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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

You've Gonna Walk (Don't Look Back) (Peter Tosh)

If it's love that you're running from
There is no hiding place
Just your problems, no one else's problems
You just have to face

If you just put your hand in mine
We're gonna leave all our troubles behind
Gonna walk and don't look back(2x)
(CHORUS)

Now if your first lover let you down
There's something that can be done
Don't kill your faith in love
Remembering what's become
CHORUS

Places behind you
There to remind you

Now if your first lover let you down
There's something that can be done
Gonna heal your faith in love
Remembering what's before

CHORUS

(Talking)-
How far you been walkin' now
About 100 miles
You still got some more to walk
I know, I got a little more to go
I'm gettin' kind of tired but I got to keep on walkin'
I'm walkin' barefoot
You've got to walk and don't look back

100 Blouses (Low Millions)

So dizzy
I can't close my eyes
So love sick
I wanna be with you tonight
So desperate
I think I'll hit the bars
So tired
of not having you in my arms
I'll take a friend of yours
out to dinner
Then I'll take off all her clothes
and look for you in her

100 blouses come undone
I look for you in everyone
I touch so much that I go numb
I look for you in everyone

The drugs don't work
I can't get high
But that don't mean that I won't try
Another night of absent flesh
Another night of restlessness
99 lovers to go
I may never fill the whole
98 lovers and I
still don't feel satisfied
Let everyone come
Everyone

Si Pour Vivre (Marabu)

Même, même si c'est de plus en plus noir
que les fusils ne font pas de bruit,
Et que la terre perd du terrain,
Que la moitier du monde s'ennui,
Et quand,quand l'oracle se sera tue,
Yaura juste la guerre au nouvelle
Qu'on protégera les fleur du ciel
Et seront mort ceux qui auront cru

Refrain

Si pour vivre faut etre fou
enfermer moi n'importe ou

Et si,si les enfants se font une fin
si l'eau des lac tue les poisson
Sera 100 ans si ont tiens bon sans avoir du sans sur les main
Et si,si pour aimer faut qu'on y crois je passerai ma vie avec toi
...avec toi

Refrain

si pour vivre faut etre fou
enfermer moi n'importe ou
Si pour la paix il faut la guerre
emmener moi mourrir ailleur

Si pour vivre faut etre fous enfermer moi n'importe ou
si pour la paix il faut la guerre
emmener moi mourrir ailleur

ohohohouohohohohhoohohoooohohoooo

si on confit la terre au grand
Les tueurs resteront president

si pour vivre faut etre fou
enfermer moi n'importe ou
si pour la paix il faut la guerre
emmener moi mourrir ailleur...

More News From Nowhere (Nick Cave)

I walk into the corner of my room, see my friends in high places
I don't know which is which and whom is whom, they've stolen each other's faces
Janet is there with her high-hatting hair full of bedroom feathers
Janet is known to make dead men groan in any kind of weathers
I crawl over to her, I say hey baby, I say hey Janet
You are the one, you are the sun and I'm your dutyfull planet
But she ain't down with any of that, she's heard that shit before
I say ah ha, oh yeah, you're right, cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And it's getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Now, Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome
Her hair is like the wine dark sea, on which sailors come home
I say hey baby, I say hey Betty X (I lean close up to her throat)
This light you're carrying is like a lamp, hanging from a distant boat
It is my light, said Betty X, Betty X says this light ain't yours
And so much wind blew through her words that I went rolling down the hall
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And it's getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

I turn another corner, I go down a corridor and I see this guy
He must be about 100 foot tall and he only has one eye
He asks me for my autograph, I write nobody and then
I wrap myself up in my woolly coat and blind him with my pen
Cause someone must have put something in my drink, everything getting strange looking
Half the people had turned into squealing pigs, the other half were cooking
Let me out of here, I cried, and I went pushing past
And I saw miss Polly singing with some girls, I cried strap me to the mast
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And it's getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Then a black girl with no clothes on danced across the room
We charted the progress of the planets around that boogie-wongie moon
I called her my nubian princess, I gave her some sweet-back bad-ass jive
I spent the next seven years between her legs pining for my wife
But by and by it all went wrong, I felt all washed-up on the shore
She stared down at me from up in the storm as I sobbed upon the floor
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And don't it make you feel alone
Don't it make you wanna get right-on home
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Here comes Alina with two black eyes, she's given herself a transfusion
She's filled herself with panda blood to avoid all the confusion
I said the sun rises and falls with you, and various things about love
But a rising violence in me cut all my circuits off
Well, Alina, she starts screaming, her cheeks are full of psychotropic leaves
Her extinction was nearly absolute when she turned her back on me
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And it's getting strange in here
Yeah, it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

I bumped bang crash into Deanna hanging pretty in the door frame
Alle the horrors which have befallen me, well, Deanna is to blame
Every time I see you, babe, you make me feel so all alone
And I wept my face into her dress long after she'd gone home
With more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And don't it make you feel alone
Don't it make you wanna get right back home
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Don't it make you feel so sad, don't the blood rush to your feet
To think that everything you do today, tomorrow is obsolete?
Technology and women and little children too
Don't it make you feel blue? Don't it make you feel blue?
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere
And don't it make you feel alone
Don't it make you wanna get right back home
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere

Well, I've gotta say
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Gang's All Here (Heltah Skeltah)




featuring BCC MFC

[?]
Aiyyo I been spittin this rap shit for too long
To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through songs
And best don't get it twisted
My Magnum Force practice Operation: Lockdown
And don't you clowns ever forget it
The other half'll feel my brother's wrath that we break through
And always been the type to take you there like ?Warren Staples?
Blow spots wit no glock the show stop when domes pop
You should of stayed your**home bop, you got a flow--not

[Illa Noyz]
I set it off on a mission like the Sentinel
Cuz I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin I'm merciful
I wrote a few, journals in my Nocturnal state
Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate
Too late to run and turn to Rev. Run
Some blessin the section, givin them niggas quick trips to heaven
Straight murder wit the unheard-a, lyritifical
Beneficial, that you never pursure the issue
The ninth initial, thought as to rip the bits n kibbles
I kick ass, more than a little, my rhyme riddle
Your mind's a dead veg-e-table when I hit you
Doin like I should do, bringin Noyz to my acquittal

[Steele]
Wit no discrepency, I rip MC wit no referee
Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me
Wit accuracy, I'll attack an MC
Spittin like I emptied the M-1 from the M-P
Wit no apology, unload on your property causing atrocity
At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy
After you battle me call me your majesty for mastering
The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping thing
Tackling the majority, bomb with authority
More than minority, S-T got seniority
Rhymin since Knowledge and Quality wit college degree

(Kill out to all the enemy, we killin all a dem
Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend)

[Doc Holliday]
Doc ain't nuttin but the truth, 100% when I get bent
It's possible that I'm mad, forget ? I'm blind, deaf, and mute
To all you shit poppers, put your money where your mouth at
I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip**
Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D-O-C stay shittin
Laws and lows to keep you hoes on my didick
My foes stay foes so all you jacks need to quit it
Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers come and get it
And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted

[Lidu Rock]
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state area
Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga
Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake
I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty bottles
Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle
Ghetto role models, so what the ** y'all tellin me
Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies
** sellin trees man, I smoke too much
I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch
Y'all niggas boast too much, about the shit you got
I hope the money save that**when the shit get hot
It's Lidu Rock

[Rock]
Many think I ain't got it in me, cuz I'm plenty-friendly
It could be because I'm skinny
But I'll ** you up like Henny and Remmy
?If any of trash?, we'll I'll scream "gimme"
To any who make it hard to Get Away like Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, wit a swift into your track, ?it cracks?
And creeps morse code, I'm sendin smoke signals
That's how my gats be
Tactics, I crack piece are phenomenal
Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab wreak
He'll tell ya, the boy cause straight Heltah Skeltah
I got the block sweltering and hot like your biotch when I felt her
So don't ** wit my head, got static I'm buckin you dead
I'll bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
** what you said, for y'all I got nuttin but lead-o
And stop **in askin me why Ruck cut his dreads
It's up in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at
In a jet black, Expedition fishin to get some get back

(Kill out to all our enemies, we killin all a dem
Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's enemy or friend)

[Rustee Jux]
My militant mind's impervious to submission
Maintain in the rank, glorious in this division
Killa Cartel-N-MFC in collision
The scene could get bloody, two teams wit one mission
I stomps through the crack slums of mother Medina
Push weed to stack funds for my mother Dina
Rustee Jux-man, Brooklyn mercenary
Some say it's rap, some say it's legendary
The pack that run wit me, attack wit guns swiftly
My young legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty
Cold mashin, straight blastin, steady mobbin
I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin

[Supreme]
Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom
Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson
And blow off like a handgun, hittin niggas at random
Damn son, got love for thugs singin my anthem
I amp them, spittin my raps spectacular
Forever clappin the rapper that's bitin like he Dracula
You see what happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners
I bring disaster to niggas thats claimin they done mastered the
Art, who's the next on my chart to mark
You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start
Big gram and knee low, stay on the d-low
Rollin black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O

[Tek]
Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we make it happen
You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin
Straight extorted, like an IRS audit
You never gonna bust that gun, so why you bought it?
See you came home frolic, but you show fake love
Like the Feds try to get close and lay down bugs
Try to skate but got schemed on, you had to lay
Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and PK's

[Starang]
Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of great danes
Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames
Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames
Out your**for tryin to laugh and plus play games (word up)
We ain't Connecticut, ain't even sweatin it
Pack up your bags bitch, come wit some better shit
Son them niggas probably home right now, for real regretting it
I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin it
Niggas on my dick so much I brought a saddle
We can take it to the streets(word up word up), bring your heat, battle
For your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in it
If you platinum you can drive me through Manhattan while I hit it
Everywhere I go, I let em know Starang's the shit
Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit
William H. is the name, MFC's the click
Y'all niggas takin us out?, y'all smokin the shit

(Retreat retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over
Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys, retreat Magnum Force come to take over)

[Ruck]
SEAN P., you better recognize, I be wreckin guys
**in cockroaches still breathin up your pesticides
Like D-Con, see Sean be on some shit from day one
Spray guns at funny style niggas who actin** son
Ruck made the paper, you could turn to page one
Butt-**in your chick wit a motha**in gauge son
Who said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that
For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig Mack
I read that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back
?Happen in? person cuz I'm hurtin niggas who said that
You **in wet back, smack you wit the ** med's pack
Then have ** at, the same place I park my Lex at

[Buckshot]
The last black gene, green socks
Serve the fans quick like servin fiend rock
Understand the scene is locked, when you dead bolt
Hit em in the throat, ride em like the jet black colt
Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free
And flee from his body back to the OGC
I never heard of that nigga, in the first place
I hit him in the worst place, hid the waste
Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer
So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a
Straight give a nigga guillotine shit
Heads come off the ?lean? wit one stroke
Two tokes from the mack tilly
Give a motha**er two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot from your**whippin
Nigga, why you trippin, don't start slippin now
Fool keep flippin

[Rock]
It's not over, it's not over, oh oh

[Louieville Sluggah]
Yo it was on to the next phase
Spit ink on a page, hostile rage
No sugar and sour like lemmonade
Bing came to me in a dream he said "come clean"
So I scalped and praise, I'm on my way
Gat and pick straight out the gate
When I see yo say "you back up on your duty ?"
Yo my mouth spittin arson, new shit is startin
But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon
Starv like Marv, I'm on the job
First rob and ?slug? motha**ers licked the knob
Be like that, when I clap back time
I feel it deeply, for my niggas I left behind
I rep for mine, here son feel the shine
Can't say no names, cuz all my niggas is on my mind
Yo I'm all about me sonee, hand me money
Ja Ja, and bring yo**here to poppa

[talking and threats to the end]

Cry Me A River (Julie London)

Cry Me A River
Julie London
Written by Arthur Hamilton

Peaked at #9 in 1955
Actress/singer Julie London's only charted hit, featuring Barney Kessel on guitar. She performed
this song "live" in the 1956 film "The Girl Can't Help It" which starred Jayne Mansfield and Tom
Ewell. Later covered by Janice Harper as a minor 1960 Top 100 single, and by Joe Cocker as a
1970 Top 15 rock version.


Now you say you're lonely
You cry the whole night thorough
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you

Now you say you're sorry
For bein' so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you

You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you


I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
FADE
<echo> I cried a river over you

------

Cry Me a River
Julie London

Am Dm G
C
Now you say you're lonely. You cried the whole night through
E A Am/D
Well you can cry me a river, cry me a river
F E Am
I cried a river over you
Am Dm G C
Now you say you're sorry for being so untrue
E A Am/D
Well you can cry me a river, cry me a river
F E Am
I cried a river over you
Em Am B
Bridge: You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
Em Am B
While you never shed a tear
Em Am B
Remember, I remember all the things you said
E Dm
G
Told me love was too plebian, told me you were leavin'


And now you say you love me

Well just to prove that you do

Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river

I cried a river over you


Hope this helps you some!

Lunzie
Instrumental

Repeat Bridge

Repeat 1st verse


A Cause Des Garcons (100 Proof (Aged In Soul))

Tu d�©connes on va pas te faire
Encore un plan grocacom
De quel plan tu causes?
Tu oses, câ??est toi quâ??a commenc�©,
J'abandonne.
T'es vraiment trop conne
�? pas grand chose tu d�©connes
Tu vois, lui, me trouve super bonne!


Refrain:
�? cause des gar�§ons
On met des bas nylon
On se cr�ªpe le chignon
�? cause des gar�§ons
Et du qu'en dira-t-on
On flirt sur tous les tons
�? cause des gar�§ons
On salue pour de bon
�? cause des gar�§ons


Carabine c'est le mot qui m'vient
Quand je pense �  mes copines
Et moi j'ai ma dose!
Sans �ªtre de tes doses
De chim�¨res
J'hallucine
Faut qu'on te bassine
Tout �§a pour un mec de frime
Tu d�©prime, jâ??te le laisse
Câ??est ton style


REFRAIN


Câ??est la faute des ma
Des magazines
Les Maries, Les Claires
Les Marie-Claire
Les Figues, les Macdo outre-claire
Les Femmes dâ??aujourdâ??hui et dâ??hier
Câ??est la faute des ma
Des magazines
Les Maries, Les Frances
Les Marie-France
Les femmes pratiques qui en ont pas marre
Des cosmo vogue et tout le bazar

�? cause des gar�§ons
On se presse le citron
On fond comme des gla�§ons
�? cause des gar�§ons
J'mens tu mens nous mentons
On glisse comme des savons

�? cause des gar�§ons
On se pousse pour de bon
�? cause des gar�§ons

�? cause des gar�§ons

Balumbalang (Mexicano 777)

Mexicano:
La verdadera vieja escuela respeten, Respeten

KRS-One:
Aha,aha You ain't think this was going to happen KRS-1, Puerto Rican
Warriors, Mexicano!

Mexicano:
Que es lo que hay KRS?

KRS-One:
You know what's up!

Mexicano:
Niggas don't know, better know now! DOMINGO!
Better ask some damn body

KRS-One:
Classic!, Classic!
Open up your mouth and repeat this slang
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Desde el infierno a Puerto Rico, pongan atención
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Open up your mouth and repeat this slang, Come on!
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Es el Mexicano y KRS-1 en acción
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!

KRS-One:
I've got the best way, the fresh way east way, west way
Cop any essay knowledge rein supreme I have a dream and a vision
Tell me what it means when you spit at a team and your rhyme scheme is missing
Rhyme scheme meaning structure and matter
You know the thing that makes you different from other rappers
No you don't have it
A true MC no you don't match it
If I put money in the air you'll drop the Mic just to grab it
Choose it no I can't have it
Now how many MC's must I stomp tonight
There's no comp tonight
My speech teach each his and her wrong and right
I bring the light till the dim
I was born to resight not sin
Come on y'all let's begin
Open up your mouth and repeat this slang
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Desde el infierno a Puerto Rico, pongan atención
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Open up your mouth and repeat this slang, Come on!
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Es el Mexicano y KRS-1 en acción
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!

Mexicano:
Veo sangre desbordándose por todos los lugares
En proporciones exageradas comparándose con los mares
Rompiendo caminos por manglares desconocidos y perdidos
Cuantos en el dos mil van a llorar
Porque nadie los quiere escuchar
Mucho menos soportar
Satélites que llevan y traen siempre caen siempre caen
Esa comunicación tiene que cortar entradas y salidas
Haciendo las comidas mas queridas de este ambiente
Cuantos hijos de la gran puta del dos mil van a sufrir
Por mentir que dan el grado de un MC y no es así
Cualquiera puede hablar pero es demostrar
Cuantos pueden aguantar esta presión que no para
KRS-1 escúpele la cara. Hijo de la gran Puta! Oye!
Escupido, eso es por no ser el escogido
El enemigo, su gente lo rechaza porque nunca fue querido
Corre peligro, corre peligro
Este enemigo este enemigo (repeat 2X)
Envidioso destrozo para sentir yo un gozo
Ahogándolo en un pozo
Yo no seré tan ruidoso
Si yo lo brinco lo rozo
Con estas garras de un oso
Por tu querer ser chistoso
Ahorra este gallo goloso
Te rompo el culo sin disimulo ninguno
So fatulo, KRS-1 y Mexicano son tan duro
So cabrón so chota fekero so hijo de puta
Sigue tu jodiendo para matarte en mi ruta
Open up your mouth and repeat this slang
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Desde el infierno a Puerto Rico, pongan atención
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Open up your mouth and repeat this slang, Come on!
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!
Es el Mexicano y KRS-1 en acción
Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!

Balumbalang, Balumbalumbalang!

Cholo Story (Armando Palomas)

Orale morro, puro rosario, trae tu balona,
vamos al barrio.
Orale 'ese' deje me visto, voy por tu chante
y merca un pisto.
Saco sus tablas de charol viejo, dijo a su jefa
de rato llego.
Voy por mi jaina, Claudia la guera, la muerte nunca
saca bandera.
Y por la esquina estan 3 vatos desde una ranfla,
tirando barrio.
Parate chuco, toma tu lonche y una pistola
canto esa noche.
Pachuco herido en la guarnición, fue por venganza
fue por honor.
Llego su madre desesperada, viendo que su hijo
se desangraba.
No llores jefa murio diciendo, fui vato loco al 100%
4 carnales son el carruaje, lagrimas negras
son su tatuaje.
Un vato al frente de la raza loca, con la gabacha
toca y que toca


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