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50 OF THE BEST HIP HOP ALBUMS OF ALL TIMES; CHOSEN BY A FAMOUS HIP HOP SITE!
1982. GRANDMASTER FLASH & THE FURIOUS FIVE "THE MESSAGE"
1986. RUN-D.M.C. "RAISING HELL"
1987. PUBLIC ENEMY "YO! BUM RUSH THE SHOW"
1987. BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS "CRIMINAL MINDED"
1988. RUN-D.M.C. "TOUGHER THAN LEATHER"
1988. PUBLIC ENEMY "IT TAKES A NATION OF MILLIONS TO HOLD US BACK"
1988. ULTRAMAGNETIC MC'S "CRITICAL BEATDOWN"
1988. ERIC B. & RAKIM "FOLLOW THE LEADER"
1989. BEASTIE BOYS "PAUL'S BOUTIQUE"
1989. DE LA SOUL "3 FEET HIGH AND RISING"
1990. ICE CUBE "AMERIKKKA'S MOST WANTED"
1990. PUBLIC ENEMY "FEAR OF THE BLACK PLANET"
1990. HIJACK "THE HORNS OF JERICHO"
1990. BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS "EDUTAINMENT"
1990. PARIS "THE DEVIL MADE ME TO DO IT"
1990. A TRIBE CALLED QUEST "PEOPLES INSTINCTIVE TRAVELS AND THE PATHS OF RHYTHM"
1991. BOOGIE DOWN PRODUCTIONS "LIVE HARDCORE WORLDWIDE"
1991. PUBLIC ENEMY "APOCALYPSE '91.. THE ENEMY STRIKES BLACK"
1991. CYPRESS HILL "CYPRESS HILL"
1991. DE LA SOUL "DE LA SOUL IS DEAD"
1991. ICE-T "O.G. ORIGINAL GANGSTER"
1992. PUBLIC ENEMY "GREATEST MISSES"
1992. THE PHARCYDE "BIZZARE RIDE II THE PHARCYDE"
1992. GANGSTARR "DAILY OPERATION"
1992. DR. DRE "THE CHRONIC"
1992. DAS EFX "DEAD SERIOUS"
1993. WU-TANG CLAN "ENTER THE WU-TANG (36 CHAMBERS)"
1993. CYPRESS HILL "BLACK SUNDAY"
1993. DE LA SOUL "BUHLOONE MIND STATE"
1993. ICE-T "HOME INVASION"
1993. DIGABLE PLANETS "REACHIN' (A NEW REFUTATION OF TIME AND SPACE)"
1993. KRS-ONE "RETURN OF THE BOOM BAP"
1993. LORDS OF THE UNDERGROUND "HERE COMES THE LORDS"
1994. PUBLIC ENEMY "MUSE SICK-N-HOUR MESS AGE"
1994. JERU THE DAMAJA "THE SUN RISES IN THE EAST"
1994. GANGSTARR "HARD TO EARN"
1994. THE ROOTS "DO YOU WANT MORE ?!!!??!"
1994. METHOD MAN "TICAL"
1994. GRAVEDIGGAZ "NIGGAMORTIS"
1994. NAS "ILLMATIC"
1995. OL' DIRTY BASTARD "RETURN TO THE 36 CHAMBERS (THE DIRTY VERSION)"
1995. RAEKWON "ONLY BUILT 4 CUBAN LINX..."
1996. JERU THE DAMAJA "WRATH OF THE MATH"
1996. THE ROOTS "ILLADELPH HALFLIFE"
1997. COMMON "ONE DAY IT'LL ALL MAKE SENSE"
1998. BIG PUNISHER "CAPITAL PUNISHMENT"
1998. GANGSTARR "MOMENT OF TRUTH"
1998. BLACK EYED PEAS "BEHIND THE FRONT"
2000. JURASSIC-5 "QUALITY CONTROL"
2000. DILATED PEOPLES "THE PLATFORM"
NAJBOLJI RAP ALBUMI SVIH VREMENA (PO IZBORU SLUSATELJA EMISIJE RAPRESENT)
1. WU-TANG CLAN "ENTER THE WU-TANG (36 CHAMBERS)"
2. DE LA SOUL "3 FEET HIGH AND RISING" / LORDS OF THE UNDERGROUND "HERE COME THE LORDS"
3. BIG PUNISHER "CAPITAL PUNISHMENT"
4. BEASTIE BOYS "PAUL'S BOUTIQUE" / CYPRESS HILL "CYPRESS HILL" / DR. DRE "THE CHRONIC"
5. PUBLIC ENEMY "YO! BUM RUSH THE SHOW" / DILATED PEOPLES "THE PLATFORM"
10 NAJBOLJIH HRVATSKIH RAP ALBUMA
1. T.B.F. "USKLADIMO TOPLOMJERE"
2. T.B.F. "PING PONG - UMJETNOST ZDRAVOG DIRA"
3. ELEMENTAL "MOJ, NJEGOV I NJEN SVIJET"
4. TRAM 11 "VRUCINA GRADSKOG ASFALTA"
5. BLACKOUT 00
6. SICK RHYME SAYAZZ "LOVCI NA SUBARE"
7. TRAM 11 "COVJECE NE LJUTI SE"
8. "HIP HOP GENERACIJA 2001"
9. DJ PIMP "SEX, DOPE & HIP HOP"
10. NERED I STOKA "SPREMNI ZA RAT"
HR hip hop izvodjaci (abecednim redom) : *Connect, *Crne Sjene, *Delirijum Tremens, *Delirium Cannabis, *DIIIR - Dirty Three Ratz, *DJ Pimp, *Drill Skillz, *Elemental, *Kamikaze, *K.A.R.T.E.L., *Krivicno Djelovanje, *Mee3kz, *Nered i Stoka, *Nuspojave, *Pol' Tone Rappa, *Rapanoja, *Reelpshychodelix, *Renaman, *Sah-mat, *Sedmo Nebo, *SiCk-REW (Blantaza), *Sick Rhyme Sayazz a.k.a. Bolesna Braca, *Sinovi Groma, *Tar Pit, *TBF - The Beat Fleet, *Tram11, *West Side Clicc, *Wild Words
HR hip hop diskografija (sluzbeno izdani albumi) - Ugly Leaders - "Channel is deep & beech"(1992. damn good / channel records) - Ugly Leaders - "Prisoners Of Pain" (Croatia Records) - The Beat Fleet - "Ping Pong" (Croatia Records) - Blackout Project - Project Impossible (Radio 101) - Hip Hop Generacija 2000 (Menart) - Nered i Stoka - "Spremni Za Rat" (KondorComm) - Tram11 - "Covjece Ne Ljuti Se" (Menart) - Blackout 00 (Dallas Records) - Elemental: "Moj, njegov i njen svijet" (Menart) - Sick Rhyme Sayazz: "Lovci na subare" (Menart) - The Beat Fleet: "Uskladimo toplomjere" (Menart)
EDO MAAJKA LYRICS
01. Intro 02. Slusaj mater 03. Minimalni rizik 04. Rado vidjen 05. Jesmo'l sami 06. Saletova osveta 07. Prikaze 08. Recitacija 09. Mahir i Alma 10. Faca (intro) 11. Faca 12. Znas me (intro) 13. Znas me 14. Sverc komerc 15. De-za-vu 16. Sank 17. Pare, pare 18. Molitva 19. Za i protiv 20. Nemoj se bojat 21. Outro
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Intro Album: Slusaj mater by Ikon
[Edo Maajka] Repat preferiram Mikrofon cekiram Hitove serviram rime kad prebiram Materesina, hiphop starijesina velika glavesina rokam ko masina Edo Maajka refren ko cajka dala mu svaka u gacama staka Edo zine fejker gine jake rime kao mine Dash i Shot i Koolade moj brat kad trebam beat ja njih cu zvat defense komisija moja divizija FMJAM emisija
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Minimalni rizik Album: Slusaj mater by edomaajka.com
[Edo Maajka] karitas u rekete drzim pare perem pa susim vlast ne suradjuje-rusim u saci ih drzim suci u ruci veze vuci ko dim iz djoje postrojavam ljude svoje da za mene zakon kroje mediji radio tv za mene zene ukrajinke i sve domace glupe klinke za moje svodnike uz zvuke harmonike za vjerne vojnike-podanike dajem sve da sto bolje poso odrade... preko save sveram cigare kad mi trebaju pare carinike placas? tako je care sve shvacas. dva tri slepera skriveno ispod kepera placam pedera s arizone bescarinske zone u kamione trpam milione znam sve fore i sve ljude moji mi ljudi sude i sve je u dure ich bin ludi kure tajkun nad tajkunima dijamant mi u zubima ja sam taj sto uzima nikome ne daje svoje ljude salje kad previse otvaraju svoje jebene ralje i tako dalje i tako dalje i tako dalje....
