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BEASTIE BOYS lyrics - Hello Nasty

The Grasshopper Unit (Keep Movin')

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Dear Alex and Marilyn They're Lovey and Thurston howellin The grasshopper unit is prowellin And Rufus is back home growellin For all of y'all that are dozin On Hornblower's lederhosen Like Walt Disney he is frozen And then the Swiss Hall of Fame he goes in Cause when he's out in space carousin Pick up my mic and start joustin My name plate medallion Says never trust a hal 9000 Can't, Won't, Don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause I Check the horizontal hold and check the tint Are these three fools back at it again Inspector Clouseau and Derek Flint Nothin but sparks ignitin' Check two one two mic testin This one goes out to Dechen Rise fallen fighters take your stance again Don't think too much about the color of skin Order in vegetarian sharks fin Try to keep my life non violent Mario Rewind the tape and punch him in Like Chuck D with the where you never been I'm in Can't, Won't, Don't stop rockin to the rhythm 'cause I get down cause I get I'm a long way from where I've been but I gotta keep movin', movin on Ooh my my I'm really not feeling it Ooh my my something's really wrong The p.a. sound is deafenin Bitin MCs I'm oustinin With spinach in your teeth you're grinnin So on your way out please take a mint Got the studio to throw a craze in The basslines Yauch just lays in This song is the grass you're grazin Add a little flange and phase in Don't get mad 'cause I'm beguilin I'm off the hook so don't bother dialin They're gonna put me in the b.i.n. And if I die notify the next of kin It's like that y'all Can't, Won't, Don't stop

Touch You

TALIB KWELI "Reflection Eternal"
(Intro) Oh what's up everybody this is Rick James Talib Kweli, DJ Hi Tek, Reflection Eternal (Chorus) [Supa Dav West] We Make the Music That Change your life 'Bout to touch you just right All night we gonna to shine the light 'Bout to touch you just right [Piakhan] Piakhan floating on the mighty clouds of joy Building a future, yo, for my baby boy (uh huh) I moved form the hood yet the shit still in me And your opinion is nothing to me I have plenty like bein' out of prison With a roof over my dome And possessing the gift such as sparking the microphone Accumulate the provolone makin' it happen with Talib A Nattian cat we got em' snappin' Roberta Flackin' the track and Killin' em softly with out flossin' But yet the shine is glossy and the run the lyrical train through your brain shit Strategy pain, I'm on some Clubber Lane shit With the iron, ain't no use in you trying I ain't lyin' Through your ears mesmerize em' It's about time we started risin' Once again replace bullets with words, try to make it fun again (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] if the put my life on the screen then its got to Be the IMAX I live large stroke your mind, till you reach climax Terrorist hijack on Hi Tek fly tracks front don't try that My niggas got my back, you gotta relax, ease back What's that all about with the feedback All up in my mouth we don't need that, the asphault is the place to be at Where the people fire burn so bright you can see that believe that It ain't light music (no) We make the right music (true) Keep it tight music (yes) Affirmin' life music (come on) (Chorus) w/ minor variations [Talib Kweli] It's like girls got the bass all up in they hips My favorite part on the face is the shape of the lips Yeah I wanna touch you there (right there) Your mind is my concubine, when I deliver shivers up your spine Like the bread and wine, my brains embedded with rhymes That's ahead of they time, I rock the better design You cats ain't got the touch You all suck, like getting head from a dime I run up in em and, clutch em' if they tremblin' It's a rush like adrenaline, at a point break the joint shake When you play this (yeah), your crew is haters when they come Through with the newest/latest (like that) Reflection Eternal Shine light bright like the day till the sky turn purple And the moon arrive, reflection through the night That touch you just right (Bridge) [Talib Kweli] With the rhythm, the rhythm, God bless the rhythm It's the rhythm, rhythm; yes ya'll the rhythm Shorty on the dance floor giving me rhythm Hi Tek make ya'll nod ya'll neck to the rhythm And (Chorus) w/ minor variations (x2) [Talib Kweli] Uh yeah yeah yeah Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh (x2) Clap your hands everybody (x4)

So Few Words

ARCHIVE "Londinium"
So few words So few words We are movin' round to the hour Force from the power Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower Levellin' vibes unravellin' scribes Take a venomous sting that's unsettlin' But consequences awaits me around the corner Reminiscent of my twistin' fate All down to the fact it's a hard life Travel on with the sense of a telling adventure So as I wait for the opportune time to create Soul energy that will then enable me to realise Analyse all aspect of man-made decision The vision the many ways Wrong turn right, right turn... left Ain't no way back straight ahead along track Counteract react higher pace embrace Expression when written on the face Ya babblin' on flip automatic overide So when pride gets swallowed Check the events that follow Interconnection bafflin' coincidence All going hand in hand They demand supply I deliver my peace In what can be known as my only release In the bellyfull beast tearin' up And it's a cryin' shame it remains the same Turn the next page over So few words So few words Then on straight down Thru the valley I roam Lay claim my terrain thru my artery vein But first intuition state my incondition is the reason why you'll never get my submission True as I'm present in time I'm headlin' for the future Movin' with a haste from time to waste Break loose from a goose chase What I do I take feathers and fly in spiritual sky Return to ground zero zero Now for the intrepid hero Non-sense there will be no I overrun cos unless I'm in a situation I can learn a lesson in one specimen away say a line refine Humanity race ever being like one of a kind Now we can never rewind so press Forward to the end With the passionate fruit from mother nature So few words So few words

