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I Confess (Bahamadia)




Verse One:
Word life boo, I checked you flexin wit' cha crew
lookin sweet enough to chew wit them saint eyes like tha brew,
roughneck mannerism, fly disposition,
ya live like channel sparkin' like mad-izm,
my mission, is gettin into you like a religion,
my woman's intuition tells me cupid's arrow's hittin,
you're the prince with the glass slipper that my foot could fit in,
this feelin that I have is never endin, I'm sendin, my love like
Zhane' up
in a box
with the bow up on the top, cause, for you I got the hots so
please accept these feelings I posess i'm like a damsel in distress in
pursuit of happiness, I confess
chorus: I've been really tryin' baby
tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
and if you feel, like I feel baby
come on, ohhh, come on
Verse Two:
Many men wit mass appeal expand across the globe by the mills,
but still I picked you like a daffodil
cause you thrill me like magnetic fields that give my body chills,
perserve my chocolate ties and it's a thrill; I'm sayin
that when you swing my way I, get a sudden rush,
that entices me not to keep it on the hush-hush,
boy times girl times lust equals us,
and you can count on that like you would an abacus so
bust the equation, baby cause I'm facin the fact that I only think of
you
on two occasions, but I'ma max once I get this off my chest, and just
let
nature do the rest..
I confess
Chorus
Verse Three:
I wanna be down like brandy with you handy for tha duration,
engage in electric relaxation,
build a conversation, probe ya intellect,
put ya manhood to the test, but not just ya physical, ya individual is
what
I'm after,
ya heart I wanna capture, I'm open like a space that NASA explores,
truly do adore, every little move you make and more, my word is born
but I could go on and on throwin hints,
that I'm tha chick, you should be celebratin life wit,
so instead I felt it best if I just,
stood and represented in the flesh,
that I confess...
Chorus

Something Wicked (2Pac)




Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-**as damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes [???]
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked
wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes
nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass drop
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come

Fluid Conduction (Anouk)

I've been sleepin' all day
Slummin' all night in a 44 hour sedation
Since the day you cut me out of your life
The night I killed your patience

Always tried to lie to you
The truth is that I love you
I need you more than anything
Without you I discover, I'm a maniac and a menace
Headin' for destruction

Your lips, I miss your tears your hips your piss your blood
The way you function
Maybe I should thank some god for your amazing fluid conduction

It was max, the king of facts
He made me steal for your number
I promised not to tell on him
But you know me, I'm a sucker

Always tried to lie to you
The truth is that I love you
I need you more than anything
Without you I discover, I'm a maniac and a menace
Headin' for destruction

Your lips, I miss your tears your hips your piss your blood
The way you function
Maybe I should thank some god for your amazing fluid conduction
Your kiss, I miss your tears your fingertips my satisfaction
I swear that I could thank some god for your amazing fluid conduction

You Gots To Chill (EPMD)




Intro
[Pee MD]
You Gots to Chill...
Verse 1
[E Double E]
Relax your mind let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of EPMD
Oh you should keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you're tired then go take a nap
Or stay awake and watch the show I take
Because right now I'm 'bout to shake'n'bake
The E R I C K is my name I spell
Things to the clientele yo I rock well
I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk
About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk
I just get down and I go for mine
Say "Check 1-2" and run down a line
[Pee MD]
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin' your girl (Why P?) Cos she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on the top
In the beginnin' I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill...
Verse 2
[E Double E]
I be the personal computer, information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes step by step
Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, cos we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standin' still
Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
Take total control of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll
[Pee MD]
I'm the P-double-E M-D-E-E
And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all R.I.P
For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace
Cos M.D stands for Microphone Doctor
And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief
rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill...
Verse 3
[E Double E]
Catch every word I'm sayin', no there's no delayin'
Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin'
Seeing is believing, you catch my drift?
Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back
I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin' sword
[Pee MD]
Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone
When I'm pushin' on the microphone
Cos I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
The one who likes to max and relax
And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks
I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin'
When it's time to roll Uzi patrol's packin'
The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend
And through the course of the party I kill again and again
So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared
Come wit' your shield and your armoured gear
You gots to chill...
Outro
[E Double E] DJ La Boss...
[Pee MD] ...takes no shorts.

I'm Made (Pastor Troy)

[Pastor Troy]

[Verse 1:]

Introduction to a lunatic (come on):huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on):huh,
And that's all I'm saying (come on)
Yeah, laying low, bag of dro', smoking heavily (uh-huh)
Carl Mo drop the mutha**in melody (well uh-huh)
Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh)
I got my pistol in my gut, nigga what! (uh-huh)
Younger paper, so these haters about maxed out (uh-huh)
I approach 'em they don't know what I'm talking bout (well uh-huh)
Say "Naw Troy, I don't understand,
I tried to warn all them niggas that you the man" (well uh-huh)
I'm making money, I'm country, and roll wit felons (uh-huh)
You talking bout shit real, Bitch who ya telling? (well uh-huh)
?? like a code red
And I ain't' grinning till you mutha**in dead
Who said?:

[Hook:]

If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy mutha**ers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid
[Repeat]

Bitch I'm mutha**in made - [4x]
Get paid

[Verse 2:]

Yeah, verse two I'm a make you feel real lame
Got a gram talking bout he in the dope game
Say he got a nigga coming from Amida
I'm a introduce ya nigga to my Ruga
You got 30 ki's nigga bring ya ki's out
Mutha**er you still sleeping at ya mama house
Selling dope for 5 years with no profit
Bitch if you can't come up you needs to stop it
Tha game I locked it, nobody else can enter
D-S-G-B representer
We in the winter riding drop tops
Pussy nigga you need to stop, give me my props
They call the cops but that ain't necessary
(A tell 'em why) - I'm made
Go get some knowledge from yo library
Pussy nigga learn to get paid

[Hook:]

If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy mutha**ers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid
[Repeat]

Bitch I'm mutha**in made - [4x]
Get paid

Storm [On and On] (Beenie Man)

Intro (Beenie):
Yow! New Year
New ting, new everything
Hail King Selassi
Make, make money, money, money
Make money, money, money
Tell dem, warn dem again

Verse 1 (A.R.P.):
New year started oldies gone once again
We are striving, going to stay true 'till the end
It's A.R.P. and Beenie Man once again
On and one, on and on

Chorus (A.R.P.):
On and on, we keep the storm
Now a new year start and the old one gone
Repeat

Verse 2 (Beenie):
Cho!
Mi haffi wonder if some bwoy consider mi
Say last year mi hot, but this year mi hotta
Man ano oven, man ano furnace, man ano fire
Man a lava
How yuh fi dis mi
When mi just getting stamma
Bwoy, calm man a blow weh like storm
After dusk there must be dawn
Bad man deh ya, mashing up di lawn
A.R.P. come down, sing it out mek mi gwane

Chorus

Verse 3 (Beenie):
Yow!
Nuff would a love si mi loose
And mi confuse
But wi done reach a France
Shoot di ball from wi shoes
How dem a come read di X-News
Dem nu know seh a so bad man move
How dem a dis ana gwane
Like dem run de ting
Shing! Yuh nu hear seh beer bottle fling a Sting
But what a ting, Beenie Man haffi sing
A.R.P. come dung, come sing pon di riddim

Chorus

Verse 4 (Beenie):
Long time mi stand up ana warn
An some D.J. dem a blow like alarm
Tell mi a tell dem seh fi cool an' calm
How some bwoy dem all a dis mi inna di lawn
When mi tell dem, man a di king, wear di crown
An' a mi run di hall
How dem a dis mi, when dem gal friend a bawl an' a call
Seh Beenie Man a tear dung dem wall
A.R.P. hold di mike, an' mi nuh salt
Mi haffi ram dancehall

Chorus

Verse 5:
Now why yuh want to go and do that now punk
Why yuh want to go and do that (ah, ah, ah)
Why yuh want to go and do that now punk
Why yuh want to go and do that
Come sing a verse

Chorus

Face The Music (Crazy Town)

Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes,/ Words forced fed to your mind trace the source brother, brother /face the music, don't confuse it for another/nothing comes close to this/ Kiss the sky. These grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes/ people gather round when we kick them go boy, Shifty stick em/ ha ha ha stick em/ Burning bridges , smoking ism,/ Losing my religion/shooting the breeze, we got these MC's**kissing/ If you can't take the heat get your**out the kitchen/ I freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points of view into your ** skull bitch/That's why we stick em.

Chorus: Stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha/ stick em, ha, ha, ha stick em/ stick em stick em stick em/stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em.

Well I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic/ epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl/ it's called survival, when I drop the stylish into friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates/ it shakes like the quakes in Cali/ the mystic maharaji/ mission of the kamikoze come back kid/producer supper status/ I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler/so place your bet middler/ the rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler/we're sippin on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning./hot like the sun/no time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.

Chorus

Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick em/ I'm talking shit/ the pit starter a wanted man /The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and I talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit/ I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit/it's madness pimpin like Gladys/ The baddest/ maintainer status/ that is no question/releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension/this jabber jaw's jaws are slapping/ we's what's happening/ the bones are breaking/and fingers snapping/ the pressure is on with non stop action/whether banging your head or steady maxing.

Chorus

Fire Fire Fire (The Hellacopters)

I got time for some rock'n'roll
Never really cared about my soul
Workin' all day won't get me far
So I will set it for a six-pack and a fast car
Pack of smokes and a bottle of wine
9-5 can't make it rhyme
Time's right now, I wanna get some kicks
Booze, tough chicks and spaghetti flicks
Oh yeah!!!

Oh yeah, I think I've made up my mind
Can't wait 'cuz I ain't got the time
Standing at the crossroads with my guitar
I take the one to the left and I will be a star
I got time for some rock'n'roll
Never really cared about my soul
Workin' all day won't get me far
So I will set it for a six-pack and a fast car
Oh yeah!!!

To hell I will be damned
Fire Fire Fire
To hell I will be damned
Yeah!!!
Fire Fire Fire

Bebot (Black Eyed Peas)

A.
bebot bebot
be bebot bebot
be bebot bebot
be
ikaw ang aking/ay

B.
pilipino, pilipino, pilipino, pilipino

Verse I
hoy pare pakinggan nyo ko
eto nang tunay na filipino
galing sa baryo sa pangbato
pumunta ng LA nagtrabaho
para makatulong sa nanay
dahil sa hirap ng buhay
pero masaya parin ang kulay
pag kumain nagkakamay
yung kanin, chicken adobo
yung balot, binebenta sa kanto
ta**mo na nga ang baso
pare ko inuman na tayo

Verse II
masdan mo ang magagandang dalaga
nakakagigil ang beauty mo talaga
lambingin di nakakasawa
ikaw lang ang gustong kasama
yung bahay o kubo
pagibig mo ay totoo
puso ko’y laging kumikibo
wala kang katulad sa mundo ko
pinoy ka sigaw na, sige
kung maganda ka sigaw na, sige
kung buhay mo’y mahalaga, sige
salamat sa iyong suporta

Play Dis (remix) (Saukrates)




featuring Common Sense

(Saukrates) [Common]
Word up Saukrates in the house [yeah yeah]
‘bout to turn it all out again
y'all niggas check my shit out

check me out

Verse 1:
Amazed dudes to wack crews
Lay it down
Kids could never walk a mile in my shoes
Shorties clockin' me
Always be coming in the two
From the north
I'm bringing you tracks and good news
My debut was real to blind industry minds
Who never had the time
Now kids press rewind to the top
But legally I gotta show love
Call me A, B and C, the answers D
All of the above
I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper
Real for stacks, leaving kids no headroom like Max
Try to react, but you were never clam
And never could kick a verse
When worse come to worse I'm better
Shine like genuine rhine, black patented leather
On half ** honeys who forgot about the weather
** an exhibition, and warm up scrimmage
Shoot more words that Macho Man shooting gism in the city

CHORUS:
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis y'all, play dis], (play dis)

[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis y'all, play dis], (play dis)

Verse 2: [Common Sense]
Stimulated by a tree and drama
I advanced on a branch of respect and honor
A patient of the Ill state
Sittin' in trauma, never been one to side with hama
For Armageddon, I'm getting armed plus armor
The comma of matter on the rise like a tip
In the southside cider
Your preference to the book that likes to pack humid
To it I react by staying strapped with the mack and courage
Parallel to a carrousel of murders
I prefer to make a life than take a life
Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right
Sort of how I play my broads, just how I play the mic
First I cuff it, then finger ** it
Check it something rugged, other niggas be reluctant
To touch it after me
Passively they strike, never matching me
Rapidly, don't placidly
I fabricate the verbal tapestry
Tap the key of you conscious
Navigate you like Farrhakan with accomplice

CHORUS

Verse 3: (Saukrates)
Kids setting their watches 5 minutes fast to stay on top of time
But I'm already 10 minutes away
Play what you want to play, he say she say
But Saukrates got the buttas in T dot O dot today

[Common]
Slowly but surely I pour the lyric into the glass of your mind
My rhyming will be the diamond that will cut through
Lines say but you to do, you don't know what to
Got wisdom like a tooth
Incidentally I get buck too
Didn't get my jest, so I just had to do it
My mic or your mic, come on no congruent
Seen broads in brew to me, be jubilee
On my neck be hot jewelry
My old man be schooling me
For sho' I rock good, cats claim this hood and that hood
Black man, your hood is the universe
On this Earth, you were first through the worse
My crew could hearse
Used to go up stairs and went through the purse
I don't cures around juniors
Spread live like rumors
Niggas loved my tape, but how many were consumers?

(Saukrates)
Shout out to honeys working them hourgalss hips
Stay soprano, reading surano
Dramatic… episodes, yo Common
Let me play with niggas brains like clay kits
When I rock stage hits
Skip the rumors and lies
So you're under the stirs
When I drop my hip-hop, you'll be some Maytag repairmen
And flip flop the fake, who thought the scared
And half-assed niggas sending you back to drawing boards
To deliver the real shit, al least we'll spit on you mice
I'm versatile like a plate of read grits

CHORUS 2X

[Common] – talking behind chorus
This is how we bust that shit out
Yeah, yeah
Father time, check it out
We the fathers, y'all know what time it is
You better watch the clock, use your mind
Check it out, yes two brothers need to rhyme

Verse 4:
Never eat swine, we don't need it on our pizza
Just cheese, checkered MCs
They better freeze
Check it our, they bumble like bees
No I ain't a killer
I'm the nigga that don't drink Miller
I like Heineken, it's sort of like my vitamin
I gotta rhyme, because I got a big mouth
Where I come from, what, what
I side with the Southside
Niggas outside with they half (lap?) tops
I'm telling you, check it out
I rock the black block
I rock the black blocks all over
Call over on some ill shit, yeah
My niggas Sauk come to do it
Yo we got to get into it
Check it out, this is how I blew it
Right here, now yeah, yeah

(Peace out, T dot, O dot)
[It's that ol' adlib shit]

Music fade


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