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DILATED PEOPLES lyrics

Rework The Angles

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featuring Defari Evidence: (Punch in) I punch in this Club Elaine Punch out just pissed in Hurricane When this is done things will never be the same Peace to mega trend setters along I'm never taggin' Word Tameer and ah year of the Dragon In '76 born bomb lyricist Ever since I stun the mic and drums I keep 'em crisp From that events which occur in dense fog Accumulates clouds monsoons and thick smog By the way this is protected by the green that I'm smokin' With the key to unlock your mind I get it open Ajar mad far I kick you out the drivers listen Dilated Peoples place in po position While suckers steady fishin' I got that big catch Lead you to the trap door switch on the latch My name is Evidence and my mic a strike on any match (in fact) After this track we'll have 'em stuck like tacks Hook: It's the one two three MCs Now it's our turn to burn and blaze for always (X2) Defari: I keeps it rough and rugged rugged and rough A lot of kids think they hard oh my God I call they bluff And pull they cards like the king of hearts A lot of these cats act well enough to play the parts But I see through that's why I stay true And keep it real Rhymes worth more than eighty mil I blaze records like a circle on magnify Precise laser beam lyrics (who you?) Heru Defari Oh me oh my these botty bwoys gon have ta die They can run and hide but Allah know every Sodomite That's why righteousness prevails through every verse Me have to ? down Babylon and live free of curse Or free of evil strictly rough rhymes fro the People Dilated together we bond like seamen We breathin' with Reggie White style defense Raise you hand if you're tired of the rapper man who don't make sense Lyrics of gold rhymes are worth more than bill folds All you wack MCs give back them styles that you stole You owe Your dues are questionable You're a longtime criminal there's a hit out on you Hook (x4) Iriscience: I create to devastate Deep space blast off Make you salivate like pets of Pavlov Lines like bar codes but no mark of the beast Givin' peace to pioneers of the parks in the east From LA at it's finest the name is Iriscience Or Mr. Iristyle I hold material like Linus David to Goliath is me to the mindless I hope I haven't been chipped so satellites can't find it Big up to Iodine I try to get in touch Big Up to Defari for comin' through in the clutch Lyrically, I pick 'em apart like Coleef Prophecy of Garvy manifest Salacee Concoring lion 225th in the line So I choose to entertain AND uplift the mind Dilated never wack crew Ready set and tatoo Understand that rocker don't Throw Stone I throw statues Hook

Suntoucher

GROOVE ARMADA
It's the Urban Organic, Mic mechanic Super-human MC powers help me fly around the planet. Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get frantic Saving damsels in distress so young girls don't panic. Putting MCs under pressure till they crack like ceramic Always thought they could flow but sink like the Titanic. Rhymes rip through your skull like icebergs through the hull Survive the impact, and arctic cold freezes your soul. Create a new style, then break the mold Compositions are controlled, and liable to explode like land mines, my crew blows through like wind chimes. Make it hot like fire, 200 proof like Moonshine. Whisky, playing yourself is risky And the flows mad jazzy like Dizzy Gillespe. And the sound be harmonious and deadly like a harpy call either break one like Wayne Gretzky. No man can test me, so why try? Focus like a samurai, stronger than a Maitai. Or a Tsunama... I mean Tsunami I rock it from MTV, to the BBC. Radioactive waves short out your TV LESB check it for me in the next galaxy. Put it in a time capsule till the next century In a black out use it for electricity. Danger, high voltage Don't feed me their daily dosage I break it down mathematically, 99.9 is a percentage. Like clothes and fine wine my rhymes are vintage And the Universe will give me strength like spinach. With Danish, I eat it like a tofu sandwich With cabbage, I ask your girl, she knows that I'm not the average... Nigga... who plays to pull the trigga' Reality's the root of the rhymes that I configure. Phony... Baloney, swear like Don Corleone But when shit hit the fan they start crying like Pretty Tony. Tender like Roni... but wish to be bad like Bobby Been there, done that, smashed up Rockin' rhymes is my hobby. You're probably, like, what's he on Cause I rock it from the start, till the beat is gone. Not in the mafia but I'm the Microphone Don And the words that I shoot out my mouth are Teflon. Jeru never touch ya, Microphone wrecka' Meet out in the stretcha'. Step up in... my center Try to match wits but the mentor will crush you Jeru the Damager, the Suntoucher.

