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

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

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