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Da Mystery Of Chessboxin' (Wu-Tang Clan)




The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Wu style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

Verse One: U-God

Raw imma give it to ya, with no trivia
raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
my hip hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Verse Two: Inspector Deck

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contesting
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
a man vexed, is what the projects made me
rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
steamrollin niggas with the eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef

Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
bald heads, braids, blow this hook
we got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
black axe, drug dealin'styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eatin beef
straight up and down don't even bother
I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers

Chorus: Method Man

My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
my peoples are you with me where you at?
Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats

Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard

Here I go, deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
Cherry bombin' shits...BOOM
just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
rappinin is what's happenin
keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
at the party when I move my body
gotta get up, and be somebody
grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
sure enough when I rock that stuff
huff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
comin raw style, hardcore
niggas be comin to the hip-hop store
comin to buy grocery from me
tryin to be a hip-hop MC
the law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
you must bring the Ol Dirty Bastard type slang
represent the Gza, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan, Inspecta Deck
dirty hoe gettin low wit his flow
introducin' the Ghostface Killer
no one could get illa

Chorus

Verse Five: Ghost Face Killer

Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
on the mic while you was kickin that fast shit
you renegged tried again, and got blasted
half mastered**style mad ruff task
when I struck I had on Tims and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs
so grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
niggas is jettin I'm lickin off son

[Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!]

Verse Six: Master Killer

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha
we have an APB on an MC Killer
look like the work of a Master
evidence indicates that's it's stature
merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
the flow changes like a chameleon
plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
this technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
you scream, as it enters your bloodstream
erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
movin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure ANY MOTHA**IN CONTENDER

Chorus

Gordon's Gardenparty (The Cardigans)

Words: Persson, Svensson
Music: Svensson

You in brown checked suit
said my dress was very cute
I found you found me
dancing in this melody
Heavenly!

We were swinging on so nice
bubbly pink champagne on ice
Nancy, Jacques Closeau and Claire
I believe they all were there
Having the time of their lives

You had Rose's lime
mixed with vodka, I had wine
People having fun
cocktails in the evening sun
Give me one!

We were swinging on so nice
bubbly pink champagne on ice
Nancy, Jacques Closeau and Claire
I believe they all were there
Having the time of their lives

La la la do de do de do

Vocab (Hip-Hop Remix) * (The Fugees)




* originally avail. on the Vocab 12"

Intro: Lauryn Hill

Yo, this is the Fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the Booka basement
The basement, word
Uhh

Hey yo, one two three! The crew is called Re-Fu-Ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld

Verse One: Lauryn Hill

Hey yo I, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know me
I keep a wrap about me while I'm driving daddy's Audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But I be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the EQ
The devil's wishin they could send me back to Mogadishu
Cause I've been wild since I was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so I ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
pray tell me when's the revolution will begin?
I turn on my TV I check out Farrakhan on CNN see
I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus I come from the suburbs
Word to God, I heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the boulevard

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(On the real got the vocab) You know we got the vocab
(All my peeps got the vocab) Yeah, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Praz, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Two: Prazwell

Then cast off from here to Mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my Celo
And when I rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills I manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask Freres Ja-cques
Mmmm, Freres Jacques, Freres Jacques
A dorme vous? A dorme vous?
WATCH OUT NOW! When I choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly East to the Five Percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how Fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
DJ, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh

[Prazwell]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(The click's got the vocab) You know they got vocab
(Brooklyn got the vocab) We got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo Clef grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Verse Three: Wyclef

Check it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE
Kill the gimmick
It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
a rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"... and...
Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party but
my jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
Say Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the Fu got the Manchu, Chaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
from be-bop to bee-bee

[Lauryn Hill]

(You got the vocab) I got the vocab
(Boogie Down got the vocab) You know they got the vocab
(Black people got the vocab) Word, we got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(You got the vocab) Yeahh, we got the vocab
(Queens got the vocab) You know y'all got the vocab
(Uptown got the vocab) Yeahh, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

(DC got the vocab) Word, y'all got the vocab
(Virginia got the vocab) Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab
(Oakland got the vocab) Word, they got the vocab
[Lauryn] Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab

Blood On Your Hands (Killing Joke)

When the summer fails us
And the rains it rains so hard oh...
And when the rivers overflow
And a wave runs over Prague oh...
Poison the waters so that only G.M. crops grow

Five corporations earn more than forty-six nations
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
Corruption at the highest levels
Man made hell and a man made devil

You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands

Behind a coat of arms the jewels of gilded lies know
The crown prepare the sacrifice
And she prepares to die oh...
Radiant and beautiful, she's taken in her prime oh...
Oh executioner atone for all your crimes now

Send horrors through your soul
And when it happens then you'll know
Send horrors through your soul
And when it happens then you'll know

Five corporations earn more than forty-six nations
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
Corruption at the highest levels
Man made hell and a man made devil

You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands

Rulers seek the fossil fuel
As the poor still eat their stools oh...
And watch the thunder flash
Unleashed for oil and gas oh...

Send horrors through your soul
And when it happens then you'll know
Send horrors through your soul
And when it happens then you'll know

Five corporations earn more than forty-six nations
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
Corruption at the highest levels
Man made hell and a man made devil

You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
Jacques De Molay turns in his grave
As Cecil Rhodes rides out again

You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands
You've got blood on your hands

The Curse Of Jacques (Grave Digger)

[1] You say that we sold our soul to the devil, that we're out of control
Your torture my brothers, torture my sisters, kill all friends
You say that we worship a god, like a cat, a devil in disguise
You execute my family, steal their breath, and burn them till death

I'm burning, I'm dying,
I'm burning, I'm dying,
Oh Lord, won't you help me
I'm burning, I'm dying,

When I feel my end is near
When I feel the reaper's here
Crackling fire I can hear

When I feel my end is near
When I feel the reaper's here
I watch the demons
Dancing round my tears

[2] I'm innocent - it's not true I never prayed
We will all be treated the same way at Doomsday
I curse Pope and King - you won't make it another year
The Last Judgement will decide who was wrong or who was right

Living In Stereo (Chilliwack)

Well I hear what you're saying?But I don't know what you mean?It's like stereo?I can tell that you're talking?But my head just isn't working?I'm in stereo
Everything is funny like I'm sitting on the bottom of the sea?Don't know if I like it or if someone ought to come and rescue me
Like alot of other people?When the going's getting tough?I go stereo?Part of me can take it?But the rest is backing off?And I'm in stereo
Floating out of reach of everybody - everything is moving slow?It's an underwater movie?Like the rapture of the deep and Jacques Cousteau
It's alright - it's ok - I don't mind?Now you've walked right into my little world?You can stay we'll be fine we'll be fine we'll be fine?We'll be ok

Im Nebel Der Geschichte (Die Firma)

ich steh im wandel der zeit halt raps bereit
für den alles entscheidenden fight zwischen licht und dunkelheit
wir stehen im nebel der geschichte wo schachspieler
ihr werk verrichten beweise vernichten bevor sie sich verdichten
denn ein jeder hat interessen die geschützt werden
wer kontrolliert die erde nur der glaube versetzt berge
ich frag nach wo die meisten schweigen fragen
die die kirche vermeidet selbst der mann der das höchste amt bekleidet
judas von ischariot gebrandtmarkt als verräter
war zelot soldat und messerwerfer
sowie simon und jesus sagte "bringt eure schwerter"
freiheitskämpfer unter den jüngern ihr starrt mit offenen mündern
wollte jesus die revolution bedrohte er die eindringlinge
aus rom fürchtete man seine saat und seinen sohn
denn jesus war rabbi und folglich ehemann
maria magdalena die aus der bibel fast verschwand
die apokryphen wiegen schwer die schriftrollen vom toten meer
geben mehr her als der kirche jemals recht wär
pflegte jesus umgang mit der gemeinde von quumran
als er in der wüste verschwand gebrauch deinen verstand
und lies zwischen den zeilen könige und priester in einem
jesus war umringt von feinden und anhängern aus jüdischen gemeinden
das politische klima zu heiss um es zu berühren
und er begann den tempel zu stürmen

[Chorus]
ich grab tief unter den tempeln jerusalems
ich will die welt verstehen und der wahrheit in die augen sehen
ich glaube also bin ich
ich greif nach dem licht

starb jesus oder starb barabbas besaß jesus zuviel politische macht
gab es einen pakt vor der gefangenschaft
symbolisiert das blut im gral seine nachfahren
sind sie mit josef von arimathea nach europa gefahren
so viel wird verschwiegen geistliche intrigen
religion ist krieg in kriegen zählt nur siegen
paulus mißverstand erfuhr das meiste nur aus zweiter hand
setzte mit der lehre des göttlichen messiahs die welt in brand
das gelobte land sah den einzug der christen
die das kreuz auf fahnen hissten moslems und juden von schwertern zerissen
tiere die blut wittern die schatzkammern sind nicht mehr sicher
doch nichts ist so umstritten wie das schicksal der tempelritter
über neun jahre verbrachten sie
in jerusalem um ein geheimnis auszugraben
dokumente über jesus sohn unter dem tempel salomons
schriften aus ägypten und über jesus als historische person
ein orden der die erste bank europas werden sollte
und noch immer ist unklar was er wirklich wollte
denn am freitag den 13.10.1307
wurden fast alle templer dieser welt zusammengetrieben
und jacques demolay starb in den flammen der inquisition
mit dem wissen um einen nachfolger für davids thron
die kirche schweigt kennt man heute noch die wahrheit
ihr lenkt die zukunft weil ihr menschen seid