Lyrical Gymnastics

Big Daddy Kane "Daddy's Home"
[Kane *singing*] Do you know, what you're goin through Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin you The way I flow for you.. do you know [Kane *rapping*] Yeah baby c'mon Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song One double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor and put some real lyrics back in the hardcore What I'm used to hearin, I can't believe it's gone But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on When I come, rappers begin to speak in degrees I even make Sisters With Voices _Weak in the Knees_ So run for your lives, Kane with the pen is like Freddy with the glove full of knives Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got refills You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em Man, I'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat And you know, sometimes it's so sad that Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right Here's the news, you lettin the word hardcore be misused You ain't never paid dues Be for real, you ain't tough yet The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a ruffneck Your whole image is a dammmmmmmmn sham I'm glad in this business I didn't forget who I am I always remain the Kane inside a battle *singing* Never to walk in anyone's shadow I do my own thing, I do a thing of my own And with my competition I let it be known that battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son Six million ways to die -- choose one! My rap style is like a poisonous vemon We might as well be havin sex, the way that I put it in em And do I crush MC's - are you kiddin me If rappers were grapes, I'd have a whole wine distillery So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, then I BLOW a rapper off the map, with the rap, when I FLOW then hit you with the skill that is ill, and I KNOW that all of this is good to go, cause yo that's the way the flavor always come The rhymes they flow accordin to the drum The Brooklyn style caue that is where I'm from You want the funk so let me give you some I flip on the flow on the track, just like that Amazin the people the style of the rapppin, is quite fat I'm lickin the lyrics and shootin the gat, on the mic black And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that The Smooth Operator is mellow with the saxophone Settin the tone that make the girls relax and moan Cause all the ladies I'm givin em lots of love Hittin more skins than a boxing glove, good God The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some From tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of Olde E and none of you players can control me You get the chance to see a true mack man with skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than taller than anybody else's stacks it seem Cause the Kane get more paper than a fax machine The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical And I hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors Cause Kane is makin a comeback, like Puma's! I get rough G, and set it on your whole damn company and Bogart, like my name was Humphrey When I get through, there'll be no more of them As many rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium I make mad MC's give me my P's If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these N-U-T's, like the U-N-V's I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-heeees! Razor sharp, many ways of art Source rings the chart, people praise the God for kickin the flows so fantasitic and this one here We're callin it Lyrical Gymnastics Uhh, so baby baby c'mon Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the song Uhh, ah baby baby c'mon Suki suki c'mon, and I'm gone!

416 (T.o. Party Anthem)

Maestro Fresh Wes "Built To Last"
move with the Maestro you feelin high so ascend the blend the presendo is nice yo so nice that you wanna sweat when I start to wreck symphony in effect was just a mic check you fell for the bait and got decapitated destiny inflated evaporated gone like a doo drop you try to crush me now hear comes a true drop of rhymes my coltivation atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station resigning I'll refine my lines and poor the metaphore while the blind decline I'll swing while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs [Chorus] conducting thangs oh eh ahh I wrote a jam called Private Symphony now girls are fly to be private nymphs for me lingere neglege and all that they wanna get on the Maestro love mat well I'm single and I won't surrender so many romy's that want the tender when it comes to money the Maes don't joke so don't f around with my federal notes I'm live on stage D's on the fader the set is def so my mic's like a lightsaber two tigers are always dis even if i had a lisp I'd still sound crisp cause I'm a brother who's real not fake and I heard Robert Palmer wants to do a remake, huh when it comes to rhymes don't steal or take be origanal don't duplicate cause I'm 5 foot 10 but big like Ben Johnson I'm the black Charles Bronson death wish death wish death wish I run a dead pool you're number one on my list so step aside step back step off I'm gonna tour on your girl now she thinks he's soft Fresh Wes is sweet like molasses when I hit the clubs I scoop so many ass... ..istance, no I go solo my brother yeah, word to the mother iI'll swing while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs [chorus] because I'm from Canada don't think i'm an amateur cause I'm so fly I'm dropping dope like Panama last year I wore a black tuxedo the chicks paid to see me in my silk black speedos in my whirl pool or in my jacuzi with a uzi on the side the Maes don't snooze from Toronto with sex appeal dark skin with curly hair unlike Curly Neal I don't play ball cause I can't throw it down but my rhymes make it sweeter than Sweet Georgia Brown no beginner but a winner, pass the champagne girls be on my jock, they can expect a 12 from my hanes I never change i was made to lay low, you know lie low stay cool and drink milo and I still chill with my homies Ebony and Bungalo Bill to all the girls that i duped before on tour I'm comin back for more cause the new LP, huh, you're gonna have love it me and LT, huh, and easy does it and do it easy Farley Flex and Floyd we give a word to the unemployed so party hardy while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs I'm couducting thangs course verse 4: high packed concert halls and packed domes you went crazy when you first heard Backbone the club jam that made ya hype are you on the floor, cause I'm on the mic the base ya flet made ya mouth felt frozen then you scream roll over Behtoven since he was a youth Maestro drove hard now I'm the modern day ebony Mozart the man of the hour to sweet to be sour from Bichmont just north of Glendower those who appose I will devower because I'm asia-adican I got the power to say the kind of rhymes that make you say hot damn isn't that the brother that went to lamb the kisses I deliver are like champagne ??? or bambino put the ladies insaine when it comes to girls don't mess with Wes by the time you clock digits I got the address so many freaks on the Maestro tip is it me my conducters stick or my money I'm no fool that's why I'm just playin it cool to all the girls who used to dis the Maes say I could have been like Ice T's wife on the cover of the albums with gold medallions but you blew it so take a valium and just swing while my sisters sing for the brother who's conducting thangs Chorus

