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Tuesday, 17 October 2017
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I'm Sick (Of This American Life) (They Might Be Giants)



Screw kid I got nothing to say
Quit bugging me, go away
High time you realized
I didn't come here to socialize

I'm sick, sick of this american life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice

I like staring at two glass eyes
Keep them stuffed, museum style
Got alarms set all around
In case they move around

I'm sick, sick of this american life
And I've learned the value of human sacrifice

Super Fly (Music Instructor)

D-Rock is the munch, with or without
Everybody knows that I'll slap their mutha**ers in their mouth
Better pay attention, as I lay this shit higher
Understand this funk. funk the bonfire
Burnin' is the city that I'm coming
Back wit' this shit, cos' you're acting like you drop funk
Call me in n' out
I know you wanna sound like me
That's because I never imitate the upper MC's

X3
U-u-u-upper MC's

X2
All you super, super fly
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
Cos' we super, super fly

Super fly guy if you like it or not
Then you know it's pity, cos' my city is hot
Here's a noble lesson, just before I retire
Takin' up ahead from my lick a' barb wire
Rappers take your style, cos' I'm strolling along
Collecting hit after hit, so guess I drop bombs
I know, you never heard a rapper like me
That's because I'm a super fly and a funky MC

X4
U-u-upper MC's

X2
All you super, super fly
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
Cos' we super, super fly

X2
U-u-upper MC's
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
U-u-upper MC's

Here Come The Lords (Lords Of The Underground)




[DoItAll] Hey yo Funke wake up!
[Mr. Funke] Huh?
[DoItAll] Turn your radio up!
[Mr. Funke] What?!
[DoItAll] It's us!
[Mr. Funke] It's US?!
[DoItAll] Yeah listen to the cut!
It's our style!
[Mr. Funke] Our style?
[DoItAll] Your style
[Mr. Funke] Stop brother
[DoItAll] Aiyyo nigga wake up "let me show you some thin!"
Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and phrases
Listen, listen, it's drivin me CRA-ZY
Cause everytime I do a style and flip it kind of simple
Brothers say, "That's fat," and do it on the demo
From a demo to a promo now a hit on the radio
Next thing you know, they'll be doing our video
[Mr. Funke] Same one?
[DoItAll] Same one! Concepts, whole nine
And crazy similarities to the whole rhyme
I'm not worried though (why?) I'm flippin hits from the grill
And in the underground only real stays real, so umm
check the skills, the skills are kinda ill and yo
Here Come the Lords, cause we're here to make a kill!

(Here Come the Lords) 7X

[Mr. Funke] Aiyyo, Marley!
[Marley] Aiyyo whassup knocka?
[Mr. Funke] Do you hear these suckas tryin to clock the Lord Chief Rocka
[Marley] Yeah I hear em, they're just a bunch of clones on your bone
[Mr. Funke] Hold up, I'm tryin to figure out where could they get my style from
Aiyyo wait a minute, remember the tape you shopped around a while back?
[Marley] Yo what, wasn't that your boys?
[Mr. Funke] Now they got our stuff down pat!
[Marley] Yo man don't sweat it, just show em why they call you Mr. Funke
Yo Lord Jazz, pass me some of that Brass Brass Monkey

[Mr. Funke]
Here Come the Lords, Here Come the Lords, Mr. Funke don't you see me?
I told you we were comin, you suckas didn't believe me
The Skipper, my Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper
I'm hangin other rappers like your girl hangs on my zipper
Lord Jazz, hit me one time, make it funky
Stop being stingy knocka, pass that Brass Monkey
I step, off a stage, everyone knows, who I am
Grab the mic like Teddy Riley and I _Jam_ (chicka, aawww, Jam)
Give me the mic and watch me wax that***horn sample*
Keep the camera moving cause I'm kinda fast *horn sample*
You can trip, you can flip, you could even slip or dip
but you'll never ever rip, Funke style as good as this
Because you sound like you're drugged, you might as well be a singer
Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky Fingaz
So when I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be down
Just dig the sound, cause here comes the Lords of the Underground

(Here Come the Lords) 7X

[DoItAll]
Well umm, open up the doors and yell, Here Come the Lords
Yell it loud yell it loud, let me hear it from a crowd
I packs em, _In the Closet_ like Michael Jackson
And love to hear the girls go OOH when I'm rockin
So catch it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it
And caught you on the dillz from my jam called _Check It_
Check it check it check it check it microphone check it
Yeah, you went wild, cause your moms digs my records
So come on, I'm takin you where the sun don't shine
The underground, but everything is fine
I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets hectic
Your vocal chords'll get CRACKED, you gets no chloraseptic
So hit em, so chill, chill man chill
I know who used to be but now who's _Top Bill_
Well it's me, and yes, I am back by the Funke
Marley filled the House with Hits so you know The Lords are chunky
We stink, like pee-eww, funk from my shoe
But what about this funk, can two brothers like us do
but get down like James Brown and rock the whole town
Hah! And now The Lords have broke ground

(Here Come the Lords) 7X
(Here Come the Lords) 7X

* Lord Jazz cuts n scratches 'Here Come the Lords' *

Garden City Of Light (Butterfingers)

hey joe howdy rainbow claustrophobic hour..
sittin' by the jewel in the crown noisy motor sounds
go go the cops are comin' you gotta move you car
think you're smart parking free never get it right

weekend come and have lots of fun
joke around makes us feel like on
super slackers now kiss my heart
growing older is not my fault
in the garden city of lights.....2x

disco goddess solo dress up like your style
mak koh frogs will never eat'cha round about and out
oh no low below you rats have run above
people walking all across no one make a fuss

hey joe howdy rainbow claustrophobic hour
sittin' by the jewel in the crown noisy motor sounds
go go the cops are comin' you gotta move you car
people walking all across no one make a fuss

Eternalists (Talib Kweli & Hi Tek)

Yeah
Now here we go
Here we go (come on come on)
Now here we go
Here we go (come on come on)
Yeah

[Talib Kweli]
Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted
My name's honored cause my style is insane retarded
Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas
Take game farther than the put-put planes charted
The same artist who smoke rainforest and bang hardest
My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise
All city like train bombers
Check out the pictures we painted (yeah)
More colorful than Kelis **
Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited
Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in "The Basement"
Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking
They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken
You're "Down for the Count" like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin
Make pigeons say, "Uh uh, no they didn't!"
Yes we did so god bless the kid yo
I got my own so I never stress his no

[Chorus]
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal.. or an eternalist?
Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas burn to this

Here we go
Come on
Yeah yeah (yeahhh)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah come on)
Yeah yeah
Come on come on

[Talib Kweli]
Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain
We taking over like Moors in Spain there's more to gain
Runaways get aboard the train (come on)
You can't ignore the pain (no)
When it come down like the pouring rain
Caught the Train of Thought it clanked across the raw terrain
The cold weather break your spirit like a water main
I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame
Y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chains
No you can't imagine a future where this all can change
If one of us ain't free then we all to blame
So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang
It's all the same across the board we fall for game
You wanna see through that shit then you can call my name
Kweli I chop it up like raw cocaine
I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame
You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes
Yo

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

And there it is (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Come on
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeahh
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yo yo yo
Say whaaat? Say what, say what, say what

[Talib Kweli]
I rock for the purists and I rock for the players
I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies (come on)
I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies (yeah)
I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night (yeah)
Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write (yeah)
Since the days of flying a kite and ridin my bike (come on)
Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah)
Now cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe (word)
Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin to fight
The system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your light
We dying in spite of getting rich
That's why I rhyme like a battle emcee
Battling the tragedies and fallacies
That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality
They acting like whats going on now is distant reality
Behaving so casually that they become a casualty
Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway
They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray
Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ!"
Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Check me out

yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah (fades)

Juice (Kurtis Blow)




I was walkin' down the avenue the other day
When I heard this crazy sound
It was nothing but a guy with a set of drums
But he was really gettin' down
He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior faire on the bass and snare
And I'm here to take my stand
I got juice

The next to show was a guy named Joe
Came in from Kalamazoo
Had a Kango cap with a real smooth rap
And he knew just what to do
He was an outta work bricklayer,part-time conga player
Brought along a set of LP's
Don't do a lot of talkin',let my fingers do the walkin'
And I play just as pretty as you please
I got juice

There was a guy with a bass,had a handsome face
And designer clothes all around
He said I'm into threads,don't wear Pro Keds
But I can make that funky sound
I play Fender Jazz,I got razz-ma-tazz
I got style from head to toe
It's a funky sound that I learned uptown
And I'm here to let you know
I got juice

About a minute went by when another guy
Showed up with an old guitar
Well it hard to be from World War III
Or run over by a car
It don't look like much,but it's sweet to touch
They don't make'em like this today
It's been around,but check the sound
Then see what you say
I got juice

There was a dude with a bongo,came from the Congo
Had a rough beat of his own
He dressed real strangle,wore beads and chains
But he could rock you all alone
He said call me Chief and I've got relief
For those weary dancin' blues
I got jungle heat from a primative beat
And I know I'll move your shoes,HUH-HUH
I got juice

The next to show was Kurtis Blow
With timbales in his hands
Well I'm known for rap and I play with snap
And I think you'll understand
Now I was taught to play in a different way
By a dude known as Delgado
He said listen to me and you soon will be
A timbale desparato
I got juice

What do you say when you're bustin' loose
JUICE,JUICE
It's good for the gander and chilly for the goose
JUICE,JUICE
Breakin' out from that weekday noose
JUICE,JUICE
Gettin' down on the one and up on the deuce
JUICE.JUICE

My Art (Le Tigre)

I Don't Care You Sing Such A Winner's Song
No I Won't Respond, My Silence Screams, Ha Ha
And You Can Call Us Wrong Either Way
It Just So Happens To Us Everyday
Oh I, I Won't Come Undone

And If You Ever Wanna Adventure
If You Ever Want A Fashion Show
I'll Walk On Your Block

