll destroy anyone, who dares go against me" Chorus [Rahzel] I got your mouth wide open, just like the Grand Canyon I'm Trugoy, to this rap game, I got game Call me Denzel, with the rap name, I got aim "He's on FIRE!!" like a coal in a hot flame plus my Posdonuses, produces, your prognosis Kids doin the chronic from coast to coast kid Death, what the doctor ordered, so say, "Ahhh" Take you +Three Feet High and Risin+, like De La C'est la vie, I'm yo' super MC Got the S on my chest for you to buy my LP Check the outlets for cassettes and CD Sam Goody, Blockbustin' up your H M V Nigga please, ask yo mamma for some cheese Tell her need some restitution like them Vietnamese in Vietnam, cause Rahzel drops the bomb More complex than texts, in your Holy Qu'ran Chorus |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
[Chorus: x 4 ]
I can't stop I really don't care about those other carbon copies Don't stop Bobby, don't stop Yo, I'm the microphone champion Any stage you get me on or let me on My ambiance is one step beyond Then my song is a correspond with the audience Experience the Renaissance my reason once is really on Wonder Twin powers activate Put the tape on, I can take on any shape, form Size or weight, shape of Activation Voltron Imagine all the microphones in the world I spit it on Imagine the next MC step to me gettin' shitted on You can even ask the girl about the bed we did it on I hit it from the back to Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get it On' Don't get it wrong, give it a thong, she put it on, in uniform Sippin' Don Perignon, Shawn Don, fillet mignon Long horns stick and move until the cameras come on Until the cameras are gone from there on, dusk till dawn Get your grind on, now put your panties back on Thank you for your cooperation Rahzel, on your Hot 97 station [Chorus x 2] [Woman:] Oh what's wrong Rahzel? You're trying to sing? Don't worry baby, when you grow up you're gonna be a star! Yo, I'm one of the illest vocalists to ever turn the mic on Let me download my sound, catalog the microns Turn your website on WWW dot transmission d-d-d-dot sitcom Got your girl buck naked on the cover, right on 3-D visually enhanced on your CD-ROM EP-ROM, erasable, programmable and only Memory accessible when your PC's on We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong Yo your mother's so fat she wears a three piece thong Made of polyester-cryllic, rip stop nylon With a skully cap that stretches three feet long 98 degrees outside, with a sheepskin on I play you and your mom like Donkey Kong Check this out [Chorus x 4] Yo we got the hottest, wildest fiber optic Double O 7 James Bond, talkin' in your watch shit Watch this, Baywatch shit Topless, there's no way you could stop this, spotless Keep the flame up in the cockpit On some New Kids on the Block shit My worse man is nothin' but profit While you keep secrets and gossip The Officer, the Gentleman Chiseled out, President, call me Lou Gosset This is for the players who pop shit Frontin' like you got shit PHD, without the doctorate If it wasn't for break beats, you'd be rhymin' over my shit Often transformin' on stage, the Super DJ 2000 beats per minute, with an arcade Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tours with an upgrade Call the paramedics to fed-ex some first aid My calisthenics been magnetic since first grade We can battle in the doorway or the hallway We can take the shit to the street, off and on Broadway We can battle where you buy your cheap ass clothes in front of Comway We can battle in the passenger seat of your mother-fuckin' Hyundai [Chorus x 4] Doo doo, doodoo doooo Doo doo, doodoo doooo Keep it movin' We're movin' on It's time to get down Rahzel, Roots crew, what, yeah Uh huh, break it down what, Ice diggy Hollis crew, Irv Gotti, what. |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
{BZzT BRRAAAP TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Alright Rahzel you gonna be alright? {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Okay KITT {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] Turn into the car {Kashshshshh *hydraulic noise* *computer beeps* kshs BZZZzt} [Rick] KITT {TRANZZ FOR MATION} [Rick] It's Michael a.k.a. Slick Rick the Ruler you alright? {TRANZZ FOR MATION} {*Rahzel starts beatboxing*} [Rick] Let's go Put my seatbelt on KITT Stop right here, where we at? Shotty part of Brooklyn it gets rough out here KITT (Michael's callin .. I have to go) I don't know how we gon' do this Wait right here, I'll be right back (Michael's callin .. I have to go) (Callin the Rick .. I have to go) [Slick Rick] Rap battle one two, one two, check it out All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone Get a little ? while in the pen, still hold the throne Blood is the same for us to spill I give off the impression it's no thing for us to kill Around the way with street corner game, Pat Sajak Got kids to feed, you can't stop the paycheck! (Mhmm) A lettergram said that you're ahead of him Nowhere on the planet nigga can't rap better than So know that I'm the flyest, bypass by you and your tired-ass bow down to my ass I shit on a kid wanna vic wanted KITT What's ?? Slick Rick, this one is dead Life's finished, this rapper ?? Me and Rahzel on the record no cat career finished Jump in my car, better buckle up KITT, hurry, get me 'cross town to wreck another club Chorus: Rahzel and Slick Rick "For all of y'all, keepin y'all in health (to what?) Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself" Rahzel, what's my name? {Ehh-ehh, ehh-Slick Rick} What's the timeframe? {SIX MINUTES TO DESTINATION} Set the hydraulics {Awwahha, "Ohh my gosh!"} and the low mileage, make sure the car's polished Got all the girls screamin just to hear me flow {Aha-wweeh, "Hereeeee we goooooooo..."} [Slick Rick] No not rich, old boy bougie Car KITT known to get Rolls Royce pussy In front of y'all opponent, the man be arrogant Is there some part of "I can slaughter anyone" that all you don't get? My records, are ??, how dare announce attack us Jack shit suave more debonaire about your black ass Slick pose with another gold hit By self eliminate a motherfucker whole click .. All assume in the cut Motherfucker even question if I'm human or not! Who that swingin in Seacaucus? The gorgeous, of course it's thoughtless, c'mon KITT, the King of New York is And now it's gettin kind of dark, ?? Westside Highway, park by the Tunnel Bad car horn oinks off the man's points Walk in, niggaz havin a ball off of Rah's joint Chorus 3X |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
To the beat (echoes) [Q Tip talking] Uh what takin' you back. All the way back. On the Rahzel track. [Chorus:] X 2 To the beat and let your mind flow To the beat I let my mind go To the beat it makes your mind flow To the beat (echoes) [Verse 1 (Q Tip)] I let my m i i i i i i nd flow like a river But now Red and Dead sea constantly I MC No conspiracy like Pope and Cons-tinople Makin' tracks by theyself, you know I bless a little vocal Artistry since constipated Nowadays we're with Rahzel, we're glad we waited Now we got you, right in the spot where we want it And every single negative vibe is confronted It's kinda ill when you let your music go free flowin Buildin' on improvised grounds and still growin People work hard, some wanna escape But yo we gotta face the music with ease and with grace Sometimes we look to jams for an inner inspiration Cause the lyrics and the rhythm are the music vibrations Makin things gel like a compound equation Mad sounds culminatin' for one sensation [Chorus] X 2 [Verse 2 (Q-Tip)] Lights, camera, action, get it on Watch the beatbox as he lets the sound form Ain't nobody iller than my man Rahzel So you other beat machines don't stress and get gel A very short suggestion is you go and work harder Give me a Break, my man is phat like Nell Carter With a brother like the (?) on top with the willy We the illy, he's phildeplh we the rusaphilly It's a thunderous move like a herd of elephants And it sounds real raw cause we in our element Like natural, never catch these kids on sabbatical Always up front tryin to give you what you want You see it's very crucial that we stand and deliver Always tryin to rise above and be a good figure And we hopin that you diggin on the rhymes that we wrote Better get yourself together, let's flow, come on [Chorus] X 4 [Rahzel beatboxes til fade |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
You know I love you baby.. suga sista You know I need you baby.. suga sista You know I love you baby.. suga sista You know I need you baby.. suga sista You know I love you baby.. suga SISTA!! You know I need you baby.. I just got home from off another world tour I'm outside in the rain it's beginnin to pour Can't understand why you changed the locks on the door Got all my drawers and socks outside on the lawn What's right is wrong, we used to make love to this song Twice as long, especially when the nights were long Suga even in the dark, or when the lights were on Sista even in the park, lover my life is gone I saw the flaws, now we both grabbin for straws over some love letters you found, in the top dresser drawer I'm missin you more, the sweet scent of Christian Dior Kissin you more, forever ? missin you more We need to communicate and start listenin more Baby from experience, I've been through it before I found the message in a bottle washed up on the shore Signed from, Sincerely Yours, I can't take it no more [Aaron Hall] No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista Sugahhhhhh Sistahhhh! Another episode, had the keys to the Yukon Tried to call her on the celly but she didn't respond Had my finger on redial now I'm callin her moms Kept gettin the voicemail now I'm losin my calm Though she's probably with the next man, wrapped in his arms Probably caught up in the mix, where she didn't belong On the topic of trust, misgivings was leading me wrong On the topic of us, misgivings