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Boogie Down Productions lyrics - By All Means Necessary

I'm Still #1

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Verse 1 D.J. Doc you know he's down with us D-Square, he's down with us Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us I.C.U., you know he's down with us D-Nice and McBoo, they're down with us Ms. Melodie, she's down with us Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us My manager Moe, he's down with us Castle-D boy, he's down with us D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us Robocop boy, he's down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm number one. People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope or a phase with a rope Sometimes I choke and try to believe when I get challenged by a million MCs I try to tell them, We're all in this together! My album was raw because no-one would ever think like I think and do what I do I stole the show, and then I leave without a clue What do you think makes up a KRS? Concisive teaching, or very clear speaking? Ridiculous bass, aggravating treble Rebel, renegade, must stay paid not by financial aid, but a raid of hits causing me to take long trips I'm the original teacher of this type of style Rockin' off-beat with a smile or smirk or chuckle, yes some are not up to BDP Posse so I love to step in the jam and slam I'm not Superman, because anybody can or should be able to rock off turntables Grab the mic, plug it in and begin But here's where the problem starts, no heart Because of that a lot of groups fell apart Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School cuz Rap is still a brand-new tool I say no-one's from the Old School cuz Rap on a whole isn't even twenty years old Fifty years down the line, you can start this cuz we'll be the Old School artists And even in that time, I'll say a rhyme A brand-new style, ruthless and wild Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun cuz even then, I'm still number one. Verse 2 Blastmaster KRS-One of course comes to express with style the lost ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present Knock, knock, who is it? A brand-new style, hup, time to change People talk about me when they see me on stage Live in action, guaranteed raw I hang with the rich and I work for the poor Now tomorrow you can say you saw KRS-One stompin' once more I play by ear, I love to steer the Alfa Romeo from here to there I grab the beer, but not in the ride cuz I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive I'm not a beginner, amateur or local My album is sellin' because of my vocals You know what you need to learn? Old School artists don't always burn You're just another rapper who's had his turn Now it's my turn, and I am concerned about idiots posing as kings What are we here to rule? I thought we were supposed to sing And if we oughta sing, then let us begin to teach Many of you are educated, open your mouth and speak KRS-One is something like a total renegade except I don't steal, I rhyme to get paid Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin' Politicians lyin', I'm tryin' not to escape, but hit the problem head-on by bringin' out the truth in a song So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions made a little noise cuz the crew was sayin' somethin' People have the nerve to take me for a gangster An ignorant one, something closer to a prankster Doin' petty crimes, goin' straight to penitentiary But in a scale of crime that's really elementary This beat is now compelling me to explain in silence why my last jam was so violent It's simple: BDP will teach reality No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free So now you know, a poet's job is never done But I'm never overworked, cuz I'm still number one. Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us Stetsasonic, they're down with us Dana Dane, he's down with us Sleeping Bag Records, they're down with us My lawyer Jay, he's down with us Jive/RCA is down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm number one.

Sing Like Bilal (Remix)

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
[Intro: Sample Of Lil' Fame] Sing Like Bilal! [Joell Ortiz (Sheek Louch) {Sample Of Lil' Fame}] Uh! Uh! Street mix! Y-Y-Y (Aiyyo yo Joell Ortiz whattup family!) YAOOOWWWWW! (D-BLOCK) {Sing-Sing like Bilal!} [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Uh! I'm the boy that got the block in a squeeze Ortiz my name hot like I shoot at the D's Twelve twelve flow I'm what they rock in the P's Cheese I'm on a roll like pastrami and cheese It adds up why I'm a gift to this breed I'm a addict even when my adlibs mean Every radio station should add this Preem Plus add my address and you have sixteen (WOO) Seven One Eight I'm reppin the state Of the Eighty Six Mets and the consecutive Yanks Sixty Nine Jets and the catch on the face That put the undefeated Bill Bellicheck in his place (Get outta here!) It's so safe when you nice with the ink All my beef come with french fries and a drink Nobody want it can you blame 'em though? When you see me scream W-A after the Y-A-O YAOWA! [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching (Sheek Louch) {Sample Of Lil' Fame}] You love my style this is not what you used to (Yeah!) You-you-you-you love-love-l-l-love my style Sing-Sing like Bilal! [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Waddup, yo I gotchu! Yo, waddup Joell-ah, Donnie wavy like a cell-ar I heard a lotta rappers, but none of them are realer than me Who's he? Donnie G. Still popu-lar, rooftop one binocul-ar Watchin over my state, 45 featherweight Watchin over my plate, Audemar and the fast cars causin men hate Who's the hottest now? That's an easy debate Either way like 6 o'clock, Donnie's straight I can easily go back to that Mary and Kate White girl and be outside, very late Nope! - I got a mill-ion of stash Got a dream that Barack told me to take it out in cash Bake's about to crash, shades on my eyes 'Cause I mixed it up with hash, hah yeah! Witness greatness, take a flick I run New York and it's not on a heating stick Ha ha! NEW YORK KNICKS, BITCH! [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching] You-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You love my style Y-Y-You-lo-lo-love-m-my-my-st-sty-style-ca-cause-I'm-n-not what you used to

