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Kool Moe Dee lyrics - Knowledge Is King

Get The Picture

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Yo I had to go for mine From the bottom to the top is a hard climb But hard rhymes beat hard times Gimme a spotlight and I'll shine Brither than the brightest star No matter who you are You're outdone I won And for the coup de grace Competition turns into fans Like a politician My competition spans From country to country It's never too far cause I'll take 'em all From the Shah to the Czar The Fu Man Chu The Prime Minister too The King and the Queen My rhymes are so mean I'll do A number on the country Like never before Is it a contest Or the threat of world war Choose your weapon no half-steppin' And let's go But if ya steppin' watch ya step And step slow Take your time change your mind Cause steppin' to my rhyme is like steppin' on a land mine Blowing you to kingdom come This ain't Vietnam A brother thinks he's ready for war brings him on A perilous journey You catch a hernia Trying to burn me Cause like an attorney I'll Cross-examine Your rhymes of my design And I'm styill standing Tall As the competition falls In actuality ain't no competition y'all Cause I'm rollin' over Rappers like a U.S. tank Meanwhile laughin' all the way to the bank Get the picture (3x) Suckers Tried to put me down Siad rap was crap And wouldn't be around Any longer than two years But eight years later I'm still here Fully paid Because the rhymes I made Made dollars and cents I wasn't dense I stayed Away from drugs I never touched a pipe When I wanna get high I smoke the mic I never did white lines I only write lines And I ain't sniffin' nothing but The vapors from hype rhymes As I start to float On the rhymes I wrote Ascending to a level with the gods and I tote Loads and mounds of people As they reach new heights A half-a-mile from heaven is the party site And I'm the attraction The ods will be packed in Coming out of their pockets for me to rock it And acting Like they've never ever ever been entertained They try to act godly but they can't maintain Aphrodite would freak As her knees get weak And Venus would peak Off every word I speak Zeus would get loose Fully induced I'll make Apollo's ryhmes sound like Mother Goose By night's end Mercury is so hyped He'd spread the word That there's a god on the mic Captivating all the other gods By the masses Described as a dark-skinned brother in glasses But unlike the other gods I ain't a myth You wanna rif I suggest you take the fifth Get the picture (3x) Knowledge Is the source of my success History is the course And life's the test For those who don't know History's repetitive Lack of knowledge Serves as a sedative Makes you relax and max The lack of facts Holds you back The odds are stacked Against a weak mind Makes a meek mind But mine ain't weak I got a piece and I'ma speak mine Telling you the truth I raise the roof With rhymes so hard I'm bulletproof One slip of the lip Could sink your ship You wanna get hip Let's take a trip All aboard This is the last call I ain't a mandate cause I'll only ask y'all Once and only once To purchase a ticket Get on the rap train Watch me kick it From state to state And every little hick town They'll all be down With the new hip sound Treating me like more Than just a star of the sport But more like the judge in a court Y'all rise And raise your hands in the air Pump your fists And solemnly swear To rock the truth The whole truth And nothing but the truth Not only the youth Cause the young and the old Are all alike It makes no difference When I'm on the mic For those who can't Visualize what their eyes can't see You wanna get the picture Focus on me Get the picture (3x)

Punk Is Dead

Crass
Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze They say forget yourself, adorn with this disguise This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass Is your reflection all the you will recognise? That cruel lie will stare you in the face Wrapped up in a haze and flow of bridal gown They tell your lover he must hold a gun You're the pornographic reassurance he's a man They deal with flesh, incarcerate with rags Red lips, shimmer-silk and body-bags Hairless legs against the blistered napalm burn I want to rape the substance of your downy hair In that mist a gutted child fights for air Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield At least the blood red poppy was of natures will That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence Must be insulted by your scented poor pretence Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now You traumatise my love with needle doubts I want so gently to remove your mask It's hard enough to find water here In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill Your bondages of silk robes and lace Are the bandages on a bullet punctured corpse The layers of precious imitation worn Are the layers of history that suffocates the unborn