[Chorus]

wissen ist macht und wer das wissen besitzt sichert sich
den höchsten sitz und schweigt besser solang er sicher ist
assassini geschult zu killerteams
wollten bank und vatikan in den 80ern das grosse ding durchziehen
wie erklärt sich roberto calvis tod
der als kopf der banco ambrosiano über die finanzen gebot
und mit aussagen drohte wurde papst johannes paul der erste ermordet
und von wem wurde es dann angeordnet
ich denk bloß nach ich mach mir nur gedanken
sei es die kirche die regierung die verbindungen zu banken
irgendwo dort liegt die antwort vergraben
warum erst gestern wieder menschen für ihren glauben starben

Get This Low (Jedi Mind Tricks)

[Chorus: samples]
"I'ma get deep like Jacques Cousteau"
"Jacques Cousteau could never get this low, ahh" - ODB (3X)
"And I'ma get mad deep like a threat!" - GZA

[Verse 1]
No where to go and I be flowing, try to flow and then before
Back in the day when I was cool, I couldn't afford to be a guru
On ya case like your lawyer, think you run, you mistaken
Put all records to the side, and it's ya face I'm **in' breaking
Awaken and await, and take the shit like amoebas
I'm rollin' with stowin' Tim, gas rack, that's where the heaters
We just wreckin', what the ** was you expectin' from a minor
Put a bullet through ya chest, and see who next to rap behind ya
Straight up and down, y'all a sermon and blew it
I half niggaz wildin', as if they smokin' a gallon of embalmin' fluid
Drillin' and wanna be fit, like something shrimp on the barbie
I do my dirt up in Philly, chill in the hills, where other gods guard me
Thinkin' that's going thru my hood, like I chew it
Comin' in with this other pussy, I smoke ya then rejuice ya
Crucify ya, I **in' rhyme ya, now I'ma **in' shoot ya
My bone is hard as stone, cause I got blowjob from Medusa

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
The beat addict, I'm crushin' MC's who cause static
Pen tips the pad, I touch stars in the attic
The dopest that wrote this, when suckas provoke this
Now it's the time for perpetrators to quote this
Rhyme that I wrote for heads to get loose to
I blow up spots like snots in a tissue
I dissed you, dismissed, but suckas persist to
Bite my flow, so now you know --
That when I rip up a set, I get mad deep
Don't sleep, or you and ya whole crew can get beat
As I'm waxin', taxin', a dope reaction
Bitches who front, get reduced like fractions
So ya mother**in' flex to vex, whose next in line
To recline, and steal my lines, so check it
Now the man ya facin', ya rhymes I'm erasin'
If you drip or get slipped, I convict like Perry Mason

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Meet ya makers, ya fakers and immitators
I'm greater cause I do my best work on paper
Mad raps, raps the disaster from the masters
Snatchin' up rappers, and takin' out actors
He can test, skippin' yet, don't pass the limit
You finished, so save the Die Hard image for Bruce Willis
Ya raps are a joke, but I put dope from start
Transform with the art, rippin' ya **in' mics apart
This is the rawest of words of you ever heard
My rap style superb, gettin' nursed in the curb
It can't compete with the man when I freak it
The crew will get beat quick, so stay in ya seat bitch
Rhymes I wreck or perfect, and correct lyrically
Too complex, who ya punks to step
Yo, I be rhymin' hits whenever it's time to flip quick
A writer's block non-stop, and I'ma get --

[Chorus]

Nek' Te Telo Nosi (Van Gogh)

Ja veceras ovde bicu samo vas domacin
iza mene su gospoda koja gruvaju zacin
budite mi veseli i igrajte bosi
jer kad krene ovaj ritam, neka telo nosi

Ref. 2x
Nocas mi smo tu zbog vas
da na svaki vas huk mi pravimo zvuk
mi smo tu da tresemo grad
i zato nemoj da stanete, nemoj da stanete


Ja nisam superstar, a ni dovoljno mlad
digni me, digni me
al' mi nikad nije bilo bolje nego sad
digni me, digni me

Kad zajedno sa vama dizemo ruke
digni me, digni me
mi putujemo muzikom od luke do luke
digni me, digni me

Skinite se goli, ma nista to ne boli
neka glave lude cuju nas glas
kako super ce da bude

Ref. 2x

Ref. 2x

Brimful Of Asha (Cornershop)

There's dancing
Behind movie scenes
Behind the movie scenes
Sadi Rani
She's the one that keeps the dream alive
from the morning
past the evening
to the end of the light
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
And dancing
Behind movie scenes
Behind those movie scenes
Asha Bhosle
She's the one that keeps the dream alive
from the morning
past the evening
to the end of the light
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
And singing
illuminate thee main streets
And the cinema aisles
We don't care bout no
Gov't warnings,
'bout their promotion of a simple life
And the dams they're building
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Mine's on the 45
Mohamed Rufhi-45
Lata Mangeshkar-45
Solid state radio-45
Fer-guh-son mono-45
Bonn publeek-45
Jacques Dutronc and the Bolan Boogie, the Heavy
Hitters and the Chichi music
All India Radio-45
Two in ones-45
Argo Records-45
Trojan Records-45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
77,000-piece
Orchestra set
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Mine's on the RPM!!


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