Biz Markie: Take it From the Top

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Biz Markie]
Huh?
Yo this is funky!
We gon' get down to the point
And I'm just gonna say - I'd like to thank my man Rashad
But we gon' get down like this, and you don't stop
A twink-twinkle, a rock the house
And my man Diamond Shell, a rock the house
Can't forget my man Sal, rock the house, and
Felle Fel, rock the house
I can't forget, Capital, rock the house
My man Capital T, will rock the house
And to my man B, a rock the house, and
my man Frankie, a rock the house
I can't forget Doo G, rock the house
and my man Cool V, a rocks the house y'all
Ah to the beat y'all, you don't stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
and right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three

[Chorus]
Yo B take it from the top
Yo B take it from the top (sayyy whaaaat?)
Yo B take it from the top
Yo B take it from the top (wellllllll)

[Verse One]
Well I demand respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You may know me from "Rockin' With Biz Markie"
Or Shante, when she used to battle Sparky
You might have seen in some videos with other folks
Sittin on the bench while me and Biz was tellin mother jokes
The meaning of my name some people may, try to guess
Yes yes I'm fresh to the flesh, so let me manifest
I make romance, I'm not a freelance
I spin records; BITCH I don't breakdance!
I scoop girls around the world that's what B does
The name Backspin means that B was
born.. as a creative, cut king
Supreme poet, inferior to nothing
Call me the teacher, since I'm the one who taught you
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Frank Zappa - Mozart Ballet - Piano Sonata in B flat

Artist: Frank Zappa
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
FZ:
While the well disciplined Ian Underwood plays selected fragments from Mozarts Piano Sonata In B-flat and we make electric noises, some members of our rocking teen combo will hop around on stage in a grotesque parody of the art of ballet dancing.

Oh you have to carry him. . . .
...you carry him!

Come on, I told everybody

Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Boy, do I hate chickens!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, snork, snork, snork

During this part of our extremely zany ballet, Don Preston disguised as a mad scientist will convert the unwilling Motorhead Sherwood into a walking zombie.

Bok, bok, (heh), BOCK!

Don, let him get his smock on!
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Frank Zappa Mozart Ballet Piano Sonata in B flat

Sisqo And Mya - You Are Everything Remix

Artist: Sisqo And Mya
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
$i$qo

Last night we had an argument
Afterwards i'm feelin' pretty bent
Then I took a drink, and I didn't think
What was in store for me
You didn't know, how she'll take it
WIll she cherish your heart
Will she break it
You are everything
And everything is you

(Chorus)
You are everything
And everything is you
You are everything
And everything is you
You are everything
And everything is you

Baby tell me are you playin' me
When you're lovin' me
When you're holdin' me
And when you're f***ing me
Are you playin' me, are you playin' me
You are everything to me
I'm wonderin' if you will see
That I will love you always

(Chorus) You are everythingx4

(Ja Rule)
Baby girl you tellin' lies
Cause when I looked you in your face
I can see i'm on your mind
And it don't matta what other h**s may say
I know your love is blind, for me
Every b***h needs a thug n***a in their life, truly
Could it be you enjoying f*****g you
While you be lovin' me, trick and destroy us mentally
That's why they freak wit me frequently
Love is life

(Nokio)
Naw n***a life is love
take the baddest b***h ice her up
After the tour tell her keep in touch(N***a dats what's up)
Being Nokio's a bit much
Got b*****s ova seas that love to f**k
Got b*****s in the states taht love to suck
50 what the f**k ya'll want from me
Ghetto celebrity from b-more
Murderer do or die from the NY
Now everybody get right N-O-K-I-O baby
R-U-L-E baby, know a lot of ya'll b*****s hate me
Cause you can't relate to me
What the f**k you want from me
Let them h
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Rats Boomtown - Liquid Dreams

Artist: Rats Boomtown
Music Album: O-Town
(Music Song Lyrics):
Posters of love surrounding me, lost in a world of fantasy
Every night she comes to me and gives me all the love I need.

