Monday, August 25, 2014

"Critical Beatdown" by Ultramagnetic MCs and "Heart Attack" by Enrique Iglesias - Musical Monday!

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"Critical Beatdown" by Ultramagnetic MCs


Well, I'm the equalizer, known to be graphic
I clear static, breakin' up traffic, move, while I enter the groove
I'm on top and happy to prove, to whack MC's
Who claim to be better than me, no way

I'm frankly, more clever than all of you, each and every one
My son, pay close attention, I take your brain to another dimension
Hold it, mold it, shape it, you got a knife, yes, I wanna scrape it
Up and down, sideways, any way, I can be rude to you

But I'll rap and be crude to you and eat up
Toy ducks I beat up, I am the oven, your brains I wanna heat up
Mega, supersonic degrees

I come around, roastin' MC's with fire
To burn the toy, liar raw meat, turn the flame higher
Cook it like a fish, I'll hook it for any beat

It's time that I took it right, correctly to the top
With the rhythm and as your head, bop
I'm hype, for the critical beat down

I'm attacking them, my job is stacking them
For every rapper, must I be smacking them once, or twice in the face
With rough beats, producin' the bass that blow out
'Cause power to go out

Inner spark, I'm ready to blow out like this, altitude level
Reachin' forth, stompin' every devil in sight
You might just wanna bite
My illusions, mental confusions

You're a mark, skulls, I've been abusin'
Losin' any rapper who follow me
Your girl loves me, now, she wanna swallow me
Back up, move on to the rear

When I'm on the stage, should be clear speakin', goin' ear to ear
Places far, ducks would appear for the countdown
So you wait to rhyme and twist, stuttering, uttering

Parkay, margarine, everything butter and another thing
You shoulda been a Muppet, a toy boy, a fake scream puppet
I'm takin' titles and punks butter up it to me
Said, gee on the mic, and I'm hype for the critical beat down

Here's the K, combined the double O, swing in the L, I'm ready to go
As Keith, Rap, General Chief Executive plus exquisite
Mandatory, capital statements, I am the teacher
Preaching what makes sense

Class, you wasn't able to pass, for any germ or lice who come last
I'm boric, high computing acid
Get off the mic and won't you please pass it to me, for a one two check
Give me a pound and lots of respect

No hands, you disappointing my fans, you on reverb
And talking to cans, hello, how are you doing?
I come to wreck, and parties I'll ruin with rhymes, pumpin' up smoke
Diesel advances, makin' them choke and cough up
The hard headed, I'll soften, spongee, then after that, drink

Roll the assess, the Buddha with the ganji
Puff up, while I make tough stuff up
I'm Kool Keith, cold rippin' MC's
I'm hype for the critical beat down

"Heart Attack" by Enrique Iglesias


It hit me like a heart attack,
when you finally loved me girl
I thought I never want you back
But I don't wanna live in a world without you
I don't wanna live in a world without you
I don't wanna live in a world without you

Never really noted,
it's all the little things you did, you did
Never bought roses,
always was around my friends,
my friendsAnd now I'm hearing around
That you been running around
I didn't think I miss you,
now I'm feeling like a fool
It hit me like a heart attack,
when you finally loved me girl
I thought I never want you back
But I don't wanna live in a world without you
I don't wanna live in a world without you
I don't wanna live in a world without you

Never should've let you slipped away
Living in a world that's turned to grey
Little did I know it hurt so bad
Cause it hit me like a heart attack,
when you finally loved me girl
I thought I never want you back
But I don't wanna live in a world without you
I don't wanna live in a world without you
I don't wanna live in a world without you

I hope you all enjoyed these songs! :) See you all soon again! :D

Monday, August 18, 2014

"The Vapors" by Biz Markie and "" by - Musical Monday!

