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Kool Moe Dee lyrics - Knowledge Is King

Pump Your Fist

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I'm T-N-T And I just can't lose An emcee with a fuse When it's lit I hit With the lyrical wit Of a scientist Tryin' this Sugar coated Rhyme loaded With gunpowder Now see how the Crowd will yell louder Now the Rhyme is dropped You hear a pop You think it's a shot But you just can't stop Your heart vibrates At my rate So why wait I hate to be irate Anger causes rhyme combustion Like a tornado winds start gustin' Rhymes unload reload and explode Riding on the same wave Malcolm X rode On a higher level cause I left the rest Outcast outlast f- the press When I hit it's like a bulldozer Boom and there goes ya Whole world up in smoke Cause when I go I go for broke Yo I'm on the hyped tip I get on the mic with Tunnel vision Cause I'm mic whipped Strung from the lung to tongue I breathe rhymes That come from A zone that's hidden And forbidden If any man enters Good riddance Cause a mortal mind Is just no contest The rhyme zone Is my conquest The Twilight Zone Will seem like child's play Am I a genius I'll say I'm so cool And yet so hyped When I'm on the mic It's something like World War II Remember Pearl Harbor Fireworks But don't bother To run for cover You don't escape On record Compact disc or tape Once you play it The fuse is lit An explosion You gettin' hit Rhythmic prophecies Visions visions I forsee Me blowin' up in your face Now stop to see Smoke fumes In the shape of a mushroom Cloud the room Cause I went boom I'll light the sky Like Halley's Comet When it comes to rap I'm it I'm blowin' up I'm blowin' up For the fans that crave Hip hop with relevance I'm here to save Rap from an early grave Like a god I gave Life to the mic As I watch it enslave All the sellouts Who yell out Obscenities and spell out Money to propell out Of the ghetto But like Othello You kill the mic A cappella You're in the rap cellar You rap like Rap is a dash for cash You'll run out of gas It's a marathon How long can you last With repetitious nothing Renditions of something You can't create So you imitate the pumpin' Only the strongest Can last the longest I last My reign is the longest In hip-hop history Check the book Victory after victory Man look Rappin' is a science The mic is an appliance So I applied it To an alliance of words Put 'em in a rhyme zone Blow 'em up Like a time bomb Other emcees Caugt the debris Little bits and pieces of me Put my ideas on A track you laid Is like pulling my pen Like a grenade I'm blowin' up Clap Your hands to that Old track that brought back The man that rap Better than the next man I take an ex-fan And make 'em rock harder than any other can Whoever didn't understand My game plan Should feel ashamed Like a lame Cause I'm the same man That ran the rap yard for years Worked hard for years Never got paid slaved and starved for years Then other rappers came off With rhymes that were soft I went with the flow And you said that I fell off Don't be bogus Where's your focus Did what I had to do to make you take notice Now the dollar's rolling No more holding Back the rap attack I'm back on top controlling The whole rap game again Like I did way back when Def Jam was a dream I mean I was slaying men I opened my eyes realized and revised How to get paid Money was made Cause I'm wise Enough to do anything So I did it Weak rappers forget it We've passed the time Of the nickel and dime rhyme The proof is in the pudding that's Why I'm blowin' up I'm blowin' up Whoever thinks he wants some He don't want none He's got to be insane Or plain dumb But if you think You got something to prove Jump make your move But come in a tank And ten suits of armor I won't whip ya I'll bomb ya When you're on fire It still ain't enough Cause I won't just bury you boy I'll blow ya up

Sticky Icky Situations

ABK (ANYBODY KILLA) "Hatchet Warrior"
[Verse 1: Anybody Killa] My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothin' So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him Sometimes I feel like a nut Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks I hear voices tellin' me to do it (Do it) How would you act if you had to live through it? Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much? Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!) Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up) Sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply Me and J steady smokin' pounds So at least have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!) Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back Bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at? B-L-A-Z-E, ABK And we got Esham and Violent J Juggalos outside in the parking lot Because y'all know how we get sparked a lot Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist And when we all get together we see diamond mist [Verse 3: Violent J] I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!) I like it cause it fuck with my head I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated Now who the fuck don't like my flow? You ain't heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head And without it you fucks would be dead I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez I like cheese, I'm a serial pleez I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere My homies call me Smokey The Bear Tell that pokey beware, don't come near here Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair I'm a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy Zug Island, Del Ray I aint's ta toy My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots Until you out like quamay's pokadots I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke They only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas Ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!) I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine [Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Break it down and roll it up, smokin' blunts all night Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight Sticky icky situations, dehydrated Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded [Verse 4: Esham] I'm in the water with the sharks bleedin' That's why I be a killa for no reason, speedin' My flows dope like OZ's and Crush pounds and trees and, I'm all season Veteran, no one does it better than they (We) E and J, (Hey) ABK And that's my man and them (What's up?) And I always blow ganj with them Detroit playas too advanced for them We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them So if you ever get a chance to glance at them Baby boy say holla back, answer him H-U-S-T-L-E-R Yes, that's what the hell we are See, me and Blaze, wicked ways Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K's I can walk on water, spit fire and ice Chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice Still shoot dice, up against the wall so nice Still F-U-C-K the po-lice Think twice like the 3 blind mice But don't give me no advice I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist And still pimp hoes like Heidi Floess

