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Stop the Violence

Worldwide! BDP are the freshest! Worldwide! One two three, the crew is called BDP And if you want to go to the tip top Stop the violence in Hip Hop, Y-O Time and time again, as I pick up the pen As my thoughts emerge, these are

Shut ‘Em Down

I testified My mama cried Black people died When the other man lied See the TV listen to me double trouble I overhaul and I’m comin’ From the lower level I’m takin’ tabs Sho nuff stuff to grab Like shirts it hurts With a neck to wreck

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

Prophets of Rage

With vice I hold the mike device With force I keep it away of course And I’m keepin’ you from sleepin’ And on stage I rage And I’m rollin’ To the poor I pour in on in metaphors Not bluffin’, it’s nothin’ That we ain’t did before

The Bridge Is Over

I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey! The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye! The bridge is over, the bridge is over You see me come inna de dance wid de

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

Ch-Check It Out

All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don’t mean to diss don’t mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin’ doors off hinges I’ll grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn’t retire I’ll snatch you

Car Thief

Some static started in the pool hall In a motherfucker’s face with the cue ball Then I met this girl she tried to gank me So I smacked her in the pocket with M.C. Plank Bee Me and my crew out breaking windows The bingo the lotto

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

I Ain’t Goin’ Out Like That

Let’s kick it ese Comin’ out the slums! It’s da hoodlums I’m pullin’ my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you want to come fight this Outlaw, kicking like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Chill, I’ll bust that grill Grab my gat, and

I’m Housin’

Cooling on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn’t no thing Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when

Revolutionary Generation

I get down to what it is And if it ain’t funky (see ya) People askin’ me what’s goin’ on With my mind (Huh) wait a minute It’s just a matter of race Cause a black male’s in their face Step back for the new jack swing

Never Seen Before

[E] Peace to Chuck [P] Chuck D [E] Yeah, uhh You`re not tellin em huh? Yeah [Erick Sermon] They go ohh and ahh when I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar when I`m supreme rap star, they all know me E.D., when

Top Billin’

Check it out MC am I people call me Milk When I’m bustin up a party I feel no guilt Gizmo’s cuttin, up for the Suckers that’s, down with meeee!! The One of us, that’s how I feel To be down you must appeal To the Two,

Rebel Without a Pause

Yes, the rhythm, the rebel Without a pause, I’m lowering my level The hard rhymer, where you never been I’m in You want stylin’, you know it’s time again D the enemy, tellin’ you to hear it They praised the music, this time they play the lyrics

Speak Ya Clout

Last year record companies were chumpin me But now like chicks they all be up on me and me so horny, I hit em like a groupie Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin Showing and proving on a day to day basis

I Wanna Get High

I want to get high, so high! I want to get high, so high! I want to get high, so high! I want to get high, so high! Well that’s the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus Oh, what

Night of the Living Baseheads

Here it is Bam! And you say, Goddamn This is the dope jam But lets define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale Of the ones that deal Are the ones that fail Yeah You can move

The Rhythm

Ladies and gentlemen The KitKat Club is proud to present Something new, something different So would you please give a warm welcome to The Rhythm Well I came here for something funky to happen Is this Christmas ’cause everybody’s rappin You better get sparked by the song

It’s Hard Being the Kane

Uh! Put your weight on it Uh, and uh, Prince Paul, bring me on and uh Aiyyo Botch, bring me on and uh Mad Money Murph just bring me on and uh Just bring me on, yo This is a world premier and I’m here A presentation

Check 1, 2

EPMD.. Def Jam.. blazin.. Check it, uh-huh, YO It`s E-Dub on the microphone My style be Elektra, I`m the male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome On safety, spike the mic in the endzone This here ain`t the average s***, you used to Front, and

Freakit

(Well I’ma freakit like that, and I’ma freak it like this) (Well I’ma freakit like that, and I’ma freak it like this) (Well I’ma freakit like that, and I’ma freak it like this) Well I’ma freakit like this so then my nigga Books is next The crew

K.U.S.H.