[Refren 2x] care samo pare samo biznis minimalni rizik pliz pliz budi pametan nemoj zaglavit jebo pare jebo trebe cuvaj samo sebe samo sebe samo sebe!!!!!
[Edo Maajka] da sam profiter nisam nikad krio srecom rat je bio ja sam imo sve sto sam htio nas par ljudi do jaja ludih sverc s drugom stranom naftom picem i nekad hranom zolje bombe puske za usijane glave muske za hiljadarku dilam svaku uhvatili me za dlaku brzo sam reagiro svjedoke likvidiro poubijo dok su spavali da me nebi izdali imali smo sve televizore ves masine linije dok su drugi cuvali linije u rovovima se smrzavali mi smo krali hapali heroje izigravali dobivali cinove uhodavali sinove i prijatelje njihove pokazivali im trikove kako nabavit za djabe 5 cisterni nafte kome prodat koga podplatit kome kucu zapalit i kako zaboravit da te savjest ne pece dok ti se dio kolaca sjece jebote covjece vidi koju lovu moja ekipa sada okrece ako nece moja ekipa doce ekipa drugog tipa dok murija glumi kipa i gleda ceka isplatu na kraju dugog reda ceka isplatu na kraju dugog reda!!! drogom se samo mala djeca bave a mi smo stare barabe sto prave poslove rade sverc s ljudima tu se prava lova uzima rusima kinezima albancima irancima i svima njima a njih uvjek mashala ima minimalni rizik prihodi su stalni zapada su gladni a mi dobro uhodani. sve ide iz srbije iz beograda u rajvo-sa a tu sam ja ja ih cekam s par autobusa ili auta ili kamiona natrpam ih ko stoku pravac pogranicna zona! u zagrebu nas ceka veza kod jednog kineza furaju ih za ljubljanu kako?-niko ne zna vecina sto ih preko mene dojde uvjek prodje na iskustvima uce pa me preporuce kod rodje cjenu dizem sa soma na dva po glavi znaju da sam pravi to njima ne smeta u stvari njih zanima samo prolazak u zapad da dojdu novi zivot da pocnu za hranu socnu i valutu mocnu a ja radim nocnu za njihov prijevoz prepoznaj me na cesti u kombiju na cesti cut ces spanjolski melos cut ces spanjolski melos...
[Refren 4x] care samo pare samo biznis minimalni rizik pliz pliz budi pametan nemoj zaglavit jebo pare jebo trebe cuvaj samo sebe samo sebe samo sebe!!!!!
care samo pare
neka sviraju spanjolske gitare dok prefuravam ilegalce i cigare!!!!
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Rado vidjen Album: Slusaj mater by edomaajka.com
[Edo Maajka] od kad sam rodjen rado sam vidjen ginekolog rece nisam nikad vidio dijete vece puni srece mi bili i otac i mati bit ce mc hard kor edo ce se zvati rado vidjen po ficibaru dok sam trcko bio mali kosijaner volilo me cijelo brcko i sad me vole i njih dole volim ja samo mujkici i distrikt i naravno tk ravno do dna u tuzli sam ko bubreg u loju gotivi me raja voli svaku rimu moju dio sam najjaceg obrambenog tima defence defence svaka glava klima a raja nas cuva pazi ko da smo endemi u nasim su pjesmama njihovi problemi zato me rado vide kad sam na bini znaju da sam onaj pravi iskreni i fini svaka picka slini kad me vidi na cistini svaka se trudi da dobije moj teg na grudi stisnem mikrofon ruke mi zabride mciji se zastide a ljudi me rado vide...
Refren: rado vidjen edo maajka rado vidjen rado vidjen vidjen edo mati rado vidjen
[Edo Maajka] rado me vide ulicarke hoce sevu za marke al ukrajinke glupe nisu nikad moje furke vole me i dileri i ulicni kileri znaju da necu nikad drukat nit zbog lose robe kukat volim crtat ono fet kep i beltoni znaju me svi rajteri i putnicki vagoni i oni sto repaju konkurencija me voli kad god me vidi svaki od njih me za poduku moli izvoli udji edo dugo smo te cekali kazu mi u stanici prije neg pocnu zvekati dovidjenja momci fala i da znate uvijek sam sazaljevo kretene i primate uvjek me blate oni sto imaju bogate tate ja im znam mame rado me vide kad su same dze si edo maajka na ulici raja vice kad posudim pare nikad ne traze pokrice nema dileme mladi me uvjek rado vide s njima frisrajlam pa me zovu na gide mozda ja jesam ruzan debeo i krupan ali zato nisam kao onaj primitivni glupan imam svoj plan svoje hip hop stado i zato i staro i mlado me uvijek vidi rado...
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rado vidjen....
[Edo Maajka] i u kafani kad svratim i tamo sm dragi gost znaju da volim popit cak i kad je post psihu lijecim medicinom rakijom i vinom ujutro se rokam nekim antidepresivom cesto patim kada shvatim ko je na polozajima dodje mi da povratim da zavratim rukava i napravim bunu al profiterska govna imaju komunu kazu mi edo sta da ti kazem rado si ti vidjen na nisanu nasem pa ubij me na placu tamo dilam cigare marka i po za malboro a moze i manje rado vidjen kad mi filjo radi tetovaze boje kad slaze kad ih pokazem usred gaze rado vidjen kad usred dana lula mira vitra duhan i malo papira na radiju nesto svira rado vidjen kad u studiju radim hit do hita danas velka faca sutra opet kita ako mrzis moje rime bar na bit plesi kad me vidis na cesti barem se nasmijesi rado vidim osmjeh tvoj i ako te ne znam pitaj ti si rado vidjen ja cu reci jesam
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rado vidjen edo maajka rado vidjen rado vidjen vidjen edo mati rado vidjen
rado sam vidjen jesi jesi jesi jesi jesi jesi RADO VIDJEN
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Jesmo'l sami Album: Slusaj mater by Ikon
[Djuro] Ja sam tog dana obavljao najnormalnije funkcije ovaj jutarnje, zaljevao sam pesticidima polje iznad bukovice kad se iznenada, na lijevoj strani sam u vidokrugu primjetio neki eee objekat eee nepoznat koji je bio bljestav ustvari mjenjo je boju ustvari bio je zut, zelenkaste boje povremeno onda sam iznenada, zacudio sam se jer sam primjetio da avion jednostavno stoji na mjestu i da se elisa pri tom ne okrece a ja sam znao da se avion morao kretat jer sam ga upalio i sve medjutim motor je mirovao sve je stajalo taj objekat je proletio par puta pored mene pogledo sam dole, pesticidi su oo nisu padali po njivi nego su na moje ooo opsto iznenadjenje stajali u zraku onda sam s ovaj nisam gubio pribranost ni jednog momenta pokusao sam da pokrenem avion nije mi polazilo za rukom kad kad mi se taj objekat izgubio nepoznati bljesteci ee zeleni ustvari crveni je bio taj zelenkasti objekat kad kad kad se izgubio iz vidokruga avion je sam kreno naprijed i ja sam imao apsolutnu kontrolu nemojte me vise stvarno
[Edo Maajka] Bila je ponoc i satovi su stali Na vrata mi pokucase Mulder i Scully Kazu trazimo svemirca velka mu je glava Reko 'imam takvog u gacama al' trenutno spava' Sala mala
