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

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

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