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HEAVY D lyrics

Dont Curse

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featuring Kool G. Rap, Grand Puba, CL Smooth Big Daddy Kane, Pete Rock, Q-Tip [Heavy D] This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip We gonna teach these people out there who are Against saying what we want to say the right way Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire, yo Pete Rock Make it clear I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend Keep a party pimping from now to then I don't have to swear, curse or juggle Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble So mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problem There's girlies on the corner, and phifey can't solve 'em How did she say it, I'm curious G DOes she say honey love me, or baby baby, funny Anyway, we say what we wanna say Play how we wanna play, feels good that way So G Rap, huh, it's time to kick a verse Do your man a favor and don't curse [Kool G. Rap] You're telling me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse First I put a curse on every verse I kind of got outrageous Check it, even made a record on how I'm doing on the B-I-T-C-Hes Drop some verses for the bust Every word that you heard is cause I didn't give a f-, aw shucks Hey yo, I almost forgot The curse is a plot but it's getting kinda hot So I'ma let profanity retire, hey But if worse comes to worse, I'll cut you out like Richard Pryor So Grand Puba, kick a verse But do your man a favor and don't curse [Grand Puba] Don't curse bust it I won't curse, I'll take a famous curse word and just say kcuf Kcuf flipped around the other way means ha Boy when I do, I see, I can't get stuck Jump on the mic then I earn a quick buck Buck meaning loot, then I grab some boots And set wit my troops For those who can't follow and got stuck Kcuf flipped the other way means ahem, hem hem It's just a curse, I freaked a nurse in a hearse But I made sure I had my hat first CL Smooth, it's time to kick a verse God cypher the rhyme, you can't curse [CL Smooth] Go ahead ask me, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo Scooping on the skinz in the church from your bingo Sounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailor Because they made a movie when he cuss like a sailor Better yet, dialect dirty like a subway Freaking for your loot, here to make it go the other way In a vocabulary scrimage But cursing in my village ain't good for my image So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse But do your man a favor, don't curse [Big Daddy Kane] Uhn, the smooth rap inventor that enter Parental discretion's not advised so there's no need to censor Kiss on, peep it, but you want to beep it, what I feel like slapping a sticker on ya (chill chill, see) but Too magical rhymes are too tragical For any source to stop Kane from getting capital If I thought sticking me was dissing me Man, don't you know that this would be worse than Stephen King's Misery So clean all profanity, stealing all the man to be Rocking any microphone you're handing me So Heavy D, i'm about to disperse So kick another verse and don't forget not to curse (Heavy D talks) [Pete Rock] God Bless but I can't mess around wit the curses So I'm a kick verses or a verse Soul brother #1 here to kick facts Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks Your my bad bro, let's start the flow I'm a kick rhymes till it's time for me to go I can't curse cause Heavy D said so Now I'm a get back to the subject Get wreck, if you think I'm bluffing, just check Wit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earth And we didn't have to curse [Q-Tip] Yea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe Called Quest Here to wreck, y'knowhatI'msayin Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the house And we're definitley chilling on the lifted tip So bust the spit out, aha Flim flam flim, lick my big black stuff Plus I kick a curse to be rough enuff You can put the sticker where the sun don't shine So back off and let me get mine Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its Wait, don't wanna hear no drama Cause the bum didaly Heav is a fav of my mama's So i blew out get mad lifted Don't have to say up the show that I'm gifted God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st Heavy D, don't drop a curse [Heavy D] Peace, peace, peace to the preacher I'm talking about a verse without a curse that's how I reach ya I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb Backwards, no curse words, Heavy D prefers So swing, swing to the Soul bequiem rhythm Before I say goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'em CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as well Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats This funky beat was made for the street Notice how clean that we kept every verse But if worst came to worst (We all say a curse) (Free Slick Rick...)


Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (4X) Di-bi-dis-banks, hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound You wonder bout the sweat pon my brow, formulatin nouns I'll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on, right on The brown, rhymer organically grown, I've shown, while sip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo Joe Fuck, I run amuck, cause I'm the father of the fattest skatter Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually ritually catchin wreck, don't step, I cut ya I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words to prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta, brother is out there waitin on that new shit, well this is how we do kid The levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt too The front two, run through, good for you Brand new styles like Kung-Fu And rip this from the front to the back To all my peoples where you at I know you dig it when I kick Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (8X) Wadibi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna rock and don't stop, just droppin off my bags you fags When you define, the word behind, deserves you lags We blast off like launchers, launchin off the rockets If you bugs, if you act like plugs, you're gettin pulled out of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly this miraculous in lyrics they be callin me Jesus Please just call me Maliq I'm not a prophet Pass me a topic and I'll drop it Because it gets, hairier, never marry or flurries a throne To hell with a boy upon the microphone will be convenient, I'm never bein lenient on them folk who gonna slow-up cause they a dope But a-bi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop We makin touchdowns, cause we knockin butts down, so Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! (8X)

Fuk Dat

DJ Honda "DJ Honda"
[Featuring Redman] Intro: Def Squad. Comin' to you with the ultimate and the real. Straight outta the NJ. Representin' the real deal yo kickin' your ass. Scratching Dat's my word Word up Verse 1: Well it's the soup troop higher than parachutes I get wick like Jimi Hendrix off the avenue Blow your Yamahas watch me harmanize hummmm Represent the 0 7 1 0 3 to the 1 dudes Hand your guns loose rock from morn light to dawn too Break the walls fo China with steel vaginas Great balls of fire I don't need no equalizer To turn my voice low or higher like Maria Godzilla killa iller illiotic psychogaloptic runnin' for office Look at all these little Japan people that are squashin' with the funk, helicopters come So I puff, the funk diversifies from the lye Swines turn to popters into fried shrimp rice But it's no prob I'm just here to do my job And burn all you niggas third degree Dat's my word Scraching Hook: Word up in the place to be Smoking motherfuckers in the industry (x4) Verse 2: I blow the frame with I'm acting deranged Strange like Cameo on Soul Train with gold frames The 18th letter who's brain is wetter then mine? I destroy MC's of all kinds I represent no question confidentaly my mysteries are solved for Agatha Christie Death sponge my lyrical format as it crush 116th and Park got the hush What you gonna do when they come for you voodu Rollin' like Stones on tour puttin' metaphors in pause Redman's the shit with my lyrical tech ya swear that Godzilla and Gamera just met on your set Check I'm hyperactive with vocab collects Exorist style twisting your cap back perhaps You can try some new nouns and verbs in your raps Like dat but you're still wack Dat's my word Hook Verse 3: I can set it off for my people in the front in the back Milky like Simalac you can ask DJ Honda if my ganja style come from under One hit feel the thunder from this hunter Jump up while I House your Pain with the posion rock rivers to lakes Resivors in the ocean I be coastin' 5 seconds fatality lies the record Down left left punch Scoopin' y'all nigga like jacks up in the bunch Turn into a dragon bite your bodies in half in one crunch And I can do that in my raps too Tattoo leave permanent marks but I spark like gats do Any you could of died when I'm through with you This body be for you, say peace to your crew Dat's my word Hook

War Inside My Head

DREAM THEATER "Six Degrees Of Inner Turbulence"
Intro: ah yeah Dream Warriors as we enter the brink of reality battlfield trust me seven times seven times but you prefer not to here I go into a lifelong trip are you ready for this? come solider Verse 1: ringin' on into his disorder I serve the square so step there's nothing left you can't compare to the noble unbeatable length of hair that I bare so bare witness I'm physically fittin' this a desease so MC's please take a techna shot you got what I give I never get got glue to the gift so what's up dread you couldn't bob to the bass but now you're hooked like a bass head I'm about to show ya contract and attract ya blow off track come back and smack ya loaded lyrics stronger than a game of tug-o-war Dream Warriors are built right cause I got a megabyte of storage so don't tempt me I'm empty don't get too close I might absorb your energy if you're not a friend of me I grow you like cannibus make you give me a hand you can't handle this crazy rampagous makin' team ages walk through the getto with getto blasters playin' us general entrance be part of the solution you take it to your brain but your brain is confused and confusion is the style that I send don't think it makes your mind bend just journey on Chorus: draw your mics men and wipe the sweat from your dome as we enter this battle with a fearsome rage universal peace must be this outcome dust and strife stricken we have moral to the full board your steeds my minions as we path on tray me I slay the no mutiny Verse 2: take a picture of this you trying to dis so much smoke you get choked from the microphone mist aw shucks you're outta lucks yo try to tax but get waxed the song strong enough to carry you and my rhymes strong enough to bury you but I don't I make you jam until the jam is done until the cash is cahsed unto me the nickelodeon like that snap ??? back the style has hung you buy a noose produce who now this is the part mystics prevail the critics wrong song goes up in a sail the legacy begins check the store you want more then tie up your boots and just journey on pankgooes and scallowags vanish MCs who talk about me vanish when I'm on stage I'm kicking harder than a tidal wave I'm making bootys like you memory save cause when I entre pronto en delay I hear on the dispatch (mayday mayday) an S.O.S. for a new bag of sess and kick and shook you into nothing less proceed on Verse 3: on your 12th daydream you try your best to control it but the magic avoids you the stage is a street and the wink of an eye you could fry in agony of defeat now toothles ruthless and raw looking for a way to get even but you withdraw cause with no label you're disabled and handicapped but you pledge allegiance to the life of battle rap no choice now you must face your own fate no straight path so is life nothing is straight maybe one day you'll wake up and realize you the live by the sword you die by the sword suprise Dream Warrirors posseses intelligance but you cry wolf but that's irrelivant no what you must be now is simply sit back and rock in your own inequity city's the limit from when you finish your song now you journey too but what you really must do is journey on Outro: we must change we must change we must change

