[Gift of Gab]
This is a story of a kid his name is Cisko (Cisko)
Who made more money than the Count of Monte Crisco (Crisco)
He lived a lavish style of life, fast money women cars
and he liked to frequent bars pubs and discos (discos)
Made his living as a world famous rap star (rap star)
When he first started mic respect's what he was af-ter (AF-ter)
And so he got inside his mind, day and night, and he'd write
constantly his art and craft he'd try to mas-ter (MAS-ter)
Started winnin local battles and his rep grew (rep grew)
Gave his crew a reputation as the best crew (best crew)
And what life would do to him, all the cards that was hard
pen and ped, stress relief would be his refuge (RE-fuge)
Paid his dues, doing shows, now he's on track (ON track)
In the lab, pumping demos, makin songs fat (SONGS fat)
Then he quit his nine to five, finally his time arrived
when he signed a major label record contract
[Gift of Gab]
His first single was a overnight success hit (success hit)
And now he went from wearing rags to the best fits (best fits)
All his new acquitances, gassed his head, takin it
to the point where he lost proper perspective ('spective)
Started cuttin off the people he came up wit (up wit)
Ego blown like his soul had been ab-ducted (ab-ducted)
Though his heart was once real, now material has filled
up his world, and he couldn't get enough of it (get ENOUGH of it)
Used to wanna be the best of the rap dons (rap dons)
Now his only one concern is goin plati-NUM (plati-NUM)
And his skills has since decreased, and the inner hunger ceased
Now content, just as long as fame and cash come (CASH come)
He's a Big Willie now, rappin bout cars (bout cars)
Thousand dollar shoppin sprees, hangin out with stars (out with stars)
I mean just a year ago, he was broke, bummin money
Drinkin out the 40 bottle, livin outdoors
[Gift of Gab]
Second LP, my rap changes fast (changes fast)
Here today, gone tomorrow, now his label passed (label passed)
Now the new poster boy, with the hip now sound
second time around everything isn't stable as (stable as)
It once was, now he's lookin for the same hit (SAME hit)
But his sound is played, he forget to change wit (CHANGE wit)
Them old hit rhymes, no one feelin him, his rhymes ain't appealin
anymore, and his records ain't sellin shit (ain't sellin SHIT)
Now he's dropped from his label, and he's goin broke (goin broke)
Tried the underground return, ghetto pass revoked (pass reVOKED)
And the same faces that he dissed, on his way, to the top
laughed as they watched him do the downstroke (DOWNstroke)
Now the moral of the story is that some go (some go)
Why would money make the inner vision crumble? (crumble)
So if you're blessed with the talent, utilize it to the fullest
be true to yourself and stay humble
Laaaaah, di-dah, da-da-dee-dah
Lah-di-dah, da-da-dee-dah (2X to fade)
Word Play (Bahamadia)
Peep my credentials involving instruments rhymes ** the cells in
your mental relieves you of the babblin' that you use to every since
the departing days of the juice crew my style been milk like a bottle
of YooHoo was neva mc monkey see monkey do I move through baby real
natural pose for "illadel" when I gets lyrical ou-ou like Cool Cee use
to do I make the kids wanna Rah like Afu shouts to Mecca cause the
planets mad digable allow me to pause and hit the Mork nanu -
nanu-wordplay
My aura is psychedelic flow non-prehistoric metamorphic boric like
acid no hat tricks a classic so park that**like Jurassic and check
the matrix completed like 7 (seven) to overshadow the triple 6 (six)
complimenting zig-a-zicks with wisdom like the 5 percenters when doing
mathematics flips scripts like acrobatics intrinsic in rapping like
insulin to diabetics text is didactic with nutrience like muslix on
wax flex facts like hydraulics when vexed to catch flicks by Miramax
or Kodak I looks beyond the door like 100x for Wordplay...
Breaks out analogies like pollen do allergies got the vocab like the
Fugees to collect gees top Bill like Bellamy shocking hardcore headz
like electricity cuts come complimentary of jockey Sean-Ski yo vocally
BAHAMA-D be easy like Moe-Bee raps react radio act like DJ Ran and
Colby to the Roots like Malik B. flows pose as noise reduction on MCs
like dolby down by law like felonies catchy like T-B Essential to the
Elements like Ceceley with Wordplay ...