Now this hot girl (hot), she's not your average girl
She's a morpherotic dream from a magazine
And she's so fine(damn) designed to blow your mind
She's a dominatrix super-model beauty queen

I dream about a girl who's a mix of Destiny's Child
Just a little touch of Madonna's wild style
With Janet Jackson's smile, throw in a body like Jennifer
You got the star of my liquid dreams

Angelina Jolie's lips to kiss in the dark
Underneath Cindy C's beauty mark
When it comes to the test well Tyra's the best
And Salma Hayek brings the rest

Now this hot girl (hot), she's not your average girl
She's a morpherotic dream from a magazine
And she's so fine(damn) designed to blow your mind
She's a dominatrix super-model beauty queen

I dream about a girl who's a mix of Destiny's Child
Just a little touch of Madonna's wild style
With Janet Jackson's smile, throw in a body like Jennifer
You got the star of my liquid dreams

Looks ain't everything she's got the sweetest personality
Like Hally B (Hally B)
My mama thinks I'm lazy, my friends all think I'm crazy
But in my mind I leave the world behind every night I dream

Liquid dreams, my liquid dreams
Waterfall and streams, these liquid dreams

I dream about a girl who's a mix of Destiny's Child
Just a little touch of Madonna's wild style
With Janet Jackson's smile, throw in a body like Jennifer
You got the star of my liquid dreams (repeat to fade
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Rats Boomtown Liquid Dreams

Biz Markie: Let Go My Eggo

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Ahhh-yew-whayaeuwwww
Now it-it-it-it-it-it sound funky
Yo Doc, I'ma count it on three
One, two, three

Well I'm not a qualuudes or a halucinogen
I'm just comin up with rhymes that I invent
Out of my head, or like on the spot
And uhh, whether you know it or whether you not
?? we did the Mudfoot in your town
I-I'm super-educated, ready to get down
Just check out what the heck I got to say
It's not the same ol', rhythm and rap cliche
Markie the king of a rec, I rock and put you in check
Hypnotizin recognizin plus I get respect
And if you think you can, mess with the magical man
I rock the mic do what I like and plus I got a plan
So don't be missin don't be listenin to the format
Determined like a German like a head is to a hat
That's why I qualify, as the better MC
I never treat people like they were fleas
But if you think that I got a big head though
EHHHH AHAHHHHHH! Let go my emehamahmmm EGGO

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
Let go my Mmm ah mmm uh uh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mm mm mm mm EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Now bust this out

Well well well well you know it's me
The Mudfoot, yeah the Diabolical B
I-Z-abba-zee-mm-A-Rrrah, I'm a superstarrah
Always rap on mines, so I don't have to bother
I just come up out with somethin G like
Other MC's thinkin, I'm on the mic
Super, duper, MC party pooper
A tick-tock to the roc the mic and I recoup-ah
rate and I am great, my DJ is a-ight
If he say rock it to the rhythm, well rhymes I be writin
BMV Studios, didn't you know
My D-O-C is down and Jidoe
I sing, on record, I get respected never neglected
Well protected edu-I-do you know that I'm
the, oh-riginal B, I-Z-M-A-R, K-I with E
And if you think it's me, no, I think it's the
C-double-O-L V, and my man D-O-C
I get with Big E, I zugga zagga zee
I'm backwards other MC know what this mean
Hellafied king, I do my own thing
Make the microphone sing, and you know that I bring
And everytime I rock, I don't got a big head though
FORGET THAT! Let go my mm-ah-ehrmm-mmah EGGO!

