Chubb Rock - The One

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
[verse one]
Now here comes the one on the scene to redeem, a dream
Seen a couple of years ago when i was just a teen..ager
The need to come off at that particular time wasn't major
Now i have to wear a pager
On my waist just in case i have to go someplace
Somewhere can't bear to be late, cause the race is on
For all with the ruffneck song
Even though they weren't born in the carribean like me
And others that were all brothers there's a lot in the pot
Floridian(?) sibian(?) to be divvian(?)
I waited for a few for mine, i knew the time was gonna come
You can bet i'ma collect the whole lump sum
Of the green, the revenue, the ducats, the monies
Is whatever you call it there's some complementary honies
I'm just the ultimate don juan nig-jacabozi(?)
Never fell, i can spell, f-e-l-l like yahtzee
For each i'm gonna reach and teach with the speech
If you riff, i'ma flip like nadia comaneci
Win the gold; the bronze is for hans and franz
I'm not (?) on no dirty hoes, i know the pros and cons
Which will enable me to wear a cable
And collect large sums of funds
And here he - here comes - the one

[verse two]
Now here comes the man - the man that had the plan
That in one year he will gain a million fans
Heh - and if you map it out he did
Accomplish and astonish, grabbin the hearts of every kid
Yes i've created a realistic mirage in my garage
That one day chubb'll be large
Not large in the sense that i'll be immense
But my financial status and my pockets'll be the fattest around
With a boomin sound which bounds
To give hitman howie tee a royal crown
On his head or his noggin i don't how be loggin(?)
Or the simple sounds you hear in your walkman when joggin
Or toboggan down the hill with a few minutes to kill
You flipped in the tape you just barely escaped
That tree in your way you just realized that hey,
You have to be very careful of the tape that you play
If it's one of mine, you have to sit and relax
And max and prepare to hear funky tracks
And the lyrical storm cause when it rains it pours
Into retail stores, a little comedic and yours
But you know, deep in the gut, the nut
Was you-know-what, all over the cut
Yes we worked real hard to make it def and it was fun
And made it suitable to be ripped by - the one

[verse three]
The one - has the mentality of
An ignorant ruffneck, but then to get loved
Is in my heart even though externally i rarely show it
I'm not the guy you wanna go wit'
If there's beef, i'm the butcher that will go and settle it
I don't preach their rhetorhic
The one hates when you say he's number two
Or number eight on the countdown - my sound
Is unique, you sleep, you'll weap
You'll wreak of my words dangles in your cheeks
So spit em out now, read about thou - take our your camera
Take a flick of the man with the stamina
To get your girl tabitha to have a crush on this
I don't use nautilus - cause i don't pump no weights to get dates
The one is the only one
And i shall not have no other one but this one - word up!
Yo howie, flick on the beat, show me where the rhyme at
And then the jam will kick like timac(?)
Howie takes a style when he's developing my track
So you'll have the feeling of the flavor to buy that
So your audible appendages will be numb
And say, "where did hip-hop get 'em from?"
Long live the anc, walter sisulu
From south africa, mr. mandela you're the real one
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Chubb Rock The One

Biz Markie: Nobody Beats The Biz

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Goin Off
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yes, y'all-and, to the like beat-and
You could either dance or just have a seat and
Listen to the way-in, what I am displayin
A different kind of rapper language that I am sayin
To all the party people, ? the info
When it come to rockin parties I-am-a-nympho-maniac
brainiac for doin my dance
And my record Make the Music, will put you in a trance-and
hypnotize your body-and, like you do Bacardi-and
you won't be fightin or illin, you just be partyin
down, with the funky sound with yours truly
I'm the original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-be-the-E and
I came to have fun and, not be number one-and
just hear to let you know, who's like runnin the place
and everywhere that I perform and do a show
*beatboxing sound* as long as you know, that *beatbox drumbeat*
Nobody beats the Biz!
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 4X)
You know me as the B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-E-and
I go for what I know doin a show for human beings
I'm guaranteed to rock I make the ladies scream and shout
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
The Mardi rapper toe-tapper always have it flowin
And when you hear the BizMarkie, I get the job done
Yes I'm the M-A-R the K-I-E you know that's me
I got the stutter step to keep in check my speed is so unique
They say I look and sound funny but I don't be carin
I rock the Latin Quarter, Rooftop, Union Square and
Roseland, the Hassan?, Madison Square Garden
Even rock for the ?work fare at Jaffer Center?
Pardon the way, that I be talkin bout the places I be rockin
I love to perform, for the people that be clockin
Not sayin that you're on mine, you're on it like a hornet
But you pay for the performance, doggone it, you want it
That's why I'm here, to be like lettin you knowin
That I'ma highly recognized as the king of disco-and
makin people as they have a lot of enjoyment
I'm the best person for this type of employment, that's why...
Nobody beats the Biz!
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 3X)
On and on, to the break of dawn
When you buy food cheap, you need a coupon
or catch a sale retail, before it gets stale
So hurry up and get the WIC? check out the mail
and shop non-stop, but how I hip-hop
on the mic and like
Make you co-op-er-ate with the rhythm, that is what I give em
Reagan is the Pres but I voted for Shirley Chilsholm
It might sound confusing, the style that I'm using
But in the end I'm sure that you will find it quite amusing
and funny, oh honey, it's just ridiculous
Don't try to front, come on and admit you was
thrilled, chilled, your heart was all filled
So respect the architect, as I begin to build
Science and my reliance is upon my rap
Like Carl Lewis I get to it, so let's go the lap...
Nobody beats the Biz
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 3X)
[TJ Swan]
Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X)
My name is TJ Swan, nobody beats the Biz
I rock you on and on, nobody beats the Biz
You know nobody that beats the Biz
I know nobody that beats the Biz
Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X)
*BizMarkie does some beatboxing*
*TJ Swan verse resung in this version several times*
*BizMarkie beatboxes again to the end but gets cut short