Da te pitam Da li imaju duge kose ? Da li traperice nose ? Da li vjeruju u Boga ? Da li uzimaju droga ? Da li ima smoga i kod njih na planetu ? Dive li se nama il nam zele nanjet stetu ? Odakle dolaze ove nase mljecne staze ? Je li dolaze u miru ili zele da nas zgaze ? Zasto paze tolko na svoju diskreciju ? Da li mozda zele na nama da naprave korekciju ? Pa da i mi dodjemo do svjetskoga mira Al' mozda i kod njih gore neka borbena svira Mozda je i kod njih gore samo se priznat stide Mozda svoj opstanak na nasoj zemlji vide Pitam se Da li rade grafite ? Il' su im ulice totalno ono totalno jebene ciste ? Tako ciste da se ono sve pravo sjaji Da li udobno zive ili umiru od gladi Da li se trava sadi kod njih ko kod nas zito ? Da vidim svemirca to bih ga ja upito Da li imaju policiju ? Da li i njih maltretira ? Da li vole opoziciju i kako vlast se kod njih bira ? Znaju li sta je piva ? Da li rocka kod njih ima ? Da li ima kod njih boli ? Da li zena voli ? Duvaju li na flasu ili koriste roli ? Je li ljepo tijelo kod njihovih zena ? Da li se i oni tuku zbog boje svoga tena ? Kad dodju izbori jel se i kod njih laze ? Da li im zene vole petting vole'l tetovaze ? Koja je valuta ? I da li devalvira ? Da li i kod njih na ratu gore neko profitira ? Kojim danom po gebiru idu ? I zasto nikad bas nikad nas ne zovu na gidu ? Je li imaju u vidu davat vize za strance ? Hoce li primat ko' izbjeglice nas Bosance ? Nek' me prime prvog ovdje nemam plana, kuce, stana zivitnog elana ni volana da vozim Ovdje mi je neugodno al' kod vas cu da prosim
[Refren 4x] Nek' nam vrate Elvisa, Haseta, Bruce Lee-a a evo im silikoni, atomska i CIA
[Edo Maajka] Evo im sve
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Saletova osveta Album: Slusaj mater by Ikon
[Refren] Hej nemoj jebat me Jednog dana kada tada ja cu sjebat te Sve se vraca, sve ce placa majmune Jebat cu ti mater za dvije, tri godine
[Edo Maajka] 'Svi ste vi budale, svi ste jebene budale' Govorio je svojim vrsnjacima mali Sale Jebo klikere, video igre i sve vas Ja odoh krast, necu ko vi tu skupljat mast S 13 godina u guzi, vec karo u kuruzi Almu, Vesnu i rodicu Aidu Iso na mjesta gdje samo odrasli idu Uvijek sluso, uvijek smeko kad je neko nesto reko Pa kopiro u jarku svakome vrsnjaku Krao pare, djelio samare, nosio marame na glavi Oko mu poplavi kad ga drukaju mami i tati Stari ga je znao da prati Kad ide u skolu al on je imao foru Pa bjezo sa ekipom na motoru Visio po gradu i prodavo cigle Pa ga istuko Mile jer mu zajebavo brata Ukro mu lanac s vrata sto mu je dao tata Sale nije plako tako lahko vec reko ovako: 'Od sad pa na dalje, ubuduce Zapisat cu na papir svakoga ko me istuce Evo prvi su mi ovdje ovaj Hile i Muce On mi je prijetio jucer kad sam mu piso pored kuce' Bilo je vruce ljeto 85-o Sale krao, svakom srao Nije znao da ga prate murijaci I da ga drukaju znanci Zlaja, Moke zbog koke Al' ne one bijele vec zbog Mirele Moketove trebe, sto je isamaro i natjero da mu popusi Reko da ce da je ugusi, sasjece na komade Ako se istina saznade Al' Moke to zna, zna i murija zna i sudija Sto je izdo nalog, zatvorise Saleta malog
[Refren 2x] Hej nemoj jebat me Jednog dana kada tada ja cu sjebat te Sve se vraca, sve ce placa majmune Jebat cu ti mater za dvije, tri godine
[Edo Maajka] U zatvoru je naucio sve i svasta A najvaznije je ono da se nikom nikad ne prasta Nekoliko tetovaza, stariji, ludji, jaci Bojali su ga se svi igraci Cijeli zatvor, cak i cuvari znali su kako stoje stvari Da je lud ustvari psiholozi su bili stari Popusili foru, poslije 5 godina Sale opet na motoru Tolko dugo je ovo planiro ceko Nikom nista nije reko Nikad nije bio ljuci Isao kuci crnu listu izvuci Navuc vojno odjelo i cisme Procito prvo ime i ponavljo 'MILE' Kalasnjikov u ruksaku, bombe puni okviri Niko nece da prezivi za sve su oni krivi Uz jebem li ti majku Muce prvi rafal puce I to tacno tamo pored njegove kuce Gdje je cesto piso Najebo je i Miso Samo zato jer je tuda slucajno naiso I Hora zvani ludi i jos 20 ljudi Koji su pili gore u onoj Andjenoj vili Svi su oni bili na Saletovoj listi nedjela Medju njima Moke, Mirela njihov mali sin Tek je prohodo Sale ga ubi, pogleda mrtvo tijelo i rece 'Ja sad odoh' Jos je samo Mile osto Naso ga u parku gdje je klinci igraju kosarku Balavi neku starku 'Jebem li vam majku' rece Mile trazim te ovo cijelo krvavo vecer Ispuco je dva okvira, obadva po njima 'Eto sad sam vam pokazo svima'
Hej Sale, Sale 'Neces vise nikom srat' Bio je to Miletov brat Sad ga zovu ludi Boris Ocito je i on imao svoj popis
[Refren 2x] Hej nemoj jebat me Jednog dana kada tada ja cu sjebat te Sve se vraca, sve ce placa majmune Jebat cu ti mater za dvije, tri godine
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Recitacija Album: Slusaj mater by Ikon
[Edo Maajka] Veceras je u gradu tuga, veceras caruje bol svi ga zazivaju, al' niko ne zna gdje je Bog, u gradu, njih par manijaka se smije al' vecina ih veceras place, ispuzale male zmije pretvorile se u koljace, mrtva tijela velika, srednja i ona mala, moja rijeka je crvena i guta ih Sava mada ne bi htjela, guta one koji su nju gutali, sto su se smijali i volili dok su se u njoj kupali, muka je rijeci, vidi se po pjeni sto je na obalu izbacuje, al' ne moze da izbaci sta zmija u nju ubaci, u pomoc stizu oblaci, salju kisu da spasi rijeku, crvene krvave fleke da lakse oteku. Tuzna je i savska sirena jer mrtva su djeca njena, treba skoljku za smirenje, treba neko objasnjenje, treba joj zraka od tuge se gusi, najrade bi na povrsinu, pa nek' umre i nek' se isusi, zove svoje podanike, zove savske somove, daje im naredbu da ljudska tijela spreme u grobove, da se tijela pokopaju najdublje sto se mose, i to na uscu kod Dunava gdje je ona duboka uvala, i tako somovi tijela vuku, pozvali su i veliku stuku, da tjera druge ribe s puta, ko nece se sklonit stuka ga proguta, a na uscu za to vrijeme po naredbi sirene, ribe napravise grobnicu za nevinu savsku djecu, tijela su pokopana sad je red na Dunavu, da u Crno more odnese fleku krvavu
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Mahir i Alma Album: Slusaj mater by edomaajka.com
[Edo Maajka] Ljubav,ljubav je smisao zivota prica mi covjek za sankom dok cigaru mota. Ljepota njena se ne moze ni s cim mjerit rece mi krvavih ociju i ode rakiju potegnit. Zove se Alma i sjedila je sama u klupi ja joj prosu neki fazon glupi. Reko dze di curo zgodna ona kaze da me pozna ti si Mahir osmi dva vec te dugo gledam ja. Bilo je pola dva april peti Mahir se sjeti. Odmah smo se zaljubili i pred svima poljubili hodali smo skolom drzali se za ruku djelili istu klupu i uzinu imali istu druzinu. Istu srednju skolu s njom sam pjevo u horu izigravo foru vozili se na mom motoru. Ja Alma i Tomos imali smo mali kosmos svoje drvo uz Savu stotinu djece u planu. Svoje pjesmu svoje price nasa hrana nase pice nase zvijezde i nas grad sjecam se ko sad rekla je Mahire pazi bojim se da me ne boli. Bojo sam se i ja al sam znao da me pravo voli. Ja i Alma goli i meni i njoj prvi puta bilo je ljeto i Ficibajr nase drvo pored puta. Nikad necu zaboravit taj miris trave u ocima zvjezde kako sjaje topli vjetar sa Save. Taj dim cigare moj izgubljeni pogled. Jednog dana bit cu ti zena a ti moj covjek....
