Hip Hop Archive

Fishin’ 4 Religion

Grab the hook, grab the line Grab the bait, grab the box and wait Tackle and shackle the topic the faculty has chosen Chosen by many, chosen by plenty, chosen by any Man or woman who understand The topic that’s known and Go by the dock flock

Tennesse

Lord, I’ve really been real stressed, down and out, losing ground Although I am black and proud, problems got me pessimistic Brothers and sisters keep messin’ up, why does it have to be so damn tuff? I don’t know where I can go to let these ghosts

United Front

The great depression everyone is in depression No one knows exactly what’s their role Totally confused, depressed ’cause of the news Watch TV, more bad is what you see Everyone’s lost and were looking for a savior Everyone’s blind and were looking for a leader We’ve lost

Mr. Wendal

Here, have a dollar In fact, no brotherman here, have two Two dollars means a snack for me But it means a big deal to you Be strong, serve God only Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits That’s the poem I wrote for the first

Ease My Mind

I need some time to ease my mind. I need some time to ease my mind. I need some time to ease my mind. I need some time to ease my mind. Thrusted in a world that I don’t know from my mama’s lips between my mama’s

Hickeys Around My Neck

I, always hated hickeys all around my neck But it was feelin pretty good so what, the heck The hickey went on, and I went home I tried to brush it off then I used a comb The comb didn’t work it got bigger, and redder Giz

High Plains Drifter

‘Cause I’m the high plains drifter, and I’m the drifter The high plains drifter, and I’m the drifter They can’t catch me they’re never gonna find me They’re never gonna know that I’m the high plains drifter Pulled over to the river, to take a rest Pulled

Pass the Mic

If you can feel what I’m feeling then it’s a musical masterpiece Hear what I’m dealing with then that’s cool at least What’s running through my mind comes through in my walk True feelings are shown from the way that I talk and this is me, y’all

Intergalactic

Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension Well, now, don’t you tell me to smile You

Right Right Now Now

Now, once upon a time up on this mic MCs be really workin’ on what they write With the sound delight, we rock all night And yes, we’re gonna party for the right to fight We’re international like Matt Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to

No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No sleep till, Brooklyn! Foot on the pedal Never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job ain’t a job It’s a damn good time City to city I’m running my rhymes. On location Touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation

No Sleep Till Brooklyn

No sleep till, Brooklyn! Foot on the pedal Never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job ain’t a job It’s a damn good time City to city I’m running my rhymes. On location Touring around the nation Beastie Boys always on vacation

Gratitude

Good times gone, and you missed them What’s gone wrong in your system? Things they bounce like a Spaulding What’d you think, did you miss your calling? It’s so free, this kind of feeling It’s like life, it’s so appealing When you’ve got so much to say

Intergalactic

Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension Well, now, don’t you tell me to smile You

Shadrach

Riddle me this, brother can you handle it Your style to my style, you can’t hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin’ and drinkin’ on a Tuesday night It’s not how you play the game, it’s how you win it I

Intergalactic

Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension Well, now, don’t you tell me to smile You

Beastie Boys

Ahn, B-E-A-S-T-I-E, go. B-E-A-S-T-I-E That’s just what Beasties gotta’ be. Can’t you see this is an emergency? Can you feel the urgency? B-E-A-S-T-I-E. B-E-A-S-T-I-E. With the hold of democracy. In a state of emergency now. Ahn, going out to rock the state. Let’s just come and take

Lee Majors Come Again

Doin’ it big I’m the lyrical mathematical, genius Splashin’ like lime juice You never seen this Internationally known The longest the leanest Shout out the one Jose Nenis Hit ’em with the rhyme And the rhyme don’t stop Yeah we got the beat And the beat go

5-Piece Chicken Dinner

Whoo, whoo Jeb, get away from the barbecue man Go on, get the hell away from that thing C’mon, just give me a kiss Won’t you come and give me a kiss

The House That Cee Built

Introducing ladies and gentlemen The young man that’s had over thirty-five soul classics Among these classics are tunes that will never die Tunes like “Funky!” “I get Raw” “Set It Off” “Ain’t No Half-Steppin'” “I’ll Take You There” “Yo, Word to the Mother!” “The Wrath of Kane”