Chubb Rock - The Five Deadly Venoms

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
[verse one - hotdog]
Aiyyo ??, i got the batter, get the mixer
As the trickster will fix ya a batch of rhymes
You know that soothes, like an elixir
And sticks your ribs so let the cheese and wine
Or rather wine and cheese
Cause i aim to please with ease hope the crowd sees
That i'm, the man that loves to flam
And when i step into a jam i just slam like jordan
And this is the world, accordin to me
The capital-h-the-o-the-t, the-d-the-o-the-g
Rockin, heavenly hype and ?? steadily
When i come in to rock'n'roll, i'm sure you will agree
That i got a hype type of style a family
But diggy doc gave it to rob to rock and howie tee
Now, i'm talkin about omega psi phi fraternity
Givin a little history
For some people, their lucky number's 7
For q-dogs, it's 1911
November 17th, underneath the ceilings
Behind the walls of ?thurkill hall?

[verse two - ?]
This is a family affair, rather a gathering of the brothers
United we stand, we're not divided like the others
And when i mention the word divided, you know what i'm meaning
Show a brother something they don't have they start fiending
First the ear-grabbin, then the back-stabbin
This from brothers that i call friends, i'm not havin
The other negative things in a friendship
An occasional whipser, gossip, a loose lip
I once trusted a brother with an eyeful
He told the next man, cause he's livin trifle
But now i'm not worried cause i'm part of a family
United til death simply cause we choose to be
An occasional joke, a diss, or a crowd pleaser
Callin your moms a ?? look-a-like skeezer
Whoever wins the diss battle, respect is given
Fightin over words is not how we are livin
Then there's ?? word i almost forgot
Three-on-one, no heat, but the rumor's still hot
The bro's get a hoe that you know is totally widdit
There's no need to be discrete cause you know she won't admit it
When i think back on the memories
Just like these - is it a wonder that i love the 80's

[verse three - rob swinga]
Well i'm rob, a.k.a. as the swinga
Comedic at times, and a stone-cold thriller
I got somethin to say i'll make it short and sweet
Me i'm the swinga i'ma swing it to this beat
Now i talk to a lot of people with the large vocabulary
Colloquial language i'll use that's secondary
And then there is slang and i would use that third
And i'll say outrageous things that might sound absurd
But - right back into my large vocabulary
I'm the type of guy that'll always be primary
Never secondary, to any adversary
If they want to be like me, on the contrary
They try to compete, but i will always delete
I'll leave them cryin from the agony, of defeat
And when they try to return to repeat
I make them hold on peace signs, say "swinga i retreat"

[verse four - chubb rock]
Well the toad is immensely strong on the instrumental
The lyric can hit and shock the pure metal
Chubb rock has a weak spot, creatin
An iron maiden cannot pierce my skin when i hit top 10
Run for shelter, cause you're gonna fear this tune
More than you feared the age of helter skelter
Watch how we behave, diggity dog and dave
The roadrunner and swinga always sayin that smegma
Is the product of ten intense games of balls under balls
I have professor paul's
Kicking ability, the snake's agility
The ricochet speed of the centipede
And the devilish mind of the scorpion
The lizard is unrealistic and simplistic
And loitering is prohibit, the tune is illiterate
Diggy doc no, ed lover forever my brothers in crime
They watch my back at the drop of a dime.. when we climb
And work and work hard and struggle to stay alive
And strive, the venoms, the five - check this out..
The roadrunner

[outro]
Yo chubbs can we make a little gravy and shit
Can we get ours, whassup man?
Niggaz is takin caravans all the way to north carolina n shit
Whassup wit dat shit? niggaz don't respect my situation
Yo can we make a little gravy chief, whassup?
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Chubb Rock - The Big Man

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
[verse one]
The bigger of the biggest made a hitlist
Not a lot of people, but a sequel, so witness
The evolution of a seed planted four years ago
And now the offspring today is the new thing
The people wanna jock but if they won't here's a quote:
Jealousy has arisen but don't - sweat it
And in this particular case - don't let it
Hold you back from pledging allegiance to this
And your girl wants a kiss but i have my own miss
On my side til the skeezer in me died
Like the (?) to the john, the crosby to the bing
The dave is to the benny and the big man is ready
To take a stand for all big man-kind
And i'm gonna succeed with the rhyme
So potent that a consultant said that rappin rodents
Have two-thirds of my intelligence quotient and knowin
Just that, secures me from all the muskrats
And my degree tells me i don't must rap
But the fans of hundreds of grands know i slam
Love the jams of the big man - chorus!