Konobar, daj jos jednu ja izvadi sice donesi Mahiru pice da cujem ostatak ove price On svoj konjak sastavi pa pricu meni nastavi Almini starci su bili na rastavi. Nije mogla vise trpit non stop svade pa je kod mene zivila rade dok se sama negdje ne snadze. Medutim to se oduzilo na jedno dvije godine pa smo presli u stan kod moje bliznje rodbine. Reko hajmo se ozenit datum svadbe 3.maj na svadbu cemo pozvat cijeli nas kraj....tu je bio kraj.
Dan prije vjencanja doslo je do sranja ona bila je kod matere tam ce docekat svatove. Al umjesto svatova pale su granate pobjegla je s materom kod tetke Fate. Svi znate bila je panika spasi zivu glavu ja sam preplivo Savu imo srecu pravu. Probo sam je nazvat medutim pukle su veze Alma je mrtva,Alma je mrtva! To su bile rijeci Kreze. Krezo lazes lazes Krezo jebat cu ti sve ne lazem Mahire matere mi evo pitaj Alije. Alija reci nesto ljudi nemojte me sad zajebavat, vidio sam kako je pala kad je posla pretrcavat i mrtva je sto posto jer ja sam zadnji osto poginuli su jos dvojca sto sam ih po nju poslo. Bez zraka sam osto sedam dana nisam mogo jest ceko sam svaki dan da neko kaĹľe neku vijest al nista ni vijesti ni zivota u meni samo alkohol u veni i sjecanje o jednoj zeni.....
Otiso sam u Njemacku i poceo tam radit reko lakse cu je zaboravit i malo cu se oporavit. Dan za danom 12 sati dnevno radio sam vrijedno samo poso i rad da zaboravim na rat. Godine su prolazile i naniza ih se 6 zavrsen je rat u Bosni je to vec stara vijest. Sta cu dole nemam nista tu sam sebi zivot stvorio ma hajmo dole na par dana moj frend me nagovorio. Doso sam dole i bilo je sve u najboljem redu dok nisam sreo koga- pa Alminog rodaka Vedu Dje si Mahire?Dje si Vedo? Evo kaze bas sam sada kod Alme kreno. Zar si seno Vedo,sta me zezas? Pa Alma je ziva, sta ti to ne znas? Noge mi se odrezale i sve slike nase dosle mi na oci vodime me Vedo moram do nje doci. Nece moci.Reko molim? on mi kaze pa Alma se udala za Kebu s njime ceka bebu i to drugu prosle dogine mu je rodila curu. Dade mi broj telefona odma sam je bio nazvo. Reko halo Alma izvini jebiga nisam ni ja znao. Tako poce razgovor 2 sata smo plakali dok smo razgovarali. Izvini Mahire takva je sudbina bila ako ti ista znaci kcer mi se zove Mahira. Nisam znala dje si nisi mi se javljo udala sam se za Kebu i sad ga volim ono pravo plaho,hajde zdravo. Zdravo vidimo se sutra . Evo sad sam tu konobar daj nam sad jos jednu ljutu. Pa reko sta ces sad hoces se ic nac s njom sutra? Sjedi Edo pit cemo do jutra kapnu mu suza ljuta. Dize se on kaze 'Izvinte ljudi odo ja sad pisat' zacu se pucanj i sva raja poce vristat. Izletiosam odma da vidim sta je to mercedes krvavi pistolj-Mahir se je ubio...
ubi se covjek a bio mlad jebo te
[Edo Maajka kao Silvana] Nocas mi srce pati Nocas me dusa boli Nocas mi srce pati Nocas me dusa boli
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Znas me Album: Slusaj mater by edomaajka.com
[Refren] sve te face pojma nemaju kakvu igru s tobom igraju svi pijuni tebe gledaju svaki potez budno cekaju
[Edo Maajka] super maajka je junak on je legenda ko tito ko hase super maajka je heroj u sluzbi mase nesto poput super hika samo nije takva spika protivnici njegovi su droga i politika protiv puno protivnika maajka se bori stari voli politiku mladi drogu voli al on se ne boji jer ima svoje super moci ima mikrofon i skembu al tezina ga koci kad hoce da leti pa se maajka onda sjeti i sa djojom dobi krila ma nije droga to je ono protiv kila ma znas ono nije bitno jedne noci dobi poziv super maajka ovo je hitno stop klinci kod trga dilaju dop dodji odma stop slusaju los hip hop gledaju dnevnik i slusaju kretena maajka ko bare rece vrijeme je da se krene obuko od zene sto mu sasila odjelo uze brlju masni cevap omiljeno jelo zovnu svoje pomagace brutalne becare s efemdzema uze pjesmu care samo pare ponovio fraze za samo pouzdanje ja sam super maajka svi drugi su sranje
[Refren] sve te face pojma nemaju kakvu igru s tobom igraju svi pijuni tebe gledaju svaki potez cekaju
[Edo Maajka] znas me poklic super maajke znas me pa prorade sake maajka malo vise pije svako ima probleme vinarija mu sponzor njihov logo mu krasi tene nesto ko torente za mezu sira fete s arizone triko u njem ko zagorov ciko znas me sinko reko klincu sto se piko telepatijom je malog s droge skino sjeca se maajka svakog zadatka pricama davi becare o duzini svoje kare ko tuca u dejtonu kad je sreo spajdermena kad mu reko kako piti a da ne zna zena pa kaze politicare mrzi maajka pa pjeva a dilerima u usta kaka njegova saka ko lopata pa ih lako fata da ne bjeze on ih super cvorom sveze super maajka i becari sredili su stvari do drugog puta kazi cao drugari
[Refren] sve te face pojma nemaju kakvu igru s tobom igraju svi pijuni tebe gledaju svaki potez budno cekaju
znas me znas me
Cao drugari, cao drugari.............