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"The Vapors" by Biz Markie


Can you feel it
Nothin' can save ya
For this is the seaon of catchin' the vpors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew
Wel you all know tj swan who sang on my records
Made the music, "nobody beats the biz"
Well, check it
Back in the days before this began
He usually tried to talk to this girl name fran
The type of female with fly gucci wear
With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair
When swan tried to kick it, she always fessed
Talkin' about "nigger, please, you work for ups"
Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer
My man tj swan didn't appeal to her
But now he trucks gold and wears fly valley boots
Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits
Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak
And be comin' to all the shows
Every single weekend
To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please
Dyin' for the day to get skeezed

She caught the vapors (4x)

I got another partner that's calm and plain
He goes by the name of the big daddy kane
A mellow type of fellow that's laid back
Back in the days, he was nothin' like that
I remember when he used to fight every day
What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey
He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied
And a rasta-type kango tilted to the side
Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad
And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had
They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either injail or someone would shoot him
But now he's grown up, to their surprise
Big daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide
Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin'
Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now

They caught the vapors (4x)

Now I got a cousin by the name of von lee
Better known to y'all as cutmaster cool v
He cuts scratch, transform with finesse
...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess
Well I remember when he first started to rock
And tried to get his job in a record shop
He was in it to win it but the boss fronted
Said, "sorry mr. lee, but there's no help wanted"
Now my cousin von still tried on and on and on
'til the like break of dawn
To put this j-o-b in effect
But they'd look right past him and be like "next"
Now for the year of '88
Cool v is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight
He walks into the same record shop as before
And the boss'll be like, "von, welcome to my store"
Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it
Damn it feels goo to see people up on it
'cause I remember when at first they wasn't
Now guess what they caught from my cousin
The vapors

They caught the vapors (4x)

Last subject of the story is about biz mark
I had to work for mine to put your body in park
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down
With a lot of m.c.-deejayin' crews in town
So in school on nobel street, I say "can I be down, champ"
They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp
After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed
Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest
When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay
I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day
I was never into girls, I was just into my music
They acted like I wanted to keep it
Instead of tryin' to use it
But now things switched without belief
"yo, biz, do you remember me from nober street, chief?
We used to be down back in the days"
It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze

They caught the vapors (4x)

"Brand Nubian" by Brand Nubian


Brand Nubian function
A junction of three
Collaboration in a style that's like funk
To slap palms, swing arms
Tap a soul
Cause no rock rolls down our hill
Yo black it's kinda ill
We don't roll no rocks we just fill
Heads with knowledge, pure foundation
Showing and proving through the manifestation
Of our name which is "Brand Nu"
Brand Nubian and we've come to
Make the people aware that black means first
4000 years and we're made to feel cursed
But now it's our time to rule
Student of the old, teacher of the new school
My inspiration is the five percent nation
As I cram, education was born
Like a thorn in your side I have sworn
Never to divide with Brand Nubian

Verse Two: Derrick X (Sadat X)

You have to stand as a black man
Brand Nubian
From the Sudan plus I never ran
I'm from Africa, the central region
There I grew and formed a legion of my force
See me riding on a jet black horse at any cost
Brand Nubians will rise up and be the boss and show it
All fairness if you're black and show awareness
You can rally 'round the flag
Stand tall, or don't stand at all
You're with the three and the three won't sag to the floor
Besides picture that I'm painting I can draw
See me work nine to five on my easel
My physical is strong and my mind is cock diesel
Brand Nubian function in conjunction with the three

Verse 3: Grand Puba

Brand Nubian
Not on a bandwagon following a fad
Making use of the knowledge that we already had
Grand Pu, here to send the mind into a frenzy
I bet I'll swing something this summer for the benzi
Seep into the mind the brain and activate the pelvis
Keeping the blind deaf dumb and blind is Elvis
Meaning old, so behold
(The black, the beautiful, the bold)
Now if this falls short I'll try harder
A wisdom to me is someone like Assata
I'd like to say peace to Bambaata
Tasa Kuma(?), Achmed, and Kenyatta
Brothers that'll fight for the cause
And they live in the boundaries of the righteous laws
To put it exact dominant means black
But some have a hard time trying to swallow that
Now we have some that are fake
Wearing blue eyes and green eyes, come on gimme a break
Brand Nubian here to wake up
Take off the makeup cause all it'll do is cake up
Just be real that's how I feel
Brand Nubian

Verse four

(DX) A native or inhabitant of Nubia
(LJ) A member of one of a group of African tribes that formed a poweful
Empire between Egypt and Ethiopia
from the 6th to 14th century Nubian
(GP) Any of several languages spoken in the central and northern Sudan
And that's why we call ourselves Brand Nubian

(DX) As the midnight oil burns, our minds turn
Make a mistake and be fake and you'll burn
We're here to teach so you'd might as well learn
That the tree has the knowledge for what you yearn

Brand Nubian

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Monday, August 11, 2014

"Rebel Without a Pause" by Public Enemy and "I Know You Got Soul" by Eric B. & Rakim - Musical Monday!