Hey, man Check this out I got the best kush ever, man Aw, man I’ve been so out You got sent from heaven All right, man, light it up, homes Okay, check it out, man I’m the original Dr. Green-thumb; the rest are liars I’m the one

(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

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

911 Is a Joke

Hit me Going, going, gone Now I dialed 911 a long time ago Don’t you see how late they’re reacting They only come and they come when they wanna So get the morgue truck and embalm the goner They don’t care cause they stay paid anyway They

Strictly Hip Hop

I neva rapped on an r&b record, and I neva will I got these phoney muthafuckas, talk about lets keep it real But, they don’t know how to take they own advisement Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing Fuckin’ sell out, nigga, this is

Pigs

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood Well this pig worked at the station This pig he killed my homeboy So that fuckin’ pig went on a vacation This pig he is the chief Got a brother pig, Captain O’Malley He’s got a son that’s a pig too

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

Can’t Truss It

Bass in your face Not an eight track Gettin’ it good to the wood So the people Give you some a dat Reactin’ to the fax That I kick and it stick And it stay around Pointin’ to the joint, put the Buddha down Goin’, goin’, gettin’

Brain

[check me out] [check it out, yo] I got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain I got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn’t explain, couldn’t explain You wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t explain

Doin’ Our Own Dang

[Maceo] Me, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey The one that gets all the money (all the money) Yeah, that’s right [Dove] A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called “Doing Our Own Dang” Breaking the beat others wished

DWYCK

Ah yeah, here’s another Gangstarr sure shot, featuring the one and only, uh heh heh heh handly handly boy, Nice & Smooth, hey, hey, HEY, HEY!!!! Gangstarr has got to be da sure shot Nice & Smooth has got to be da sure shot Gangstarr has got

What Can I Do?

In any country prison is where society sends it’s failures But in this country society itself is failing. Today how you like me now I’m in the mix? It’s 1986 and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota Got the baking soda let the

Can’t Truss It

Bass in your face Not an eight track Gettin’ it good to the wood So the people Give you some a dat Reactin’ to the fax That I kick and it stick And it stay around Pointin’ to the joint, put the Buddha down Goin’, goin’, gettin’

Miuzi Weighs a Ton

Step back, get away, give the brother some room You got to turn me up when the beat goes boom Lyric to lyric, line to line Then you’ll understand my reputation for rhyme Cause my rhyme reputation depends on what Style of record my DJ cuts His

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

Ch-Check It Out

All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don’t mean to diss don’t mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin’ doors off hinges I’ll grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn’t retire I’ll snatch you

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

Revolutionary Generation

I get down to what it is And if it ain’t funky (see ya) People askin’ me what’s goin’ on With my mind (Huh) wait a minute It’s just a matter of race Cause a black male’s in their face Step back for the new jack swing

Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos

I got a letter from the government The other day I opened and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me given’ a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a

I Ain’t Goin’ out Like That

Let’s kick it ese [B-Real] Comin’ out the slums! It’s da hoodlums I’m pullin’ my gat out on all you bums So bring it on when you want to come fight this Outlaw, kicking like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Chill, I’ll bust that grill Grab my gat,

Got Me Waiting

[Chorus] Got me waiting, anticipating You got me thinking I want your love I’m trying to show you Really, really want to know you You got me thinking I want your love I got a funny feeling, honey That you’re kinda digging me But every time you

Eazy-Duz-It

Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way. Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with) Bitch, Shut the fuck up.Get the fuck out of here. Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line. (Intro Chorus) What fuck is up? In the place to

The New Style

And on the cool check in Center stage on the mic And we’re puttin’ it on wax It’s the new style Four and three and two and one (What up!) And when I’m on the mic the suckers run (Word!) Down with Adrock and Mike D. and