Scars And Pain (Jemini The Gifted One)
"I will abolish wax and polish
MC's in the place I will demolish"
Aiight it's how it's going down in the 9 square
Brooklyn Studio East New York representing
It's like this y'all check it
Aiight I'm walking down the street I got my 50 niggas deep
Crew jeeps too ain't nobody sleeping through the night
They can't keep you in the crib even your moms can't keep you inside
I got the fat forward drive, live system in the back
Door be open and the chicks, they be scoping
My valuables, my gear, and my jewels
But as a rule I keep the tool on my side for my protection
So approach cautiously when you slide in my direction
I'm from Bucktown the four can make you up don't give a ** town
Bucks down, roll the dice twice if you're nice
I'm soft spoken, but I do not be joking on my skits
So don't make me get abusive on this shit
Come into the land of a man uncensored, I'm a predator
Since I murdered my editor, go on my nerves, I deaded her
I shot the sherrif, blew the head clean off the neck
On the shoudlers, I told a nigga give me my respect
And I don't care if the deputies come looking for me
I'll be in the East, set foot in the belly of the beast
And be deceased
"I will abolish, wax and polish
MC's in the place I will demolish" Scars and Pain! (Repeat 2x)
If you know me then you know I'm low key intelligent
But I'm lethal, with sensitivity for my people
But every now and then I feel that old wild speak from the streets
Of the East and the beast is unleashed
I'm unchained like the massive migrane on my brain
With the sprain it's strange, to endure but it's raw
And it's pure I got to get it off my chest to alleviate the stress
Press upon you like I did as a kid
In the days of the age and yes begin to cease
Out of the cess on the train, roll up the cessamellia
I be rocking it while the chocolate thai be running through my head
I see visions of laughs spread all around me
I feel a jones coming down like that little cutie from the Fugees
Coming through me, baby dew me I ain't new to this
My pops took his microphone and made a megaphone
Out of my mom's uterus I was born true to this
I'll be doing this til I can't do this no more
I'll look an MC in his eye and ask him why he wanna die
Yep with laughter, I whip up MC's into the hereafter
With a smile I greet 'em and treat 'em like a bastard child
"I will abolish, wax and polish
MC's in the place I will demolish" Scars and Pain! (Repeat 4x)
Oh my God it's a shame how I come down the lane like an express A train
Giving you Scars and Pain
I'm rough enough to call you on your Billy Goat's bluff
I'm tough, and to ??? and kick up more than dust, I kick that**
Up and down the street and nigga you don't want
To meet in a dark alley in Chicago, New York, or Cali
I never dilly on my dally when I rally with my boys
I crush, destroy you're whole gone, boy
My Desert Eagle ain't illegal it's legitimate
So I might just put you in the sites and take the hint
If the price is right I roll the enemies to extremes
I'm a fiend for the cash like the Old Dirty Bast getting cream
You wanna get with this as much as you will want to get with
Simple sins, upon my gonnorhea for weak MC's
Weak imitator, real live, MC impersonator
Can't withstand the wrath of my bloodbath
I crush, bumrush, and turn stone to know this ain't no game
I royal flush you down the drain
Scars and Pain! With the beat sent to these MC's like a sattelite
>From the new New York #1 Public Enemy
"I will abolish, wax and polish
MC's in the place I will demolish" Scars and Pain! (Repeat 4x)
Eggsy I Gotcha Money (Goldie Lookin' Chain)
Maximum pressure
Respect to the GLC massive
Snake Pit Crew
Double D
2000 AD
Stressed Armstrong
P Xain
Raphael de la Ghetto aka Mr Love Eggs aka Chon Benwa Balls aka ...(?)
This is it 2000 plus 1 innit
I gets wrecked, I looks fcukin mad
I goes down town lookin for my dad
Cos he owes me 50 quid when I bought him the draw
But he hasn't paid me back cos he spent it on a whore
He's really fcukin dirty, he hangs round Pizza Hut
Touchin little kids and telling them he's a slut (?)