"a big man!" (repeat 4x)

{uhh his lyrics are.. so extrordinary..}

[verse two]
The big man on the campus want people to chant this
And i mean this; if i have to i will get fiendish
And you will be the main course of a mean dish:
Scrub - sucker a la chubb
The plate will be a test or your test of fate
To see if you have any kind of heart, you fart
I'm a soloist and knowin this you better grow an extra fist
I'm not razor ruddock but you'll land on your buttock
Back up move, you're dealin with a rudebwoy
Raggamuffin with a funky somp'in
Listen - chubb is the one on a respect mission
Ignorin all that bs you're dishin
Out cause the man with the clout came forth
To show who's the boss lyrical force
(?) monarch to spark the plan
For the chubb's the big man - chorus!

"a big man!" (repeat 4x)

{well i don't think that.. my lyrics are..
That extrordinary but uhh..
I do think that me and howie do have a..
Diverse style of music..}

[verse three]
The bigger man used to be a trigger man
Bang was the slang for the one man gang
But now with a plan with a few called the a.t.e.e.m.
Diggidy and the swinga will paint the whole scene
Paint the background first, that means we rehearse
Exercise cardiovascular - and then the thirst
Will be quenched - the throats will be drenched
With the finest wines when we dine
Cause 1989 was an okay year
I mean i lived through it - in 1990 i'm gonna do it
Climb the mountain of the hits
Put a #1 joint at the tip if it fits
And if it is a size too small, yes y'all
A new creation for the nation cause i'm here for the duration
Like the pilgrim village when they claimed this land
Gave birth to the big man - chorus!

{chubb rock is definitely coming out
With a different style this year.. he's..}

"a big man!" (repeat 8x)
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Chubb Rock The Big Man

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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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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Howard Jones - LET THE PEOPLE HAVE THEIR SAY

Artist: Howard Jones
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
The tide is turning
Its coming from the street
Read your own wisdom
Not the headlines
Don't let them tell you
Its fine the way it is
Its our agenda
We know better

Let the people have their say
Let the people show the way
Every woman child and man
Has the power in this land

Now don't you worry
The future will unfold
If we are open and ready
We all have choices
Not just the chosen few
So raise your voices
Hold them steady

Let the people have their say
Let the people show the way
Every woman child and man
Has the power in this land

(Let the people)

The time has come now
To realize our dream
To claim our future...together

Let the people have their say
(Let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(Let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(Every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land
(Has the power in this land)

Let the people have their say
(Let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(Let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(Every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land
(Has the power in this land)

Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah

Let the people have their say
(Let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(Let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(Every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land

Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(Let the people show the way)

Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(Let the people show the way)

Yeah yeah
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Chubb Rock - The Mind

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The Mind
(Music Song Lyrics):
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru {*repeat 3x*}

[chubb rock]
I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin
Ben franklins determine, if you get that higher learnin
The million man march, starrin mark furhman (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the charm for the rappin
Give spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
No blood donors, i credit diabetics who drink sodas
While in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened?
Niggaz must have napped!
What happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got trapped?
Before he got capped? when i mean capped,
When they put his name on all those cute little spike lee hats
And then they say "black is back"
For when, niggaz now only care about the rent
And how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spend
Black powder nose landcruise or range rove'
Why you runnin for when you forerunnin nigga who drove
Your mind
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru

Yes, haha
From the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla
You can praise buddha, or you can hail don shula
You can change a, religious title, or go praise gold idols
No sloth, just go read your bible
I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fight
Whether you're muslim, christian, or israelite
We monitor, who really praise hannukah
The power that i am will make you blow your yarmulke
To all ya, don't let me scream up, to call ya
My flatbush dushies, or the kids down in somal-ia
While we're up here tryin to wiggle to "boombastic"
You get, hemmed up and cut down in +park jurassic+
You're crazed, from that beer juice
Acute angles become, obtuse
Four white kids, was the first rock group - not!
Rabble rousing, in with the chime
Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru

Ha ha
Now from the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate poster
From the average jack wack crackheads with oprah
As with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
As for tupac's on the covers, as for million march brothers
In ninety-six, while we pinpoint the "crooklyn" spike joint
Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawns
The circumfrence of the bedouins, or is it the thespians
For the past three years, i've been eatin more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become tears
Easy gold records, but with no, publishing shares
When i bellow, over a hardcore track with a cello
Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow, hello
Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckle
A&r stars become bouregoises, but subtle
Why is it the master can't behave with the slave chime
Or is it over the domes of weak minds?
The mind
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
My mind!!
"your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!
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Biohazard: New World Disorder

