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Beatnuts lyrics

No Escapin' This

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[Greg Nice] Oh, oh, oh! 2 G's mother, uh! The Beatnuts y'all, uh! Uh, oh! Juju, Psycho Les, uh, oh! Turn it out oh, oh my god oh! Oh, oh, it's the hardcore b-boy shit! Hard to the core motherfucker, no keyboard shit! [Psycho Les] Ayo the Nuts landed, so back it up Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacterer The architect, bringing you the art of wreck You used to hate my click, now you want a part of it We coming with more hits that funk like Parliament Comparing me to another's going to lead to an argument The heat we fry you with, straight from the armory Guerilla army, we kill tracks and harmonies My Nut orchestra blowing fuses Your amp can't hold this music, it's booming I'm in my truck cruising, 97 tuned in The latest news is the Nuts new album is ruling Y'all vs. the Nuts, you have a big chance of losing (There's no escaping this) Or confronting the union So stop fooling yourself, and feel these Nuts Cause (No one's ready to deal with us) What? (No escaping this) (Repeat 3x) No one's ready to deal with us [Juju] Don't be humble, it's better to pull Belive you eligable, get left like a vegetable Man it's crazy and there's no escape It's turned into a police state The average cat don't even know his fate Walking round like he hurting something And there's nothing that he got to say that's even worth discussing Listen to me, it's better to be Lying dead with honor, soldier, than to never be free Young niggas out here losing they dads In the battle of the son of the fags Every other country burning the flag Don't let history repeat itself That's how the devil plan to keep his wealth and feed himself I'm the New York power hitter Hit the devil in the fucking shitter Take his manhood and all his glitter Got guns ready to bust No one's ready to deal with us (No escaping this) (Repeat 7x) No one's ready to deal with us Can't get away, there's no escaping this! Surrender now, come out with your hands in the air [Greg Nice] Oh, no! Turn it out oh! Oh my God oh! Turn it out oh! (Repeat 4x) Juju, rockin on rockin on Psycho Les, rockin on, rockin on (Repeat 4x) Corona in the house Throw your hands up! (Repeat 4x)

I Luh Hur

AKINYELE "Vagina Diner"
My girl is pregnant, I'm ready to start splitting All around the town on the down low was the girl that I was hitting Everyone knows I used to luh huh I don't want this pregnant talk to get back to my mother Shit! I just can't believe it I thought me and this lady had came to a mutual agreement But I was dead wrong, her trick was evil and ill All along girlfriend I though you was still on the pill Step to the G-Y-N The gynecologist, miss, so we can put this to an END You'll need some dough, I'll probably LEND You wanna play Biz Mark AGAIN And tell him I'm just a FRIEND So buy me Newports, cause as I smoke All I do is think about you and child support But I don't got papes, I got money Sticking up and messing up when I went outta state So you can stop all that FIENDIN' With your damn SCHEMIN' You're Christopher Williams cause you must be DREAMIN' Wake up and escape And while you're at it why don't you throw away your Jodeci tapes Cause you can be forever my lady, but I ain't with no baby Ah, ah, no ifs ands or maybes I ain't old enough and ain't trying to hear it So don't steal my youth cause I'm still young in spirit That belly blows up, it's gonna be trouble Imma have to play like a pin and come pop that bubble Find Chucky if you want child's play I'll give your ass a hanging and drop you off in an alleyway This is a diary of a black man By making no alimony payments due to no wedding bands So ax that talk about MARRAGE Miss, you must of misunderstood, I want you to have a MISCARRAGE I'm fed up, and sorry that I've done it I'm ready to set her up and have my little man kick her in the stomach Or punch my fist through that naval Cause I'll be damned if this be the hand that rocks the cradle Or push her down a flight of steps I don't care or give a heck About the people under the stairs I'm all about a home made ABORTMENT My name's not Pat, so don't send Jack Black This ain't the damn Wheel of FORTUNE I don't want no pause or no PORTION Next time woman you should proceed with CAUTION It ain't all about boy and girl A half hour past the Cosby Show Cause you, it's a whole different world And yom that's how live I am Use a diaphragm, I get it off your chest like a mammogram Oh brother, word to mother Just cause I talk this shit don't get me wrong Yo, I still luh hur I luh hur (repeat 5X) Nobody tell her, because I luh hur I luh hur (repeat 8X)

Fast Life

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo "4, 5, 6"
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it Verse One: Kool G Rap Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream? With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley Up in casinos just me and my dino primo Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half Three major players gettin papers by the layers And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola Slangin a Coke without the Cola Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son Chorus Livin the fast life, in fast cars Everywhere we go, people know who we are A team from out of Queens with the american dream So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Nas Escobar Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz be The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores A perpendicular, angle of the clout war Police searchin up my Lex over who's petrol My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs These years I got they names in my swears Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby down Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal *singer* Brother you've got to make it happen Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh Brother you've got to make it happen When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah Verse Three: G Rap, Nas [Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard [Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot [Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers [Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships [Rap] Bodies on ice [Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice [Rap] Gamblin Grants [Nas] Handlin stamps [duo] Moves are sheist [Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes [Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes [Nas] True [Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour Cookin up grams with Arm Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama [Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races Servin us Dom P my cliquo Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico? Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows [Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks and got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield [Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings Chorus *singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly I for you*