Or something like that, I dunno what he means
But he gets wrecked up and takes the ecstasies... tasies... tasies
My name is Eggs, E double G S
That's the one whose gonna put you in a mess
I gets wrecked up, I goes real mad
I goes down town cos I'm lookin for my dad
He's crazy, he's wrecked up, he's really fcukin mean
He gets wrecked up and takes 3 ecstasies
He gets so mad he starts to touch the cat
He tries to **the kids in the local flat
You knows it
Yes my name is fcukin P Xain
And I'm here to drive you fcukin insane
I'm lookin for GLC fame
And Eggsy's the one you're gonna fcukin blame
Innit
GLC, Goldie Lookin Chain
Hey, hey hey
Eggsy I gotcha money
Hey, hey hey
Eggsy I gotcha money
Hey, hey hey
Eggsy I gotcha money
Hey, hey hey
Eggsy I gotcha money
GLC, Goldie Lookin Chain
Now Eggsy, knows I got the cash
But I might not pay you cos you gave me that rash
And I'm gonna fcukin take you to court
And then I'm gonna fcukin show the boys from the 'Port
That you know you're safe and it's in your fcukin face
You knows it
Oooh, la la la
It's the sound what you make when you're drivin your car
Oooh, la la la
It's the sound what you make when you goes real far
Oooh, la la, la la, la la la la la
I don't know anymore words so I'll fcukin stop here innit
Safe as fcukin razzle dazzle
I likes the Fugees, I know I likes KRS-1
But most of all I like to smoke a big bong
I gets wrecked up, I get so stoned up I puke on my mother's tits and then in a cup
GLC fcukin la la (inaudible)
A B C, ** me up Mr T
That's what I say when the girls see me
Around the back of the local school
Hangin around lookin like a paedofool-phile
That's what I mean when I says the name
Cos I'm kinda sick and I'm a bit insane
Cos I'm in the GLC and I'm fcukin sick
And if you looks at me then I'll show you my
Allies (Poor Righteous Teachers)
featuring The Fugees
WJ: Yo this mic is on?
The wickedest combination in the world!
WI: No doubt Poor Righteous Teachers Refugees you know what I'm saying?
[Pras]
Walk around in the record industry
I'm looking at all the Pharasees
Asking me where I'm going
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my .45 by my side
Just in case another nigga tests me someone's gonna die
[Wyclef Jean]
Bo bo so bo I leave the boat for the pope
Smoke mad weed but not touch Bayley Coke
Primary purpose of the set
Is to present techniques and guided practice
And forced access to forfeit
Emcees lose focus
Wyclef to accomplish throwing crumbs in the hell pit
Vocabulary, comprehension, steady reading and critical analyzing
Techniques to enable DJ's to interact with my material
Play it on your turntable scratch it if you're able
Characteristics, circumstances
Will determine how long you live Mr. actor, Mrs. actress
[Pras]
I act will snatch gats from kids with packed back black raps
In an Ac to get with that
LH: Ah ah ah ah
WI: Easy!
[Wise Intelligent]
Black people say I represent when I get my chance
But when I'm rippin' to this beat, yo it's my nubian dance
That I be doing
Around these suckers' titles that I ruin
Although you do not like the flow you should not have been booing
Now you and your crew had better get your act together
Before I have to cut the fool release the stormy weather
Whatever you say, but nigga pop your shit my way
And you'll be screaming "Mercy me" like if your name was Marvin**e
Now put it away and stay the ** up out my face
I smack you in the mouth homeboy and you'll be missing taste
What a waste to everything existing up till now
So many claiming butter but just don't be knowing how
LH: Ah ah ah
WI: So my selector, come with the rhythm!