Chocolate Girl

ANIMAL COLLECTIVE "Spirit They're Gone, Spirit They've Vanished"
In cycle, I'll lead you around the ocean, Where grass grows, And remnants of you in devotion, My breath's out, Inhaling upon trees, it's frozen, And look out, And trace along the house where shit is frozen, Then holding, Quietly, The sound is dead, and sing in turn, in light. When life meets child, your only plight in light. When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while in light. I'll take you for walks among the patients, She had a pretty dad, But she was growing out of play-school, Still she could kick and scream and play, Until she wanted to. My little chocolate girl. Her brother barely out of high school, lived in a place where he could scream, until he wanted to. Oh fuzzy tidy cat. And she could bury him in apples and curl around a bowl of cotton 'til she wanted to. Still she had to speak loud, 'cause hearing isn't, “I am here with them”, And we took, a picture: Sunday flowers in the garden. And quite late, still drinking with the boys until it's later. And pray small, your hopes of something better to show her, And holding tight, the sound is dead, it's singing time in light. When life meets child, your only plight in light. When ceilings smile, we'll sleep a while in light. I'll take you for walks among the patients, She met a pretty boy. And they would dance between their elders and she would cream until the wine she bought had settled in. My little chocolate girl. She used to love the stars of England. She slept on records and her market jewelry from her school, Her colors matched the room. And she would twirl around the curtains, she had a hand to hold her chin up when her friends walked out, the kid across the street. He'll keep around when she was changing, And he would wait and she would tell her friends about the boy. Her Mom and Dad at home. She had saliva in her pockets, She gave a girl when her last grace hath found thee, dig the day So good, my chocolate girl, Oh won't you like an 'A' So put your lanterns on across the maze, So I won't feast on folly, Bell of the rain who brought the stings and dead and who will pop the trade, 'cause I can't see you. I'll open up my brain again. [repeat]

The Power Of God

LL COOL J "Mama Said Knock You Out"
Somethin real smooth Yeah, yeah Yeah We'll get into the groove Power of God move Somethin real smooth Somethin you need to take heed to A basehead cleaned up his act He stopped smokin crack and took his soul back Decided, he could find a much better way to live You know the way - positive Without all the negative chemicals and drugs Without all the hangin with the envious thugs Never before was a man so far behind And came back to rule for a long time Positive will explode when you light me My enemies lurked, and they held the dagger tightly Wanted to taste my blood, but they got scarred When they felt the power of God Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came Down with the King, cause he's evil and vain He doesn't understand the power of a Doesn't realize I'm rollin with a team Avengin angels will come and burn All those who saw, but refused to learn He has no color, no shape, and no form And like I told you before, I'm just gettin warm Get up, get down, get on it, it ain't that hard You can feel the power of God Money is small and the soul stands tall All those who don't realize this, fall The mind of a drunken fool is a useless tool And it's cool to be in school And overcome and overpower, but still uplift Your mind is a gift You're somebody, whether you know it or not Outside the weather is hot People walk around with their minds in a daze Never take the time to stop and give praise You're lucky to live in this world Even the starvin boys and girls Cause life is a gift in itself And only certain people are blessed with good health I'm Uncle L, but you can call me Todd I can feel the power of God Youknowmsayin And G is the seventh letter made Yeah G is the seventh letter made The power of God Yeah The babies, we gotta teach em, and hold em Send em to school, so we can teach em, and mold em Shape em, and make em take form Cause their mind is like a ball of clay when it's wet and warm Harmless and innocent Until they're taught to be violent, and militant This mentality gotta be erased by faith The 12th hour is comin, we're close to the 8th Get a chapter, and gain some knowledge If not from the Bible or Koran, get a book from college It's not about bein black or white It's about everybody bein a right I pulled out my mic, and the devil got hit hard He felt the power of God And G is the seventh letter made Power of god G is the seventh letter made That was just a word to the wise Uprise Cause we definitely gotta unify And we need unity in times like these We got to stick together Cause we as a people All people Gotta make it to the promised land Peace


[Intro] [Boy:] uncle montelly yo.. may you please read us a story please [Montell:] nah, I don't feel much like telling a story today kid [Girl:] please, read us a story [Montell:] I said no kid [Both kids:] please! Read us a story [Montell:] we go [Verse 1] Now listen to the words that I say Cause this type of song will take you back in the day It all started back in cali-from-I-A Where the khakis hang low and gangbangers don't play Put on my drawers Walked down the hall Kissed my apollonian poster on the wall My first day of high school, on my way "You need to eat your breakfast"] Mom I am late ...funky fresh, stepped into the school And that's when I say her standing with this dude Young, tender, sweet denise To take her on a date you need a $1000 at least Plus she's used to dating dope dealers Cats with felonies who tote heaters You wont believe what's in the 2nd verse You better buckle up, its bout to get worse [Chorus] Can't believe that that's Denise The one from high school With the dope body But now she is out there going for broke And all her dreams went up in smoke [Repeat 2X] [Verse 2] 2 years later, and things have changed Hip hop evolved into a whole new game NWA7s holding down my block Denise graduated the school of hard knocks She made a few connects Didn't skip a beat Got a little deeper hooked up on the street And wherever they led her, she would follow Now she rocks fashions like a runway model Jewelry, Louis, Gucci and guess Delivering more packages than UPS From Miami to NY Sometimes to Rome But niecy always seemed to make it back home Now I am 18 and to my surprise Niecy got babies by 2 different guys And cause of dem kids she aint moving the same She put herself out there Who's to blame? [Chorus] [Bridge] She's not a superwoman nah She is not that kind of girl that you can lay down And think that everything is ok She's only human, oh This girl is always on the go Hurt on occasional Used by so many dudes [Verse 3] Aww! Poor Denise She's out on the streets But that's not how I'll end this story You kind of got to use your imagination To figure out Niecy's situation ...I'll tell you this...its not that great She's got an addiction that she just cant shake From rags to riches, riches to rags The story of Denise is so so sad [Hook 3X]