Warm It Up, Kane

Come, get some, you little bum I take the cake but you can’t get a crumb From the poetic, authentic, superior Ultimate, and all that good shit I’m the original, Asiatic, acrobatic There you have it, now get dramatic Creatin’ drama when I’m on the scene And

Christmas Rappin’

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house Hold it now! Wait, hold it. That’s played out. Hit it! Don’t you give me all that jive about things you wrote before I’s alive ‘Cause this ain’t 1823 — ain’t even 1970 Now I’m the guy

AJ Scratch

(verse two) Grandmaster Flash,Affikaa Bambaatta Starsky,Spoonie Gee and Rum DMC Gotta realize that he goes way back And now he’s down with the king And we could never be whack So just kick off you shoes and relax your feet And rock to the rhythm of the

9mm Goes Bang

Buck! buck! Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang Wa da da dang Wa da da da dang This is KRS-One Me knew a crack dealer by the name of peter Had to buck him down with my

Ya Know the Rules

Aiyyo aiyyo Kris they know the rules Hahahahaha yeah ya don’t stop (say what?) A ya don’t stop (BDP in the house) a ya don’t stop (Check it out check it out…Yo D!) Yo bust it yo yo Kris hold on Let me give a shout out

South Bronx

Yo what’s up Blastmaster KRS One, this jam is kicking Word, yo what up D-Nice? (Yo what’s up Scott La Rock?) Yo man we chilling just funky fresh jam I want to tell you a little something about us We’re the Boogie Down Productions crew And due

Shadrach

Riddle me this, brother can you handle it Your style to my style, you can’t hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin’ and drinkin’ on a Tuesday night It’s not how you play the game, it’s how you win it I

Necessary

When some get together and think of rap, they tend to think of violence But when they are challenged on some rock groups, the result is always silence Even before the Rock and Roll era, violence played a big part in music It’s all according to your

Allah U Akbar

Verse One: Sadat X This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free But y’all know it’s me or could you tell by the spree The deuce crew of the new, yeah makes the whole shit clear yeah Give the question, I’m tired of

All for One

I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin Quick to toast an MC just like an English muffin Don’t worry about a thing because the Puba’s never bluffing I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a Bufferin

Life

Yeah, it’s like this.. Chubb Rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock Son, rock.. [Chorus: Billy Lawrence] Do you know, where you’re goin to? Do you like the things that life is showin you? Where are you goin to? Do you know, what you’re lookin for? Do you like the

Rhyme the Rhyme Well

And now, my name is Adrock I’ve got a story to tell And when I rock the crowd, well, the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling, I feel the feel swell And when I start to rhyme, well, I rhyme the rhyme well

Hand on the Pump

Well I’m an alley cat, some say a dirty rat On my side is my gat, see I’m all of that Spittin’ out buck shots, boy I’m gonna wet’cha Runnin’ hot, but I’m still comin’ to get’cha Thinkin’ like a peace smoke, comin’ on a homicide You

Ganja Bus

All aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus We now want the new weed, beat under us Rollin’ up, roll like we thunderous Somkin’ up, Rasta not sprinkle dust Too much ecstasy, make manna exit us Too much fantasy, here upon next to us Fit in ganja

Insane in the Brain

Who you tryin’ ta mess with ese? Don’t you know I’m loco? To da one on da flam Boy it’s tough I just toss that ham in the fryin’ pan Like spam It’s done when I come in Slam Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam

When the Shit Goes Down

Livin on phat pockets on flat wit tha gat Rollin around nine deuce Cadillac Still got my homies to watch my back And they’ll smoke ya ass if ya want to come chat That’s why some pigs an tha kids come sweatin’ they follow A hollow point

Hits from the Bong

Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it Fire it up, come along And take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down just for a second Don’t get me wrong it’s not a

Audio X

“T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6.. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. zero!” (Blast off!) [B-Real] Come inside, hello everybody, welcome Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down Cause we warring All you fucking yellow comets running from the front line If

Beastie Boys

Ahn, B-E-A-S-T-I-E, go. B-E-A-S-T-I-E That’s just what Beasties gotta’ be. Can’t you see this is an emergency? Can you feel the urgency? B-E-A-S-T-I-E. B-E-A-S-T-I-E. With the hold of democracy. In a state of emergency now. Ahn, going out to rock the state. Let’s just come and take