Off 2 The Races

JOE BUDDEN "A Loose Quarter"
[Hook] And we're off to the races, places Ready, set the gate is down and now we're goin' in To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin Boy you're so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe You are my one true love, you are my one true love [Verse 1] Let her know I’m here if she ever need me to be with her As long as she know I can never be with her She asks you why, I just need you to keep it G with her Tell her I found the happiness that I could never see with her 3 years after that break up, should’ve had closure by now We’d be best friends, you’d have let this end we’d be closer by now What you want is upset, hostile, angry, evil, jealous, bitter shit Fuck makin your bed and lying in it, you bought that house, live with it I came to you for a second chance, you gave me your ass to kiss Found another salad to toss, how the fuck is you mad at this? Oh, I forgot, you not in love anymore And I’d believe it, but see I’m not on drugs anymore That’s based on action, words I stopped believing still I hear it though Would you save them if you knew they became meaningless to me years ago? But if happiness is the finish line, I beat you there So karma must be real cause since we broke up he ain’t treat you fair [Hook] [Verse 2] Remember our break up? I rapped about it on Downfall But you know I don’t stay down for long Remember you met that other dude, he’s smarter and more mature With more bread that you’d thought would be around for long Remember you pulled the rug from under me, left me to be alone I threatened suicide, bang, was crazy about you But that stalker dude was still right to the point you waste that for this name And when we speak now you still say I’m crazy without you, my My, how the tables have turned Or are they bending just a little, you resent it just a little Cause dude that ruined your life made you doubt yours It’s the reason that loneliness you gave me is now yours, check it Your perspective I can’t even call it hatin You mad at the situation, really it ain’t even Kaylin We both sympathized, that pain is felt and shared To watch a man that you helped better display it elsewhere Watch a man you spent years with, grew with Come across to someone that you want nothing to do with To sleep in a bed with "what ifs?" instead of something special How can you get over us? The public won’t even let you I know to wake up with that fear is gross Love me from far cause you scared to get close But what are you fearing the most? If happiness is the finish line I beat you there I always thought that when you’d put the baggage down I’d meet you there [Hook] [Verse 3] Uh, let’s bring up the speed a lil bit Now a nigga balling, you still tell me to grow some Entertaining threesomes, you don’t think that it’s wholesome Say that you can’t trust me, think I’m out here trashing you Got a lot of answers to questions I don’t be asking you I tried to be friends so I don’t see a problem passing through You welcome a nigga to pain, it is me harassing you You must be misconstruing my love and it’s gassing you Causing you to wear our shit out, and think it's fashionable I'm thinking you should put our history in back of you That would call for you stepping outside of yourself and being rational Come to friendship, you question me in that capacity How would you ever know it’s not something you ever asked of me And VH1 just gave us another episode So maybe it’s smart that you can’t let this go Cause love changes, a thug changes And soul mates become strangers, word up [Hook]

89.9 Detrimental

Company Flow "Funcrusher Plus"
[El-P] For all intents and purposes I ram pride Resonate pussy rapper get the long donkey cock I keep telethon MC's clinging to Jerry's person Motherfuckin Tourette's syndrome MC's can't freestyle without rehearsing Crossed T's and dotted I's but still caught a liquid shit surprise Rappers got on colored contacts but they better real-eyes Contact CoFlow shit equals El, Bigg Jus distortion Try to merk off on our pile but you choked on my fuckin portion You oughta scream, got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writers I don't mind you talkin shit just keep it in the first person Think realistically if you diss me could you handle my rebuttal version Then again if you spit my name it only means you recognize my status I flip the script use your little diss as a promotional apparatus I'll ignore you sellin crack, killin people, and keepin it real but disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal When miscellaneous MC's drop they spontaneous bullshit metaphor, the outcome is always obvious When that piece of shit Mother Time gets cut short in 1999 I'll be stress-free, knowin that while I was on Earth I got mine Say what.. 8 Steps to Perfection, the sum of each part forms an octagon Where rhyme styles get sparked..


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.

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

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