My Art Is Better Than Your Art
And You Will Be Better Off
When I'm Gone, When I'm Gone

And If You Ever Wanna Try
Your Hand At Forcing My Suicide
Come On **er Reach Out For The Sun

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, You Got The Lens
That Wants To Go Through Me
You Got The Rebel Style It Don't Fool Me
You're A Poset Modern Parasite

And If You Ever Wanna Try
Your Hand At Forcing My Suicide
Just Know I've Only Begun

And If You Ever Wanna Try
Your Hand At Forcing My Suicide
Come On And Try To Kill Me Off

I Want You Both (With Me) (Anvil)

I met a girl, her name was Aund, she said
How do you do?
I think you're lookin good, like your style
I wanna get down on you
She took me home
She got me stoned
We rocked all night
I said honey now that's what I like

Decision - I don't know what to do
I think that I'm in love with both of you
I know I must decide which one it will be
But I want you both - I want you with me
So c'mon I want you both with me

I met another her name was Sil
You know that she looked so fine
I saw her walkin' on up ahead
Wow, she blew my mind
I wanna hold her tight
And get down all night
But she's so cold to me
I said honey now why can't she see
Why can't you see?

I want you both with me

Well Sil she's nice but she's so hard to know
And she puts me down
The other loves me and she lets it show, so
She's hanging around
I Guess I'll make the most
And I'll see them both
'Cause they suit me fine you know honey
That I lay them all the time

Street Beat (Oh Baby) (Ur Rap En)

Ur Rap En – Street Beat (oh baby)

Intro

Ur Rap En: You said you wanted something upbeat huh? How about a street beat, this shit will be tight.

Verse 1

I need beat for unleashing my flows,
Without the pushers, dealers and the hoe’s.
True to the streets, yet true to myself,
I need a beat that will empty shelves.
A way in which people can relate,
Relax, bounce n determine my fate.
I need a great beat every now n again,
To climb my rap Everest to attain fame.
I gotta find the perfect beat, for the perfect rhyme,
One that’ll still be hot in 50 years time.
In the words of Em, ‘Lets get down to business’,
Holler everyone, can I get a witness? (Oh baby)

Chorus

It’s the street beat,
Move ya feet,
Shake ya body,
Don’t be discrete.
(Oh baby)
(Oh baby)
I need a beat of the urban style,
Bounce to the street beat,
Every once in awhile.
(Oh baby)
(Oh baby)

Verse 2

I found the perfect beat, now its time to flow,
I started as a seed, but I’ve continued to grow.
With this new beat, my shit’ll be swifter,
Spittin’ out lyrics for fun like Twista.
I’m lookin’ down the line at my great prospectus,
Girl by my side in a diamond necklace.
I wanna rock the game with my distinctive style,
Just like Rabbit doin’ his shit in 8 mile.
Listen closely while I set the trend,
Cos my lyrical barrage will never end.
I’ll fulfil my dreams as fans go crazy for me,
I’d like to introduce y’all to Urban E.N.T. (Oh baby)

Chorus

It’s the street beat,
Move ya feet,
Shake ya body,
Don’t be discrete.
(Oh baby)
(Oh baby)
I need a beat of the urban style,
Bounce to the street beat,
Every once in awhile.
(Oh baby)
(Oh baby)

Verse 3

Street beat gonna be continental,
From the home boys in the hood, to the sweet n gentle.
Introducing a beat of the perfect style,
First thing in the mornin’ it’ll make ya smile.
Relax while spit it one more time,
Sit back n chill to my beat n unwind.
A beat for people of all colours n creed
But in the urban street style that all ya homies need.
Straight from the streets of Manchester yo,
Ur Rap En makin money from his beats n flow.
So after I finish off this song,
We gon party to the street beat all night long. (Oh baby)

Chorus

It’s the street beat,
Move ya feet,
Shake ya body,
Don’t be discrete.
(Oh baby)
(Oh baby)
I need a beat of the urban style,
Bounce to the street beat,
Every once in awhile.
(Oh baby)
(Oh baby)

Outro

Ur Rap En: That was the street beat y’all (Oh baby), hope ya enjoyed it.

Me And You (Belle Perez)

The sunshine and the music héhé
Me and you and summertime blue
Singin' hey nana ho nana

Bridge :
Me and you and summertime blue
Singin' hey nana ho nana

Verse 1:
From the moment that we met
Oh girl I can forget
The way you smile oh no
Let me tell you how it feels
To fal in love head over heels
I like your style

Rap :
The sunshine and the music make the girl fine
She wants to make love all of the time

Chorus:
Me and you and summertime blue
With your lovy dovy sunny funny face
I love you
Me and you and summertime blue
Singin' hey nana ho nana he nana hohoho

Rap :
The sunshine and the music héhé

Verse 2
Let me take you to the sea
I wanna make love with you, baby
All night long ohh

Let your body flow
Oh I love you so
This can't be wrong

Rap:
The sunshine and the music make the girl feel fine
She wants to make love all of the time

(Chorus)

Bridge :
Me and you and summertime blue
Singin' hye nana ho nana

(Chorus)


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