Body Movin’ [Fatboy Slim Remix]

Body movin’, body movin’ A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin’, body movin’ We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’ Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don’t slip a

Boyz-n-the Hood

Cruising down the street in my six four Jockin’ the freaks clocking the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops A car pulls up who can it be A fresh El Camino rollin’ Kilo G He rolls down

The Predator

You can run but you can’t hide from the westside Night stalker shit talker run and tell them Mr L.M. Nigga with the gat and I’m back Off the everyday prey that I slay Rolling with the fo’ chase ya through South Central Monkey wrench ho’s should

Can’t Do Nuttin’ For Ya Man

Runnin’ for your life, by the knife Runnin’ from your wife yipes You should’ve stuck with home Your mind to blow your dome It was you that chose your due You built a maze you can’t get through I tried to help you all I can Now

Turn This Mutha Out

(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C) We are hittin’ hard in Oakland Word! We are hittin’ hard in L.A. Word! Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is on fire Word, word, word! Atlanta’s proper Word! And in Miami, we are mooovin’ somethin’ Hmmmmm. Turn this mutha out Oaktown

Daddy’s Home

“You know daddy’s home.” Yeah baby! Get them sounds up Action Alright L.G. baby make the track move one time “You know daddy’s home.” Uh-huh, now dig this here right Now I can remember one time I said, “It’s eighty-eight, time to set em straight right?” (word

Brand Nubian

Brand Nubian function A junction of three Collaborating in a style that’s like funk To slap palms, swing arms Tap a soul ‘Cause no rock rolls down our hill Yo Black it’s kinda ill We don’t roll no rocks we just fill Heads with knowledge, pure foundation

Louder Than a Bomb

This style seems wild Wait before you treat me like a stepchild Let me tell you why they got me on file ‘Cause I give you what you lack Come right and exact Our status is the saddest So I care where you at, black And at

Body Movin’

Body movin’, body movin’ A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin’, body movin’ We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’ Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don’t slip a

Remote Control

Well, Things get hectic quick From the satellite dish to your joy stick It’s the night of the living cable box Wires coming up from around the block Remote control to change the station But that won’t change your situation Have you seen what I mean I’m

So What’cha Want

Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris You’re eating crazy cheese like you would think I’m from Paris You know I get fly, you think I get high You know that I’m gone and I’m-a tell you all why So tell me who

Gaining Momentum

Gaining Momentum Gaining X 10, Gaining Momentum There it is X 4 Start slow like our bodies won’t flow & set em up good then let go Parton (sic) me, I?m begging your parton, but I feel like startin something. Now that the music has got me

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

Body Movin’

Body movin’, body movin’ A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin’, body movin’ We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’ Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don’t slip a

Latin Lingo

Freak to the funk that no-one else is bringing Sen Dog with the funky bilingual Yeah that’s the nombre, heard the homey Peace to Mellow and Frost en el deporte Sen Dog is not a kid or veterano I’m down, another proud hispano One of the many

R U Ready

Are you ready? Pum, pump, let me see you jump Shake your rump, push it real good Break it down with the funk One love, like the LB say, right, right Music makes us high But you’ve been given shade ‘Cause I stay paid, sippin’ lemonade Don’t

Let’s Get It Started

[Chorus 2x] Let’s get it started! [Verse 1] Now your party wasn’t jumping and your DJ was weak Instead of dope beats, he was spinnin them Z’s All the fly girls who came with a beat in mind They all up against the wall like a welfare

If I Could

(Seal) 1994 There’s no reason for you to lose your mind, ‘Cause I’ve seen something, That’s gonna change our time. If I could, I’d make you understand. If I could, I’d make you understand. Ah… There’s no hurry, It’s gonna come for sure, ‘Cause I know that

Get Up on It

I got something for the fellas this time around Ladies won’t you, tell them your names, Tabitha, Athena and La Von If you really, really want it All you got to do is get up on it If you really, really want it All you got to

Baknaffek

(People people people people People people people people) Shippity bop, well hot diggity, where’s the iggity? The bum siggity Niggas want to know but check the flow my little trickity I’m comin’ with the Books so kid, it looks like it’s a winner Ya better get ya

V.S.O.P.

