Shaggy 2 Dope]
If I was new around here and hittin' on your daughter
And took her to the creek and **ed her in the water
Then she brought me home, and I put on your robe
Would you be mad enough to let your barrels explode?
If I, sold your son cocaine,
Would you, put a bullet in my brain?
If I, I stole your favorite your favorite cow,
Would you cock the hammer back and be like POW!
I BET YOU WOULD!
I think I like it here, okay I'll stay (It fits me!)
I think I like it here, I'm moving in today! (Come and get me!)
I think I like it here, okay I'll stay (It fits me!)
I think I like it here, I'm moving in today! (Come and get me!)
You daughter, she just had ** with me (I **ed that girl)
I fed her, some drink and extacy
If I don't steal your cow, would you let me live in your barn?
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I don't have a problem with small town folk
I like y'all, as soon as I flip this dope
I'mma open a tittie bar next to the school
I'm glad we all neighbors, I mean, it's cool!
If I showed up at your church, drunk out my mind
Would you still let me sip up on that red wine?
If we, we played your shitty town,
Would you help me and pass these fliers 'round?
I think I like it here, okay I'll stay (It fits me!)
I think I like it here, I'm moving in today! (Come and get me!)
I think I like it here, okay I'll stay (It fits me!)
I think I like it here, I'm moving in today! (Come and get me!)
[Violent J]
Southern love baby, don't doubt
Don't let my records fool you, I'm about it
I love fat rednecks who ** they kids, beat they wife and yet serve no bids
Only judge in town, he also the cop
He also the barber at the hair chop shop
He the mayor, clerk
And what I'm speakin', shit, he the one **in' his kids and wife beatin'
There ain't no law gonna punish himself
And that's why the carnival's bad for ya' health
When we get there, we gonna get rid of ya'
They gonna find a piece of ya' head in Bolivia
I'll lay you out front with your corpse to rest and a hatchetman flag
Stickin' outta ya chest
Say hello to the new sheriff Violent J. with one law, let there be
Juggaloism all day!
I think I like it here, okay I'll stay (It fits me!)
I think I like it here, I'm moving in today! (Come and get me!)
I think I like it here, okay I'll stay (It fits me!)
I think I like it here, I'm moving in today! (Come and get me!)
I think I like it here, okay I'll stay (It fits me!)
I think I like it here, I'm moving in today! (Come and get me!)
I think I like it here, okay I'll stay (It fits me!)
I think I like it here, I'm moving in today! (Come and get me!)
I think I like it
** it, I'm staying
Right here, I like it!
Hey! I like it! Yeah!
Sacrifice (The Roots)
[Black Thought]
Listen, I got you phobic offa this like arachnid
Drastic, it ain't plastic, it's just Pro black-ness
Grown man tactics no pediatrics
The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous
The catalyst. Thought with the knack of splashin
I'm dashin, I mastered the craft of mashin
The level-headed thoroughbred the females passion
Magnetic attraction be keeping em askin
The crews in the Cadillac, the Pendergrassin
Swerve half-** won't come near crashin
But if I go to Heaven would you know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog , that's what's happenin
My spit take critical political action
The hustle is a puzzle, each piece is a fraction
And every word that's understood is a transaction
I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
Rep Philly set
From Bolivia to Boulder
Paris, France to Tip and Thai Yoga
How we gon' make it through the dark?
I'll show ya..
Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes before you smile you've got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high
Listen, yo kick off ya shoes, jump off the jock
I fly higher than them dudes from off ya block
My name Black, the style is unorthodox
It tap chins wit ya mens who you thought could box
A couple people wanted Thought to stop
but guess what?
My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
Now next time greedy stop being such a glut
I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts
We up close on em with toast but no crust
It's fructose on em they froze and won't bust
Choke on your face you jewels is lacklustre
Gotta put it to ya straight
y'all fools is jacked up
Came close to the utmost but no cogar
Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
The number one runner with the number one drummer
Grammy award-winning it's the world's eight wonder
Come on!
Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes you gotta smile before you cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high
Yo, your first impression might be I'm a asshole
Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
Or try to suntouch and put the heat in a capsule
Dog I'm far deeper than that though,
I get in the zone, recognise I'm a rolling stone
No time to lollygag or lounge with scallywags
Gimme the disc or I'll put it where your body at
Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks
With no apology, fraud or tricknology
Just trust what I see and I say and follow me
My way, I be the open book, look inside me
The star of the story that the grooveteller guide me
Through all the dark times part of the business
The light be contingent on small forensics
My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
It's true so the true gon' sense it
I get in the zone
Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes you gotta smile before you cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high
Rebelde De Hoi! Dia (The Casualties)
Soy rebelde de las calles muy pobre
soy rebelde lo ves en mi boca
soy rebelde tatuajes en mis brazos
soy rebelde las botas que llevo
con la barra los domingos a cantar
con presion y apoyo vamos a ganar
Soy rebelde la manera que hablo
Soy rebelde siempre peliando
Soy rebelde siempre tomando
Soy rebelde siempre cantando
si eres de argentina, chile, bolivia o ecuador
paraguay o venezuela, uruguay o mexico
españa, peru, honduras, colombia, panama
costa rica, nicaragua, el salvador, cuba
Si eres rebelde juntate a mi gente
si eres rebelde en la linea del frente
si eres rebelde grita conmigo
si eres rebelde canta conmigo
No lo olviden Puerto Rico, Dominicanos
Guatemala y los latinos, todo el mundo
este disco canto es con todo el amor
a los latinos que les gusta el punk!
Viva el punk!
canta el punk!
Conversación Con Noam Chomsky (Habeas Corpus)
En Argelia se empezó por demostrar que
en ningún caso un cuarto de hora puede
superar los quince minutos. Sen entiende entonces
la celeridad de la justicia norteamericana por
condenar a muerte en la u.c.a. a los seis jesuitas.
No debí ser entonces tanta la confianza en
dios, y mucho menos en el salvador. Conscientes de
que una victoria tardía hipoteca menos
tarde o más temprano el futuro político.
Lo ideal exige que la sentencia se dicte en casa
y se ejecute en la trastienda.
What do you do? what do you say, Noam Chomsky?
para evitar la amenaza que supone todo buen ejemplo,
los marines se apresuraron a invadir indochina,
después de que la CIA descubriese la intención
de Ho Chi Minn de desembarcar en una playa de
california a los remos de su canoa. Idénticas
razones se le adivinaban a los sandinistas en la frontera
de Texas. Por eso, y porque en esta ocasión
Granada era una plaza más en la reconquista, el
departamento de estado se apresuró en poner en
práctica la teoría de la manzana podrida.
What do you do? what do you say, Noam Chomsky?
que el poder jamás se ha movido en dirección
a la esperanza, lo demuestra el hecho de que durante
años, parte de los beneficios provenientes del
tráfico de drogas en Estados Unidos estuviese
destinado a la financiación de la contra en
Nicaragua. Nadie duda entonces de la capacidad de
la administración a la hora de exportar
narcodemocracia a toda centroamérica.
What do you do? what do you say, Noam Chomsky?
parecía entonces conveniente que la United
Fruit Company ocupase el sillón presidencial
en Costa Rica, como parte de lo que desde la
'escuela de las Américas' se había
convenido en llamar doctrinas de seguridad
nacional. Algo que el pentágono iba a
saber trasladar a cada una de sus cinco aristas:
Uruguay, Paraguay, Brasil, Bolivia y Argentina.
What do you do? what do you say, Noam Chomsky?
Doctrina Reagan, doctrina Monroe, doctrina Truman,
dorctrina Nixon, doctrina Carter, doctrina Johnson,
doctrina Bush, doctrina Clinton, doctrina Kennedy,
doctrina Washington, doctrina dollar, efecto dominó.
National Anthem (Sir Mix-A-Lot)
Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background
Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland
Oliver North receives community service hours
for selling weapons to known terrorists
Tawana was brutally raped but two fools said she did it to herself
A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of this song
Think about it AMERICA!
Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot
I'm living like hell in a world of death
Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests
Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box called the ghetto we shout
Headin for the strip cuz the squares ain't hip
Sell a couple keys, make the home boys trip
The president is a dope man's friend
The governments strong but the dope got in
Punish the accused, but the trial was short
A black man's dogged in a all white court
The jury dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
They said intelligence never makes miscues
The thirty-first was a day of death
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the rest
No negotions with a terrorist force
But Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver North
The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone
The burning of the flag in Iran goes on
Anti-American, we're loved by few
We pay big money to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
Ollie took orders from the number one man
But the crap hit the fan and superiors ran
Democrats tripped, the committee said can em
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones with clout
I was mad at the world cause I felt left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid
I realize I'm a modern day slave
Posse downtown, the sight was set
I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag
People walk by, laughin at poverty
I looked in her face and I soon saw me
College educated, but she can't get a job
The american dream once again got robbed
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a shame
Fight for the man, and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it
My national anthem
My national anthem
You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians
Verse Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I won't say
But the dope gets in, uncut like P-Funk
Headin over borders in a scent-free trunk
Coffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff it
Remember that lady that was broke, she's widdit
Started with a key, clocked 17 G's
Then got another shipment, pure D
Headin for Brumlen, the money was betta
Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you this
The people that laugh are the people that knows
Her community complained, callin the police
But where was the community when she was in the street
Dope's comin in, it's killin em at random
And I'm ashamed of my national anthem
My national anthem
My national anthem
My national anthem
I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Manifiesto (Nach)
Mi padre es el sol, mi madre la luna
mi hermano es el viento y el planeta tierra mi cuna
mis unicos hijos son las frases que me invento
y mi mayor regalo es vivir este momento
en el que siento que callar es un pecado capital
en la capital del pecado me quieren decapitar
y aunque quisiera criar a mis hijos en un cuento de hadas
s que el mundo se acaba y no les quedara nada.
Seran ratas si la cloacka les maltratara
la ciudad clavara su aguja y nadie aplacara
el odio que les empuja, no abra nada solo brujas
mientras los nios ricos viajaran en su burbuja
de lujo, de arrogancia infalible
yo vengo de un lugar donde decian que triunfar era imposible
Nach otro juglar en la jungla jugando a ser libre
Nach otro juglar jugando a juzgar al que juzga inpacible
Y esos mcs tan increibles cuando escriben
no, no hacen ciencia, no describen lo que viven
solo calcan actitudes de alguien que quieren ser
mientras mi mente representa poder como Uri Geller
capaz de ver el castigo, en la traicion de un amigo
os digo que hay fuera hijos de puta solo miran su ombligo
bordes que corren sobre un borde constantemente
haciendo que engorden sus cuentas corrientes
poniendo su mueca mas seria e indiferente
al ver que el indigente sangra su miseria en la cera de enfrente
ya no me asombro de ver a los mismos
revolviendo escombros, deseo llevar su orgullo a hombros
luchando contra el sistema que os corrompe
viendo que idiotas sin nombre solo hablan mierda y se esconden
en la calle donde nios de ojos rojos fuman verde en callejones
siempre metiendose en marrones,
su materia gris en blanco un futuro negro augura
mientras la lluvia purpura ahoga sus ilusiones.
Yo me mire al espejo con los ojos de quien me odia
y me senti euforico porque todo es psicologico
en este zoologico de buitres y cammellos
de perros hambrientos esperando el momento de morder mi cuello
pero no por ello callo, ni me rayo, ni huyo
el murmullo de un listillo no me destruyo
solo me instruyo en lo cierto
como que la ciencia demuestra que Dios ha muerto
cierto como el fuego abierto en Gaza y Cisjordania
cierto como ver mi fe moviendo tu montaa sacandola de Espaa
Aqui es donde est mi reino
yo tambien quiero un trono y quien no?
Tus hijos no van a clases porque escuchan rap
no hay porque preocuparse tus hijos escuchan rap porque tienen clase
hacen suyo nuestro ardor se burlan de lo snop
no son robots, victimas del complot de la super pop
y toda esa mierda fashion victim
niatas que maana mataran por hacerse un lifting
Esa es la educacion que dais me desespera
lo plasmo en un papel o me lo tomo con humor como Dave Chappelle
chap mas de una boca aunque callar tambien es gratis eh
en la ciudad muchos me ven como a un iluminaty
con otros nivelacion es la de un yanki y un iraki
la vida es asi, y yo hasta el fin tranki
tu contra (mi?) como boleros de machn, triste
tu destino es el que tu elejiste
Y puestos a reflexionar sobre la vida menos mal
mira! mira al final es para todos igual
es el ciclo vital de un hombre
la muerte como cima y cumbre, y no hay milagros
siento que el camino es largo
con el corazon de piedra me visto y salgo
cabalgo otro dia mas entre guepardos y comadrejas
y aunque me diga mi vieja que no hay queja
yo tambien quiero un chalet de lujo en la moraleja
y conducir un cadillac pero soy feliz con este anorak panama jack
sin mas hndicap que subirme a un track
y escupir mis realidades
para ti son debilidades para mi sensibilidades
me llenan, fiel a mi lema
ganar dinero del sistema haciendo musica contra el sistema
Sin mas armas que mis dientes mi voz es un kalashnikov
un cctel molotov desde el altavoz potente
con el liquido al ignorante, lo liquido intelectualmente
la fuerza bruta me repugna se la dejo al nazi
o al cani que resuelve cualquier pugna de la forma facil
te queda claro yo vengo sin un plan
soy un poeta hecho soldado
y solo s que la mezcla es napalm!