Artist: Biohazard
Music Album: New World Disorder
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Sasha}

Hey, yo f-ck it. I'm rollin in a 4-barrel Camaro, toward the Triburough, eyes
narrow East River flow with marrow, along side the bridge zombies
pushing bodies in wheel barrels, bitches sterile follow on crutches of
rusted arrows try to breath through esophagus stuffed with sparrows,
the imperial, terrarembrium, the spherical, I turn the steering wheel
and pull into a 7-Eleven, met up with Billy, Danny, Rob and Evan from the
f-cking Bio, yo we down for survival with acid raindrenched skin infest-
ed by termites, hermaphrodites on bikes swing spikes, think twice as I
try to pacify the pariah beside the driver and Shotgun kelly flips the
visor, time to devise a plan to reverse the demise of man before he's met
by the lastset of the sun, armageddon, no question to answer, disaster
results from behavior patterns. Earth lay raped, escape to saturn in a
capsule, thirteen days of travel. Upon arrival plans unravel, imbalance
of chemical pheremones, clones with no genitals surround us, we can't
f-ck them, no means of reproduction. I hear a scream and turn in that
direction, 33-23-33, I see seven, coming toward us, to reward us...

Disorder, enter the Millenium, time gets shorter
Disorder, behold a pale horse, new world disorder

[Lord Humongous]

Armageddon, a new death is dawnin', I like the smell of napalm in the
morning, four riders of the apocalypse descend from the north, a fear in
my eye, I behold a pale horse. Armageddon, no time to cry we all die as
the sky turns red, the missles start to fly. Factionstake action, eleven
families rule, millenium approaches, survival of the roaches. Body
armor will make you feel calmer or safe from the drama, deplow stealth
military bombers, ass out, get down on your knees and pray; illuminati
takes your soul on the eve of judgement day as the armies of darkness
irradicate life and we all go to hell and satan f-cks your wife. Strife, ter-
ror without a minute to pray, human beings at odds, peace becomes dis-
aray, I'm humongous from Mad Max, Lord of the Wasteland with crazy ill
troops all at my command, don't you ever fall victim to my master plan,
I'm the dealer of death and here's your motherf-ckin' hand.

[D-Lux]

I'm ready to take back whatever they sold ya cuz the scheme is a secret
so nobody ever told ya, an underground illuminated tribe of radicals
ready to take forth and feast like cannibals, animals, huffing the fumes
of rotting flesh exhumed from the corpses of presisdents, dissents and
fools with a one way ticket from the temple of doom, dark sides of
moons and ill atomic booms leave the earth all shakin and full of
wounds from Krakatoa east of Java to Camaroon, and coming soon to a
theater near you, the end of everything that we once knew.

[Billy]

The grand finale strap my body with TNT, take the president and his
bitch with me tearing down the walls of this conspiracy, f-ck skull and
bones and illuminati. Irradication of the land of the free but I'm the
brave, ain't going out like a motherf-ckin' slave, neobarbaric post-
apocalyptic war, ground zero brooklyn, the world at war.

[Sticky Fingaz]

I woke up, bar codes on my forehead, it's a living nightmare, my families
all dead. I gotta call Fred but no dail tone, I'm out for
self cuz I'm gonna die alone, this is madness I'm drooling with the lock
jaw, my elevator don't go to the top floor, I hold my breath cuz the O2
killed, I'm suffocating, I can't pay my oxigen bill. There's no tomorrow, I
wish a nigga murder me, the president declared a state of emergency.
The coast guard bangin' at my front door, I got homemade bombs if they
want war. There's no sun, they put a f-cking chip in me, I'm a clone, mat-
ta fact it's a different me. I'm high tech kid, you get a bomb in the mail, so
if you die today then I'll see you in hell, I'll see you in hell, see you in hell.



[Additional bass on "New World Disorder" by Christian Olde Wolbers
Additional Percussion on "New World Disorder" by Igor Cavalera]

Chubb Rock - The Man

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The Mind
(Music Song Lyrics):
[intro/chorus two: g-man]
Whenever you need good lovin
You gotta understand, it takes a man, a man
To keep you satisfied

[chubb rock]
Ha ha ha
Now toys are for boys, men don't need mattel
Objects to manipulate and sell
The women or the girls whichever name flip your curl
Acts for nonsense delivered by the boys of the world
But i!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, i told you that we would sell
Oversell to the point now, that the pockets, start to thicken
How in the world did women become chickens
Is it the, alize or the weed
Shredded on the tray, that make the queens flow this way?
Me, i don't need none of that.. type.. drama
No typical style, for the man who rules the genre
The opera, no choir boys, i'll direct your band
Change your tune for the man, and..

[chorus one: g-man]
Whenever you need good lovin
You gotta understand, you need a man, a man
Who can provide..