The Pause Of Mr. Claus

words and music by Arlo Guthrie This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys in the FBI. Well, wait a minute. It's hard to be an FBI man. I mean, first of all, being an FBI man, you have to be over 40 years old. And the reason is that it takes at least 25 years with the organization to be that much of a bastard. It's true. You just can't join, you know. It needs an atmosphere where your natural bastardness can grow and develop and take a meaningful shape in today's complex society. But that's not why I want to dedicate the song to the FBI. I mean, the job that they have to do is a drag. I mean, they have to follow people around, you know. That's part of their job. Follow me around. I'm out on the highway and I'm drivin' down the road and I run out of gasoline. I pull over to the side of the road. They gotta pull over too - make believe that they ran out, you know. I go to get some gasoline. They have to figure out whether they should stick with the car or follow me. Suppose I don't come back and they're stayin' with the car. Or if I fly on the airplanes, I could fly half fare because I'm 12 to 22. And they gotta pay the full fare. But the thing is that when you pay the full fare, you have to get on the airplane first, so that they know how many seats are left over for the half fare kids. Right? And sometimes there aren't any seats left over, and sometimes there are, but that doesn't mean that you have to go. Suppose that he gets on and fills up the last seat, so you can't get on. Then he gets off then you can get on. What's he gonna do? Well, it's a drag for him. But that's not why I want to dedicate the song to the FBI. During these hard days and hard weeks, everybody always has it bad once in a while. You know, you have a bad time of it, and you always have a friend who says Hey man, you ain't got it that bad. Look at that guy. And you at that guy, and he's got it worse than you. And it makes you feel better that there's somebody that's got it worse than you. But think of the last guy. For one minute, think of the last guy. Nobody's got it worse than that guy. Nobody in the whole world. That guy...he's so alone in the world that he doesn't even have a street to lay in for a truck to run him over. He's out there with nothin'. Nothin's happenin' for that cat. And all that he has to do to create a little excitement in his own life is to bum a dime from somewhere, call up the FBI. Say FBl? , they say Yes , say I think Uncle Ho and Chair- man Mao and their friends are comin' over for dinner (click) Hang up the phone. And within two minutes, and not two minutes from when he hangs up the phone, but two minutes from when he first put the dime in, they got 30,000 feet of tape rollin'; files on tape; pictures, movies, dramas, actions on tape. But then they send out a half a million people all over the entire world, the globe, they find out all they can about this guy. 'Cause there's a number of questions involved in the guy. I mean, if he was the last guy in the world, how'd he get a dime to call the FBI? There are plenty of people that aren't the last guys that can't get dimes. He comes along and he gets a dime. I mean, if he had to bum a dime to call the FBI, how was he gonna serve dinner for all of those people? How could the last guy make dinner for all those people. And if he could make dinner, and was gonna make dinner, then why did he call the FBI? They find out all of those questions within two minutes. And that's a great thing about America. I mean, this is the only country in the world...l mean, well, it's not the only country in the world that could find stuff out in two minutes, but it's the only country in the world that would take two minutes for that guy. Other countries would say Hey, he's the last guy...screw him , you know? But in America, there is no discrimination, and there is no hypocrisy,'cause they'll get anybody. And that's a wonderful thing about America. And that's why tonight I'd like to dedicate it to every FBI man in the audience. I know you can't say nothin', you know, you can't get up and say Hi! cause then everybody knows that you're an FBI man and that's a drag for you and your friends. They're not really your friends, are they? I mean, so you can't get up and say nothin' 'cause other wise, you gotta get sent back to the factory and that's a drag for you and it's an expense for the government, and that's a drag for you. We're gonna sing you this Christmas carol. It's for all you bastards out there in the audience tonight. It's called The Pause of Mr. Claus . Why do you sit there so strange? Is it because you are beautiful? You must think you are deranged Why do police guys beat on peace guys? You must think Santa Clause weird He has long hair and a beard Giving his presents for free Why do police guys mess with peace guys? Let's get Santa Clause 'cause; Santa Clause has a red suit He's a communist And a beard, and long hair Must be a pacifist What's in the pipe that he's smoking? Mister Clause sneaks in your home at night. He must be a dope fiend, to put you up tight Why do police guys beat on peace guys?

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