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
Let go my Mmm ah mmm uhh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mm uh mm uh EGGO..
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mah-uhh umm-uhh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}

Now a lot of like people wanna know about me
The original diabolical energetical
B-I-Z-mmmahhhzayy-Rrrah superstarrah of rap
And it don't matter to me, I'll make your hands clap
Best in zing, the man appointed rap king
Down to wreck your body, I make the 'phone sing
That's why I say zzznoahh, MC shower
Hey, in Junior High School I say Shenandoah
and, bedknocks and broomsticks
with my DJ Cool V, that is on the mix
I do it out of my head-n, from hear to Homestead'n
or even Belleport cause it is my sport

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
{Cool V cuts again}
{Cool V cuts again}
{Cool V cuts "I'm the Biz" over and over}
{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
{Cool V cuts again to fade}

Bishop: U Know U Ghetto

Artist: Bishop
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[lil kids (Bishop)]
U know u ghetto (dont be ashamed )
U ghetto
U ghetto ( dont be ashamed )
U ghetto
U know u ghetto

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto when you got rats and roaches
With the fan in the window, front door wide open
U know u ghetto when u say "I aint offended"
Change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antenna
U know u ghetto eatin chicken everyday
With color weave in your hair and you trickin for a pay
Gold teeth in your mouth
Out talkin loud
And the car that you drive cost more than your house
U know u ghetto when your job is illegal
Live in the projects with furniture like rich people
U know u ghetto when you cook with lard
Only credit that you got is your food stamp card
U know u ghetto when you own section 8
Have dues everyday, but you pay your bills late
Understand this song, get your jam on
And yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on

[chorus]
[lil kids (Bishop)]
U know u ghetto ( look at the way you walk)
U ghetto ( c'mon, listen to how you talk)
U ghetto ( look at the clothes you wear)
U ghetto ( haa, look at that style of hair)
U know u ghetto

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto pickin boogers and you flick 'em
And eat with your hands stead of washin 'em, you lick 'em
You dont know your daddy
And your hair nappy
People catch the Holy Ghost in church gettin happy
U know u ghetto call the crib your house
Be at funerals screamin, fightin, then fall out
U know u ghetto sellin clothes that you stole
And when you go out it's like a fashion show
U know u ghetto with a name like Shaniqua
Pookie, Red, and Peanut puttin codes in your beeper
When you hear stuff, helecopter, city bus
????? straight out of the ice cream truck

[chorus]

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto only shop when there's a sale
Late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell
U know u ghetto when you pee outside
Catch bronchitis, get ?????? and sleep tight
U know u ghetto when y'all stealin cable
Cussin and DJin on underground radio
Sayin Yo' Mama jokes
Fightin on talk shows
Matress against the wall
Aint no frame, it's on the floor
U know u ghetto with dreads, ????, and braids
Weave, colorful nails, afros, ??????, and ?????
U ghetto, wont pay back money that you borrow
And wearin an outfit you gon' return tomorrow
U know u ghetto bettin on a number
Usin words like "Uhh-huh", "Naw", and "Uhh-uhh"
Stead of "Mom" you say "Ma", stead of "Dad" you say "Da"
You see nickel stores, bar-b-cue stands, and laundromats

[chorus]

[Bishop]
U know u ghetto punchin aint playin house right
Your kids bare foot playin outside
Eat food of the ground, say "God, bless the church"
Let your kids drink beer talkin bout "It gives 'em worms"
U know u ghetto borrowin your friends clothes
Ran out of water supplies from people next door
U know u ghetto heat the house with the oven
And anybody famous from the hood your cousin
U know u ghetto cussin out your teacer
And when somethin happen your mama screamin "Lord Jesus!"
When you use street knowledge
Graduate from school and go to jail instead of college
U know u ghetto bar-b-cuein every holiday
Pizza man wont even deliver around your way
Whjere the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out
Mom's at the gas station beggin for some change now

[chorus]

Biz Markie: Goes Around

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to jostmatt@bgb.ch for these lyrics.

[ VERSE 1 ]
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
>From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

[ VERSE 3 ]
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon!"