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Nemoj se bojat Album: Slusaj mater by Ikon
[Edo Maajka] Milic na Jutel-u, stari otvara butelju isprobava fotelju kaze 'opet seru i slovenci a evo sad i ovi nasi' ja uplaseno malo dijete vjerovao sam tati kad je reko 'nemoj te se bojat pa svijet nas nece prodat neco to tako hodat svako zna da nas cuva JNA mi smo djeca Jugosloveni nemoj te se bojat vjerujte meni' haj dobro prolaze praznici razni a komsiluk se lagano prazni pametni prodaju kuce mi se djeca igramo klikera gdje je 90-te ubijen Muce kod Zuce iz Vukovara dosla tetka prica muz joj ubijen sa dva metka i to pred njezinim ocima stari nije spavo nocima na fotelji samo sjedio i razmisljo nije ni pomisljo da bijezimo 'nece ba nas nece nas' jedni druge po kuci tjeslil mati se brine kaze 'nemoj se bojat sine idemo sutra na svadbu kod nase strine sutra se zene Mahir i nasa mala Alma' 'dobro necu se bojat mama'
*zvuk granate dok pada*
[Edo Maajka] Kaj je kaj, kuzis bu i nebu Tako pricaju ovdje u Zagrebu Posto sam ? na neodredjeno vrijeme Uklopio sam se u sve zagrebacke seme Kad imam probleme odem do Save al' sjecanja iz glave se tesko zaborave Od kad sam cuo za Dayton zamisljam ispred kuce beton Sjecam se starog sa cigaretom Tesko je bez roditelja bit 4 ljeta A cudno je ic u zemlju sa pun kurac entiteta Cudno kad vise nisi izbjeglica kad hodas po gradu a ne znas ni jednog lica sami stranci a svi bosanci po ulicama naoruzani amerikanci sve je isto a ustvari nista nije jedino mati i otac mnogo mrsaviji nego prije otac pije reko 'de nam natoci dvije' dok u drugu toci vidim zasuzise mu oci kaze 'sine, proslo se pun kurac toga al' ipak vidis da ima nekakvog Boga ma bice ovo Svicarska bice zemlja snova bice svega sad je vlast nova' 'dobro je ba stari pa nemoj mu srat' iz druge sobe vice moj stariji brat 'Edo mozes birat Australija, Kanada ja imam motiv ovdje ne postoji nikakva nada Samo veze, stela, ilegalna djela Hajmo zajedno vani da nam djeca budu debela' Reko 'sorry buraz al' ja cu ostat kad mi dodje crno tabletama se rokat domace vino lokat fino je tamo fakat al' ovdje kad se budem bojo' bar cu imat s nekim plakat
[Refren] Nemoj bojat se Sine moj Kad cujes korake Sine moj Nemoj platak se (?) Ma bice dobro sve
[Edo Maajka] Budi mi silan i dobro mi stoj
Artist: Edo Maajka Pjesma: Outro Album: Slusaj mater by Ikon
[Edo Maajka] Moja zemlja je u obliku srca, tu izmedu istoka i zapada, u njoj narod voli da puca i jedan drugog da napada, tu zive tri vjere, tri nacije, svako svakog u glavu jebe, svi su zeljni separacije. Njome vladaju tri predsjednika, tri stolice za tri vuka, za baliju, ustasu i cetnika, sva tri zeljna patnje i muka, a narod jadan pati, u dzepu nema ni pare, primoran za vlast umirati, ostale mu bijeda i rane, iz rana dusa otisla, nema vise ni veresije ni popusta, nema osmijeha i pomoci, kuce se zakljucavaju po noci, svi vjeruju u bolje sutra, al nikad nista ne cine, uporno jedu hljeb bez putera, dok gazde lazu s bine, a bine su cvrste, jer ih drze ljudi s pendrekom i puskama, svojim gazdama vijerno sluze, da zive ugodnije i duze, bit ce bolje stariji govore, vi ste nase mlade nade, ja ne nasjedam na takve fore i folove, zelim zivjeti svoje snove, blizu mora na Balkanu izmedu istoka i zapada, ja lijecim svoju ranu i molim Boga za malo rada...
Elemental na hrvatsku hip hop scenu donose novi zvuk i osjetno drukciji pristup ovoj vrsti muzike. Na pragu novog tisucljeca oni prate trend, koji kao i kod njihovih svijetskih uzora, priblizava rap muziku ostalim stilovima, te uvodi nove instrumente koji na studijskim snimkama zivom svirkom daju novu produkcijsku snagu i otvaraju ovu muziku prema ne-trendovski orijentiranoj publici. Osnovna postava MC-a, trojac je koji se sastoji od 2 muska i 1 zenskog MC-a, INK, SHOT i REMĂŤ. Oni zajedno djeluju od kraja 1998. godine, iako su i prije toga bili, svako za sebe, aktivni akteri na sceni. Elemental prvenstveno nastoje zadrzati osnovnu jezgru muzike unutar hip hop obrazaca, ali u njihovim podlogama jasno se ocrtavaju utjecaji jazza, soula, funka, i reggea.
RemÃ, rodena je u Zagrebu, 25.10.1979. Zavrsila je osnovnu muzicku skolu. Studira na Filozofskom Fakultetu u Zagrebu. Povezana je s hip-hop muzikom od 1996. kada se bavila urbanom umjetnoscu crtajuci grafite u tada jedinom zenskom "grafiti crew-u" u Hrvatskoj.
Glazbenu karijeru je zapocela kao jedan od izvodaca na albumu "Blackout Project:Project impossible", gdje se predstavila na zajednickoj pjesmi "Pasivna agresija" sa poznatim zagrebackim raperima Mc Shot-om i Mc MistaHorn-om. Nakon toga pojavljivala se na razlicitim mix tape projektima, izmedu ostalim na mix tape-u Dj Frxa i mix tape-u Dj Excela & Dj MistaHorna (Twinz Mixtape), koji su se prezentirali kao zagrebacka underground izdanja u ogranicenim nakladama. Pocetkom 1997 nastupa kao predgrupa (u sklopu Blackout Projecta) poznatom americkom raperu O.C.-u., u zagrebackom klubu "Aquarius".
Istovremeno se prezentira zagrebackoj hip-hop publici na freestyle nastupima na party-ima u zagrebackom klubovima od kojih su zapazeniji bili u klubu "Aquarius" i klubu "Gjuro 2". Nakon toga slijedi par mjeseci solo karijere, period u kojem je pridonjela izradi demo-tape-a uz pomoc istaknutijih zagrebackih rapera. S tog istog demo-tape-a, pod imenom "Basemental Project"uzeta je pjesma "Vrijeme Istine" za koju je napravljen i spot.
1998. s MC Shot-om i Mc Ink-om formira danasnju grupu pod imenom "Elemental" s kojima potpisuje ugovor za izdavanje albuma s izdavackom kucom "KondorComm" iz Zagreba.
Ink - Zagrebacki reper pravog imena Gordan Radocaj. Roden u Zagrebu 19.10.1980. Danas zivi i djeluje na Jarunu, kao student, kao strastven kolekcionar sprejeva i stranih hip hop mixtejpova, te ljubitelj graffiti casopisa. Ljubav prema grafitima , kao i prema muzici, gaji jos od malih nogu kada je sa ekipom Masno Deluxe (zajedno sa D.J Excelom , Kid Restom, Paceom i dr.) ukrasavao legalne zidove po gradu Zagrebu, i okolici, svojim grafitima u kojima jos i danas uz jos neke njemu drage stvari nalazi inspiraciju za svoje tekstove i glazbeno djelovanje.
Sada aktivno sudjeluje u triu Elemental svojim vokalnim sposobnostima, kao tekstopisac, MC (majstor ceremonije). Prije osnivanja tria bilo je pokusaja stvaranja pocetka samostalne glazbene karijere, ali su oni ubrzo izbljedjeli nakon sto je sa starim znancima Shotom i RemÄ(koji su do tada imali takoder solo karijeru) odlucio udruzenim snagama uz utjecaje stranog hip hopa, jazza, r&b-a, funka, soula, latino pa ponegdje i rock glazbe, te i ostale glazbe, nastaviti svoj put na hrvatskoj hip-hop sceni, za koju smatra da jest mala, ali da njeno vrijeme tek dolazi, te se nada i zeli ljudima uspjesno prenijeti dobre vibracije koje nudi ova , jos ne zadugo, subkultura (hip hop). Elemental vidi kao jednu sintezu triju ukusa, triju mozgova (njega , Shota i RemÄ svaki sa svojim ukusima, stavovima, razmisljanjima te darom za glazbu, za koje smatra da sjajno funkcioniraju ukrsteni zajedno (bas kao "Tri k'o Jedan").
Shot - Aktivno se bavi ovom vrstom muzike vec preko 7 godina. Zapoceo je kao MC u jednoj od prvih zagrebackih hip-hop grupa Young Lordz, koja je u svoje vrijeme ('94-'95) ozivila umrtvljenu hip-hop scenu diljem hrvatske. Istodobno pocinje sa svojim prvim produkcijskim angazmanima. 1996. godine sudjeluje u projektu "one-o-one" kojim je zagrebacka hip-hop scena izrazila nezadovoljstvo tadasnjim dogadanjima oko popularnog zagrebackog Radija 101. Iako tada jos ne objavljen na nekom nosacu zvuka, "one-o-one" dozivljava veliki interes javnosti. Kasnije kao MC sudjeluje na albumu "Blackout Project - Project Impossible" u produkciji DJ Frx-a i Radija 101/Blackout Hip-Hop Show-a. Tijekom tog vremena takoder je aktivno radio kao producent za vise-manje nepoznata imena zagrebacke underground scene. Ubrzo nakon izdavanja Blackout Project albuma organizira vrlo uspjesan studio session s nekolicinom neafirmiranih MC-a, s namjerom da se objavi kompilacija gdje bi se predstavio zagrebacki underground hip-hop. Zbog iznimno teske ekonomske situacije, kompilacija nije objavljena ali je izraden spot za pjesmu "Vrijeme Istine", ciju produkciju potpisuje. 1999. godine radi vecinu (70%) produkcije na albumu "Nered & Stoka - Spremni za rat" u izdanju izdavacke kuce KondorComm. Nakon formiranja Elementala dalje nastavlja raditi za mnoge druge izvodace u srodnim muzickim stilovima.
Bend - Elemental, kada god je to moguce, nastupaju s bendom kojeg cine: Bile (bass gitara), Viktor (bubnjevi), Davor (gitara), Ivana (klavijature), Grasshopper (truba), Cassa (backvocal) i DJ Excel (turntables) U ovoj postavi Elemental nastoje kompletno promjeniti koncepciju i tradicionalne stavove prema zivim svirkama i tzv."rock bandovima". Njihov zvuk moze se opisati kao spoj hip-hopa, funka i jazza. Posebnost ove postave je sto svojom svirkom ne podsjeca niti na jedan postojeci bend u Hrvatskoj.
Elemental su trenutno potpisani za izdavacku kucu KondorComm i upravo su dovrsili svoj album prvijenac pod nazivom "Moj, njegov i njen svijet". Album se sastoji od 74 minute materijala, tj 17 pjesama koje se bitno razlikuju od dosadasnjih hrvatskih hip-hop izdanja. Sve tekstove, kao i produkciju, potpisuju sami autori.
Za vizualni identitet brinu se Branimir "BadCat" Kolarek (dizajner) i Tino Turk (fotograf). Uz njih tu su i Edin "KidRest" Mujadlevic (logo) i Goran "Hard" Filipovic (graffiti art).
Kontakt e-mail: Shot - ltralic@grf.hr Ink - Inkogovic@hotmail.com RemÄâcaysee@usa.net
NERED I STOKA - SPREMNI ZA RAT , kritika ukrana sa jedne fakat dobre stranice..hehehe)
Posto je prije ili poslije netko morao recenzirati ovaj album, odlucio sam na sebe preuzeti tu cast. Kada sam prije otprilike godinu dana prvi put cuo ovaj album ostao sam jednostavno paf! Ovo je prvi kvalitetni album koji je izasao u hrvatskoj, mislim svaka cast Pimpu i njegovoj generaciji, ali tamo pola pjesama jednostavno nije slusljivo. Ovaj je album odmah po svom izlasku usao u legendu. Unatoc tome sto je pokopan od (nekompetentnih) kriticara, taj album je jednostavno jedan od onih koje se mora imati u svojoj kolekciji. To je prvi i za sada jedini album svoje vrste od nekog hrvatskog repera. Napravljen prema uzorima americke scene kao sto su Onyx i MOP, jednostavno rastura.
Nered i Stoka su se pokazali kao efektivan dvojac vec od svoje suradnje u pjesmi Groblje (Fake Wack MC-a) objavljene u prvom Workshop classu. Makar je to bila jedna od tri najbolje pjesme s Workshopa, tesko se moglo ocekivati izdavanje albuma, ali album je izdan sto je prije godinu dana bilo stvarno nevjerojatno, zato me zacudila mizerna prodaja od nekih (po informacijama koje ja imam) 500 primjeraka. Trk u trgovinu kupit album!!!
Album odlikuje dosta dobro dizajniran omot sa fenomenalnim fotografijama. Jedina zamjerka koju imam na album jest njegovo trajanje od nekih 45 min, no da pocnem sa ocjenjivanjem onog najvaznijeg.
Tijekom cijelog albuma se zapravo govori istom spikom (tipa kvart, pljuga,skvadra, ja sam najbolji itd.), ali to ni u jednom trenutku ne postaje zamorno, jer verbalno umijece ova dva odlicna MC-ja jednostavno zaprepascuje. Obojca imaju fenomenalne rime i izvrsno se uklapaju i izmjenjuju u repanju. To daje dojam da puno dulje suraduju nego sto su zapravo radili zajedno. Stoka nesto bolje repa dok Nered ima vise onih rima koje ulaze u legendu "no no no decko moras biti fin / nemoj nikada na suho, prvo stavi vazelin". U tom cjelokupnom napadu ludih rima i fora ima i pjesama koje imaju poruku kao sto je "Zeleno, zeleno". Istakao bih i solidno gostovanje SRS-a i vrlo dobrih Nuzpojava.
Zaboravio sam spomenuti glazbu. Nered i Stoka jednostavno nisu mogli izabrati boljeg producenta za produciranje albuma. Shot koji je i prije imao zapazenih radova je sa ovim albumom napravio posao zivota. Tocno je pogodio mentalitet dvojca, pa je ubacivanjem debelih basova, mocnih drumova i prigusenih, dubokih loopova stvorio atmosferu potrebnu da bi teske rime Nereda i Stoke dosle do izrazaja. Taj stvoreni underground zvuk najvise dolazi do izrazaja u pjesmama "Vjecno Dole", "Spremni Za Rat" i "Jungle Boogie". Vrlo su dobra i producentska gostovanja Baby Dooksa (sa nesto veselijim podlogama) i Frxa (sa vrlo dobrom (meni) sjetnom podlogom) koja su donijela potrebno osvjezenje. Makar jednostavno nemam prigovora na album, ne mogu im dati 5 jer bi bilo puno zanimljivije cuti sta oni imaju za reci u skitovima nego slusanje isjecaka iz Aliena, Blade Runnera i Simpsonsa.
by ChozenOne
Nered i Stoka - Spremni Za Rat
Izdavac: Kondorcomm
Godina: 1999
Dizajn: 2fast
01. Intro
02. Pusi Moje Sranje
Produkcija: Shot
03. Zeleno, Zeleno feat. Baby Dooks
Produkcija: Baby Dooks
04. Vjecno Dole
Produkcija: Shot
05. War (skit)
06. Spremni Za Rat
Produkcija: Shot
07. Groblje
Produkcija: Shot
08. Jungle Boogie
Produkcija: Shot
09. Majstori Ceremonije
Produkcija: Shot
10. Barney (skit)
11. Porno feat. Baby Dooks
Produkcija: Baby Dooks
12. Kak Je Bilo Prije feat. Nuzpojave
Produkcija: Frx
13. 199-Deva (Kranje Ludilo) feat. Bizzo
Produkcija: Shot
14. Outro
Izvode: Nered i Stoka
Album: Spremni Za Rat
Pjesma: Pusi Moje Sranje
Napisao: Def-aCt
REFREN
[Nered]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
[Stoka]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
[Nered]
Ilegalna zarada teska rima Nereda
Nabrijana ekipa od Sije sve do Dugava
Sex cagica klubava pljugica i zuja
Maca u krilu (ja sam Neredova kuja)
Fino razradeno radimo uskladjeno
Uzivam u podzemlju jer nemre bit zagadjeno
Poljubi me u guzu karam pravu muzu
Kad zavrsim s albumom beneho pusti suzu
Majstor svoje struke budalo digni ruke
Skini se sa bine da ti odmah skratim muke
Cahure na podu tebi pjevam odu
Vidi se po hodu da nisi u mojem rodu
Na sanku cijelo krdo cure vole tvrdo
Zajebavas se sa nama pa mora biti grdo
Razbijamo flase za kuje i za nase
Ne cujem te budalo, kome to ne pase?
REFREN
[Stoka]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
[Nered]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
[Stoka]
Kad moja skvadra radi tulume to zna cijeli grad
svaki dan imamo tulum svaki dan imamo rad
Prvi joint se pali u zoru s izlaskom sunca
Jucer bilo je gazenje danas pol ekipe bunca
Dobro poznati rad danas opet se nastavlja
Preko dana se nabavlja a navecer se zabavlja
Sve ide postupkom naravno kruzne kombinacije
Onda cijelu vecer slusas lude zajebancije
Ne moze biti bolje svi su uvijek dobre volje
Imas hrane imas pica imas fffff imas drolje
Rodeni s talentom da tulum znamo napraviti
Sa jointom u ruci u fotelji se raskraviti
Mjuzu full glasno naviti probleme zaboraviti
Uzivaj dok mozes jer nemas 9 zivota
Dodi na tulum moje ekipe pa ces ti vidjeti kaj je ljepota
Jedna za drugom se gaplju dok ne padnes ko pokosenu rolu mota.