Get ‘Em Up

(This bout is for the heavyweight championship of the world I give you the one and only Cypress Hill) Esse, get down with us You’ll smoke a pound with us Shoot another round with us Welcome to bounce with us Get ’em up, get ’em up, get

Hits From The Bong

Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it Fire it up, come along And take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down just for a second Don’t get me wrong it’s not a

Tequila Sunrise

Word up, Tequila style Eat the worm motherfucker Tequila spice, hot nice Feeling right, sipping on Jose Cuervo Down in Tijuana, Mexico Thinking of the big score the night before Met the connect, who was impressively dressed In high fabrics With troops like Babe Ruth, up on

Lick a Shot

“Oh yeah it is!” “Colour is not important.” Lick a shot! “Oh!” Comin’ at ya “Fire!” Zippedy do da, zippedy hey Cried oh my, want to get that punk with my AK And get on the way On a mission, puffin’ on a fat ass jay Prude!

Mama’s Always on Stage

Brand new mama, I understand It’s hard as hell being a young mother and You need support your conscious told you not to abort So to your child you’re a hero of some sort But, hey, the worst is over You’re ready to do this I got

Gimme Dat Micraphone

[Chorus: x4] Gimme gimme dat microphone “One wrecks, the other destroys” “One wrecks, the other destroys” Oahh-kay, oahh-kay; as we go and do it, do it like this It’s like this and you don’t stop Word is bond when we kick So I’ma get on, and swing

Set It Off

Verse One: Dray, Skoob Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo) Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo? (Das EFX) My records spin round and round like a merry-go Here we go, riggity-raw as I ever was Diggy Das blow the spot, sharp as ever, ’cause Same pro

Real Hip-Hop

To the hiddip the hop ya don’t stop (don’t stop) Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip hop) To the hiddip the hop ya don’t quit (don’t quit) Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit) Well on your mark and get set, can’t forget

Doo Woo You

[Chorus: Shock G] Don’t be afraid to let a brother funk with you Would you let a nucka doo woo you (x3) Don’t be afraid to let a brother funk with you Yeah, would you let me doo woo you [Shock G] Yo, I’ve got plenty of

Same Song

All around the world same song All all around the world same song I came for the party to get naughty get my rocks on Eat popcorn watch you move your body to the pop song That I’m singing dinga linging funky beats ringing Everybody’s swinging in

Mama’s Always on Stage

Brand new mama, I understand It’s hard as hell being a young mother and You need support your conscious told you not to abort So to your child you’re a hero of some sort But, hey, the worst is over You’re ready to do this I got

Pass the Mic

If you can feel what I’m feeling then it’s a musical masterpiece Hear what I’m dealing with then that’s cool at least What’s running through my mind comes through in my walk True feelings are shown from the way that I talk and this is me, y’all

Tough

Intro: I don’t want a lot,I want just enough So why has it got to be so damn TOUGH Livin’ on the uptown side of jive Hustlin’ a buck to stay alive Lookin’ for a ten and they give your five Well it’s tough You talk to

Wash Your Face in My Sink

You wash your face in my sink In my sink You wash your face in my sink In my sink (sink) You wash your face in my sink In my sink (sink) You wash your face in my sink Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld Revealed

Natural

I’m checking you out, you’re all alone No one is clocking you, but I’m scoping you Staring right through you, staring into you Your beauty is endless and I’m hoping to explore Brothers may say you’re ugly but I disagree But in a way that’s fine with

Eternal E

[Yella] Yo this is Yella as we wine down to the final song I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga E I know he wanted this track on his record though he was takin’ from us to god damn soon so I finished

Only If You Want It

[Chorus:Repeat x4] Only if you want it Yes I really want it Can I get an eye open up Eazy locin’ up Smokin’ up Much dust like a nut what Give it up for the real stuff Shut the what up Back the shut up what Hustler

Jimmy

The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It’s Jimmy! It’s Jimmy! The J, the I, the M, the M The Y, the J, the I, the M It’s Jimmy! It’s Jimmy! Here is a message to the super

Natural

I’m checking you out, you’re all alone No one is clocking you, but I’m scoping you Staring right through you, staring into you Your beauty is endless and I’m hoping to explore Brothers may say you’re ugly but I disagree But in a way that’s fine with