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"Rebel Without a Pause" by Public Enemy


Brothers and sisters
Brothers and sisters
I don't know what this world is comin' to

Yes, the rhythm, the rebel
Without a pause, I'm lowerin' my level
The hard rhymer, where you never been I'm in
You want stylin', you know it's time again

D, the enemy tellin' you to hear it
They praised the music, this time they play the lyrics
Some say no to the album, the show
Bum rush the sound, I made a year ago

I guess you know, you guess I'm just a radical
Not a sabbatical, yes to make it critical
The only part of your body to the partin' to
Panther power on the hour from the rebel a you

Radio, suckers never play me
On the mix, they just okay me now
Known and grown when they're clockin' my zone
It's known snakin' and takin', everythin' that a brother owns

Hard my calling card
Recorded and ordered, supporter of Chesimard
Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme
Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme

Flavor, a rebel in his own mind
Supporter of my rhyme
Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime
They on my time tickin'

Terminator X
Terminator X
Terminator X

From a rebel, it's final on black vinyl
Soul, rock 'n' roll comin' like a rhino
Tables turn, suckers burn to learn
They can't disable the power of my label

Def Jam tells you who I am
The enemy's public, they really give a damn
Strong island, where I got 'em wild and
That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent

Never silent, no dope gettin' dumb, nope
Claimin' where we get our rhythm from
Number one, we hit ya and we give ya some
No gun and still never on the run

You wanna be an F1, griff will tell you when
And then you'll come again you'll know what time it is
Impeach the president pullin' out my ray gun
Zap the next one, I could be your shogun

Suckers don't last a minute
Soft and smooth I ain't with it
Hardcore, raw bone like a razor
I'm like a lazer, I just won't graze ya
Old enough to raise ya, so this will faze ya
Get it right, boy, maybe I will praise ya

Playin' the role I got soul too
Voice my opinion with volume
Smooth, not what I am
Rough 'cause I'm the man

No matter what the name, we're all the same
Pieces in one big chess game
Yeah, the voice of power
Is in the house, go take a shower, boy

P.E. a group, a crew, not singular
We were black wranglers
We're rap stranglers
You can't angle us, I know you're listenin'

I caught you pissin' in your pants
You're scared of us dissin' us
The crowd is missin' us
We're on a mission, y'all

Terminator X
Terminator X
Terminator X
Kill the Terminator, come on

Attitude, when I'm on fire
Juice on the loose, electric wire
Simple and plain, give me the lane
I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley

You see that car keys, you'll never get these
They belong to the 98 posse
You want some more, son, you wanna get some
Bum, rush the door of the store, pick up the album

You know the rhythm, the rhyme
Plus the beat is designed
So I can enter your mind, boys
Bring the noise, my time
Step aside for the flex, Terminator X

"I Know You Got Soul" by Eric B. & Rakim


It's been a long time I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up I'm sorry I kept you

Thinkin' of this you keep repeatin' you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you hear it pump up the volume

Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
Your body to dance, you got it soul

Ditects the tempo like a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
When this is playin', you can't get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit

A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it

I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme, I got soul

You got it, you got it
You got it, you got it
I know you got soul

Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train

But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
Eric B. break the sticks, you got it
Rakim will begin when you make the mix

I'll experiment like a scientist
You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? Then you gotta have soul

'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you wanna get on after me

Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controllin' it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holdin' it

This is how it should be done
This style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this but you're gettin' me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweatin' me

I drip steam like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it, you got it
You got it, you got it
You got it

I got soul, you got it that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get older

Constant elevation causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R's requested

You listen to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost anyone can relate to
Who ever's out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles

Or should I just let him melt?
Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just 'cause I rock gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh

Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn bound
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound
Even other states come right and exact
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at

Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it don't move
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release
The rest is up to you, Rakim I'll say peace

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Monday, August 4, 2014

"The Godfather" by Spoonie Gee and "Children's Story" by Slick Rick - Musical Monday!