REFREN
[Nered]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
[Stoka]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
[Nered]
Napunjeni sanzeri u kuci dvije zvijeri
Na stolu mala vaga sve radimo po mjeri
Zadimljena baraka prvog lorda mraka
Klosara divljaka kraj potoka kustosaka
Kum mi daje pljugu Stoka vadi cugu
Napravit cemo kaos u bilo kojem klubu
Zavrsilo je kobno mala peso ti se pobro
Veceras si sa nama pa mora biti dobro
Ko mi cuva leda? (cijela tvoja rodbina)
Provjeri to kaj radim cuo si za Nereda
Svaka zlatna karika za godinu repanja
Blantanja cekanja pa rima nije mekana
Refletkor iznad glave u depu nekaj trave
kad pocnem trgat mikrofon nek me svi ostave
Slusaj kaj ti kazem hodaj dalje od bine
Serem ti po stilu puna jebene vjestine
REFREN
[Stoka]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
[Nered]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
[Stoka]
Vizije u glavi iznad ljudskog uma
Sean mi daje repam midi pa mi demo nema suma
Kvatric, Kustosija 94 TGZ
Krenemo do trga zavrsimo na Tresnjevci
Ubijeni klosari seru po perifeiji
Vecernji rad samo jos jedan u seriji
Provjeri to kaj radim ako hoces 15 puta
120 minuta dok me cuga ne proguta
Pa guza ide lijevo pa guza ide desno
Nered i Stoka uzivo pa mora biti tijesno
Trebam puno basa da ostanem bez glasa
Kad su majstori na bini tada puna je terasa
Na podiju u transu zavrsavam performansu
La habla englezo uz finalnu seansu
(Nered, Stoka '99- Pusi moje sranje)
REFREN x4
[Nered & Stoka]
Pusi moje sranje ak si hip-hop prvak
Digni ruke u zrak u kuci stoka i divljak
Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Album: Nigga Please
Song: I Can't Wait
Typed by: flabbo@hotmail.com
Yo, Yo Miami
Yo Cali-Fornia
North East West and South motherfucka
Yo Check this out
This is Dirt Dog
I'm here to make you scream
(Chorus)(x4)
Big Baby Jesus
I can't wait
Nigga fuck that!
I can't wait!
I ain't no actor my shit's for real
Thighmaster
If I don't get paid 2 or 3 million dollars on Monday
I'm a bring on the ARMAGEDDON!(It's Monday)
Fuck that feeling, this fo reeling
Nigga I want my Noalin
Make it rain, hail, storm and earthquake
UHHHH! That's what I'm saving!
Play that music in your trunk
The cocaine got my ????? stuck
Nigga I'm from the ghetto
How many celebrities from the ghetto?
(Dirty your crazy, I'm crazy about your music
Dirty your crazy, you're a nutcase you're a fucking nutcase)
(Chorus)
A to the Pox doing Night Fever
Cancer, herpes, mumps, seizures
Diabetes, TV if your against me
You die easier!
Cops don't have a show whatsoever
Ain't no more doctors, ministers
Nurses can't give us searches
There won't be electric, won't be churches
Cause your body go against you
Whether it's a lie or whether it's true
You can't use violent mentalities anymore
It ain't lambskin
You can't use the word napkin
Nigga ya sleeping
(Chorus)(x3)
Hold on Hold on Hold on
HAHAHAHAH
I'm diplomatic playing pen and pad
Ratatat you're a scaredy-cat
Cause I have a tat put you up like that
You can't stand that, cause you gotta scat
You couldn't even move
Don't know how to groove
BITCH TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES
Take up the brew
Motherfucker you knew!
Fucking with the doo
Dirt Dog don't make any room
(Chorus til shoutouts)
I want to give a shoutout to FunkMaster Flex
And all the DJs across the world
I want to give a shoutout to my nigga Lupe
I want to give a shoutout to my nigga Suge Knight
To my nigga Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg
I want to give a shoutout to um,um, what's them niggas, Outkast
I want to give a shoutout to them crazy niggas
In parts of the world that I never been too
I want to give a shoutout to the Eskimos
I want to give a shoutout to the submarines
I want to give a shoutout to the army, air force, navy marines
KNow what I'm saying? Y'all playing my music
In the submarines and the boats
Play that shit know what I'm saying?
It's called travelling music busting ya ass style
Yo Big Baby Jesus
It's One Love
I give a shout out to all the women
I give a shout out to all the babies
All the munchkins
All across the world playa, God
I want to give a shoutout to all the school teachers
I give a shout out to um,um, myself
(Chorus)
I give a shout out to the Wu-Tant, Tang, Tang!
The Brooklyn Zoo
Artist: Ol Dirty Bastard
Album: Return to the 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version
Song: Brooklyn Zoo
I'm the one-man army Ason,
I've never been tooken out,
I keep M.C.'s lookin' out,
I drop science like girls be droppin' babies,
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy,
Energy building,
Takin' all types of medicine,
Your ass thought you were better than,
Ason, I keep planets in orbit,
While I be comin' with deeper and more shit,
Enough to make and bake and shake your ass and clock and take,
Rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix, this style, I'm masterin',
Niggas catchin' headaches, what, what? You need Aspirin,
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol,
Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol,
In your face like a can of mace, baby,
Is it burnin? Well, fuck, now you're learnin',
How, I don't even like your motherfuckin' profile,
Give me my fuckin' shit, (Ch-ch...plow!)
Not seen and heard, no one knows, you forget,
Niggas be quiet as kept,
Now you know nuthin', before you knew a whole fuckin' lot,
Your ass don't wanna get shot,
Alot of M.C.'s came through my showdown,
To watch me put your fuckin' ass lo-o-ow down,
As you can go, below zero, without a doubt I've never been tooken out,
By a nigga, who couldn't figure, yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure,
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure, how to pull a fuckin' gun triger,
Get the fuck outta here!
Nigga wanna get too close, to the upmost,
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host,
"Introducin', yo fuck that nigga's name,"
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain,
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore,
That's why I give you more of the raw,
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot,
M.C.'s I be bur-r-rnin', bur-r-rnin' hot,
Woah ho ho! Hit me like slow-mo with the flow,
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know,
I'm homicidal when you enter the target,
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit,
So I take yo ass out quick, the mics I had my nigga,
You can suck my dick,
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' wreck,
(Ch-ch plow! plow! plow!) blown to death,
You got shot cause you knock knock knock,
"Who's there?" Another motherfuckin' hardrock,
Slackin' on your back cause raw's what you lack,
You wanna react? Bring it on back...
Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo! (X5)
What? My nigga...
Shame on ya...
AFROMAN - GOODTIMES
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic - because I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I was gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
OTHER AFROMAN LYRICS HERE
Afroman - She Won't Let Me Fucc
(Hey Sugar, how you doin'? Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude.
What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?' Probly with your man. Can we fuck?)
She won't let me fucc.
I really need to bust a nut.
She won't let me fucc.
I really need to bust a nut.
(Hey, check this out.)
It's so frustrating being a man, all these sexy women don't understand
Things we need to do, every other day or two
Like take you home baby, and make sweet love to you,
But you, you won't let me fucc.
She won't let me fucc. (You say the mood ain't right.)
I really need to bust a nut. (I know that pussy's tight.)
She won't let me fucc. (Give it to me, baby.)
I really need to bust a nut.
Her heart is still broken, (Poor baby.) her emotions are sore. (I know what you mean, girl.)
She is trying to recover from the man before. (Hey, that's my homeboy, cuz.)
Her ex-boyfriend, (Who, Jermaine?) he probly can't see (shake that ass.)
that it was easy for him (uh, say what?) but he made is hard for me. (Why, man?)
Cause she, she won't let me fucc.
She won't let me fucc. (Aw, give it to me baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You know just what I need.)