[chorus two]

[chubb rock]
Ha ha ha ha
To redeem, i heard black men, i mean boys
Sayin they beat their queen, that type rush
Can't paint the scene, dissipates the dream
Of black king, black queen, becomin one team
From actress purses, harlequin romance verses
Ghetto curses, ends up in front of nurses
The yo-g male, the bourgeoise male
The two-car male and the male that needs mail
The woman start to, get empowered by alice walker
Waiting to inhale the fumes of the new yorker
Question - did you trust her, in front of pimps players
And hustlers, does she need a benz or a duster
End of question, start of answer, contradiction
Exhale, dangle in romance fiction
The love test, is like do you need to understand
Don't cram, you need a real man, and..

[chorus one] + [chorus two]

[chubb rock]
Ha ha
While the light gleams in her aspect
Does that mean respect, voiced by franklin, ignored by the inept
Baggy pants wearer, million man march bearer
All those who suffered through the agent orange era
Do we really maim the beautiful ones
The sons similak by anger, while the women get shunned
It's above me, another cop out, another rot out
Swapping +tears for fears+, while we +shout+ out
Past pain, that reverberates the claim
That the disrespect started when we, were in chains
Could be - but should be, it wouldn't be, if we
Real men, scriptured by the zen
And even then, women must know which is which
When their groins itch, for the rich damn
There's a lot to try, to somehow understand
Boys will be boys, but find a real man and..

[chorus one] + [chorus two]
[chorus one] + [chorus two]

[chubb rock - over second repeat]
Queens, to chickenheads yo, how the hell did it happen?
Ow! man.. the man.. ha ha
{whenever you need good lovin}
Peace!

[g-man ad libs to fade]
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Chubb Rock The Man

Fame Soundtrack - Dancing On The Sidewalk

Artist: Fame Soundtrack
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Everyday I'll wake up in the mornin'
Splash my face to keep myself from yawnin'
Get dressed and get my bones together,
Open up the window to check out the weather,
Then like I seen a ghost, man, I'll be movin' my feet,
Just like the postman, in the cold or the heat,
No time to talk,
And I go dancin'
On the sidewalk

Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!

Lunchtime is music to my ears
I'm down on Wall Street with all them financiers,
South Street Seaport I am the action
The number one tourist attraction
Hip-hop to the west side
Where I do myself proud
The west side is the best side for drawin' a croud
The cabbies squak, yeah
When I am dancin'
On the sidewalk

Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!

Uptown, I do my boogaloo,
Stoppin' traffic on Seventh Avenue
Night time the corner to be on
Times Square, under the neon
And for my finale I'll be doin' my thing
In Shubert Alley they're gonna crown me the King
Of all New York
When I am dancin'
When I am dancin'
Dancin'
Dancin'
On the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
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Chubb Rock - The Regiments Of Steel

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
Sugarhill, fatback, run-d.m.c., epmd
Fat boys, redhead kingpin, cool c
And my man kurtis blow, yo..

[chubb rock]
The battlefield, the synonym - call it the wax
The recording sciences developing the tracks
Is not the essential fabric but if you have it
Might make you a household name and let you gain
A million fans, coliseums all out sold out
And when they call out your name you pull out fake clout
Cause you're sauerkraut, you're not really about
Nothin... you're bluffin
But i'm callin your bluff to see if you're really tough
Show me your stuff... enough!
Shut up, close your mouth, put away your tap shoes
Your feet can't say a rhyme this time, you lose
But i respect you for what you accomplished, a great deal
Just admit you can't handle the steel
Gregory hines can't take mines
The winans can't start rhymin
And you're just like them, you had a top ten
You have a rap feel, but you can't wield the steel
It takes many many moons, to create tunes
But loons assume that half past noon
They'll have rap down pat, but it's wack
You must be on crack, you're buggin cause your head is at
A place where reality doesn't seep in
Practice makes perfect then you might reap in
The benefits of this respectable field
And all respect due to the regiments of the steel
Assemble!

Word, this is goin out to some hip-hop greats, yaknowhati'msayin
Rakim and.. chuck d

[chubb rock]
The obese boulder, will shrug your shoulder
If you say you're a regiment and you can't hold the
Steel with some kind of appeal
Not dealin with sex, or a bicep flex
Has nothing to do with physical appearance
But the way you stimulate the kids and their parents
Will fulfill the applications to be inducted
Into the regiments, respect to the veterans
And the pioneers, with dying tears
To see rap has survived after 15 years
And ready to go 15 more
Three-fourths of every store has only rap on their racks
Rap force goin strong, on and on
Take a few seconds, to say peace to sarah vaughn
Now back to the steel that will wield a golden reel
And when you kick it to a james brown feel
Field was made twenty years ago
And not a penny-oh was saved cause the way he behaved
Was kinda ill, the regiments to his skill
Was extrordinary.. until
He took a fall, the regiments will keep his style
Flowin for a long while
The regiments made this artform universal
Whether it's a street sound, or commercial
Obstructors, are just realizing, that this is real
Respect to the regiments of the steel
Assemble!