End To End Burners

Company Flow
[together] C.F. digital bust critical Lighters get burned on a diamond stylus Four elements control the soundclash CoFlow responds to the crowd's mileage [Bigg Jus] The nitrous illustrator surveyor terrorizer Hit end to end burners plus multiple insiders Sublevel providers or simple verbalizer The most humble student sniper destroy to amplify The sentinal who protects the portal dimensional hologram Cover all chapters of b-boy visuals Take it back to two A.M. fill in the 3D outline in the park A year later drug raiders set off black and silver sparks Somehow it just changed the culture ripped the whole movement apart from it's origins, begin that gave the four elements its start What remains, a crew trying to rebuild in vain To the local squad, trying to bring the fame back to they building I'm in the finals, three years consecutive for soundkilling Pooh butt analyzers, the weapon mystifier Who wanna come test the King Benevolent who turn the state of the art, into nuttin or irrelevant Who fuck the world whirlwind myriad of vaporous hybrids, it's known to seep through these brick walls n shit, close your eyelids in the field of depth perception I annihilate kids with no less than Texas tittie twisters Skull nuggies, purple nurples, methamphetamine Break the land speed record dip out leave a crop circle Mr. Sluggo top-notch competitor behaviour injector invader Crush competition like a overturned Blazer Our greatest work ever, overthrow the stock exchange with lazers Escape flying through the Number 4 tunnel, too low to be detected by radar Grand concourse mixer of flavour breast elixir We screwface competition with Ruthie cola mixture I'm way above, shine on crews like a street lamp fixture [together] Super duty tough words, all vision lost rhymin B-Boys hold down the function Rock steadily for more than just dough Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow (repeat 5X) [Big Juss] A hot wire like a third rail is live (repeat 3X) From here to oblivion, I obliterate [El Producto] Yo, I cut most meticulous with a similar interest King of pen and sing to a metronome without an influence Shot burner off-kilter bust shit at random like civil war muskets or ADD kids throwin tantrums Out out the damn spot with phantom power rebel bunch Using the populace like Fed fed the meat to public school lunches Sad to say im the matrix with the code for smallpox rapist Out of all shots mine are worn from hit 'n' runs, caught 'em mixtapeless Straight from limbo where the most favourite dish is faces Marching like Dimes or Orangemen through Belfast Manimal hybrids be combination, then beatbox til the tastebuds on our tongues are smooth and shapeless Dodging thought police this patient zero the folk hero Clepto steal the spotlight before b-boys turn complacent Specialize in neuter services and theft of game systems The crew detaches expands and credits them towards purchases Wisdom with a bad touch, incision pain plus that botched the operation and denied insurance claim from it Overfiendish, twenty cock to shoot out fuck your mind before that morning cup of ovaltine shit El Producto, C.F. born to break shit down and replace it with fortified vitamins that you can lick right off the vinyl Little Leaguer, my phonics is on some clearly ironic shit like hittin pick six on the day of the apocalypse Took the hard road to blaze a trail like yeast infection in urethras, just to match crabs try to bite my style, fail Diss me on the internet like picket line crossin Teamsters Scabs that's realy down with hip hop only if convenient, KILL HIM!!! The rhyme sucks The delivery sucks This fucking move, terrible, very old Look at me I'm going to dance for you now, look Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow (repeat 4X) [Big Juss] A hot one among the third rail is live (repeat 3X) From here to oblivion, I obliterate Dance to the rhythm and rhyme of CoFlow (cut and scratched)

Bad, Bad Man

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[John Cena] Aww, you done did it now Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man! They not ready - they don't know what's comin man! Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS! Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones You can't help but nod your head to the track Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker Everything that I be spittin is strong After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN [Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles] With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man [Tha Trademarc] We devils - rockin ambient levels We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals And cats got one-liners, I drop several And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle I rip rappers and take responsibility for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date and ride beats, creep through side streets Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak Punchlines - man, don't even beg I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote I flood tracks like cracks in boats And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat [Chorus] [Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx] TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and feed me I'm a beast MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson Fightin in his prime, one rhyme And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw Your face is a coat type raw And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you I'm a bad, bad man Yeah, check it out It's Bumpy Knuckles baby And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON! [Chorus]

Baby Phife's Return

A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "Beats Rhymes Life"
Phife: The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia Maybe that'll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley Dissin around with wack rhymin You lose your grip from chalk climbin Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman Who never got the props that she damn well deserved But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick Tamia No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz I'm losin my breath Consequence: A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene You know the deal, ha, you know the deal Phife: Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin off gism Writin rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him) And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em Sucka MC in my path, hey main, I say we ship him Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin For those who act cute, see I got them on mute Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute If youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water Crushin MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter Keep shit hotter...than a sauna Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter Hey, I tried to warn her My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations Just keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations Chillin with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians Ya naw'mean Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin A Tribe Called Quest Through the years This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin? Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin, Consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man Christine, you know what I'm sayin, word life (fading out) The Abstract Poetic, rockin this track Bouncin it all over the place, in your face You know what I'm sayin? My man Lightro...

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