Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

GANG STARR lyrics - Step In The Arena

Take A Rest

Original and similar lyrics
Now what you hear is not a test Sugarhill Gang (cut up 4X by DJ Premier) [Guru] Well goodness gracious let me just take this time out to pull a rhyme out and update this For you and yours simply because Some MC's have luck but suck So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says sick 'em Positive is the mindstate but it could still mean that I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and They think they know things, like what I'm about and They try to analyze criticize scandalize The outcome is death, don't ask me to sympathize Realize, that I'm not to be played with I'll flip so fast, you won't know I'm the same kid I'm tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds You've got no leads, so you shoot blanks It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks Bankin my money, and investin it wisely Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me I'm the dominant one, call me the prominant one And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the dumb deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind Eatin MC's with ease like it's lunchtime or crunchtime, when they get done without warning I'll bust that butt from nighttime til morning Your song's boring, and so I'm scoring much points cause when it's time to throw joints I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage I invade the stage, and make you get off The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off And that's just in case you might be wearin a vest Cause you're simply a pest in this mess I suggest you Take a rest If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest -- KRS-One (DJ Premier cuts 2X) [Guru] Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear and concise with a nice dope voice and killin the fakes like a taste of some poison Punks are thinkin they're alla that, their voices are all flat They're findin their names, in a Wack Rapper's Almanac Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays Days will go by, and soon you'll know why MC's like me will rise like the Enterprise Starship, headin straight for the target Destination, a place where no perpetration is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain How some MC's are scared to ride on a Four train Or any other train in the city, for that matter Playin a role that they stole like a batter But I know they ain't so I'll paint the real picture My vocals go solo and like a bolo I'll hitcha square in your face I'll crack your ribs and your chest Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed I'm gonna bust that bubble on the double take a rest (DJ Premier cuts take a rest for the chorus) [Guru] Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out But you can't blame me, for bringin disaster With all these ducks, claimin that they're the masters Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster Now they're wondering how they lost their touch Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much I'm the innovative one, call me the creative one and I won't stop til the job is done All the slobs just run when I come to get some Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter They get bust you can trust cause I won't let a booty-ass rapper get wins against me? I guarantee that I won't act friendly Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick No substance, no value, but nevertheless They're gettin daytime play but I still say they should take a rest (DJ Premier cuts take a rest for four bars, then song fades)

Snowblind Entropy

Luxt "Razing Eden"
Crumbling rust and rain, The stains reveal the years to me. No fears come close to entropy. The slowest choking of beauty. So metaphorical the paint, And tearing paper cries. Such wettened eyes revealing What comes to everyone in time. The cracking edges rushing in, To show the bone behind the soul, Control is far beyond all reach, I seek an answer that's not no . Inside my organs burning, Creeping into rotting shells. Outside this skin's surrender. To the father of the muse of hell. I will refuse the knife of time. The sickness of encroaching lines. Pushing my light into the bleak. Chasm of this snow-blind deceit. This weak frame will falter, And wither like the rotting leaves, Are we of sterner stuff than flesh, Perhaps the things that we believe? Are we enhancing evolution, or just spackling the faults, Expectancy is such a focus, blind to windows for the walls. Forever calls me, is it teasing, or sincere? On one hand of time is bliss, but on the other hand eternal fear. So as the light lies fading, And eyelids turn to lead, We'll never know what is or isn't, Waiting for us till we're...

That Bullshit

Casual "Fear Itself"
The coming of the new Overlordian I I be the boy within the man so why try I never needed comp I never wanted comp I feels I exceeded the skills needed I'm rough with the stuff enough puff they got But they not the shot I got the proof Aloof type fella helluva guy I love myself and my high Roll with finks and if it's essential Yo even if it don't mean shit I will convince you Since you never been in my brain You probably never noticed the array of the pain But I gain, no pain no gain no brain no sane thoughts, will be maintained, so I keep my head on Can't be fuckin with that buddha too of-ten I'm new to that, but I'm true to that Due to mack policies, I need to know if I know This is Me-O-Mi-O-Why Chorus: Me-O-Mi-O (repeat 8x) Me-O-Mi-O I'm tryin to let the fly know, what I know I never been a shy bro, strictly getting, ends Hitting, skins, along with men, who set, trends I base my reasoning Upon Casual, having nuff seasoning And plus I please a Queen, when I choose too Never can decide which one, to give juice to, hah I'm always with a dip on a trip And if baby wanna flip, she can, skip Similar to rattles, so I apply the proper poetry used to gets flames thrown promptly, with my prowess I live a life of malice, but still I feel that I will never forget, who my pal is So now you need to learn or know like I know The info, is in Me-O-Mi-O-Why Chorus The autobiography of me Misconstrued thoughts of my pops made me be This one rude individual when my mood is in the critical stages it's pitiful the way I get the pull Flame from the mysteries, so I twist the G's that's around me Releasing frustration by clowning But now think of those who ain't exposed behind closed doors That I post more than I really do But really who's to blame? No scapegoat, I just shape dope Wishin to make over a career But will I say, when my parents say, rap won't stay Don't they know, yet they won't show, as I flow Keepin the rhymes constant, John spent, time in rhymin So I'm sure that I'm gonna get mine then The end, come dine with my family and friends And a calamity, couldn't cram the G when I be-gin Chorus