was treating me wrong Reading me wrong, now we not getting along You never miss a good thing baby until it is gone The thrill is gone, you can hear my heart, spill on this song Wishin Once Upon a Time could stand still on this song If the feelings is strong, then a countermove would be wrong If the feelings is gone, then you know it's time to move on If the feelings is torn, then I was right all along If you think that I'm wrong, then pick my drawers off the lawn [Aaron Hall] No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista (Sista.. Sista..) No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista Suga Sista, Suga Sissss [Black Thought] At first I came to a halt, it was your fault Had me frozen on the avenue just watchin you walk Up in your presence I was caught, breath, becomin short I had to step to this to let you know you had my support I said, "I'm Black Thought, from out the 2-1-5th Maybe you heard about the Dynasty I do run with Me and The Roots done ripped, from Illadel' across the planet Ya see, we on some shit some find it hard to understand it But back, to what you all about or how you are at What type of Science did you Knowledge was your mental intact?" To converse, at first, let me know you knew the day and time I had to catch you, mentally makin you mine while I'm lookin at you, physical chiseled that of a statue Type of shit to make you travel from Philly to the Big Apple It feels kind of crazy, reminiscin back through No need to sweat the backturnin, keep it on the true and actual As I get into your thought, for all infinity Shower you in masculinity, reinforcin your sense of femininity, bless you with this, the true indentity Nothin but respect in your vicinity Since, the Suga Brown from the level of Foun-dation of ground so together we forever bound We could make, heavenly sounds like a musical blend throughout the bad times and beautiful things, it's like that [Aaron Hall] No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista (I'll never turn my back on you, SUGA SISS!) No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista (Suga Sista, Suga Sista, Suga Sista, Suga Sissss-tah My Suga, Sista, yeah yeah) No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista {* music and vocals fades |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
Sing a lang sang sing a lang song Sing a lang sang sing a lang song Sing a lang sang sing a lang song Twang twang twang twong I'm from the South I'm a Southern Girl Home of the burning church Don't know much about the world Home of the pocket stones Home of the booty songs Home of the finger wave that lasts All night long Home of the On & On Home of the dominoes Home of the two piece and the cat fight Home of the teeth that's gold Home of the never miss Home of the platinum hits I'm a Southern Girl (Southern Girl) Countryfied Everything I eat is fried Gotta Southern drawl I'm so country y'all Well that's way down South Yeah it's way down low Check my Southern fried style And my Southern flow (Southern Girl) Countryfied I like my Tofu fried Got about a hundred friends That ain't caught on the trends Don't know about the internet (mm-hmm) Don't know about the radio (mm-hmm) Don't know about the television all I know is bout my flow My kinfolk sent me out to make money for the house Hooked up with my boy Rahzel I sure hope the record sell (Southern Girl) Southern Girl, and I'll rock your world Fly as a bumble bee (buzz) Can't nobody fuck with me I'm a Southern Girl From way down South Got a dirty wave Cause I got a dirty mouth, dirty South (Southern Girl) Twain tiki lang tanga tang tiki tiki (Southern Girl) Twain twain twain ta tong Sounding like a (Southern Girl) Twain tiki tang, tang tatang ding ding (Southern Girl) Ding dingading dong, D.Y. Lil' La-double L.A.D.Y Lil' La-double L.A.D.Y Lil' La-double L.A. yesssssss Mmm, mmm, mmm Yes sir Get them chickens out the yard |
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from Rahzel - Make The Music 2000 (1999)
If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew That you was tryin to get with me (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) If your mother only knew She'd probably throw (beatboxes) You out her home (beatboxes) You'd probably be up on apartments all alone (beatboxes) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) This is the tricky part The beat, and the chorus, at the same time (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew If your mother only knew If your mother only knew (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew Ya'll don't think I'm doin' that shit? Ya'll don't think I'm doin' that shit? You think it's some other shit going on? I'm gonna slow it down I'm gonna slow it down a little bit so y'all can hear the pronunciation on everything I'm saying Check it out (Slow) If your mother only knew (beatboxes) (while beatboxing)if your mother only knew (beatboxes) |
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