Ne Cheama Pamintul Earth Summoning Us

to you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls. and to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits, the curse I shall invoke the misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple claws to carve your forehead, instead of cattlebrand with iron burnt in fire in vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched in death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued by putrid blood that died what can I ever chose from your exhausted entity no fires free from dying, no undeceiving right oh, you dead men walking see, how urns now burst, the ashes resurrect alike the past, which murmurs with the battle-cry of the roman empire see the far-off shadows, they dress in steely armour and raise their noble foreheads that gone grey great traian and great cesar the rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters the rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves together are now crushed the gates of the inferno outrageously wide-opened engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths of tyrants grim who perish oh, holy visionary minds, who set the stars to sing... who create another world on this realms of mud and grime fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light all is dust, the world's like this, and so we all are

Duel Of The Iron Mic

Genius "Liquid Swords"
Intro: Ohh mad one We see your trap You can never escape, your fate Submit with honor to a duel, with my son I agree I see you using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it from You know very well, it's yours too [Yo God, it's a duel, it's a duel] Heh, by the Gods, will you show me? [buck buck buck buck buck buck ] And where do you come for? [Duel of the Iron Mic ] You come here, since you're so interested [Duel of the Iron Mic ] Fight me [In the moonlight niggaz I will strike] [What, what? Bring it!] Verse One: The Genius Yo Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings Slow moving MC's is waitin for the editin The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors, and biblical papers Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides on July 4th in Bed-Stuy Where money don't grown on trees and there's thievin MC's Who cut-throat to rake leaves They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver Chorus: Ol Dirty Bastard Duel of the Iron Mic! It's the fifty-two fatal strikes! Verse Two: Master Killer This is not a eighty-five affair, made clear when the Gods get on to perform storms blew up Wu's up, causin the crowd to self-destruct Killer bees are stingin somethin while I reveal Science, that's heavily guarded by the culprit Bombin your barracks, with aerodynamic swordplay, poison darts by the doorway Minds that's laced with explosive doses Damagin lyrical launcher Lunge at the youthful offender then injure any contender, testin the murderous Master could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts explode through your barrier, rips the retina Who can withstand the astonishing punishing Stings to the sternum, shocked in the hip-hop livestock Seekin for a serum, to cure em Verse Three: Inspector Deck Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust Duckin handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush Out of town foes look shook but still pose We move lioke real pros through the streets we stroll Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six oh So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold Bulding lobbies are graveyards for small-timers Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas No peace, yo the police mad corrupt You get bagged up, dependin if you're passin the cut Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's livin heartless Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard Duel of the iron mics [The master, he must be dreaming, heh] It's that fifty-two fatal strikes [Well, if he is dreaming...] Duel of the iron mics [...then he must be asleep] It's that fifty-two fatal strikes, NUH [And if he is asleep] [then I will wake him up!] [WeahhhHAAH-HAH-HAH!] At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy In the passion and depth of their struggle They very art, that had raised them through such rapiant heights was lost Their techniques, vanished

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