You can try that herb sign “V.S.O.P.” You can try that herb sign “V.S.O.P.” You can try that herb sign “V.S.O.P.” You can try that herb sign “V.S.O.P.” Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. V.S.O.P., oh come on Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P. V.S.O.P., oh come on Alright,

Hand on the Glock

Cypress Hill, Cypress Hill Crusing through the neighborhood Some say I’m no good Claimin’ I’m a criminal But lets make it understood I’m just one man man with a whole lot of homeboys (Whole lot) You get the click of the Glock When I pull of the

Lil Ass Gee

Look at that lil’ ass Westside doped out Insane in the brain little nigga servin’ caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street Now he’s rollin’ in a Gee the Gee is on E He’s quick to hit you up with the two fingers

I Got a Thang 4 Ya!

Dark and lovely, no one above thee, Girl you really got it goin’ on I wanna spank, I wanna thank ya. you’re the reason why I sing this song. Are roses red, are violets blue, who cares as long as I’m with you. Sugar, let’s just run

We Got More

Mammy zammy damn there’s nothin to me But when they rock us in the streets we say “Ooo we” You see the freak in the beat she do me I hit that mitty bitty wit the sticky ooo we gooy I got more funk in my left

A-Yo

Even though we love you You know we don’t have that much time To really, really, really fuck with you Oh even though we love you You know we don’t have that much time To really, really, really fuck with you Fuck with you I be cuttin’

Body Movin’ [Fatboy Slim Remix]

Body movin’, body movin’ A1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin’, body movin’ We be getting down and you know we’re crush groovin’ Let me get some action from the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone flip but don’t slip a

Check Yo Self

[Produced by DJ Muggs] Yeah, word is bond Das EFX in this yaknowhatI’msayin Straight from the sewer, word is bond We doing this with my nigga Where my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfucker Word is bond, yeah You better check yo self before you wreck yo

All Wrapped Up

All wrapped up(x2) You’re entangled in a great big ball of confusion Trapped in a world that is just an illusion You’re thinking it’s real but that’s not what’s happening Well,we’re here to let you know the real deal (That’s why we’re rappin’) (Yo)Life’s just a game,one

Do You Know What Time It Is?

Do you know what time it is? Girlies are partying, touching my body and Talking to me like I’m a kindergartian Today she’s on mine, tomorrow she’s on his But don’t worry about me, because I know what time it is Time to get mine while you

Pigs

This pig harassed the whole neighborhood Well this pig worked at the station This pig he killed my homeboy So that fuckin’ pig went on a vacation This pig he is the chief Got a brother pig, Captain O’Malley He’s got a son that’s a pig too

Paper Thin

When you say you love me, it doesn’t matter It goes to my head as just chit chatter You may take this egostistical or just or worry free but What you say I take none of it seriously, and Even if I did I wouldn’t tell you

War & Peace

Ice Cube the great! “He has indicated to us that he has sufficient, firepower, To, blow up the Bradley vehicle, And in fact his words were “We are ready for war, let’s get it on'” War “War and peace” Sing it! [Chorus] War and peace (Sing it!)