Lady (Remix)

D'ANGELO
Hook: You're my lady (x4) Don't think I don't see them looking at you All of them wishing they could have you And as a matter of fact, uh A bunch of them are itchin' for you to scratch 'em I'm tiried of hiding what we feel I'm trying to come with the real And I'm gonna make it known Cause I want them to know Hook You're my little baby (baby) my darling baby (baby) I swear you're the talk of the town and everybody wants to know what's going down Babe, I know they've seen us before Maybe at the liquor store, or maybe at the health food stand They don't know that I'm your man Hook I can tell they're looking at us I pick you up everyday from your job And everyguy in the parking lot wants to rob me of my girl And my heart and soul, and everybody wants to treat me so cold But I know I love you and you love me There's no other lover for you or me AZ: Yeah, yo though I only paid you occasional I'm raising you up then those ivading you Pushing up persuading you with conversation That consist of solicitation false information See I deal with sophistication, shimp and lobster style You see me dressed up proper in crocodile Crock awhile I leave alone, unofficial is not your style My innger vision is this plush life living, me escaping the inner city prision Raping our women is causing havoc Breaking bonds that birth marriage this Earth was once lavish Now it's ursed left for a savage Mind, I tech mine, respect mine, let's connect projects Lex wet sex and wine all the time, the Firm staff on the climb Nas the trio, D'Angelo and Primo You know how we go Firm affiliation 9-6 Hook

King Of Rock

RUN DMC "King Of Rock"
I'm the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC's should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won't stop rockin' till I retire Now we rock the party and come correct Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect Got the right to vote and will elect And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect They called us and said we're gettin iller There's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller As one def rapper, I know I can hang I'm Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang Roll to the rock, rock to the roll DMC stands for devestating mic control You can't touch me with a ten foot pole And I even made the devil sell me his soul Now we crash through walls, cut through floors Bust through ceilings and knock down doors And when we're on the tape, we're fresh out the box You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks For every living person we're a purple treat It's me and DMC, Jay where's the beat Now we're the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool I'm DMC, I rock and roll. I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule It's not a Trick or Treat and it's not a April Fool It's all brand new, never ever old school You got the music in your body and you can't comprehend When your mind won't wiggle and your knees will bend Music ain't nothin but a people's jam It's DJ Run-DMC rockin without a band Now I walked on ice and never fell I spent my time in a plush hotel I stood on many stages, held many mics Take airplane flights, at huge heights So all you sucker MC's, you gotta say please Cause when he jumps high, I'm pulling down weeds Got a song so strong, it's knocking down trees Is it hard to believe it's Run-DMC I am from, around the way And Run goes to school, every day And Jay plays the records he has to play And we get down with no delay, HEY! I rock the party with the words I speak And Run says the rhymes that are unique And Jay cuts the records every day of the week And we are the crew that can never be beat So don't try to diss me, try to be my friend Cause if you do, you'll get yours in the end The rhymes we say, shall set a trend Because a devestating rap is what we send Every jam we play, we break two needles There's three of us but we're not the Beatles My name is Darryl, you can call him D You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC People always ask, 'DMC, what does it mean' D's for never dirty, MC for mostly clean Like we said before, we rock hardcore I'm DJ Run, I can scratch. I'm DMC, I can draw And now we got the knack, to attract Our rhyme's an aphrodisiac We'll reign on your brain and rock your knot When it comes to rock, give it all we got To be MC's, we got what it takes Let the poppers pop and the breakers break We're cool cool cats, it's like that That's the way it is, so stay the hell back We're causin hard times, for sucker MC's Cause they don't make no songs like these PERIOD!

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