[Pras]
For sure I'm law to be the poor righteous conscious
You might just feel thrust when I touch like Midas
My toungue is gigantic, lyrics are tremendous
Wyclef and Pras they drop hits wherever they goes like Gladys
Catch the midnight train to Georgia
As my tongue does a dropkick like Sgt. Slaughter
New world order, you lions who are trying to roar
I'll silence you lambs like Jodie Foster
There's no need to feel sentimental
Parental guidance is advised for those who despise
The Wise and Intelligent, Refugees, immigrants
LH: Ah ah ah ah
WI: My selector, Culture Freedom lay the wickedest basslines
[Wise Intelligent]
May...I... kick a little something for the G-O-D's in the J-E-R-S-E-Y
Because you niggas know me I'm the da gan ya dee
Sixteen five four three five coincide freak wise
Time you recognize who run up in the nine
Rush like water raw cuts in your guts
Trails from Rozelle oh hell we rock bells
Live as Stuyvesant, Wise and them, rise again
The Gods A.V.G. they'll bomb Washin-
No man 'em trouble they jet something
Don't make me have to kick you on your God damned chin
I'll frappe you in your head with bottle of Heinekein
La
Mister Wise
[Lauryn Hill]
OK, ha
My intellect will protect what you threaten
Captain to Lieutenant, even take cadets in
I take them all rich and to the powerful
Don't fear no other force I be defining your hardcore
The folklore you spread down over tracks
Got you gassed off some shit may I suggest Ex-Lax
Relax! Your whole perception seems to be distorted
In my dimensions fake refugees get deported
Jokers be biting each other's styles so much it's eerie
So many deja vu's but can't no other crews come near me
It's weary, my brothers couldn't hold this if they grasped it
Confession to Jesus are even tried to master
I passed it off the levels of your mere mathematics
I'm on some astrophysics Quantum Leaping on your tactics
Triple bypasses, your crew's slow as molasses
While I amass cream like Jackie Kennedy Onassis
Ah ah ah ah
Refugee P.R.T. connect
New Jersey, this is how we do it
WI: If hip hop was a thing that money could not buy
The righteous would never live and the righteous would never die
Poor Righteous teachers and Refugees come to testify
We world **y style
Yo
Full Option (George Formby)
Ieri am vazut una mergea incet
Atat de incet ca mi s-a oprit aeru-n piept
Si apropo de piept avea bara din fatza vopsita in Roz ca sa`mi dea pofta de viata e genul care nu Se-agata,se calca frumos ,
Ii place-ncet dar ii place si periculos..
Cu botul ala roz asteptandu`ma la coltz ..
Masinaria asta scoala toti mortii din morti
Si ca s-o vada toti isi da capota jos .. piele Naturala, ce sloboz !
Tre sa mai stii ca nu are garantie ,
Cand nu esti atent iti fuge din maini fratie !(exact)
Dar cine stie , stie si`o tzine strans usb cheie
Si daca o lovesti o sa iti ia mai de-o mie
Dar ce imi place mie e ca are temperament
Si-as da in ea chiar si`asa fara carnet !
Ref:(x2)
E nesatisfacuta , vrea viteza mai multa !
Vrea s-atinga 100 in mai putin de`o secunda !
E plina de lotiuni
Dar ea ma vrea cool
Tot felu de notiuni
Ca s`o port acum
Tot felu de lotiuni
Vara cand fie ca sta lenesa sub soare
Fie c-o scot in oras la o plimbare vrea
Cu orice pret s`atraga atentie
N`are stare cand in intersectie
Niste semafoare vor sa`i dea o lectie
Asta si`ochelarii mei de soare
M`arunca in sectie ..
Eeee.. principalul motiv pt care
Zi de zi apare
Cate`o noua admiratoare
De`aia cand ridic mana la cer ii trag o stea
Si i`o fac cadou ca sa`i arat dragostea
Cand o vezi in catalog zici ca nu`i adevarat
E modelul preferat de cei care`si fac de cap ca
N`a vazut nici oraculul din spate toate
Cate a vazut bancheta din spate .. a ei
Ref x2
E nesatisfacuta , vrea viteza mai multa !
Vrea s-atinga 100 in mai putin de`o secunda !
Hai sa ma repet
Eu nici nu am carnet
Dar cu ea m`as lua un pic
La un mic antrenament
Si`n caz de accident
Ma dau cu capu`n airbeg
E plina cu efect peste tot pe unde merg
Si daca vreau sa o sterg
Nu o duc la spalatorie
O frec bine de tot
Sa sa se simta bine
Nu toata lumea stie
Dar tre sa ii vorbesti
Sa`i spui ca e frumoasa
Ca orbesti cand o privesti
Are spatele bombat
Si portbagajul plin
E plina de foc
Si e plina de venin
Si ca sa`nebunim
Sa ni se schimbe mecla`n buletin
Ei ii place cel mai mult cand are rezervoru plin
Ea`si face plinu des
Isi face ochii verzi
I`as lua bijuterii
Si vre trei perechi de genti
Da ce sa vezi ..