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"The Godfather" by Spoonie Gee


I'm the godfather... of rap

Well let's get this straight, there's no contest
So now you people know don't have to guess
I'm not tha king of rap, not lord, not prince
I was a young kid rapper that I've been rapping ever since
I was just a young bub, I didn't care what mc's did
Before ??? cause I'm the godfather

I caught silly young ladies, two just chilled
They never said no to me - always say that they will do
Whenever I want them to - when I confront them to
Watch where ya're walkin', or just might browl to
I never rule them, I only school them
But if they ever try to fool me
That's when I foo them
I'm tha godfather

Long time to be chillin', just to make money
I rapped on stage, check my voice for your honey
Cause I'm rappin', and I'm not stoppin'
MC baby, who love stand hip-hopin'
so don't tease me, just kiss me
If ya already had a pimp, ya gonna miss me
I'm just a brother so what's upsaid
Cause it's a pretty ladies, I mean top like this
Ya know I'm the godfather

They say that I'm an mc some say that I'm a proud
I changed my style people just didn't know it yet
I had to tell them I might kill them
you mess with me I'm sick your ass then swell them
Woah like on the phone, I'm 'bout to take charge
At the station for the new car in my garage
They want to cruise me, they don't move me
See my bankroll they want to try to use me
But I'm no fool never losin' my cool
But for me to darkness I make the young ladies drool
I'm not braggin' tellin' you what I'm about
Young ladies no babies and marriage bout
But if you insist you can't convince your house are mine
Night or day we'll be fine
So let's get with it, so that I can't hit it
After an hour or two me and you can just quit it

I'm the godfather

There's no need to be smokin' when the fire is out
So take your hand off your hip and let's work out
No leanin' on the wall no standin' around
So are you ready (for what ?!) for the beat in me now
Because people can't see me so people want to be me
Pretty young ladies want L Blue Spoon
The beat so fair so ate 9 o'clock in the morning
If they're playin' they'll call the cops cause I'm the godfather

I'm the godfather

You got rockin' beat no stoppin' beat
Some roars have things pumpin' beat
All the rest of my time Jerry knows my side
I'm so dip that's why I keep all girls in your mind
I'm not dedicate this at the top of this
Say cool you bring, don't break the rules if you wanna get this
Respect me brother rapper recorded on the show
Ya could stare, cause I don't care it's just long you know

I'm the godfather

Now you be jumpin' your heart will be thumpin
Intendin' rappin', swearin' hip hopin'
Off your face, all know the place
Easely scatty standin' in pace
Don't stand around, your face road in my clan
This is the season no prisonner can't get down
So get all the world, let's up these words
Boogie down to the beat just give it to y'all
No need to get hot money dispenser
You can't have a good time cause it's so danger

I'm the godfather...of rap

"Children's Story" by Slick Rick


Uncle Ricky, could you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh, please?
Alright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook
Y'all tucked in? Yeah, here we go

Once upon a time, not long ago
Where people wore pajamas and lived life slow
Where laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like they ought to good

There lived a little boy who was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Me and you Tike, we're gonna make some cash
Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash

They did the job, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and a brother
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover

The cop grabbed his arm, he started actin' erratic
He said, "Keep still boy, no need for static"
Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap
But little did he know, the little boy was strapped

The kid pulled outta gun, he said, "Why'd you hit me?"
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure
I'll do years if I pull this trigger

So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister
Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her

Looked 'round good and from expectations
He decided he'd head for the subway stations
But she was coming and he made a left
He was running top speed till he was out of breath

Knocked and old man down and swore he killed him
Then he made his move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
Opened up a door, there guess who he saw

Dave, the dope fiend shootin' dope
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap?
He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run"
The dope fiend rolled back a spankin' shot gun

He went outside but there were cops all over
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doin' 83
Crashed into a tree, near university

Escaped alive, though the car was battered
Rat-a-tat-tatered and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets and he still had static
Grabbed the pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic

Point it at her head, he said the gun was full of lead
He told the cops, "Back off or honey here's dead"
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong
So he let the lady go and he starts to run on

Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded
And before long the boy got surrounded
He dropped his gun so went the glory
And this is the way I have to end this story

He was only one teen in a madman's dream
The cops shot the kid, I still here him scream
This ain't funny, so don't ya dare laugh
Just another case about the wrong path
Straight and narrow or your soul gets cast

I know this story is really weird

I hope you all enjoyed these songs! :) See you all soon again! :D