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[Will] Whassup Kenny?

[Kenny] I got a serious problem man

[Will] What’s the problem?

[Kenny] Yo after all these years of rippin shit

These suckers still try to front!

[Will] But check this out we’ve been on tour

with everybody so I don’t know why they frontin

[Kenny] Everybody!

Y’all be in every party I be in every jam

I see they faces and they look at me and front

[Will] They come to every show and know we

break shit up all the time

[Kenny] You know what.. yo Kris, what’s your opinion?

[KRS-One]

Yo, I love the way I am and can’t nobody out here change me

Rearrange me, tame me, try to game me, you don’t play me

When I grab the mic then SHOCK the party spot

Your rhymes are flip-flop, I’ll rock, hip-hop

Non-stop, me nah stop rock

You CAN touch this, but you’ll get shot

Now what’s this all about? Kris and humanity

In my face you’re happy, on vinyl you’re mad at me

Yo, pro-blackness is your solution

But I don’t really know about that style you using yo

Too many Teachers in the class spoil the class

After awhile you got blabbering fucking fools

That’s worse than always talking about sex, let’s build

It ain’t enough to study Clarence 13X

The white man ain’t the devil I promise

You want to see the devil take a look at Clarence Thomas

Now you’re saying, “Who?” like you a owl

Throw in the towel, the devil is Colin Powell

You talk about being African and being black

Colin Powell’s black, but Libya he’ll attack

Libya’s in Africa, but a black man

will lead a black man, to fight against his homeland

An accomplice to the devil is a devil too

The devil is anti-human, who the hell are you?

I lecture and rap without rehearsal

I manifest as a black man but I’m universal

The capital K, small R-I-S

Capital P, small A-R, capital K, small E-R

We are, the star

Without the use of a car we go far

I build and destroy!

[Kenny] Yeah Kris, serve em man, serve em!

[Will] Yo why’re they so jealous of BDP?

[Kenny] I don’t know Will.. yo don’t get mad, get fresh man!

[Will] Word

[KRS] Don’t ever try to challenge BDP!

[Kenny] Man.. just shut the fuck up and listen!

[KRS-One]

This shit is crazy! Your remarks don’t faze me!

People have a problem with me, cause I ain’t lazy

I talk on vinyl then I act

What have you done, besides critique KRS-One?

I create organizations

Without organization, there’ll be no black nation

What the fuck are you really saying?

You ain’t a human while your music’s boomin anti-human

I’m assumin — if you ain’t human you’re a beast

The white man could be the devil all the day, that’s the least

What are you doing for yourself black man?

Trying hard to be the original man - who?

The first man, with the first tan, on the first land

with the first clan, who gives a damn???!

In history KRS is WELL advised

But it’s something that my brain won’t memorize

I don’t base my whole life on memory

I base my life on my spirit and body chemistry

Africa is the home of humanity

Which makes the African a humanist, challenge me

You gotta learn not to be so concerned

with the original man, and see the criminal man, yeah!

The now man, with the now plan, with the now tan

with the right now genocide master plan

Damn! We gotta think about stopping this

God is not any black man on the land; God is conciousness

When you understand this you’ll see Kris

Until then, you can get dissed

I’m not your prophet, messiah, minister, or savior

Chill with that ill behavior

I zero in like a laser

You’re cuttin your wrists with a razor

I got all type of flavors

Yes I am the original teacher

You gotta study the Qu’ran, Torah, Bahavaghita

The Bible, Five Baskets of Buddha Zen

And when you’ve read them shits, READ them shits again!

But watch what you’re repeatin

If you don’t know the history of the author

you don’t know what you’re reading!

Yeah I’m still the original

Leaving MC’s lyrically miserable

Their criminal syllables are minimal, show me respect BOY

Cause I build and destroy!

[Kenny] Now.. after all that

if anybody out there STILL got beef, check it out

We rip the lecture tours, we rip the beats

we rip the jams, we’ll straight up rip that ass

knowhatI’msayin Will?

[Will] Word!

[KRS] Yeah it seems they all forgot

On the mic you’ll get fucked up

In the clubs you’ll get fucked up

Anywhere Bronx Brooklyn Queens Manhattan

Jersey Japan Staten Isle.. yo anywhere you’ll get fucked up

Don’t you know we live for the battle?

I’m outta here

Yo cut that beat off

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85 Buck an Hour

on!