The Scoop

BEASTIE BOYS "Ill Communication"
I Don't get Blind I Don't Drink Wine I Took A Sledge Hammer And I Broke My Nine Because My Record Is Mine, Word Is Born I Rhyme And Everey Day I Write The Book Down Line By Line I'm Feeling Good When I Do It Like This So Come On And Turn It Up Because You Can't Resist Because I'm Back With Another Track Wich You Lack 'Cause Things Is Wack And That's A Fact Because I'm On Time, You're Shouting Rewind You Know It's Ad Rock That's Blowing Your Mind My Shit Is Rough And You Know It Is So Damn Tough I'm Getting Intense, Not Talking Nonsese I Made Up My Mind, Not Sitting On The Fence I Don't Always Know The Right From The Wrong I Do My Best To Figure It Out And Work It Out In The Long I Try To Do A Lot More Than I Can Chew Balance Out My Ambition's What I've Got To Do Because You Hide In Broad Day Light, A Parasite A Hypocrite, You Take A Peek Quick You Turn Your Nose Up, You Think You're High Up You Play It Real Safe And Now Your Shit's Fake I Seen You Hawking And Then You Clock My Style And Then You Try To Play It Off Like You Think You're Wild D.I.Y. That Means Do It Yourself I Don't Sit Around Waiting For Someone's Help Don't Sit Back And Say Good Enough Keep On Striving, Reinventing But Keeping It Off The Cuff So Kick The Level Up Cuhootnified Mackadocius Vibes Positively Fortified I'm Throwing Rhymes Down Kicking Them Downtown Traveling High Speed Through The Underground I Kick It Free Style, Make It Worth Your While I've Got Shelves Of Rhymes That I Keep On File I'm Feeling Good Now Back Home Again New York City Is The City That I Feel At Home In A Blast From The Grasshoff Awhile It's Been Stepping Into The Future Again I'm Straight From The 88 To 93 To 94, I'm Out The Door Step Into The Party With The Fila Fresh Gear People Looking At Me Like I Was David Koresh Here Kicking Rhymes From The Heart 'Cause That's Where I'm At Fuck The Bullshit, Be It Far From Me To Pop That In The Search For Truth, I Go A Lot Of Ways There's Not A Lot Of Peace, That I Find These Days I Try To Stay Cool, I Try To Stay Calm But My Life Is Getting Hectic Like A Smoke Bomb So I'll Say It Like The Group Huggy Bear There's A Boy-Grrrl Revolution Of Wich You Should Be Aware You Can't Dis Me, It Ain't Worth It, B You Put Yourself Down And You Don't Even See Cause I Don't Play That, I Know Who I Am For A Minute, I Did But Now I'm Back Again I'm Feeling Strong See, Trust Myself G Well I Stopped Smoking Cheeba And That Was Part Of The Key We've Got Fire, We Need Water There ain't No Water So I Guess I Ought To Leave You Broke In A Comatose State Of Mind And I'm Blind And I'm Working Overtime, So Check It I Keep My Rhymes In A Little Black Book And I Know You Want To Take Another Look

Hip Hop (Remix)

JOELL ORTIZ
[Intro: Joell Ortiz {Jadakiss}] Yo do me a favor? (what?) Accidentally step on your white sunglasses (ha ha ha) We don't wear those over here, this is hip-hop {uh-huh} This is Carhart jackets (yeah) Timberland boots unlaced {yup} This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries {uhh} R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it) This is us still fightin police brutality {AH-HAH!} [Jadakiss:] Everybody runnin they mouth 'bout how they real Ringtones blowin the doors off album sales Need to be tellin the people 'bout how they feel So that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel I'll Music just ain't what it used to We used to have songs that, you could shoplift or boost to This is the truth too, listen we gon' pop in the Juice Crew Then run up in the mall, get loose boo Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes Five Percenters teachin the god lines Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen Fashion statements, bats was safe then Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in [Chorus x2: Joell Ortiz] Aww man (man) this is hip-hop Hands up, if you forever a fan of hip-hop I wake up hip-hop, go to sleep hip-hop Dream about hip-hop, cause I am hip-hop [Joell Ortiz:] Uhh, geah, check I said hip-hop, started out in the park Man I knew it was goin down from the start I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart Butterflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart It's hip-hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot shit Watch the kid rock albums, I hurt verses And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when I'm like a NBA game, nothin less than 10 It's like all kinda diseases infest my pen I'm sick [cough] I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm This gift, could be a curse if you don't use it right So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage Dudes worship him, girls be draggin him off the stage You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track Give your producer my contacts I'll murder that [Chorus] [over Chorus: Saigon] Knahmean? J-O! See you my nigga, haha Bring this shit back man Bring it back in time man, check [Saigon:] Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap Nas came back (Bridgin' the Gap) Joey Crack told the whole map to (Lean Back) For a second you woulda thought New York was takin the scene back Even Ja dropped a mean track - it went "I'm from New York!" The first city that have heads to fiend for crack Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and shit I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix Than them platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist Know a philosopher that reads the pages So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages (Aww man) It's like I'm in a race against time Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed I thought automatically that my face'll get shine But bein lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme Cause so, still I annihilate though The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow The day y'all could fuck with me or Joell Ortiz? That's the day Hell gon' freeze [Chorus] [Joell:] Aww man [echoes]