An Open Letter to NYC

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever

Eazy-Er Said Than Dunn

Yo man I don’t think they heard you Why don’t you tell ’em what ya name is My name is eazy yeah this is true Keepin’ your attention is what I’m gonna do Hardcore yo I could never be soft Askin’ me my defin’ they say the

People Everyday

See I was resting at the park minding my own Business as I kick up the treble tone On my radio tape player box, right Just loud enough so folks could hear it’s hype, see? Outta nowhere comes the woman I’m dating Investigation maybe she was demonstrating

Never Seen Before [Remix]

When I’m supreme rap star, they all know me E.D. when I flash the greens on TV MC’s be robbing me of my technique The way I speak, the way I get down, the way I sound And if you ask me, they must be on the

Shadrach

Riddle me this, brother can you handle it Your style to my style, you can’t hold a candle to it Equinox symmetry and the balance is right Smokin’ and drinkin’ on a Tuesday night It’s not how you play the game, it’s how you win it I

Elementary

I hear the same old rhyme the same old style The same old runner has ran the mile See I don’t know exactly what you know But what I know is that stuff gotta go Usually when I pick up the mic Something ill jumps out my

Word from Our Sponsor

This is a test Of the boogie down production Prevention against sucka MC’s In the event of a real emergency You would have been instructed On which jams to play And how loud to blast your radio And now, a word from our sponsor I’m from the

It’s My Thing

Yeah time to put it down E Time to put it down E EPMD Millineum Ducats DefCon 9 2 G’s Uh huh yeah Yeah it’s like this why’all it’s like that why’all It’s like this why’all it’s like that why’all It’s like this why’all it’s like that

Hand on the Pump

Well I’m an alley cat, some say a dirty rat On my side is my gat, see I’m all of that Spittin’ out buck shots, boy I’m gonna wet’cha Runnin’ hot, but I’m still comin’ to get’cha Thinkin’ like a peace smoke, comin’ on a homicide You

Big Payback

Eh yo, whassup E Double? Yo what’s up man? Yo these crab MC’s Got us trapped up behind these walls man But I’m ready to break out there and do this You know what I’m sayin? So what’s the magic word? Open Sesame, and let down the

Pass the Mic

If you can feel what I’m feeling then it’s a musical masterpiece Hear what I’m dealing with then that’s cool at least What’s running through my mind comes through in my walk True feelings are shown from the way that I talk and this is me, y’all

Get Off the Bandwagon

[PMD] Ayo what’s up E Double? [Erick Sermon] Yo whole thing man got a lot of customers out there man trying to get paid off what we made. [PMD] Ayo rapping ain’t your field you took the wrong trade. So you’d better get a grip on them

Give the People

Got to give the people Give the people what they want Ladies and Gentlemen Got to give the people Give the people what they want Ladies and Gentlemen When I came out with my first rap jam I had no idea that the record would slam It

To All the Girls

Yeah To all the Brooklyn girls To all the French girls To all the Oriental girls Chinese Japanese To all the Swiss girls To the Italian women To the upper east side Mombiles To all the Jamaican girls And to the topless dancers (Australian) (And Brazilian) (To

The Questions

Pins and needles, needles and pins (yo D what’s up) Pins and needles, needles and pins (yo what’s up milk what’s up?) 10, 9, 8, 7 (yo what’s up milk?) 6, 5, 4 (yo chill what’s up what’s up?) 3, 2, 1 Now what am I mad

Take It Personal

I never thought that you would crab me Undermine me, and backstab me But I can see clearly now the rain is gone The pain is gone but what you did was still wrong There was a few times I needed your support But you tried to

Dr. Greenthumb

Hello, I’m Dr. Greenthumb Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed And just can’t find some anywhere? Well try my Dr. Greenthumb grow tips I’ll show you how to grow inside and out From seed to clone, and the best homegrown And if

Triple Trouble

Kicking lyrics right to your brain When you hear the saying You’ll be right as rain If you (if you) Want to know (want to know) The real deal about the three Well, let me tell you, we’re triple trouble ya’ll We’re gonna bring you up to

2 Deep

I’m 2 deep and yes much too complicated My lines when stated are quite often underrated So consider it a privilege to hear this Those weak-minded opinions could never come near this For my outlook on life is a profound view Whil the suckers act down thinking