I’m violent j but my homies call me shit-head, but thats my homies to you im’

violent j bitch, i put my boys on a track enen though they suck

“yo dog i’m dave, and i don’t give a fuck”

i did a record deal, signed a contract, technically for island i can only rap

but fuck that wit twiztid i’ma still spit, even though i got a cold and i sound

like shit

what the fuck was that, fuck it, leave it in that shit is phat, ya heard this

beat 80 times i’ma still freak it and if ya notice my shit don’t even rhyme!

look at that, i aint even got a rap and it’s still phat, my shit went gold i

got fat nutz and ur still flyerin parking lots, ya might say, my vocals are up

too loud, so i’ma turn ‘em up louder to piss you off! Psychopathic records are

genuisses, get off our penises, here comes the chorus but i got no hook,

instead i’ll just fuck wit the phone book

(ring)

hello?

hello hairy sacks please?

hello?

Hairy hey this is slim anus down at the cannery uh, Dick Shooter left a

boulintin, something about uh, you fillin in his slot tonight down at the uh

garage, we got a casement of fudge we need as many packers as we can get uh uh

sacks.

hello?

my name is jamie madrox and i got fat balls, i’m always urinatin in the motel

halls, i got a big head the never fits a hat, so you aint see me wearin a damn

thing green bitch i’m far from rich i got a hooptie, with a smash in the fender

and in the back tube, i got a broken tail light and i’ll smash you bitch get

outta my way we got clown love phat props to the lyrical Tom Dub

it’s the O, N-O and i can’t even spell the rest, it takes too long and i need

a fucking cigarette, i can’t hear my right ear’s mad wack so shut the fuck and

listen or get an ass kickin, i slap hoes and call ‘em bitches to their face,

and scream to “fuck off bitch! Twiztid in the place” so back up recognize and

check nuts, cuz simply my dear i don’t give a fuck!!

(ring)

Psychopathic…

yo this Mo Styles in the peace wussup son?

hello?

hey wussup son i’m looking for this deal ya know what i’m sayin i got raps ta

bust for yall, yall ready for Mo Styles i’m i’m bout kick this flow you rady

for this shit or what?

who’s this?

i’m Mo Styles straight from the hood i got all my peoples on 1800 and Crenshaw

we coming hard

(bring it bring it bring it bring it!)

My names 2 dope and sometimes shaggy, sometimes shaggs and sometimes gweedy i

gets mad stupid i gets mad ill and i done it all fine fuck i do the spill

strech my nuts back like a slingshot and plant ‘em in ur mouth stretch my hip

like elvis wigglin my pelvis, last kid that stepped i applied the kama punched

stretched it back like a mutha fuckin bungy jumper WAIT!!

i’m violent j back to make ya smile more, i let my nut sack drag on the tile

floor, i kick free-styles for miles my gold comes in piles, i worked on Bell

Isle, i picked up deer shit, and i now i spit raps, i snap ya neck, cuz my

freestyles are fresh…

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And if you wanna make love till you see morning light

It’s the rhythm of my love, oh yeah, the rhythm of love

It’s the rhythm of my love, oh yeah, the rhythm of love

Ooh we explode on emotional overload

When I come down you get high

Together we could fly

Yo, when it gets real rough

You still can’t get enough

No, come at me to do

The things you want me to

Full acceleration to the point of elevation

We were tied above to the rhythm of a love

Nobody can stop us and nobody can drop us

Yo, 1 2 3 4 we got the rhythm!

Yeah check it out

Hey can’t you feel it

You can’t take my beat and steal it

Issue me, the one and only

Believe me I’m no phony

Yo when I come down

Your mind stop spinning round

You and your soul under my control

Full acceleration to the point of elevation

We were tied above to the rhythm of a love

Nobody can stop us and nobody can drop us

Yo, 1 2 3 4 we got the rhythm!

We got the rhythm (3x)

We got got the rhythm

We got the rhythm

We got got the rhythm

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ooh yeah hea

I got the Rythm

And if you feel the need to make love till the end of night

And if You wanna make love till you see morning light

It’s the rhythm of my love, the rhythm, oh yeah, the rhythm,

The rhythm of love

It’s the rhythm of my love, the rhythm, oh yeah, the rhythm,

The rhythm of love

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yeah eah eahah haha

One Love, en la pesadilla.

Yo soy un one love

Hasta que muera, hasta que muera

Yo soy un one love, hasta que muera.