The Chubbster

Chubb Rock "The One"
Come on y'all, let's go to work! - Flavor Flav [Chubb Rock] 6 foot 3, 260 and change ?? ?? a little comedic and strange Because we can have many friends, at least people that they call that They use your brain but they're insane because I ignore that No ego, cause I will be no, platinum big-headed rapper that don't realize there's two directions on the ladder You wanna go 'head, walk straight, walk good Don't blame your sales on retails, thinkin that the store should think of reordering about five-hundred thousand Just be glad of the success you had and you're arousin Somebody's brain out there, your year's gonna come You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me Waitin for my turn to burn and get a million-five, and a tax return that be reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses New Kids on the Block, stick to pop No more making black songs, wack songs please stop! If show business is a woman, I don't trust her but she's gonna get knocked by The Chubbster Come on y'all, let's go to work! - Flavor Flav [Chubb Rock] The Chubbster, a man that came out about 1986 with the help of Dr. Ice in the mix And even then, kickin lyrics that was quite potent Howie by my side, with his pesticide for the rodents I'd flow - get on the mic and say, Yo one two Test and MC's start fessin Jettin cause my weapon among the children was my gung-ho attitude to use my tongue and lash and lick them up then pick them up then just fix them up then mix them up with a knowledgeable man that went to college and astonished racist teachers with all the modern preachers Crack beepers, yes knowledgeable preachers but that didn't effect, The Chubbster I'm from Brooklyn, so I have a little hustler in my blood, when I kick the scam, they all will flock to it Get my music and bop to it Gassed my head but I was goin for my doctorate or my Ph.D in P-A-I-D, see I got into the business to get paid not sprayed with BS which is an acronym for a much larger word and if preferred, I'll say it But then again; radio won't play it cause they're cracking down on hip-hop but it will not slow down or stop Every year it creates a sellout tour and this year has room for The Chubbster .. go to work! - Flavor Flav .. go to work! - Flavor Flav .. go to work! - Flavor Flav Come on y'all, let's go to work! - Flavor Flav [Chubb Rock] Conceited I'm not, but convinced I am Slam a jam that'll scare even the Son of Sam In Sing-Sing he will sing simple songs to bring tears to your eyes, because you deny he's a king such as myself, cause myself is on his shelf As for myself, I went for self cause myself needs financial health and wealth like ki's for G's cause cocaine ki's is for those who have morphine needs Veins all ripped up, capillaries all stitched up A grand a day, hey you slipped up The Chubbster doesn't believe in the drug scene Able to make me feel hip? I'd rather wear Gabberdine's My quarter fill will be my thrill My Clyde's will collide with my grill, as for drugs that's nil Not or no, cause Yo! MTV will never see me smokin rocks and ban me from The Box with Disney Cause drugs can't assist me or assist you Blood on your tissue that's ill so chill And when you come back you better come back even harder Praise to the man upstairs, yes The Father Positive tip, now dance on the floor and have room for The Chubbster Come on y'all, let's go to work! - Flavor Flav [Chubb Rock] In ninety-one you will find me just chillin countin shillings livin it up is a must A Benz is not needed to portray my wealth A Jaguar is not a symbol for a star but Nelson Mandela, is a fellow I consider to be true blue Long live the ANC, Walter Sisulu The rest of the people involved, the problem isn't solved yet but you can bet.. that united we stand, divided it's over Without us, this planet will begin to nova and get cold, dark and scary like Pluto And then who do you call? You know, The Chubbster