Eu continui sa visez
Am intalnit o curva
O chema mercedes benz ..
Ref x2
E nesatisfacuta , vrea viteza mai multa !
Vrea s-atinga 100 in mai putin de`o secunda !
Nappy Heads
(Featuring Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean & Pras Michel) (The Fugees)
[Wyclef]
Why am I trapped in a cage? (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Barber, can I get a fade? (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Teacher, teacher, check my grades (the nappy heads are comin' out)
I grab the mic in a rage
You maintain to put a negro in pain, you used to diss me
"You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the ** was so wonderful bout pickin cotton on a farm?
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?
Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-
-you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks
Out of Hooterville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-three
when I used to rock my Pumas
Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin
One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next time I'll get wicked
Heard the man who went before, got intimated
You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated
You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin
Wyclef, no competition when I'm bringin pure death
I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off
a-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth
(the nappy heads are comin' out)
Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin' out)
I coulda sworn I had an A (the nappy heads are comin' out)
I grab the mic in a rage
[Pras]
You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper
Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper
You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
I be the followin that chop ya down as I clock ya, hah
When I say five-oh, I mean fifty not guns or cops
Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter
Natural rhythm rock a mic I always rhyme I'm never drinkin vodka
Any old style, I throw it in a locker
[Lauryn Hill]
Well I'm a Gucci rocker, I never drank no vodka
Me got no bag of cheeba cause I never had a knocker
My cousin's name was Shaka, for short we called him 'Aka
I flip it on wack MC's because to me they flow like caca
[Pras]
You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose
Your style remind of yesterday, old news
Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain
or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock
It's not for capital gain
So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain
Bustin nuts, bustin style
Gettin buckwild some think I'm the descendant of a wilder child
Comin on the mic, from a higher level
Broke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil
[Wyclef]
(the nappy heads are comin' out)
What about Martin? (the nappy heads are comin' out)
What about Malcolm? (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Rosa Parks? (the nappy heads are comin' out)
You hung a man after dark (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Cease the violence! (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?
Some said that it was Jesus, they said he was a notty dread
But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused
Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it
Can't get too deep, cause some sleep while I wake
in a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes
Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple:
It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle
than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle
and walk away, with the title when I get, brutal
Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to Prudential
Don't even flinch, the other becomin spiritual
There's six million ways to die but choose four
cause I can still be in the desert butt** and be hardcore
[Lauryn Hill]
When ? checks that means pump your fist
Remember Moses people, this is Exodus
Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis
Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness
The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb
We droppin the bass drum, then we
You can't kill the battle with a .. feeling Joshua
So march to St. Lawrence
Yo march I got your back, march!
[Wyclef]
Crown Heights (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin' out)
A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin' out)
for those who died (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Public Enemy (the nappy heads are comin' out)
number one (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Fredric Douglass (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Harriet Tubman (the nappy heads are comin' out)
(the nappy heads are comin' out)
Bob Marley (the nappy heads are comin' out)
Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin' out)
To my man Khalid (the nappy heads are comin' out)
[Lauryn Hill]
Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah
and keep your heads nappy
Bem (Parazitii)
I:
Am un ficat
Ofticat
Care nu ma sufera
Imi bate in teava incet
De la prima bere care o incep
E nemultumit ca beau cu naveta
Dupa capu multora ar trebui sa bem cu pipeta
Obositor, nu sunt incepator
De mic copil am descoperit ca sunt un bun consumator
Drama vietii mele,
Prima gagica a mea avea o fatza de desfacator de bere
Nu beau de plictiseala
Nu-i o boala
E-un fel de sport
Intreb ficatul ... te doare ?
"de ce ?"
In loc de secretara acum avem brancardier
Votati cu incredere partidul "Sticla de Fier"
[Refren x2]
Am spus ca bem bem bem bem
Pentru ca bem bem bem
II:
Am un record absolut
Patru beri intr-un minut
10 tone, 6 ani
Si-o grama' de bani
Dupa bancile scolii am iesit toti hoti
Ultima moda-n baruri era sa bei cu vaza, poti ?