Zone Out

NAS "God's Son"
(feat. Bravehearts) Braveheart for life [sample - repeated 8x 'Z-z-z-zone Out'] So y'all wit me Yea, What, Yea Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects We live the life where the blood spills Same thing that get you cats nigga, get you killed Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit Back in ya hand, find me Call Earl, death is the ways of the world Y'all made criminals Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12 Way too foul walk around all the time With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas Scared straight, but FUCK them hos Keep it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son And this is the military turn it up My moves erase a ton, your son less thump nah Heat talk feet walk you run uh Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come Drop son, pull out You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket The peeps be like one (one) I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen With my testosterone, male hormone Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem That's that, who made this style, solo or X Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich Town house niggas I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus You got a house in Virginia The only way you sicker than us Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway Yo, this is for them Heismann drop outs Niggas who copped out If you prefer shots over knockouts Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed Sellin' crack, sellin' smack You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend I used to have a bike on a bench Now I got a jeep on this trip Coke in the pot, heat on my head Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin' Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is Useless to these swift executioners And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze Runnin from D's quickly knockout rookies G Wiz you know what I'm all about To all my real niggas [sample - repeated until end 'Z-z-z-zone Out']

D.r.e.a.m

Transplants
'D.R.E.A.M.' Drugs rule everything around me, fiend get the powder, drink another beer ya'll [x4] I keepin underground, it showed me NJ like macro, cuttin like you can't breath they call me Diablo let the gun smoke like Rakim say, kid I ain't no joke (?) city scapin this If it's a law kid, we be breakin' it 2001 we makin hits so one for the treble two for the bass three for the nights that puts a lump in your face the (?) says i get mad with you get the motherfucker bullets for the crew I ride for my niggas die for my niggas get your body get high on my niggas the bitch rap breaker rappin decapitated diablo, eagles, MC, eliminator what up playa? MC, Slayer kill you in your dreams muffle your screams put you in the earth, make you shake like a fiend (?) with your TLS spit fire and burn the hairs off your chest Mr. hard to get along with you wanna write a song with any given time you can catch me with a bomb bitch you think you catch me slippin? I think you better stop bitch(?) leave your motherfuckin wig split step back before you get smacked, no runnin' from it you too, I'll take you to school, you ain't above it I stay rock, hardcore, have you screamin 'no more'? I'll bust you in the face, point and laugh while your blood pours Mr. Bigshot, latino Gambino, rest in peace to my brother King Gino you can catch me on the West Coast, with a fly-ass stripper tied to my bed-post lookin' like Alicia Keys on her knees, lickin' the bag, just for a freeze he knows me baby (?) (?) happy and invisible we thug-killers, Ice Grill-as, wildin' out like a pack of gorillas you know man get the fam must be jokin' must be the dust you be smokin' (?) I wanna heavy metal smoke-ya stomp your ass like a roach-a player like a mom (?) (?) coffin trapped in a daze like Christopher Walken now look who's talkin' (?) smile (?) danny diablo's ok the devil's child LA (rockin') The Queens (keep rockin') Transplants (rockin') Diablo (keep rockin') [x4] Drugs rule everything around me, fiend get the powder, drink another beer ya'll [x8]

Another Dollar

LL COOL J "Phenomenon"
AKA John Mickens [8X] I'm the king. I floss rings, the new John Mickens Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin from New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin Ice drips, frost bits, or forfeit shit I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips but i got lesbo combos ridin' stick-shifts for no chips, I'm seein' 4 to 8 lips let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick Mr. Smith, the rarest breed separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds miraculous lyrical swiftness practice this, stop bein' actresses on mattresses with your legs up in the air splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire Anutha Day ... anutha Dolla My fortune 500 is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps I'm the glossiest and the costliest feel the force of this lyrical arsenist Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper the crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas the show stopper if u playas don't flow proper I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you cats will fall 10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see y'all Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this Anutha day ... anutha dolla I'm the MC that you strive to be competition is dead, cuz ain't none of y'all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece So iced up, they call me Mount Everest the many get honey ways draped over my headrest I run game from Fort Green to Maine I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring Gotta be above average to grow cabbage I wreack havoc, do damage don't have it uh huh .. techniques up to par yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras Chick soup too Hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin' bourgeoise Anutha day .. anutha dolla Ahhh man ... it's hard bein' the King, baby but someone's gotta do it, haha

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