The Prodigal Son Suite

Keith Green
I was done hoeing, out in the fields for the day. I was thinking of going, I had to leave right away. My life was just fading, and though I felt so alone, the nearest young maiden was, a full day's ride from home. My father was reading, the holy books in his room, my heart was just pleading, I knew I had to go soon. He smiled and pointed, to an old wooden chair, I wanted to hold him, but then I just wouldn't dare! I said Father there's so much to know, there's a world of things to see and I'm ready, to go and make a life for myself. If you give me what is mine, I will go if I can have your blessing, but if you won't bless my journey, I'm going to leave anyway. Son, I've always tried my, best for you, but if, you must be leaving home, then go, with the blessing, of God. Not too many days later, I was well on my way. I met a traveling stranger, who seemed to have much to say. He told me tales of the city, and all the women he had. I asked him wasn't that sinful? He said No, it isn't that bad! Then a few days later, on an old city road, we were drowning in laughter, and we had women to hold. And this went on quite a long time, my father gave me a lot. But when my pockets were empty Lord oh, my friends all left me rot! Then a famine hit and drained the land, everywhere I looked I saw starvation, and a job was so hard to find. I wandered through the city streets, competing for the food of common beggars, up till then I'd never known hunger, but now I wasn't too proud. I finally found some employment, feeng pigs on a farm. I wasn't treated too kindly Lord, I had to sleep in the barn. I had to eat with swine! The bread I ate was like stone. It didn't take too much time until, I was dreaming of home! Oh! the servants there are better fed, if I could only have what my father gives them, I would truly need nothing more. Oh I will go and say to him, I'm no longer worthy to be in you family, will you take me as your servant? And let me live with them? It didn't take too long to, pack my things. I left with only what I wore, and I prayed, that I still had, a home. I was near home, in sight of the house. My father just stared, dropped open his mouth. He ran up the road, and fell to my feet, and cried, and cried. Father, I've sinned, Heaven's ashamed. I'm no longer worthy, to wear your name, I've learned that my home, is right where you are, Oh father, take me in. Bring the best robe, put it on my son. Shoes for his feet, hurry, put them on. This is my son, who I thought had died. Prepare a feast, for my son's life! I prayed and prayed, never heard a sound. My son was lost, Oh Thank you God! He's found! My son was dead and he's now alive. Prepare a feast for my son's life! My son was dead, my son was lost. My son returned in the hands of God.

To Da Break Of Dawn

LL COOL J "Mama Said Knock You Out"
Yeah (To da break of dawn) All my sex involved As we get funky Rhymes so bizarre Everybody knows When it come to a situation like this Little more effects And I can't resist So we get funky in the house Youknowmsayin L.L. Cool J style What This ain't on a pop tip Check it out [ VERSE 1 ] [ dissing Kool Moe Dee ] What is a panther A animal that kills I'm like a shark with blood comin out the gills You could never in your wildest dreams Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine Now you're gettin done without Vaseline Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow Made another million, so competators bow Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on Ha, you can't handle the whole weight Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate Wise up, you little burnt up french fry I'm that type of guy And I slammed you know, just like a sumo Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme Somethin like Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo! You little blood-clot boy, you must not know The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap And freak with a chic unique technique Get rid of the yukmouth smile Cause brother, you ain't got no style Keep on (To da break of dawn) (To da break of dawn) Yeah Keep on (To da break of dawn) Hey yo, that's kinda funky But check this out here (Rock that shit) (To da break of dawn) Yeah... [ VERSE 2 ] [ dissing M.C. Hammer ] Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse And spread the news, you lose To the damager, microphone manager Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur That amateur swingin a hammer >From a body bag, so run and get your camera Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift But I'm the wrong brother to dance with Cause I don't need a partner to swing Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring Shootin the gift, but you just don't shoot it right You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town So don't try to play post, clown You know the L.L.'s back in town And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down (_shot_) Gimme that microphone I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone Stop dancin, get to walkin Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter - woof! Now you're cut loose From that jherri curl juice Cool J is back on the map And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap That's right, a little kick for that crap Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap Keep on (To da break of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) Funk it up I said keep on (To da break of dawn) (Yo, rock that shit) (To da break of dawn) Check this out Yeah... [ VERSE 3 ] [ dissing Ice-T ] How dare you stand beside me I'm Cool, I freeze I-c-e On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients But I'ma drink you down over the rocks While I freak on your album cover jocks You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon I took the cover right home to the bathroom In the immortal words of L.L., 'hard as hell' Your broad wears it well She's the reason that your record sold a few copies But your rhymes are sloppy Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes You little hip-hop racoon I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief Workin in a parking lot A brother with a perm deserves to get burned So tell me how you like your coat cream On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream With your tv on channel fuzz Uncle L, that's how much damage he does Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab Keep on (To da break of dawn) Yeah (To da break of dawn) I say keep on (To da break of dawn) Just wanted to funk it up a little bit My man Pete Rock is up in the crib Youknowmsayin Over here at Marley Marl house Just coolin out My man Clash in the house Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler Loungin back Keep on Peace

Was it funny? Share it with friends!