Benzino - Figadoh

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Scarface, Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop Dogg]
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
What what (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Figadoh)

[Benzino]
What, why? Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know?
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean

[Chorus - Benzino (Snoop) 2x]
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream
We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up
Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do')
Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don't worry 'bout what one do

[Chorus 2x]

[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
f-ck Cristal, what the Henny do?
You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro
You got dough and we've got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So f-ck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn't
But the paper was the influence and that's what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, f-ck these hoes

[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!!!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!

[Chorus - 4x w/ changing ad libs]
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Benzino Figadoh

Biz Markie: Biz is Goin Off

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
"I!!! - am the magnificent..."
{*Biz beatboxes a scale, repeating the last note*}
"I!!! - am the magnificent..."
{*Biz: BOOM, ah one two, ah one two - followed by clicks*}
"I'm the {?} most honored, storied, sound of soul!"
{*Cool V scratches: "Go off, go off!"*}

[Verse One]
Hey to everybody and, people that say partyin
It's time to hear a funky rhyme from me the Biz Markie again
As I just display 'em, the way I like say 'em
The stutter steppin style that I use to amuse and HEY
I'm the original, hellified king-ing
For freaky sound, for throwin down, and you know that I'm bringing
The crowd to enjoyment, by what I do
Like {*ah-oww-oww WAHHAZOOW, boom, ah one two*}
I keep the people cheerin, because of what they hearin
Movin and groovin, to a devestatin sound that's glarin
Because they're in the mood for me
The B-I-Z the Emmezah-Emmezah-A-R-K-I-E
The party rippin, never trippin, king of crowd pleasin
I can turn it out without a doubt in any season
I entertain crowds, a million and thous'
Homeboys makin noise, as I do browse through a girl's blouse
Say the funky rhyme to make the girls get naked
I can turn it out, with different sounds on my record
That I say give 'em, as y'all exault the rhythm
The magnificent record maker of Prism

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off
The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off
The Biz, Mark, is, ah goin off
The Biz {*"Go off, go off!"*}

[Verse Two]
Ha ha ha ha ha! Check out this bizarre
Rappin style used by me, the B-I-Z
Emm-A-R-K-I with the E and, you will be agreein
A brother ain't a brother unless he is say like G'n
Up with his technique and, keep the people freakin
Like me the B

BENZINO - Ghetto Childfeat. Bobby Brown, Mr. Gzus

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro: Bobby Brown]
Yo, this is B Brown
We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right
Two times

[Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown)
Eye for an eye (Ghetto, ghetto)
Strong will survive (Yeah, yeah)
Everyday struggle to stay alive
Look deep inside (My ghetto child)
Bet cha wanna ride
Ghetto child gon learn to fly (Ghetto child)

[Bobby Brown]
Now being born in the ghetto, it's hard, believe me
Not just a job, anything ain't easy
You go through rough times, you go through hard times
And times even tougher than that
But what I got is a mans best friend
I know I'll fail staying in a house that your bed shield
Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride
Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside
It's a living hell, you got to be the guy
Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide
Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful
You got to be live-full
Black to feed the back
Never second guess a professor
Your not see-through, your not even equal
But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes]

[Chorus 2x]

[Mr. Gzus]
Let me explain to you, un-hunh, some game is the truth
Mainly I speak to the youth
I used to hustle drugs with a crew
I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do?
We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose
While shorty saw us off the ninety proof
Lost to the streets
Loved to rhyme so throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete
At the same time I gots ta eat
Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete
Unaware of the heat, there's was def from cheek to cheek
No sleep for two weeks stated all kinds of beef
Been through hell and back before I was grown
No pops to teach me to how spread my wings and fly, I did that on my own
Made it this far and I'ma keep goin
Y'all ain't knowin, I'm still here and keep growin, from a ghetto child

[Chorus 2x]

[Bobby Brown]
It ain't nothing about hits
It's about these grits
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the...
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Don't make it up, don't make it up