Am atatea de facut cam cate fire-n palma
Ma conduc dupa conceptul luam-m-ai in carca mama..
Sunt imun nu te-ndoi si nu ma otrvi cu apa
La supapa
Cad lent, traiti-ar frica in casa
O sa ma omori incet
Cu 3 gauri si una mare in buget
Ma premiez cu medaliet in lumea sportivilor
Doua Tubot si un Izvorul Minciunilor
[Refren x4]
III:
Declar stare de necesitate si razboi
Baloteaza frate ce faci iti bati joc de noi ?
Cred ca barmanul ne fura
M-am uscat pe interior mi-am fracturat silabele
Sa bem in gura
Cum dau cu pumnuu altii dau cu capu in masa
Sunt banditul de Cotnari, vreau sa violez o grasa
Picatura de pilitura se unge
Neuronul fuge
Afara ma asteapta doar sicriul
Si-o sa dai pe dinafara tot meniul
Nu ma place sa ma risc
Investesc in organism oricum
Cum si pana cand .. pana la disparitie
E ultima comanda ... ce injustitie
"Te las sa mai bem cate un shvatz
Nu mai merge ...
De ce ?
Nu mai ai nici un haz..."
Buckingham Palace (Canibus)
Verse 1:
Yo Yo Aye Yo!
I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer
Puffing a challis with the beef eaters.
Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit
It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit.
Canibus with the hot shit "Crazy I. Click"
Niggas is bloody idiots thinkin' that they can stop this.
I'll increase my strength to a super human extent
Nigga your rhyme ain't worth six pence.
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste....
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face.
>From Princeton, to ????? my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin,
And murder niggas for rhymin'. Spittin fire....
With gasoline filled saliva, drunk as Lady Diana's driver with
reporters
Behind her. Alcohol in the hands of
A minor. I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers.
Clear the building, evacuate women and children....
** what you feelin' nigga I came here to kill 'em.
Straight shittin', from New York to Great Britain,
And when we do shows we make the queen pay admission
What!
Chorus:
Canibus: When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Canibus: Can-I
Crowd: Bus
Verse 2:
Yo, Yo
Prepare for the worst. This next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a ** flick without **,
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavor then skittles when not digitally mastered.
I go off like a cannon, and blow up the planet with "No Fear"
Like them clothes white boys be wearing.
I'm tougher than denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights.
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that.
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback.
I'm strong my word is "Bond" like James,
Niggas be tryin' to test but they "week" like 7 days.
MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken
They should come with a large drink and a biscuit.
My styles radioactive, massive atomic, I plan to push the Earth
In Front of Haley's comet. Breaking the "Facts Of Life" down
Like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi, with more vocab, then
Three ** Fugees. So recognize or be hospitalized
Because lyrically on a scale of 1-10 I'm 25!
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Yo, Yo,
A little bit of weed and some hennesy,
Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy.
See I need much more energy then my enemies
If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy.
So I could be on MTV, with women constantly telling me,
I resemble Billy D. I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene.
And when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green.
Then I take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging the guillotine.
'Cuz whenever the head is severed from the human body
With a sharp enough weapon, the brain remains conscious for 10
seconds.
Long enough for me to give you one last message,
And when you get to hell you can tell Lucifer I said it.
Don't ever get it confused. **in' with Canibus the human "rubics
cube"
Like you got something to prove.
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me'll get booed, and get everything
In the club thrown at you and your crew.
>From moette bottles to bar stools, fruits and foods, if you got a
album
Out you get hit with your CD too.
Runnin' outside, lying, crying, denying that you ain't
The** Rapper, but you got **ed by him.
What's the difference, ya'll niggas still ain't in lyrical fitness.
Too busy mixing your business, with your bitches
While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures
So wicked, I Satan ejaculating on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of Boogie Nights
Sniffin' white livin' the hype, he ruined his life.
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah that's right.
Make sure your shit is right, or I'm a snatch your mic.
Nigga!
Chorus to fade
Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes (The Fugees)
[(Wyclef) Lauryn in parentheses]
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp unh! Ahh!)