My Melody

Eric B. Rakim "Paid In Full"
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar I'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the R A-k-i-m, not like the rest of them, I'm not on a list That's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientist My melody's in a code, the very next episode Has the mic often distortin', ready to explode I keep the mic at Fahrenheit, freeze MC's to make 'em colder The listener's system is kickin' like solar As I memorize, advertise, like a poet Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough That's why the moral of my story I tell'll be Nobody beats the R, check out my melody So what, I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I seen One of these four MC's so they don't have to scream I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test it, Let 'My Melody' play, then a record suggest it I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm Any MC that disagree with me wave your arm And I'll break, when I'm through breakin' I'll leave you broke Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait I won't push, I won't beat around the bush I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to You might try but you can't get close to Because I'm number one, competition is none I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun 'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall Or just writin my name in graffiti on the wall You shouldn't have told me you said you controlled me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your money, pull out your cut Pull up a chair, and I'm a tear shit up My name is Rakim Allah, and R and A stands for Ra Switch it around, it still comes out R So easily will I e-m-c-e-e My repetition of words is check out my melody Some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice I wouldn't a came and said my name and run same weak shit Puttin' blurbs and slurs and words that don't fit In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone I take this more serious than just a poem Rockin party to party, backyard to yard I tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp I can swing off anything even a string of a harp Just turn it on and start rockin, mine, no introduction 'Til I finish droppin science, no interruption When I approach I exercise like a coach Usin' a melody and add new verse(?) and notes So when the mic and the R-a-k-i-m It's attached, like a match I will strike again Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped Put in a order to pursue with the momentum except I say one rhyme out of order, a longer rhyme shorter, A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor Melody arranger, poet, etcetera Extra event, the grand finale-like bonus I am the man they call the microphonist With wisdom, which means wise words bein' spoken Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin' I came to express the rap I manifest Stand in my way and I'll veto on the word's protest MC's that wanna be vissed(?), they're gonna Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta All they can go get is me a glass of Moet A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet I take 7 MC's put 'em in a line And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine Now that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin' No fessin', no messin' around, no chewin' No robbin', no buyin', bitin', why bother This slob'll stop tryin', fightin' to follow My unusual style will confuse you a while And if I was water, I'd flow in the Nile So many rhymes you won't have time to go for yours Just because of applause I have to pause Right after tonight is when I prepare To catch another sucka duck MC out there 'Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe And after this you'll call me your majesty My melody Yes, my melody Eric B. Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it Eric B. made a cut and advertised it My melody's created for MC's in the place They try to listen cuz I'm dissin them so pick up your face Shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace Now you're buggin', almost doggin' off my rhyme-like bass The melody that I'm stylin', smooth as a violin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island My wisdom is swift, no matter if My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff I'm genuine like leather - reclined to be clever MC, you'll beat the R, I'll say Oh never So Eric B., cut it easily and check out my melody...

Yours & Mine

JERMAINE DUPRI (JD) "Instructions"
[J.D. talking] J.E. y'all, uh, J.D. y'all, that's me Swizz Beats, come on [Chorus - Jagged Edge (J.D. talking with chorus)] What is yours and mine Yeah, uh huh Break this up, none of that stuff This right here What is yours and mine Is a story about a nigga Work too hard, way too much wit a lot of paper What is yours and mine Ha, ha, and his girl Whatever you won't, can't stop us See, when you gotta lot man What is yours and mine It ain't shit if you can't share it Me and you, what is yours and mine You understand what I'm saying [Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri] Listen, uh, I remember when we first hooked up you was only 17 Cut off shirts and jeans, was ya only way seen What I had didn't matter, it was all about us All day on the phone and the stuff we discussed I used to come over when ya mom's was gon' (Oow) We ain't know what we were doin' but we got our freak on And one thing lead to another, I introduced you to my mother Like, Ma, this my girl, that's when it started gettin' real Feelings stared gettin' caught, gifts stared gettin' bought And everybody knew the deal We used to hang out, kiss, argue, and all that Hang up the phone and call right back I got to know you like the back of my hand And, you got to show me hoe a girl love a man And, we took a small thing to a new land And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand [Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)] What is yours and mine (Uh huh, yo) Break this up, none of that stuff (Listen to me baby) What is yours and mine (Uh huh) Work too hard, way too much (See, we worked too hard) What is yours and mine (Yo, listen to me baby) Whatever you won't, can't stop us (Yeah) What is yours and mine (Yeah) Me and you, what is yours and mine (Me and you) [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] The older we got, everybody said y'all gon' change But when 2-1 came, we was still in the game 92's new version of, Bonnie and Clyde No matter what it was, we was side by side You know the type you see gettin' in the photo booth Matchin' shirts, flea market, photo shoots Everything I saw cute, shit, you had to have it What's a fly life if a nigga can't share it Every new dollar made, I put it on you Hit the Porsche dealership shit, nigga bought two And when I went away, I got ya named tattooed A yo, I try to put the big bling on ya hand Cause uh, you show me how a girl love a man And, we took a small thing to a new land And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand, it's real [Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)] What is yours and mine (Yeah, uh huh) Break this up, none of that stuff (Uh. listen to me baby) What is yours and mine (Uh) Work too hard, way too much (We worked too hard) What is yours and mine (Listen to me baby) Whatever you won't, can't stop us What is yours and mine Me and you, what is yours and mine [J.D. talking with last two lines of chorus] Yo all my niggas that understand what I'm saying Look ya girl in the eyes and say [Verse 3 - Jagged Edge] Girl you so off the chain (Off the chain) You took a playa straight out the game (Straight out the game) Now I know what a good thing feel like (Feels good [x4]) I know, I gotta have it in my life Gotta playa messed up inside (Up inside) Made a nigga just wanna do right (Do right) Me and you is like Dre and Snoop Dogg (Dre and Snoop) Long as we together we can have it all [J.D. talking] Ha, know what I'm talkin' bout When you love her man, sing to her man It ain't shit, man you know what I'm sayin', ball on Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Now ride out

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