[Chorus 2x]
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Biz Markie: Groovin

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
One-two one-two
This is a groove, y'knahmsayin? We just gon' get down
My name is um, Biz Mark
Got my man Cool V in the um, in the um thang
And I can't forget my man, Everett-is-an-zell{?}
We gonna give love to
I'd like to give a very special um, thanks to my man LG
{?} and, I'd like to uhh, kick it a lil' somethin like this
Check it out now

[Verse One]
Words of wisdom, knowledge of understandin
To be like me takes practice and plannin
Come out fresh, like graANNNNNND openin
Fender bender, loan shark lender
Kareem changed his name, from Lew Alcindor
The Bob Barker, the {?} stopper
The mad harper, the Cyndi Lauper
To be or not to be a celebrity
A little, comedy with Eddie Murphy
Grandmaster Flash, Treacherous Three
And the King of Rockers, Run-D.M.C.
To all the girls and boys, like to make noise
Crazy gents, spendin dollars and cents
Women and men that borrow and lend
And all the children that try to pretend
to be a Prince {?}, or Jackson
Now my man Michael loves to eat cycle
crazy wings off the gravy train
My great dane Joey, so bowl a household
With the b-boy product that'll help them grow
We don't give 'em milk because that give 'em the craps
We feed 'em um, sausages and liver snaps
but seriously, I'm in the place to be
But it ain't a place to be without me me me
Between herpes and AIDS, I'd rather have VD
Gonorrhea syphillis is a real bad case
You get goner in her pants, rhea in her face
I wouldn't stick mine in her, beeehind
{*babbling*} a without vine
{*babbling*} one heck of mine, mine mine mine

[Outro]
And we gon' give a little shoutout
This is a little shoutout, right here
I just wanted to give it

Biz Markie: Family Tree

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: All Samples Cleared
(Music Song Lyrics):
one two, one two
this goes out to my brother dimond shell
my man jazzy jerome, def jeff
i can't forget my man kevin d and the midnight express crew
philly, soda pop
i'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
one, two, one two three and
i got a friend by the name of charlie
charlie got a wife by the name of dolly
dolly and charlie got a son named wally
and wally got a girl by the name of polly
polly got a sister by the name of molly
molly and polly got a mother named holly
father named arthur, we call him artie
you don't understand then i'm very very sorry
cousin named frita, uncle named skeeter
he's married to my fine aunt rita
who is the leader of the married cheaters
so i son't greet her, cause my uncle don't need her
grandma joyce drives a rolls royce
of the family i'm a favorite choice
buddy named homer, used to be a loner
now he's got a girl by the name of mona
now that homer's married to mona
all he does all day is bone, bone, bone her
father named lex, gets big respect
driving in his dodge 300gx
week after next, lex gets his check
me and lex will be chillin' in the x
my girl elenor, went to the drugstore
to get deodorant, i think it was pure
cause the one she used before made her underarm sore
and that's why elenor don't use it no more
a girl named betty who used to go with freddie
a girl named gwen, she's my best friend
known her ever since who knows when
and do you comprehend, the message that i send
of family and friend of grandpa ben
like, like, like, like, like, like that
bound to wreck your body
and ana na na na na na na na na na ana
cool v bring it down b

Benzino - Die Another Day

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Benzino]
Lord help us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all about rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my niggas eyes
It wasn't about me and Em, you gotta realise
It's just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is what we here for
Then why ain't the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's good so they say so
EPMD was always gold with no radio
Now it's time to turn the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put this little bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, f-ckin' pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide through then they devide, conquer
And every plantation got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady Records just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat f-ckin' pig
I'm holdin you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he wanna fight, please
Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown clown you, how insane is that
You let em tonguekiss your wife when you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya hear blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell records Marshall when you dead
Motherf-ck make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the streets of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have been killed left in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya f-ckin' mouth
Before I put a glock in yo' mutherf-ckin' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't safe no more (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' back at the candystore
We f-cked up, resort to plan B
f-ck around she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your wife Kim anyway
She's on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a king you a little punk
You the rap david doer the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas ain't with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap Martin
Don't worry I'm a finish what we started
And everybody who wanna scream Pac's name
You don't make a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must survive
You sleep with five O, you walk with the feds
Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you gonna die another day
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Biz Markie: Country (Interlude)