Yo...It never stops, what?!
We comin' back! (Murder dat buoy!)
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
[Wyclef]
Jericho sound...
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
Yo! We 'bout to set it! (L-Boogie, yes yo, what?!)
We 'bout to set it! (We'bout to set it!)
Yes! We 'bout to set it! (We 'bout to set it!)
[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill - Verse One]
Yo, L won't take the mark though I swim with sharks
I make the dark see the light
Board the ark for forty nights
Times reveal a broken seal, like a (pause) fiend steal
You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal
You make deals with devils
The soul descends infinite levels
Pray to God I see the next, rescripture in Holy text then
ask to be forgiven for premarital **
In the same breath I speak with death about the times
and how many joined his army over bullshit rhymes
You see L change the topic, clear as fiber-optics
Make talk about your clothes become microscopic decisions
Young bitches in prison, messing 'round with that life
Thug, drug dealer wife
Consequence cut like a knife, then we learned that
only Jah and God can protect
You know the story, housing projects is purgatory
So, teach the youths they got more rights than Miranda
Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word!
[Wyclef]
Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?!
Jericho Sound...System!
Turn up your sound...Systems!
[Wyclef - Verse Two]
Yo, here he comes down the road
A black Maserati, what up Raheem? (Whatup?! Whatup?! Whatup?!)
He never fought unless necessary
You shot at? He shot back
The whole block felt the bang
Last man to fight with his fists his name was Jackie Chan
Not Charles Brownson
Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking
Cold freezer, so your body won't be stinkin'
Read the will, he left the bills for his daughter Soleil
Last words written just before he got killed
Woman cry (Crying)
Why wasn't I the one?
Not knowing, the omen was her son DAMIEN! (Demonic voice in background)
Father forgive 'em, for they know not what they done
Their meaning of fun is who can draw the quicker gun
Easy with the fizi
Second rate the violence
Those who disagree hear your ashes blow in silence!
[Wyclef]
Yo! Turn up your sound system!
This is the Refugee Camp!
Jericho Sound System!
Know what I'm sayin'?!
Te Bass production!
Refugee Camp collaboration!
Turn up your sound system!
Come on! Turn up your boom system!
This is how we do, turn it up, come on!
[Prakazrel "Pras" - Verse Three]
From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of Brooklyn-Marcy
All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh!
Illegal aliens, them all run invasions
Broadcasting all over your radio stations (Radio station!) - Lauryn
Mathematics, lead me to believe
there's mysteries in numbers
Lightning and thunder
Enough, ribbons in the sky (Ribbon In The Sky!)
To make Stevie Wonder
and man it works, to say I come from down under (Come from down under!)
The wiz kid got no ride
You frontin' at the bar (You frontin' at the bar!)
You ain't a star
You rolled up in somebody else's car (You rolled up in somebody else's car!)
You know the deal! BMW, Black Man Walking, came home your
Timberlands was talkin'! (Uh huh)
(Addressing Jeru) Niggas jealous 'cause the truth I said in Zealots
Well let me tell it...Without Premier you couldn't sell it!!!
[Lauryn]
Murder dat buoy!!!
[Wyclef - outro]
We 'bout to set it, Yes! Yes!
Jericho Sound!
L-Boogie you know what I'm sayin?
We gonna come like Star Wars, you know what I'm saying?
We 'bout to set it!
Nineteen ninety seven to the year two thousand and one!
Ichi-Bang! Even in Japan!
Yo, L you know the flavor!
Battle star galactical!
Who wanna battle?! Battle star galactical!
Come on! You know the flavor!
Jericho Allstars
(Something in Creole)
You know what I'm saying? You know, like the V
Remember V, the old show we used to watch that?
Yo...You know what I mean?! We 'bout to set it!
Know what I'm sayin'! We 'bout to take y'all, you know what I'm sayin'?!
Remember Mork & Mindy? We used to sit back, Happy Days
you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it, but yo!
Kids ain't playin' that no more, know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas packin' pistols, once you hear the whistle, we 'bout to set it!
You know what I mean? Yo! You know the flavor! You know what I mean?!
Yo man! You know what I'm saying?!
Good Times, J.J....
[Fades Out]
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