More hip-hop greats, youknowhati'msayin?
Big daddy kane, krs-one, kool g. rap, super lover cee
Biz markie, heavy d, lady kazaam, special ed
Slick rick, lakim shabazz, queen latifah

[chubb rock]
Sugarhill, that sold about eight mill'
When "rappers delight" caused media fright
How could a bunch of kids possibly sell more than me
And randy travis kickin all that country madness?
Failing star, failing guitar or a banjo
Your whole artform needs to retire in orlando
Rap has developed in the motherland by storytellers of wisdom
No wonder we're best-sellers
The art was passed on from generation to generation
Developed in the mind cause the rhyme
The track is just a cosmetic background
Cause we all need some kind of sound..
To complete the whole feel
And it's wield by the regiments of the steel

Word up, mc lyte, my boys gangstarr
The d.o.c., eazy-e, salt-n-pepa, whodini
Grandmaster flash, furious five, grandmaster melle mel
Tribe called quest, the jungle brothers
Dana dane, kwame, shabba rank'n, de la soul
Stetsasonic, shinehead, lil' shawn
Kid'n'play, rob'n'dave, rich nice, fat doug
Finesse'n'synquis, groove b. chill
Ll cool j, flavor flav, professor griff
Positively black, utfo, dr. ice, esp
Sweet tee, kool moe dee, fearless four
Cold crush..
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Bizkit Limp: Doing Time On The Rock Line Performed only on

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Notes: This song was done live on 93.3 Jacksonville radio.
It's a one time only performance. Notice that the lyrics are
mixes of "Show Me What You Got", "Counterfeit", and "Cambodia".
Also, the lyrics were required to be somewhat clean for radio,
I think you'll notice where the band had to change some words.)

3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.

But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys

Howard Jones - IF YOU LOVE

Artist: Howard Jones
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Chorus
If you love
You know you're gonna feel the hurt
See the flowers
Growin' from the muddy earth

You never see the sun
You're never gonna feel the rain
With your life under glass
In the middle lane
You'll never feel the joy
Never feel the pain

Chorus

Try to build a house on top of the highest tree
It's dangerous and a bit risky
But what about the view
See the clouds and the mountains too

Chorus

Get your hands dirty
Get a little insane
Come out and play with me
Barefoot in the rain

If you love
You know you're gonna feel the hurt
(Feel the joy, feel the pain)
See the flowers
Growin' from the muddy earth
(You see the sun and then you see the rain)

You never see the sun
You're never gonna feel the rain
With your life under glass
In the middle lane
You'll never feel the joy
Never feel the pain

If you love
You know you're gonna feel the hurt
(Feel the joy, feel the pain)
See the flowers
Growin' from the muddy earth
(You see the sun and then you see the rain)
If you love
You know you're gonna feel the hurt

Growin' from the muddy earth
(Feel the joy, feel the pain)
Never feel the pain
(You see the sun and then you see the rain)
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Howard Jones IF YOU LOVE

Saafir the Saucee Nomad - Bent

Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Music Album: Boxcar Sessions
(Music Song Lyrics):
I've been down this corridor
Before you enter you have to bring
Back the creator of winter damn
Too late I'm spoiled I need the napalm
I got it I shot it in my left sector
Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
Time shifted I had to remold the floor
The foundation for creation mate's blend
The pleasure dome into another roam
A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin
I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn,
No I'm not in the lawn under pawns -
Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current
Currents of electricity; They can't get wit me
Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds,
Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt -
Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
My sight twitches - I'm bent.

Second Scene: I'm the star in a step show
Around corners, the coroner's office;
Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug
Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid,
A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
It's a sport for me to take another life on landing,
Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.
It's my job to resign frauds,
The odd is against you got a degree in me,
So I know that I flow, credentials are essential -
It's blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.
I don't feel the vibe, abstract art the veal
Doesn't heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.
Swinging on a duet with the bullet.
I never pull out for suspense - I'm on a bent mission.

Jack Cousteau couldn't take it no deeper -
I'm a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker
Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:
Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I'm droppin
The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it.
I seen it beneath where the cowards hope
Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost
Treasure through measures in bars - I'm bent
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Saafir the Saucee Nomad Bent

Saafir - Swig Of The Stew

Artist: Saafir
Music Album: Boxcar Session
(Music Song Lyrics):
Another massive dose I'm sendin' in
Hittin' when I step back to the deck
Sidebets kick 'em in then raise up
Jet from the ivory it's time for me
To see if I can graze the cut
Just a hint I'm shuttin' down
ya pistons you'll have to listen
'Cause I'm clippin' of the wack
Bracket shit that's soft so go
Back to the troft and put it
Back next to the Smirnoff bottle
Where u found it from it sounds
Numb has no feel an organic
Synthesis did I mention this in
The last verse no I drive a fast
Hearse they'll have to catch the
Flow I'm snatchin' a row of burnt
Corpses and hopin' they lernt the
Forces that they're up against the
Immense in this shit will a
Fist to the grill instill a fraction
Of common sense you would want
Providence to play a part but it's
Obvious you have no heart I'm
Protruding a pro-tracker the
Proportion of a slacker is where I
store
The shit give me ya cup what's ya
Flavor it's juice taste it a swig of
The stew

Now that I have a deepdish spoon
Niggas be attackin' get blackin'
Eyes like racoons blew up like
Balloons busted rusted they're
Getting thrusted with them
Screw drivers who's the livest
Me and I love it when the
Slug rubs another from a rusty
Life they couldn't cut it so I cut
'Em with my trusty knife
Skinned alive and when deprived
Of one's life one thinks twice
Three time a lady Lionel couldn't
Pay or you to fade me 'cause
I be learnin' shit makin'
Ternikits for broken English
I'm yokin' the seamstress 'cause
I'm sewin' up shit. You know
I can rip, I rest with the
Hobo's yo yo's stay up no
Mayonnaise on the cut but I can
Bust it wit the mustard my
Spice is hot the radish
Adds this seasoning that creates
And make taste buds wanna make
dubs
Of a swig of the stew

Box Car 23 is my freight train
I'm not strippin' for the cock except
the Diesel the weight gain I make pain
and
I take it 'cause I'm humble a dirty rat
A sturdy gat is the back up for the
Smack up easy for me to pack the
knack
Up braggadocio rhymes I'm braggin'
while
I'm laggin' saggin' 'cause my jeans
hafta
Be lean for the cuisine who dat! Dick
Dasturdly could never master
Me drew raps after me comes me
stop
Suction cupping you got nothing
coming
But cum of burns hon. I'm doin' it
For my niggas in the oak-land where
I plan my escape from traits of empty
Crates and busted grapes are not
Part of the gomay hey just an
Appetizer filet mignon but the song
is the stew
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Chubb Rock - The Hatred

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: I Gotta Get Mine Yo
(Music Song Lyrics):
Extremeties excite pulses and in turn different entities
Won't break bread or split the peas
But in the soup the mixture of several racial groups
Minority troops flavors the broth of wall street suits
Armani or maybe versace
Monetary gain can't stop the white house frolics
Judicial alcoholics
Cover up versions of death in the persian
Now a right angle equals eighty degrees
The haitians brought the aids disease -- negative
The scapegoat becomes a raging rhinoceros
Bush is steady watching us
How can we kill their asiatic crew
Ahh develop a harsh addictive brew
Flood their beighborhood and let their leaders debate it
Part one of the hatred

The sequel the birth of many uncle tom's
I myself i can't stay calm
I shake in bensonhurst rest in bedford-stuy
School in sheepshead bay, move to strong li
But my self inner-self breaks north
And like moses i'm judged by the cloth
Of my heritage who will bring forth the people
In all people there lies that certain evil
The enemy within spreads to the next of kin
A baby's no longer cute, here comes david duke
Bring a halt and with a wound sprinkle salt
To the black -- lock them in a st. ide's vault
Burp up the progress, the agony, the pain
Put down the brew have a brain
The freedom ice is thin and we're the first ones to shake
Then comes the real hate

Why should you hate me? what have i done?
We all have eight fingers and two thumbs
To feel the oppression so every studio session
I try to kick a positive lesson
U.s. coverups are neat like tony randall
Brotherly love is melting like a candle
Humanity without human beings
They even said chubb was against koreans
I just wanted to state the facts
It seems that no one is against blacks
Uhh, what should we do? should we run?
Uhh, if we run we'll succumb
They're mad so don't you know they're scared of the dark so
And the dark so rule the bank so
So you know that they're mad so
This style developed by shabba ranks so
And with that i wanna give thanks so
To the temperment of the strength of miss parks
But even now in the nineties we will spark and respark
The hatred
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Chubb Rock - Yabadabadoo

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: I Gotta Get Mine Yo
(Music Song Lyrics):
Featuring Red Hot Lover Lover Tone Rob Swinga]
Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone
Diggedy da di la di da di baby there's a party
But you can't have a party without a large Bacardu
You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati
A hundred million women wanna Tone up their body
And I can never pass up a chance to romance them
Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome
So money take a tip if you flip and you slip
You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips
So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb
And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll kick her to the curb
Every morning breakfast in bed is served
Cause on women I haev an affect like a quadra verb
So can I whip yes what yes like buddha sess yes
Shot em all dead when they try to test
So keep me in like Flynn this year I'm gonna win
If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M.
So can I get a shout
Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out
Yabadabadoo
Verse Two: Chubb Rock
Wow look at the size of his chest
Never the less I jump upon ET list and then phone my home
Before the little kitten throws a stone
The holder of the Rock, one two and ya don't stop
Rhythm to the dism while the ism forms a prism
Suck the dism stand like a Chisolm dimension prison and is he
The One, The One, he says he's the one, the only one
Take the two subtract the one and uh-hhuh
He's handsome ya see, big strong and sturdy
Watch the birdy I'm nerdy on the IQ set
Caught nuff wreck
The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher
Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn
I cram to understand the plan ma'am
I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now
Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow
Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow
For a strong sequel word up to the people
The people; you mean power to them
While Eastwood Clint plays misty for the buddha
He's buzzing, cummin at cha
And you know we had to watcha, time for some lyrics
While I kick it and you hear it
Even Helen Keller word up can hear it
From the rustler lyrical hustler
The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster
Yabadabadoo
Verse Three: Rob Swinga
Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat
Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap
Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab
I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad
Chew up a sucker like a stick of gum
And then I spit out the bum once the flavor's done
I'm nifty powerful like an M-60
And I'll pop your girl like Jiffy popped Dippy
Well I swing a lyric like a swinga would
And I swing a hoe in bed like a swinga should
When it comes to getting hoes I'm rated quadruple X
Just like Dr. Ruth my mind is strictly on the sex
And style or position is my selection
But I won't play without my contraception
Like Ramsey's or Trojan's oh yes that's chill
If worse comes to worse then I use no frills
So check it check it check it check it check it one two
Yabadabadoo
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Bob Dylan - North Country Blues

Artist: Bob Dylan
Music Album: The Times They Are A-Changin
(Music Song Lyrics):
by Bob Dylan

Come gather 'round friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty.

In the north end of town,
My own children are grown
But I was raised on the other.
In the wee hours of youth,
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother.

The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door,
The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming.
'Til one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him.

Well a long winter's wait,
From the window I watched.
My friends they couldn't have been kinder.
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner.

Oh the years passed again
And the givin' was good,
With the lunch bucket filled every season.
What with three babies born,
The work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason.

Then the shaft was soon shut
And more work was cut,
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
'Til a man come to speak
And he said in one week
That number eleven was closin'.

They complained in the East,
They are paying too high.
They say that your ore ain't worth digging.
That it's much cheaper down
In the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing.

So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking.
Where the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking.

I lived by the window
As he talked to himself,
This silence of tongues it was building.
Then one morning's wake,
The bed it was bare,
And I's left alone with three children.

The summer is gone,
The ground's turning cold,
The stores one by one they're a-foldin'.
My children will go
As soon as they grow.
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
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504 Boyz - Tight Whips

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Magic, Yungsta)
[Hook]
We roll tight whips, everyday
Bentley, Lex, Mercedes, and Escalades
We roll tight whips, everyday
Hustlin to make a big buck, but that's ok

[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But they like my rims they just non-stop (SPREWELL!)
Look like they runnin away

[Verse 2: Magic]
I'm doing 80 in the lightin
Duece trays on shine
The cops try to pull me over but my rims done blinded em
Cus I got 4 models in the back of my truck
18" Bazooka bumpin my stuff
Waking the BLOCK UP!

[Verse 3: Master P]
Call me Ghetto Bill cus my seats they be Gucci
And when I roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies
Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad
Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman
Represent the PROjects
TV when I roll that
Gamblin for a car, no
Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!

[Hook]

[Verse 4]
We roll big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my shorty so that we be hard to find
I ain't pay the car note, in about 3 months
I'd rather, spend my paper on Henney and blunts
Even when the truck stop those things be constant spinnin
I'm a 504 Boy so I'm constant with it

[Verse 5: Yungsta]
Roll around in tight whips
Catch me on the night shift
I'm just a Yungsta, I roll without a license
My dogs is triflin, homie you can bite when
First one in the hood on the block with the ice rims
My seats be piped out, TVs with the lights out
Had these blinkin when I passed, try not to wipe out
Dash with the wood grain, still in the hood man
Catch me on lean car clean we doing big things

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Silkk]
The way we do it
She got a man, but she still gonna turn around
Bentley, a bucket with chicken I'm like ma, go turn em now
It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors
These boys go hard off

[Verse 7: Master P]
We leave the tags in the window, whodee
Cus it's worth about a hundred
V12 with remote control (cha-cha) engine runnin
P.Miller throwbacks, with the convertable shift
Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3
No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!

[Verse 8: Lil' Romeo]
I'm fish tailin my dad, and I'm rollin on drops
Sportin Sprewell to the curb I think I saw the cops
They call me Richie Rich, I got my name in the seats
X-Box in the front and the back DVDs
Got TVs in the head rest with the big wide screen
Got the navigation system with the phone in between
Rollin a coupe with the top down when I go outdoors
We roll on old days around here, that's 24s

[Hook]

[Jamaican flow]

[Verse 9]
I got that whip block paint off, my ride air ding dong
The nose on my hood just like my ride stay PISSED off
I roll through yo hood they ask me do I call lift off
Like if it was made out of space with 20s and crishtoff

[Verse 10]
Go real glistens
These chicks, call me Mista Cleana
A firecracker, big ballin, it's something you've never seen
I'm sippin lean, off thick playin on 6 TV screens
Interior green, 24s, but you know, it ain't no thing
HAH

[Verse 11: Master P]
We ghetto fab, let our bling bling show
Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more
We wiling out, all day, all night
Cus this is my life, my life, my life...

[Hook]
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