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Biz Markie singing]
My name is the Biz, everywhere I go
I rock the party, from head to toe
Lot of MC's wanna hear the way that I do rock
Is it because I put the party people into shock
I think it's because I am the original B
Ain't no other MC like the B-I-Z Markie (hit it Kev)
On the guitar is my man Monty
And Tex don't know how to dance for S-H-I-T (f-ck you)
But everytime you hear me I am on the go
Right there in Germany is my man Dajabo{?}
Everytime you hear me rhyme, I know {?} how to sing
That's why a lot of girls cling to the ding-a-ling
{*everyone breaks down in laughter*}

Biz Markie: The Dragon

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: The Biz Never Sleeps
(Music Song Lyrics):
VERSE 1 ]
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

[ VERSE 3 ]
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon

Benzino - Ghetto Child

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Bobby Brown, Mr. Gzus)

[Intro: Bobby Brown]
Yo, this is B Brown
We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right
Two times

[Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown)
Eye for an eye (Ghetto, ghetto)
Strong will survive (Yeah, yeah)
Everyday struggle to stay alive
Look deep inside (My ghetto child)
Bet cha wanna ride
Ghetto child gon learn to fly (Ghetto child)

[Bobby Brown]
Now being born in the ghetto, it's hard, believe me
Not just a job, anything ain't easy
You go through rough times, you go through hard times
And times even tougher than that
But what I got is a mans best friend
I know I'll fail staying in a house that your bed shield
Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride
Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside
It's a living hell, you got to be the guy
Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide
Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful
You got to be live-full
Black to feed the back
Never second guess a professor
Your not see-through, your not even equal
But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes]

[Chorus 2x]

[Mr. Gzus]
Let me explain to you, un-hunh, some game is the truth
Mainly I speak to the youth
I used to hustle drugs with a crew
I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do?
We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose
While shorty saw us off the ninety proof
Lost to the streets
Loved to rhyme so throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete
At the same time I gots ta eat
Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete
Unaware of the heat, there's was def from cheek to cheek
No sleep for two weeks stated all kinds of beef
Been through hell and back before I was grown
No pops to teach me to how spread my wings and fly, I did that on my own
Made it this far and I'ma keep goin
Y'all ain't knowin, I'm still here and keep growin, from a ghetto child

[Chorus 2x]

[Bobby Brown]
It ain't nothing about hits
It's about these grits
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the...
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto
Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
Don't make it up, don't make it up

[Chorus 2x]
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Saafir the Saucee Nomad - Joint Custody

Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Music Album: Boxcar Sessions
(Music Song Lyrics):
I'm accurate secure my spot there be no hot
seats don't trick sweet treats even if i'm
stiffer than a swisher easy going when i'm sleep warlike
it's when i attack untight mike masses
don't conceal ya feel breed if you're exceeded
by who is this myself i demean so my dream
of being a hiphop master won't shatter
like plaster sample savior sup shallow taste
it peculiar rare file no aroma of a coma substance
is vicious vile wicked you can't f-ck with the twisted
winding sizeable you've stumbled into hazy ill-defined
room ya shrumed ya self butt naked ya nothin but
chosen prunes frozen fumes
Saafir will be here like landscape
i'll scrape ya ass off the reel
you've been edited i'm enriched fit
full blown 11x13 it seems at first word
seeing is no believing unless your vision is blurred
from these cutesy, cutesy new boodies on rap i'm rilin
up a muthy gats being pushed in ya Saliva
opening the file of a masterpiece
is where i lease my space
i rope dope styles like cows ram them in your ass
baby, oh! and this time i didn't forget the gravy
pay me my respect check one hobo immovable spirit
i was brought here solely for the lyrics
i have no time for your unsubliminal earthly
i'll be lurkin on the b-side slidin in sideways
on the edge straight servin them i'm on some reap bitch
shit shut up fall silent no perfume
i'll stay funky musty with this custody