The Militia

“There’s a bulletin – state police, Princeton Junction” “The militia… Certain individuals of unidentified nature is now under complete control” “Hip-hop is not, what it is today..” “It’s the real… it’s the (militia)” If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game They’d relocate, and

(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (To Party)

You wake up late for school, man you don’t want to go You ask you mom, “Please?”, but she still says, “No!” You missed two classes, and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you’re some kind of jerk You gotta fight for your right to

You Know My Steez

“The real, hip-hop” “MCing, and DJing from your own mind, ya know?” “I, I guess right now we should start the show” Who’s the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound Similar to rounds spit by Derringers You’re in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said

Same Team, No Games

Yo, do the knowledge to the Master Builder the blow and the spliff The new millennium, Hiram Abiff Gotta watch what I say to you niggaz so I calm my patience ‘Cause the shit ain’t really pass the statue of limitations The streets still holler about how

Intergalactic

Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension, another dimension Another dimension Well, now, don’t you tell me to smile You

Skills

Skills, skills, skills “My Microphone” “It’s Skills”-KRS One “The funky beat” “It’s skills”-KRS One (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills)

Ease My Mind

I need some time to ease my mind. I need some time to ease my mind. I need some time to ease my mind. I need some time to ease my mind. Thrusted in a world that I don’t know from my mama’s lips between my mama’s

Hits from the Bong

Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it Fire it up, come along And take a hit from the bong Put the blunt down just for a second Don’t get me wrong it’s not a

Skills

Skills, skills, skills “My Microphone” “It’s Skills”-KRS One “The funky beat” “It’s skills”-KRS One (Skills) Top rank point blank we vital Spit flows rip shows peep the recital (Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those (Skills)

Now You’re Mine

Yo Duke, you’re dead wrong You’ll never have the skills like mine I write the ill type rhymes Now I’m reaching my prime 360 dunk in your face You can’t compete, you’re just a basket case Let’s separate the men from the boys And put your money

You Know My Steez

That makes me know that, we we we we’re doin We had the right idea in the beginning And and we just need to maintain our focus, and elevate We what we do we update our formulas We have certain formulas but we update em (oh right)

Above the Clouds

“It has come to our attention that a mysterious force is LOOSE.. somewhere in outer space.” “The mysteries of creation are there.” “Up in the sky?” “Up in the sky.” “The moon and the planets are there. And new hopes for knowledge and peace are there. And

Mr. Wendal

Here, have a dollar In fact, no brotherman here, have two Two dollars means a snack for me But it means a big deal to you Be strong, serve God only Know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits That’s the poem I wrote for the first

8 Million Stories

featuring Run D.M.C. (intro) There are 8 million stories in the naked city 8 million stories (x4) (verse one Kurtis blow) There are 8 million stories in the naked city Some ice cold and told without pity About the mean streets and the guetto culture The pimps

Mind Playing Tricks on Me

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles Oh that shit is on? Heh Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein’ burned Four walls

Scarface

(All I have in this world) (All I have in this world) (All I have in) (All I have in) (All I have in this world) (All I have in) (All I have in) (All I have in) (All I have in) (All I have in) (All

Mama’s Always on Stage

Brand new mama, I understand It’s hard as hell being a young mother and You need support your conscious told you not to abort So to your child you’re a hero of some sort But, hey, the worst is over You’re ready to do this I got

I’m Still #1

[Verse 1] D.J. Doc you know he’s down with us D-Square, he’s down with us Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us I.C.U., you know he’s down with us D-Nice and McBoo, they’re down with us Ms. Melodie, she’s down with us Just-Ice and DMX, they’re down

You’re a Customer

[Erick Sermon] Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone Yo, don’t give him nothing but a microphone Don’t stop, I’m not finished yet You said I’m not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone I figured you

Shell

Just a shell until you decide to rebel Just a shell until you decide to rebel Just a shell until you decide to rebel Just a shell until you decide to rebel Just a shell, just a shell, just a shell until you decide to rebel Whether

Free

Geto Boys (G.B.)’98 We gonna set this shit straight, belive that Don’t you wish sometimes you can be free Free from incarceration Free from paying them bills Free to come and go when ya feel Most of all, free from them haters So many problems that exist

Mind Playin’ Tricks

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles Oh that shit is on? Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring

An Open Letter to NYC

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen Brownstones, water towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever