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Lyrics

Basketball (Kurtis Blow)




Chours:
They're playing Basketball
We love that Basketball
They're playing Basketball
We love that Basketball

(Now rapping Basketball Number 1 Kurtis Blow)
Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
Just like I'm the King on the microphone so is Dr. J and Moses Malone
I like Slam dunks take me to the hoop
My favorite play is the alley oop
I like the pick-and-roll, I like the give-and-go,
Cause it's Basketball, uh, Mister Kurtis Blow,

Chours

I used to go to dinner, and then take the girl,
To see Tiny play against Earl The Pearl,
And Wilt, Big O, and Jerry West,
To play Basketball at it's very best,
Basketball has always been my thing,
I like Magic, Bird, and Bernard King,
And number 33, my man Kareem,
Is the center on my starting team,

(To the hoop, ya'll, Watch out, Watch out
In yo' face, now here comes the rest)

Clyde, Rick Barry, and Pistol Pete,
Now these players, could never be beat,
Isiah, and Iceman too,
Just give 'em the ball, and then you talk up too,
Dantley and Wilkins are on the scene,
And Ralph Sampson is really mean,
Bill Russell didn't take no junk,
and Darryl Dawkins got a monster dunk,
Tell me, were you in the joint?,
The night Wilt scored 100 points,
Or when Celtics won titles back-to-back,
And didn't give nobody, no kind of slack,
Or when Dr. J shook the whole damn team,
With moves that came right out of a dream,
Or when, Willis Reed stood so tall,
Playing D with desire, it's Basketball,

Chorus

Tari Lebaran (Whitney Houston & Enrique Iglesias)

( 1 )
Usah bergundah pada kisah lama
Itu hanya mainan semuanya
Ayuh satukan rentak di jiwa yang beradat
Dengan tari lebaran kita berpencak

Pukullah tabuh mengikut irama asli
Bukanlah syarat tapi turutkan naluri
Menyambut syawal tiba anak-anak perkasa
Teruskan semangat ramadan yang mulia

( 2 )
Tari lebaran bukan tari cipta mendayu
Hanyalah alunan irama melayu

Jikalau membakar lemang
Janganlah sampai jadi rentung
Jikalau berpencak di lebaran
Janganlah lupa sopan santun

Hey! Kok sambung merebus ketupat
Jaga jangan sampai berkulat
Oh adik abang hanya nasihat
Ikutlah cakap emak bapak

( ulang 1, 2 )

Bertamu mengikat rindu
Bermaafan di pagi syahdu
Kasih pak tua kat anak cucu
Tidak terlupa hey duit saku

Bertanjak biarlah berentak
Pewaris adat pusaka bangsa
Biar bergoyang lenggang berseni
Tari lebaran di kenang jua

Bertamu mengikat rindu
Bermaafan di pagi syahdu
Kasih pak tua kat anak cucu
Tidak terlupa duit saku

Tidak terlupa hey duit saku

Sternstunde (Freundeskreis)

an alle companieros guerilleros
mighty tolga - der soul guerillero
fk squad - don philippe - dj frico
unsere zukunft ist groß


auf dem makadam partisan
die uhr schlägt rasha shana 'ne neue Zeit bricht an
astrologen beschwören das zeitalter des wassermann
kein stern am firmament
das pentagramm kreuzt den pentagon'schen masterplan
aus den weiten kasachstans bis in die höhen der gulan
erklingt die stimme der massen righteous wie rastachants
philister müssen gehen sie ham' zu lange abgesahnt
nehmt ministern die diäten daß sie fasten wie an ramadan
bald werden köpfe rollen weil jetzt andere an die töpfe wollen
auch aus dem vollen schöpfen wollen
ihr'n tribut nicht falschen götzen zollen
weil der tanz ums goldene kalb nicht ungescholten bleibt
weil schon die luft zu verschmutzt ist
als daß man schlösser in die wolken träumt
bald stürmen 144 mit geballter faust
von gibraltar aus auf das europäische haus
und vor den strassen behrings fegt ein zauberlehrling
über flora und fauna des amerikanischen traumas
und sie holen sich was ihr's ist
treten über babylonische ufer wie euphrat und tigris
boykottieren das business wo der teufel im spiel ist
bis es ertrinkt wie osiris in den fluten der krisis
doch der schein trügt denn das harte unterliegt
so wie das wasser in bewegung mit der zeit den stein besiegt
so sind die massen in bewegung
nur so gewaltsam wie ihr flussbett
das konzept bleibt verkrustet die welt ist reformieren wie chrustchow
wenn auch in euern adern blut kocht steigt mit in die barkassen
man soll die welt sehen wie sie ist aber muss man sie so lassen
rap ist sprachrohr begleitet aufruhr textlich
das große spiegelt sich im kleinen das ist dialektik
denn das musikgeschäft ist nur ein bildnis für die wildnis
wenn du gewillt bist zu partizipier'n wo das schnelle geld ist
akzeptierst du das verhältnis das auf der welt herrscht
kapier das auch wenn du das system hofiert hast
der unterschied zwischen musikern und proletariern
ist wir verkaufen uns momentan profitabler
und ich mim' ihn' don quichote in ihr'm theater
weil erst das kapital die rebellion vermarktet
siehst du die analogie auch wir sind teil dieses spiels
man steht im rampenlicht und sieht nicht wie es schatten wirft
auch plattenfirmen sind multinationale monopole
musik ist nur ne ware sie akkumulieren kohle
auch wir sind teil jener gesellschaft mit beschränkter haftung
kein mensch ist mehr wert als sein mehrwert
ha'm wir nur noch vor profit achtung
effizienzwahn bestimmt parlamentswahlen
die kehrseite im nächsten millenium
leben 3 von 4 am existenzminimum
das sich im deutschen geld auf welt reimt ist das zufall
sind wir technisch raumpatrouille ethisch urknall
man sagt es gäbe viele stufen grau werdet nicht farbenblind
vergesst nicht was die scherben singen
"...wenn die nacht am tiefsten ist ist der tag am nächsten..."
und die revolution frißt ihre kinder nicht nur die erwachsenen
sollten wachsam sein wir wachsen mit und nicht abseits der zeit
sonst wird das dogma der bequemlichkeit das tradition heisst abstellgleis
die welt bleibt ein reisender solang sie um die sonne kreist
wir haben einen tod zu sterben ein leben zu geben
und eh' wir das zeitliche segnen nach unsterblichkeit zu streben
also stell ich mein schaffen in gesellschaftlichen nexus
lass mir mein bart wachsen überm textbuch


es ist sternstunde


mighty tolga


voll hunger und voll brot ist unsere erde
voll leben und voll tod ist diese welt
in armut und reichtum grenzenlos
von schönheit hell entflammt ist diese erde
vom elend ganz verbrannt ist diese welt
doch ihre zukunft ist herrlich und gross

All The Way Live (Now) (Coolio)




1 It's all the way live. It's all the way live
It's all the way live. It's all the way live
Why you take a chunk and go up for a dunk?
An' I never been a punk but your girl calls me hunk
Straight to the hoop and I know how to shoot
If you wanna know the truth then you better get the scoop
Comin' up to miss wit' my mic in my fist
An' everybod's lookin' so you know I gotta bit
You take me that can't be
Shook an' took like all rookies
So if you're a beginner an' you want wanna be a winner
Then you better have some spinach with your dinner
So just put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride
And keep you eye on the flies cause it's live
(repeat 1)
What you see is what you get
And what you got is a whole lotta sweat
Blood and tears, so have no fear
Cause they ain't seen moves like these in years
I can shake it bake it, show the fake
But never perpetrate or player hate
My name ain't Brat but I'm Funkdafied
My name ain't Luke but I can walk-the-sky
So put it over here homie low, an' go for broke
And watch the smoke but make sure you don't choke
Put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride
And keep you eye on the flies cause it's live
(rpt 1)
Ooo the music's in the groove
It's the rap that makes you move
'Cause Lakeside show-ed up at the party
Ooo the music's in the groove
It's the rap that makes you move
Coolio show-ed up at the party
(rpt 1)
This ain't Penny Hardaway or Kareem Abdul
It's Coolio in the house but you can call me cool
An' I gotta keep it real for my peeps on the street
You can fill it in your feet or bump it in your jeep
From sea to shinning sea the rows of century
Bend under Sicily I put it down for the G
Feel the fire, feel the funk
An' you better clear the lane when I'm goin' dunk
I ain't looking for protocol, got sumpin' for all o' y'all
To make you get your back up off the ball
Just put your head to the sky, if you wanna ride
And keep you eye on the flies cause it's live
(rpt 1)

Home (Roger Waters)

Jim: Oh, God!
Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.

Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
Could be Llanelli, and it could be Warrington
Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moose Jaw
Could be Rome
Everybody got somewhere they call home
When they overrun the defences
A minor invasion put down to expenses
Will you go down to the airport lounge
Will you accept your second class status
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix their martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to the hills

It could be clay and it could be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be something your old man handed down
Could be something you built on your own
Everybody got something he calls home

When the cowboys and Arabs draw down
On each other at noon
In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom
Will you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market dictators
Will you discreetly withdraw
With your ear pressed to the boardroom door
Will you hear when the lion within you roars
Will you take to the hills

Will you stand, will you stand for it
Will you hear, ohhhh! ohhh! when the lion within you roars

Could be your father and it could be your mother
Could be your sister, could be your brother
Could be a foreigner, could be a Turk
Could be a cyclist out looking for work. Norman
Could be a king, could be the Aga khan
Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs
Could be a saint, could be a sinner
Could be a loser or it could be a winner
Could be a banker, could be a baker
Could be a Laker, could be Kareem Abdul Jabar
Could be a male voice choir
Could be a lover, could be a fighter
Could be a super heavyweight, or it could be
something lighter
Could be a cripple, could be a freak
Could be a wop, gook, geek
Could be a cop, could be a thief
Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief
Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs
With their tinned food and their silver spoons
Could be the pilot with God on his side
Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight
Could be a fanatic, could be a terrorist
Could be a dentist, could be a psychiatrist
Could be humble, could be proud
Could be a face in the crowd
Could be the soldier in the white cravat
Who turns the key in spite of the fact
That this is the end of the cat and mouse
Who dwelt in the house
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White gloved thumb, Lord thy will be done
He was always a good boy his mother said
He'll do his duty when he's grown, yeah
Everybody's got someone they call home

Never Seen Before * (EPMD)




* original and "Remix" are the same lyrics with different beats

[E] Peace to Chuck
[P] Chuck D
[E] Yeah uhh
You're not tellin em huh? Yeah

[Erick Sermon]
They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
when I'm supreme rap star they all know me
E.D. when I flash the greens on TV
MC's be robbin me of my technique
The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound
And if you axe/ask me, they must be on the jock
of the innovator (one two), rock roll bounce to skater

[Parrish Smith]
OK ** it, enough with the tight shit, grab the mic quick
Hollywood niggaz, put it down spit some hype shit
EPMD Erick and Parrish, Makin Dollars
with the rap scholars keep the show packed like funeral parlors
Deadly, murderous I know you heard of us
Holdin shit down on the block, nobody servin us (yeah son)
The E Double and Mic Doc, Boondox
Def Jam's off the meter yo, this shit is hot

Chorus: EPMD

[P] Never seen before, or heard before
The uncut raw
[E] I'm Erick Sermon
[P] and I'm Parrish Smith
(repeat 2X)

[Erick Sermon]
Check it, now I'm back with the flyest material
Mic Doc and E Dub the Grand Imperial
My mic's deadly, so I scratched off the serial
and stashed it, until I have to kill at will
Keep it movin, yes it's me in the flesh
it's no illusion, ** around and catch minor contusions
Whatever, I'm Smokin Joe when it comes to rap
I'm a pro-fessional, Tiger Woods I'm good

[Parrish Smith]
Time to black out, no doubt, people wanna know about
the inside scoop with the group, and are they comin out
Damn skippy I'm tipsy, high like a hippie
Don't take drinks from strangers cause niggaz slip mickies
That's why I stay on Q/cue, like Omar Epps in J-U
I-C-E so chill and bust the debut
In rare form the false alarm's the Mic Don's
back in effect, snap that neck, the P's gone

Chorus

[E] Never say never
[P] What? EPMD's back together
[E] And if it gets warm take off the hot sweater
[P] Flip the ill slick flow (flow)
[E] Watch us throw (throw)
[P] down with the other brothers toe to toe
[E] And if ya slow ya blow
[P] That's why we comin with the ammo
[E] Yo ten year veterans
[P] A thousand rap sessions
[E] Yeah the hard rockers
[P] The crowd shockers
[E] The head knockers
[P] Yeah EPMD's off the rockers

Chorus 2X

[E] Yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh, yeah
[P] Dude whassup
[E] Yeah that was dope, word up
EPMD for Nine-What, whatever, yeah, uh-huh...
Sample this shit, word up!


Magic Johnson (Red Hot Chili Peppers)

l. a. lakers fast break makers
kinds of the court shake and bake all takers
back to back is a bad**fact a claim that remains in tact
m-a-g-i-c see you on the court
buck has come to play his way and his way is to thwart
m-a-g-i-c magic of the buck
other teams pray for dreams
but he don't give a [**]
penetrating the lane like a bullet train
comes the magic blood a telepathic brain
knucklehead suckers better duck
when the buck comes through like a truck
scott stops pops and drops it in
on his way back gets a little skin
from the hand of a man named a. c. green
slam so hard break your t.v. screen
worthy's hot with his tomahawk
take it to the hole make your mamma talk
i hate to burst your bubble but triple double trouble
is coming to your town and he's going to make rubble
l. a. lakers fast break makers
kings of the court shake and bake all takers
back to back is a bad**fact a claim that remains in tact
lakers are the team that i watch on the telly
cause they got more moves
that a bowl full of jelly
the buck stops here - pops - then cheers
a roar through the forum
that deafens my ears
the one and only know if his kind
sits in a throne
not for the records that he holds
but for being bald and bold
kareem abdul jabbar
all time great super super star
i hate to burst your bubble but triple double trouble
is coming to your town and he's going to make rubble
does anybody want some magic johnson
l. a. lakers fast break makers
kings of the court shake and bake all takers
back to back is a bad**fact a claim that remains in tact

Timebomb (Public Enemy)





You go ooh and ahh when I jump in my car
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
When I'm up to par no matter who you are
I betcha go hip hop hurray or hurrah
But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of news
Pop your tape in put your car in cruise
I never heard the boos I never drank booze
Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique You sneak to peek
A look and then you know that we're never weak
I know you can't wait, it's never too late
No fear I'm here, and everything is straight
Cycles, cycles, life runs in cycles
New is old, no I'm not no psycho
The monkey on the back makes the best excel
The people in the crowd makes the rock well
The people in the back lets you know who's w**
And those who lack, the odds are stacked
The one who makes the money is white not black
You might not believe it but it's like that
When you come to my show, watch me throw
Down with the other brothers toe to toe
When you make a move, new not used
And watch the bro here just bust a groove
A fat lady soprano, loads my ammo
And hear my jam, with a funky piano
Easy on the wall but hard on the panel
A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels
In effect, the crew's in check
Run by the posse with the gold around the neck
Homeboys in heat, lookin' for sweet
Ladies in the crowd so they can meet
Somebody to body, makin' a baby
Givin' it to grandma then makin' her crazy
I'm a MC protector, U.S. defector
South African government wrecker
Panther power, you can feel it in my arm
Lookout y'all cause I'm a timebomb
Tickin', tockin', all about rockin'
makin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm, to shake the house downy down
Bounce to the ounce, sound so crown
The man, the enemy, Public King, no
All fall to the force of my swing
Like Ali, Frazier, Thriller in Manila
A pinpoint point blank microphone killer am I
No need to lie, got the Flavor Flave

To prove ill win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up - put your whole s** up
Just choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up
This is the wiz, but the mike's not his, it's mine
One time let the star shine
And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you you're through
Don't think you're grown because your moustache grew
I'm number one, you know it weighs a ton
And I'll be the burger, you can be the bun, girl
Surroundin', my steady poundin'
Get, get on down to my funky sound
And rock the rhythm rhyme, one time your mind
Rhythm roll, two times control,
the mauler and the caller of your doom
And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all, rhythm rhyme and rock
Then you'll that the D is on the block
Four times y'all and never ever the w**
It's the hour to the minute, time to blow BLACK

Heart Of A Champion (Nelly)

[Nelly exercising and breathing hard]

[Nelly]
C'mon, uhh, uhh
I guess he's back 'urr derrty, S-T-L derby
I'm like Magic to Kareem, mayne you tell me I ain't Worthy
I ain't speakin 'bout a jersey, I'm speakin 'bout income
DID YOU HEAR THAT ELIZABETH? HERE COME THE BIG ONE!
I put mo' money in the community than you got in yo' budget
I wipe my**with yo' advance to the toilet then flush it
My last stance be a stance of a General Custard
I hot dog cause I can, I got the cheese and mustard
I got the stats of a hall of famer - in just two records
That's why I'm back up at the Superbowl - with Julius Peppers
I got that cain't stop, won't stop, in my veins
That's why they cain't stop, won't stop, screamin the name
NELLY! NELLY! Go tell a friend to tell a friend
I'ma keep the same grin whether I, lose or win
Up, or down ten, I'ma fight to the end
[breathing hard] Let's go

[Chorus: L.U.V.E.]
Ain't no way they can stop me now Nelly
Cause I'm on my way, I can feel my ring comin
It's the blood of a champion, pumpin
Deep inside my veins, too much pride to be runnin
I'ma get what I can and more, even if
My blood, my sweat, and my tears don't mean nothin
It's the heart of a champion (it's the heart of me)
(It's the heart of a..) in me

[Nelly]
I'm the first pick, the first round, signin bonus profound
Playin for his hometown, reppin for the home ground
And gettin buffer like Michael Riggs, tell 'em again
I gets buffer like Michael Riggs, heard what I said?
The MV-P of the game, intensity still the same
I'm shootin out from my reign, with Peyton Manning type aim
Can't stop me from scorin so they results are just **in
So there's, three of us now - me, A.I. and Shaq'n
From the look to the as I say
Hover man with more heart than Hallmark on Valentine's Day
I'm the one that you've been Raven about, like Ray Lewis
I think it hard to go and change your route
Cause you don't know if I'm blitzin or if I'm sittin and readin
Waitin for you to go and trip, drop back and throw up a brick, man
AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW
AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
It's like a big time decision made on how I can twurk it
If hard work pays off then easy work is worthless
My work habit ain't no habit man, I do it on purpose
I push myself to the limit so my talent'll surface
So now it's, curtains and drapes, on anybody who hates
Dislikin what I'm recitin, bitin what I've been writin
I've been dogfightin, scratchin and clawin on every height
Tryin to make you remember me like you +Remember the Titans+
Cause I'm a WARR-IOR, my daddy was a soldier
A Vietnam vet, lil' derrty I thought I told ya
I'm supposed ta, whip up your town in Testarossas
Heatin like Folgers mayne, I'm young black and rich
As good as it gets, and givin your point guard fits
He think he done seen pressure mayne, but he ain't seen shhhh...
AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW
AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Actueel Vandaag (Yes-R)

Rap Riza:

Dit was het landje aan de zee, verstandig en gedwee, Beleefde ieder zijn idee op zijn manier dat was oké
Maar dat kan nu niet meer, ervaring nu die leert, Dat wie er praat, die incasseert, dat heeft de dood van hem ons onverhoopt geleerd

En we beseffen, dat je niet kan zeggen wat je wilt, Maar dit weerleggen we door toch nog door te rappen
En ik kijk in de ogen van het kind, is hij dan voorgelogen , dat hij denkt dat het geloven liefde schenkt

Maar ik beloof je in, de toekomst die nu komen gaat, Mag je blijven dromen duurt nog even voor dit overgaat
Liefde dat zal komen, zolang je ervoor openstaat, Dus vecht ik met demonen, extremisten en hun open haat

Want dit moet samen, Nederlanders, Marokkanen, Even angst, zeker schamen, diep beland, bekeek de schade
Gevaar van rechts, extremen claimen de Islam, Gewone volk zit ertussen, ’ t is niet uit onze naam


Refrein Ninthe.

Want het is actueel vandaag, Krijg ik dan morgen antwoord op mijn vraag ?
Zouden de Imam of de Rabijn over een tijd verenigd zijn? Krijg ik dan weer een rel of haat,
Als ik vertel waar het op staat. Hij of zij die heilig leeft werpt de eerste steen.


Rap YES-R:

Nou vertel me wat je weet van de islam ? Suikerfeest, de ramadan onze moskeen en imaams
Dus je vraagt jezelf af wat de islam eigenlijk is, maar de woede die heerst ,maakt je uitermate pist

je ogen veraden je weer en het,komt er op neer, iedere marokkaan is, en een moslim met een baard wordt gezien als extremist
Het hele land staat op ze kop maar de burgers zijn nog niet wakker, doe je televisie aan of zet je radio wat harder , makker

geef het maar toe is dit nog nederland van toen, want vele van die mensen doen alsof je mening niet meer doet
Dus luister goed : de moord op theo is door iedereen gevoeld, HET SLECHTE BEELD die kan ik je nu besparen

ik kom hier om te spreken en jou te laten weten, mijn geloof betekent vrede, het leert me juist te leven
met vrede voor me mede het verleden te vergeten en me richten op het heden, voor we duiken in de mist , vergeet de duivel luister dit
heb respect voor iedereen en respecteer wat ieder is, want iedereen heeft ze geloof maar we delen geschiedenis


Riza:
EN OMDAT IK LIEVER MIX IS DIT EEN TRACK DIE DAN WAT DIEPER IS


YES-R:
Wat dieper is!


Refrein Ninthe.

Want het is actueel vandaag, Krijg ik dan morgen antwoord op mijn vraag ?
Zouden de Imam of de Rabijn over een tijd verenigd zijn? Krijg ik dan weer een rel of haat,
Als ik vertel waar het op staat. Hij of zij die heilig leeft werpt de eerste steen.


YES-R shoutouts:

Riza, Ninthe, Yes-R, Art officials, Jay op de Beat, Nicotine en het bewijs dat alle culturen hier in Nederland toch nog samen kunnen werken.


Refrein Ninthe

Want het is actueel vandaag, Krijg ik dan morgen antwoord op mijn vraag ?
Zouden de Imam of de Rabijn over een tijd verenigd zijn? Krijg ik dan weer een rel of haat,
Als ik vertel waar het op staat. Hij of zij die heilig leeft werpt de eerste steen.


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