i've mastered my adrenalin sendin souls to afterlife
like Mussolini i'm like Houdini who can see me
i'm the same color of the sun if you have no pigment
you'll get burned charred to a crisp
refreshing drink i think you need a sip of this
cause you're this close to a lip of the wrist
and the thing you value the most
life please let there be another entity
to devour proficient effective
when i think you should offer your feces
i'm going to revel and defile in the prostitution
of the potency words swarmin teamin up
pain will be equivalent to the unteethin of a pup
the force tell you don't prolong yaself
ya too noticeable to the graduated continuing
it's amazing how your reproductive system works
of art develop blossom gain grow
i see the unholy gain green in ya
seems magnify move up i prefer ya
raise ya cup why don't ya raise ya skirt
well i'm pleased to see that you don't have the
correct knees for the job off my nob by far
sighted only in infrared ya not prepared to spar
with a heavyweight, dwelling repelling freshmens
propelling them back to the guf look it up i'm puffy
like my man from uptown for those weak
don't provoke or speak or it spells an abrupt downtown
trip, from the hips what's that smell of ass
we've past that point i have custody joint
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Bizkit Limp: Bring The Noise with Staind

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
feat. Aaron Lewis from Staind

Gimme some guitars punk
Sweet Leth
Limp Bizkit in the house
What f-cken' house?
Seattle baby
Terry Date, Limp Bizkit, Staind

Bring the noise
Bass! how low can you go?
Death row what a brother knows
Once again, back is the incredible
The rhyme animal
The incredible D. Public Enemy number one
Five-o said "freeze!" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I never really had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cuz my records they sell
'Cuz a brother like me said "well?"
Farrakhan's a racist and I think you outta listin to
What he can say to you what you otta do
Follow for now power of the people say.
"Make a miracle, D. pump the lyrical"
United we stand, all in all, we're gonna win.
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Never badder than bad 'cuz the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt as a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cuz the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying
Inside music that the critics are blasting me
For they'll never care for the brother and sisters
Now across the country has us up for the war.
We got to demostrate, come on
They're gonna have to wait 'till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black. but we'll see if they'll play this

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My DJ is Lethal dose, we call him Leth you know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father or our rock' n' roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin' you call a band man
Makin' a music abuse it but you can't do it, ya know
You call 'em demos but we ride limos, too
Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run DMC first said a DJ could be a band
Stand on it's feet get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B. and LB as well, hell
Records from Fred D still we can rock bells
Ever for ever, Universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it

Turn it up, bring the noise!
I said turn it up!

Bring that f-cken' noise, and get the f-ck up
Get the f-ck up
Bring the noise
Bring it
f-ck this
Limp Bizkit
f-ck this
In the studio
f-cken Suck ass
Bring that noise
Man f-ck this
Terry Date is a f-cken pain
Everybody shut up and turn the f-cken' tape off

Saafir the Saucee Nomad - Can U Feel Me

Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Music Album: Boxcar Sessions
(Music Song Lyrics):
I'm cruisin I'm losin money on gas
I pass a car with a star in it I stare
For a minute but that's the limit
Otherwise gas won't be the only thing
I'm losin' money too...ooh wee! It's
Tuesday two days after the weekend
Imagine if the weekend was a day for
Weak minded men anyway
I re take my train of thought I bought
a fat sack and I'm happy cause I got nappy
Soldiers in my crew ya through if
You don't learn so I learnt, that I'm burnt
I ran into my homie, yeah wassup?
At least I thought he was, but then I caught
the buzz that he was talkin behind my back
From his girl, ain't that Earl? For
Those who can't feel me, Earl means wack
In fact, I had that problem a few times
But I'll just splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it
Maybe I'll split it in half, or laugh like this...
Ha ha ha... can u feel me?

I faked the funk, and conversated without a doubt
He was a chump, but with clout, I ended my route
at the liquor store and I tried to
buy a Guiness Stout, but I remembered it was nasty
But fools drink it cause it's a hip-hop classy
You can miss me with that trendy drink
Cause they, all make your breath stink, plus
death is linked to all alcohol that Arabians won't let you buy
they keep tellin me my identification is a lie
Why would I, put my face on plastic and in the space
where it says birthdate put "see owner"
fool, I'm a teenage organ donor
So I pick up my I.D. I ain't trippin - why?
Cause I'm high, already, on life
Once again - I'm riding
I'm about to hit the eastside of Oakland
I got my seat belt on so when the heat's felt
From 5.0, I'll turn up the song and start
Singing, "I wish police was a lease
that was up" Can u feel me?

Well it's gettin dark, but it's daylight savings time
Clocks go back, but I stay focused and
ahead cause I wanna be fat, can u feel me?
If you rap I like to fully flex, I like to box
I like breakin bullies necks
I like collecting checks and collecting respect
But I'm not there yet and until then I'll just sell dank - sacks
20's, 10's, I'm drivin the weights to be
prepared in case I meet my fate and I'm always
thinking, "Where will I go when I die?
Will I be underground like I am now
or in the sky?" My man plan B is smilin
cause he can feel me, wassup Jess
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Hill Dru - You Are Everything Remix

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Enter the Dru
(Music Song Lyrics):
featuring Ja Rule Nokio

Yo we gonna try something a little different
Yo make.. make my voice a little more distorted
Yeah I don’t know if they ready for this
Uh dance uh uh dance uh uh dance uh uh dance
Uh uh verse

Last night we had an argument
Afterwards I’m feelin’ pretty bent
Then I took a drink and I didn’t think
What was in store for me

1 You don’t know you don’t know how she'll take it
Tell me what a simple man could do
Will she cherish your heart, will she break it
Cuz you are everything and everything is you, sing

2 - You are everything and everything is you
You are everything and everything is you
You are everything and everything is you
You are everything and everything is you

Listen, baby don't want you playin' me
Lovin' me, holdin' me
Over and then ya play me, blame me, lately
You everything to me, wonder if truly
That our love is always

Repeat 1
Repeat 2

Break it down, oh

[Ja Rule]
Yeah huh, Ja Rule and Dru Hill, nigga
Baby girl, you tellin' lies
Cuz when I look at you in your face
I could see I’m on your mind
And it don’t matter what them hoes may say
I know your love is blind for me
Every bitch needs a thug nigga in their life
Truly, could it be, could it be
You enjoy me f-ckin' you while you be lovin' me
Bitch destroy hoes mentally
That’s why they freak with me, frequently
Love is life

[Nokio]
No nigga, life is love
Take her bad but just ice her up
Head for tour, tell her to keep in touch

[Ja Rule]
Nigga, that’s what’s up

[Nokio]
Being Nokio's a bit much
Y'all bitches overseas that love to f-ck
Y'all bitches in the states that love to suck
What the f-ck y’all want from me
Ghetto celebrity from B'more

[Ja Rule]
Murderer, Do Or Die from the N-Y

[Nokio and Ja Rule]
Now everyone get right

[Nokio]
N-O-K-I-O baby

[Ja Rule]
R to the U to L-E, baby
And yo, alotta y’all bitches hate me
Cuz you can’t relate to me
What the f-ck you want from me?

[Nokio]
Made them hoes know now they think
I get rich and I get rearranged cuz you know

You are everything

Repeat 2 until fade
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