Cuando ya ya me abunden

Y me mande al lado de las nubes

Como un angel

donde no haiga envidia, ni rencores

Y todo el mundo viva sin temores.

Yo te pido seqor que me des el valor

De poder levantarme cuando halla dolor

No me desampares cuando haiga frio

Es todo lo que te pido a ti dios mio.

Que la luz que tu das no se apage jamas

Ilumina a mi rumbo a alejar Satanas

Tu eres mi paz, tu eres mi…

Yo soy un one love

Hasta que muera, hasta que muera

Yo soy un leon hasta que muera.

Y cuando ya me llamen

Y me manden al cielo con las nubes

Como un angel

Donde no haiga envidia, ni rencores

Y todo el mundo viva sin temores.

Yo soy un “One Love”

Se me acabo, la lirica

El lo escribio, el frio.

(Scatting)

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Nah motherfucker

Ge-ge-geah-geah

Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah

Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Beanie Sigel]

We be the R,O,C .. y’all get your dope from us

We runs the R,O,C.. yeah, keep up niggaz, c’mon

Aiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthin

Like you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthin

Like you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthin

nigga your body duckin is nuthin you’re bluffin

You niggaz talk shit like you draw quick

but when the 4’s grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshit

Your man bullshit? Might get him four quick

All up in his fore shit; c’mon, stop the bullshit

It’s B Sig dog, straight in da league y’all

Straight out da school yard Hoover, I schooled y’all

Now school’s out, lights out tools out

You fools out c’mon y’all pick a new route

while I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho’

to get next to your new dough

Your new crack spot you know Mac steal crack to crack pot

niggaz know I spit on every track hot

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

It’s the R, O, C, stop

From Tower to ma’n'pop we move out the stop

R,O,C, stop

We shower your mom block and move out with glocks

[Memphis Bleek]

Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G’s

Yo yo

Aiyyo, this for my G’s, hoes, gangstas, foes

niggaz who get dough rep for get lo

I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)

eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight

I’m hot son

[Beans] Stop son they livin a lie duke

You plot son I pop one still in the sky duke

M to the A to the R-C-Y duke

niggaz die here can’t nothin revive you

I’m still here niggaz see what I drive through

Sittin on dubs with screens inside too

I’m simply street, I’m Memphis Bleek

Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep

On, B-L-A-D’s I get C-L-A-P’s

Catch me not givin a fuck I’m on these LA Trees

One for Sigel Sigel, two for the Jigga and

Three for Amil-lion and four for Memph Man

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

Aiyyo you shouldn’t have been talkin that like you was walkin that

And Mac with this mac ..

and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at

Where your apartment at

You fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often at

or where you be.. creepin at

Where your birds be.. shh

Oops mean (chirpin at) damn I’m hurtin that

Workin that spittin that shit like that’s on purpose

That’s, some freestyle shit, I don’t know

Hey playboy take that back a bit

Yo you shouldn’t have been talkin that like you was walkin that

and Mac with this mac ..

and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at

Where your apartment at

You fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often at

or where you be.. creepin at, sleepin at

Where your birds be, cheepin at

Oops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin that

Hurtin that, aiyyo playboy (?) that

[Chorus]

[Outro]

R,O,C, stop

R,O,C.. mom block and move out with glocks

Uhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uh

Uh-huh-uh-uh, y’all can’t fuck with us

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y’all can’t fuck with us

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y’all can’t fuck with us

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y’all can’t fuck with us {*fades out*}

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Josefa Mata

Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, Llorando como yo la pluma

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, de los pjaros del monte

Josefa Mata

Ay, Yo quisiera ser canario

Josefa Mata

Ay, para cantar contigo

Josefa Mata

Ay, En los montes solitario’

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Anda, Ay, Huy, Juepa !!!

Ay, de los pjaros del monte

Josefa Mata

Ay, yo quisiera ser el torche

Josefa Mata

Ay, para conversar contigo

Josefa Mata

Ay, en las horas de la noche

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, llorando como yo la pluma

Josefa Mata

Ay, llorando como yo la pluma

Josefa Mata

Oye, Oyelo, Juepa, Je, Huy !!!!

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, este nueve que me toca

Josefa Mata

Ay, de decirle a Filomena

Josefa Mata

Ay, me componga la ropa

Josefa Mata

Ay, que me voy pa’ Cartagena

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

Josefa Mata

Ay, Le, Le, Le, Le-La

(Carlos G. Coronell C., 1997)

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