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

Atomic Dog

Yeah, this is a story of a famous dog For the dog that chases its tail will be dizzy These are clapping dogs, rhythmic dogs Harmonic dogs, house dogs, street dogs Dog of the world unite Dancin’ dogs Yeah Countin’ dogs, funky dogs Nasty dogs (Dog) Atomic

Basketball

Chours: They’re playing Basketball, We love that Basketball, They’re playing Basketball, We love that Basketball (Now rapping Basketball, Number 1, Kurtis Blow) Basketball is my favorite sport, I like the way they dribble up and down the court, Just like I’m the King on the microphone, so

Too Legit to Quit

Too legit… Too legit to quit (three times) Sweat running all over my chest (chest) I don’t quit no! I just press harder (Yea!) than I ever did before going for The dreams that I have in store in my mind (mind) and I know That I’m

The Tower

I’m rollin’ up in a big gray bus And I’m shackled down Myself that’s who I trust The minute I arrived Some sucker got hit Shanked ten times Behind some bullshit Word in the pen the fool was a snitch So without hesitatin’ I made a weapon

What Can I Do

In any country prison is where society sends it’s failures But in this country society itself is failing. Today how you like me now I’m in the mix? It’s 1986 and I got the fix with the chicken and a quota Got the baking soda let the

Have a Nice Day

[Verse 1] Some people call me Shanie, some people call me Rox And those who try to diss I just knocks them out the box ’cause I’m Shanti and why’all know the routine And here we go again, so all hail the queen I left you for

You Gots to Chill

[Erick Sermon] Relax your mind, let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you tired, then go take a nap! Or stay awake and watch the show I take Because right

Royalty

“Gangstarr has gots to be the sure shot” “and it’s like dat” “GangStarr” “Represent” Ohhh yeah One of the meanest and the cleanest And still I’m kind of feindish when I’m at this Been doin this for eons, peons best to catch this vision of excellence, precise

Can You Feel the Beat

Can you feel the beat within my heart? Can’t you see my love shine through the dark? Can you feel the beat within my heart? Can’t you see my love shine through the dark? Can’t you see that you must be a part Of that beat in

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

Do You Know What Time It Is?

Do you know what time it is? Girlies are partying touching my body and Talking to me like I’m a kindergartian Today she’s on mine tomorrow she’s on his But don’t worry about me because I know what time it is Time to get mine while you

Here We Go, Let’s Rock & Roll

Y’all want this party started? right? Y’all want this party started quickly! right? Play that beat. Play that beat. (bang) Play that beat. Play that beat. (bang ’em) Play that beat. Play that beat. (bang) Play that beat. Play that beat. (bang ’em) Yo yo here we

Rap Scholar

Yeah yeah Who it is Son? [Chorus] It’s the rap scholar here to make a dollar Try an’ follow guaranteed to make ya holler Check it out, everybody everybody Aiyyo my dogs hold heat control the whole street And when it’s time to bust they don’t get

Who’s Gonna Take the Weight?

I was raised like a Muslim Prayin’ to the East Nature of my life relates rhymes I release Like a cannon Cuz I been plannin’ to be rammin’ what I wrote Straight on a plate down your throat So digest as I suggest we take a good

10% Dis

Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn Hot damn, hot damn ho, here we go again Suckers steal a beat when you know they can’t win You stole the beat, are you having fun Now me and the Aud’s gonna show you how it’s done You

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

She’s on It

There’s no confusion in her conclusion She wants to waste my time and that’s no delusion Her final decision is perfection and precision She’s grade A class – number one in her division (chorus) She’s on it She acts like a nag – I don’t know how

West Up!

Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I’mma have ta erupt So motherfucker West Up! Front back side to side We be givin it up, till the day we die Niggas hit me up, I’mma

One Love

The L(echo 3x) The O(echo 3x) And the V (echo â??the Vâ?? 3x) The E(echo 3x) Love (echo 3x) Love (echo 3x) Love (echo 3x) Verse 1: [Ecstasy] Well there’s love and life, both have four letters But there’s two, different things all together ’cause I’ve liked

It’s All About Me

{*scratched: “kick the science”*} [D-Nice] So what’s up? I hear you’ve been lookin for the Nice But now I’m here, standin clear in your sight or your vision, I only recommend to your visual Mess around and this becomes critical Easily, cause any rapper I ruin You’re