tu sueas con ser don juan derrochar champagne
yo prefiero ver a quien no tiene y darle pan man
soador y dramaturgo, zurdo
prestidigitador del sentido absurdo
de la vida, la mia melancolica,
dicen que unica, condenado a asumir que soy persona publica
y mi rubrica en pedazos
soy mas de abrazos que de autgrafos
mas de parrafos que de fotografos
y aunque los tortazos de la vida, este es mi elixir
existir es sentir, aqui sentir es escribir
y s que el unico secreto es que no hay secretos
solo respeto por el rap antes de usar un chndal ecko
Yo tengo coleguis que te follan si improvisan,
aunque vistan levis y camisa,
conocen cada grupo, cada skit,
desde antes del rap in Madrid
y t no sabes ni quien es Madlib
keep it real es la premisa
aunque keep it real contigo mismo quiza sea mas precisa
Pisa las huellas de este nomada nada me doma
si nada perdona el fallo en babilon marchare a (Sayon)
aunque nadie me recuerde
ni esta ciudad que muerde y devora el verde
Suburbia y sus horizontes, edificios mastodontes
devoran los prados, los parques, los montes
y que nos queda? charcos de asfalto, infartos,
demasiado barullo en este trullo
salto y me escabullo, huyo entre la masa annima
esos que se tragan su orgullo para despues cobrar la nmina
no hay droga mas dura para mi que un escenario
ni hay meteoritos que extingan al dinosaurio
Me refiero al que suscribe, al que escribe
al que revive cada noche en tu reproductor de audio
tu ghetto blaster tras tanto mensaje gangster
tanto lastre quien se fia, si al rap solo le guia
la fria filosofia de vivir al dia
R de revolucion, A de actitud P de poesia
xenofilia esa es mi ciencia
significa lo que implica amor por la diferencia
amor que nos tortura porque amar es la mayor locura
a no ser que se ame con locura son mis dudas que suturan
porque nada duran, quisiera parar el tiempo como Hiro Nakamura
pero que mas da mi arruga si mi entrega es ciega
si el universo es la canica con la que alguien juega
Todo nos llega en su momento y no lo entiendo
tantos aos invirtiendo hasta que sientes que te estas muriendo
y no el maana no es certero, etreo, misterio, en serio sal de tu agujero
yo tecleo reo en este coliseo de politiqueo
rappers de perreo y tiroteos de fogeo
no poseo la verdad aunque la persigo, eso creo
lo importante es estar vivo de deseo
carnal, espiritual da igual cada cual en su propio ritual,
medita para mi es vital hecharle dinamita a cada frase
para dartela, que tu se las regales al fachas de tu clase
puede que mi vida nunca os interese
no esta dirigida por martin scorsese
pero casi voy volando entre edificios como un Yamakasi
asi lo hago facil como brasil
y solo ante el papel puedo eliminar tension
el me entiende y no me cobra 80 euros por sesion
El mensaje y no la fama es mi bagaje trepa
pisame cuando subas, te cazare pa cuando bajes trepa
hasta la cimas de mis sueos podras verlo
mis sueos son mentiras que algun dia dejaran de serlo
del verbo me llaman vstago, basta con alzar el micro al cielo
y caen relampagos en timpanos, miralos
somos furia sobre un bumb clap
hijos de la catastrofe, apostoles de la verdad.
Rap como entretenimiento que agita el pensamiento
asi alimento a la generacion nintendo
porque si esta es tu droga vamos yo te invito a un gramo
proclamo el horror de ser furor en tu hipotlamo
mientras derramo profecias,
mercader de la esperanza y se abalanzan sobre mi como a un mesias
pero no hay mejor profesor que el error,
ni mas dulzura que el que sufre y luego cura su dolor
y asi he vivido en estos tiempos lquidos, inspidos,
sin tener miedo del miedo de no rapear lo tpico
no es anecdtico te soy sincero
hago pblico un cuaderno con mi infierno interno para conmoveros
y si este (enero) me disloca me relajo y canto
Soma produce rocas y yo despues las lanzo
claro que s paso de (genesi), ron con seven up y brindo
por el HIP-HOP y el homenaje que aqui rindo
al lindo frenesi de la escritura
lo captas almas en miniatura
no son aptas pa esta asignatura
y aqui nada en disparate
tu no eres mc maniqui de escaparate con tu pose de magnate
que pretendes si asi vendes t ridculo
aqui solo el trabajo duro y los testiculos dan titulos
pobre diablo se cree un dios entre los dioses
y tan solo es otro potro en el establo dando coces
pides a voces gloria y no te la mereces
yo asumo el drama de mi fama y vivo entre sus estrecheces
no lo planee, solo vol como Tracy McGrady
hise del rap mi personal brain training
ejercicio mental al filo, afilo mi estilo
compitiendo con la imagen del espejo en el que mino cautivo de un tictac
que me atonta, mi unico habitat un compact
que te voy a contar chaval que por ir de underground no eres mas original
que no por ser de universal voy a sonar comercial
no teneis ni puta idea a vuestra verborrea es cnica
faltandole al respeto a militantes de mi mtrica
aqui y en Latinoamerica en todo el planeta tierra
mi rap sera mi rap sera la luz tras las tinieblas
mi rap sera la luz (si!) tras las tinieblas.
A todo el planeta tierra, donde sea que me escuchen
en Espaa, en Mexico, Peru, Colombia, Portugal, Venezuela
Chile, Argentina, Brasil, Angola, Guinea, da igual donde esteis
Bolivia, Puerto Rico, Estados Unidos, El Salvador, Panam,
Costa Rica, Ecuador, todos mis soldados latinos ah..
todos! a los que esta mierda engancha
este es el rap que purifica que la vida os mancha
Nach.. Manifiesto
Gangstas Make The World Go Round (Westside Connection)
(ICE CUBE)
Iam gettin dizzy as the world keeps spinnin like
a frisbie
Gangsta's and girls make the world twirl
No hesitation I can run a nation from incarceration
30 years is what Im facin
but give me 7 seas and 11 gees
I make enough cheese to bring wall street to its
knees
Nigga please I got enough guns
To fill the empire state building full of 1's
Go to school is what you tell us
But nigga's in school is scared of the Goodfellas
We got the Yayo you can just say no
But nobody makes a **in move untill I say so
That's how it is and that's how it's gonna be
Kids when you grow up who the ** you wanna
be?
Like me ya black superhero
Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro
Ya honor Im have to get rid of ya
Because it aint no trivia about my house in WEST BOLIVIA
Blew the jury a kiss they rather dismiss
Them swim the big fish
YOU **in guppies!!!!!!!!
--Hook--
Gangsta's make the world go round
--Hook--
(W.C.)
Not just saggin waving my flag and never will
I ease up nigga
so stop askin see I was taught as a tiny loc on
the set its all
about the pussy & money ** the rest nigga this
tech is quicker
to collect when Im seekin all the jewlery & the
money so miss
me with that preachin teaching ** all that
bullshit I want to
slang yae like Noriaga sit back watch my paper
collect like the
I.R.S. as I kick it with 50 bitches all on my dick
just like the
president & like the police I want a gang of killers
all on my
side thats down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride on my
behalf as I call shots as if I was Saddaam Hussein
jackin motha
**as for Dana Danes hated by many bit I don't
care because I
rather be feared than loved with a pocket full
of dubs because
Gangsta gangsta's make th eworld go round & if
you want a peice
then you best to be down so quit chastising me
analzing me &
like the escorts look over your sholder nigga its
plain to see
crooked**cowards......................
--Hook--
Gangstas Make The World Go ROund
--Hook--
(Mack 10)360 degrees like my D's the world be spinning
Nigga's been sinning since the beginning
Historys a trip so I peep when Iam reading
Nigga's probaly grew weed in the garden of Eden
Before big ballin ** cars and loot
Its like bitches been scandolaus biting forbidden
fruit
But gangsta's dont deal with that shit, on the
Westside
And since they regulating hoes I roll with the
Best side
So check it as my lifetime is ticking
Coming up strong licking and flipping chickens
Need cheese in amounts of G's
I gave up sports to slang Key's
But blamed it on my Knees
Make sure I got what I need
to make your order
Everything to baggies triple beams to jugs for
my water
like a snitch lifes a bitch a world full of drama
Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma
Trauma brings the sad song on your way to killa king
nigga
So now I stand with heat in my hand for my whole
life span
Cause evil lurks the land
Plus I got a packet with this gang-bang jacket
Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted
Fo sho One-0 got the ups on thses prankstas
While the world keep twisting as a Westside
Gangsta
FOE LIFE NIGGA
--Hook--
Gangstas make the world go round
--Hook--
One More Chance (Notorious B.I.G.)
*Sound of phone hanging up
*Biggie's daughter:
All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick.
Like that Mommy?
(Answering machine beep in between each message and the beat to "One
More Chance in the background.)
Message 1:
Hi daddy, how you doin', this is Tyiest, I was thinkin' about you last
night, mmm, you actin' like you can't call me no more cause you busy and
all that, but you tryina tell me it wasn't good?
Message 2:
That shit is real **ed up what you did, I hooked you up wit my girl
and shit you **ed her 8 times you see her you don't say SHIT to her
you know what I'm sayin? And all that bitch do is call me all day
talkin' bout you: "Why the ** do he don't want me?"
Message 3:
Yo Big this is Quita, Kenya told me she saw you and Shana in the mall
and I know you aint **in' her. You **ed with me last night that's my
best friend and we don't get down like that.
Message 4:
Yeah mutha**a this is Stephanie, I was waitin' outside for your ass
for like a **in' hour, I don't know what's goin on, mutha**as tryina
raw me, you be dissapearin' and shit I'm waitin' in the cold, what the
** is goin' on, when you get in give me a **in' call, alright?
When it comes to **, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I'm in thirteens, know what I mean
I ** around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don't get to see shit
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter
Skinny or fat or white-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin "Aiy papi!"
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they roll propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
** tae kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo'
For niggaz gettin mad cause they bitch chose me
A big black mother**er with g ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to ** her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
Oh Biggie gimme one more chance
I got that good dick girl, ya didn't know
(Repeat)
Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She mad because what we had didn't last
I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
** the past let's dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon's in the crib, please send her in
I ** nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot
But lickin clits had to stop
Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
** gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty mother**er
I don't chase em, I replace em
and if I'm caressin em, I'm undressin em
** whatcha heard who's the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Rourke?
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I'm done I got to split shit
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
** the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain't frontin
They don't call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden
Oh Biggie gimme one more chance
I got that good dick girl you didn't know
(Repeat)
1968 (Joaquin Sabina)
Aquel año mayo duró doce meses
Tú y yo acabábamos de nacer
Y un señor muy serio moría del disgusto
En la primera página del ABC
Los claveles mordían a los magistrados
París era un barrio con acordeón
Marx prohibió a sus hijos que llegaran tarde
A la dulce hoguera de la insurrección
La poesía salió a la calle
Reconocimos nuestros rostros
Supimos que todo es posible
En 1968
Jean Paul Sartre y Dylan cantaban a dúo
Jugaban al corro Lenin y Rambeau
Los relojes marcaban 40 de fiebre
Se hablaba de **o en la empresa Renault
Dos y dos ya nunca más sumaron cuatro
Sufrió mal de amores hasta De Gaulle
En medio de Praga crecían amapolas
Como un reto rojo al gris hormigón
La poesía salió a la calle
Reconocimos nuestros rostros
Supimos que todo es posible
En 1968
Pero no pudimos reinventar la historia
Mascaba la muerte chicle en el Vietnam
Pisaban los tanques las flores de Praga
En México lindo tiraban a dar
Mientras Che cavaba su tumba en Bolivia
Cantaba Massiel en Eurovisión
Y mi padre llegaba puntual al trabajo
Con el cuello blanco y el traje marrón
Si ahora encuentro a aquel amigo
leo en el fondo de sus ojos
Que ya se secaron las flores
De 1968
Los cuadros hicieron huelga en los museos
París era rojo, San Francisco Azul
Un vagabundo fue elegido alcalde
Y la Sorbona estaba en Katmandú
Sobreviva, imbécil, es el rock o la muerte
Beba Coca-Cola, cante esta canción
Que la primavera va a durar muy poco
Que mañana es lunes y anoche llovió
Si ahora encuentro a aquel amigo
Leo en en el fondo de sus ojos
Que ya se secaron las flores
De 1968.
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
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