She won't let me fucc. (Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut. (you smokin' all my weed!)
You rub your ass against me on the disco floor. (shake that ass.)
I asked you for your number and you said 'Hell no!'
(That's alright. Hey, fuck that bitch look at that one over there,cuz.)
You always hang around me everyday. Different women wanna kick it, but you scare them away.
Now I get offended when you come around, cause I'm tired of my organs
(Your organs?) going up and down. That sucks, cause she won't let me fucc.
She won't let me fucc. (Aw, give it to me baby, give it to me honey.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Don't play with my head again.)
She won't let me fucc. (Let me hit it baby, let me hit it baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Are you a lesbian?)
Oh, let me lick it baby. Let me stick it honey. Buccoooc!
I'll give you my money.
Girl, you can have it all. Go ahead and have a ball.
If you want, you can take them both, baby.
In the year 2000 I see thousands of pretty young women I find arousin'
Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin', many different ways they keep their hair styles and
Full of boredom, I walk toward 'em, get 'em close to me cause I'm supposed to be
Male aggressor, female impresser. Say the right things, possibly undress her.
But that's the post game, this is still the pre-game.
Silly woman She-game. Baby, what's your name?
Even though I'm a freak, I play it off like a college geek, crack a smile and politely speak
With intellect to the woman I select, hoping that she won't detect
my egotistical chauvinistical lust I thrust 'til I scream like Mystical.
The wrong message I hope I'm not sending. Laughing and pretending my dick's not extending.
Can't be overzealous, she might discover. She's walkin' away, (Biatch!) blew my cover.
She won't let me fucc. (You know I love you.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Please don't change the subject.)
She won't let me fucc. (We coulda fucked all night long)
I really need to bust a nut. (but, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong.)
She won't let me fucc. (Girl you got a lot to give.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You dress, you dress, so provocative.)
She won't let me fucc. (I can see your lingerie, from real far away.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Bitch, you must think I'm gay.)
Don't make me beg. Baby, let me rub your leg.
Don't make me cry. Look into my eye.
Girl, you damn pretty. Stop actin' so, _? Put some oil on your titt--.
Hey, man, I'm up outta here. She don't wanna fuck.
Afroman - Crazy Rap
(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it. It was this blind man, right?
Man, check this out- it was this blind man, right?
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?
Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'?
He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said,
Woooooo, good morning, ladies.
You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man.
I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool on the drums,
everybody just crowd around the mic, I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes.
But first, I'ma start it off like this. Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.)
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.
Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale.
When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale.
Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan.
I let her ride in my Caddy cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan.
We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro.
Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white.
I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA!
I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.
I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.
Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night.
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had.
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.
I met this lady in Hollywood. She had green hair, but damn she looked good.
I took her to my house, cause she was fine, but she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine.
I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African.
I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice.
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya. I met a woman in the heart of Australia.
Had a big butt and big titties, too, so I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo.
See, I met this lady from Hawaii. Stuck it in her ass, and she said, Aiiiiieeee!
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch.
Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me.
I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
Hey, wait a minute man, check this out.
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy.
That country music nearly drove me crazy, but I rode that ass and said, Yes, Miss Daisy!
Met this lady in Oklahoma; put that pussy in a coma.
Met this lady in Michigan; I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again.
Met a real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino.
Fucked this hooker in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, so I owe her.
Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her mouth. Man, I thought I told ya.
Met this beautiful sexy ho; she just ran cross the border of Mexico.
Fine young thing, said her name's Maria. I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.
I wanna get married, but I can't afford it. I know I'ma cry when she gets deported.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck, but the pussy just ain't no good? (SAY WHAT?)
And then you're getting' upset cause you can't get her wet, plus you in the wrong neighborhood?
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy, but it takes her so long to come (SAY WHAT?)
Then a dude walks in. That's her big boyfriend, and he asks you where you from? (Where you from, man?)
So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't bang.), you start talkin' real fast.
But he's already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, so he starts beatin' on your ass.
Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was hard but now it's soft. (WHUT?)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world, now you still gotta go jack off.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
[fade out]
Afroman - Hush
[Hook] (Afroman talking)
Hush, hush (yeah yeah)
Somebody's callin my name (if you listen closely baby)
Hush, hush (yeah yeah)
Somebody's callin my name
Hush (listen baby) hush (somebody's callin)
Somebody's callin my name
Oh my lord, oh my lord, what shall I do
(A man sometimes girls think I'm crazy cause I wake
her up and I tell her)
Sounds like Jesus (sounds like Jesus)
Somebody's callin my name (I know I'm high but baby)
Sounds like Jesus
And somebody's callin my name
Sounds like Jesus
Somebody's callin my name
Oh my lord, Oh my lord, what shall I do
(You know man, I think about all the hard times that I
went through and I think)
I'm so glad that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad I'm glad that trouble don't last always
Oh my lord, Oh my lord, what shall I do
I gotta feelin, that everything's gonna be all right
I gotta feelin everything's gonna be all right
I gotta feelin that everything's gonna be all right
Be all right
Be all right
Be all right
(A man it's funny cause I learnt this song when I was a little kid
When I went to visit my granddaddy down there in Mobile, Alabama
He stayed in this place called Trendy Garden you know what I'm sayin?
He used to grow his vegetables right there on the side of the house
And every now and then he'd get me to help him out know what I'm sayin?
And as he was like weedin out his garden and everything
He'd sing all kinda tunes and hymns know what I'm sayin?
And sometime he'd sing the same one like over and over and over again
You know what I'm sayin?
He'd get tired of singin the words
Sometimes he'd take a sip of his water outta that glass jar, set it back down
And while we was plantin them collard greens, he'd hum it
Just like this right here, help me out cuz, you know how we used to do it)
{*humming*}
It gets all in my hands
It gets all in my feet
It makes me wanna sing my song
To every little girl I meet
It gets all in my heart
It gets all in my sole
It comes straight out my mouth
And then I lose control
Cause I, I got this feelin, that everything's gonna be all right
Be all right
Be all right
Be all right
Afroman - Tumbleweed
Wait a minute man
Ay check this out man
It was this blind man, right?
Man check this
It was this blind man, right?
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?
Ay, he walked past this fish market
You know what I'm sayin'?
He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said
Woo, good morning ladies
You like that shit man?
Ay, I got a gang of that shit, man
I tell you what
My man on the guitar
Ay, fool on the drums
Everybody just crowd 'round the mic
I tell you all these motherf****n' jokes I got man
So first I'm gonna start it off like this
Help me sing it home boy, come on
Said colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell
Skatin on datin rims
So roll, roll the 83
Cadallac Coupe Caville
If my tapes and my cd's just don't sell
I bet my Cavy will
Well it was just sundown in a small white town
They call it eastside Palm Dell
When the Afro Man walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale
Well I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD's
when I met a little girl named Jan
I let her ride in my Caddy
cuz I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the flo'
Fucked so long I grew a fuckin' afro
Then I fucked to the left
Fucked to the right
She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white
I thought to myself
Sheeba sheeba got my ass lookin' like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
So I ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin with a two-by-fo'
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The motherfucker whooped my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudice dad
That's the best damn pussy I ever had
Got a bad of weed and a bottle o' wine
I'm a f*** that b***h just one more time
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell
Skatin on datin rims
So roll, roll the 83
Cadallac Coupe Caville
If my tapes and my cd's just don't sell
I bet my Cavy will
I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair but damn she looked good
I took her to my house
Cuz she was fine
But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan
Never made love with an African
I fucked her once
I fucked her twice
I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties, too
So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo
See I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass and she said I E
Lips was breakfast
Pussy was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiin punch
Met Colonel Sanders wife in the state of Kentucky
She said I'll fry some chicken if you just bump me
I came in her mouth
It was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with hennessy
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said "Yes, Miss Daisy"
Met this lady in Oklahoma
Put that pussy in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan I can't wait 'til I f*** that b***h again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
Fucked her 'til she turned into a white albina
Fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
Fucked this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth now I thought I told ya
Met this beautiful sexy ho
She just ran 'cross the border of Mexico
Fine young thang said her name's Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married but I can't afford it
I know I'm a cry when she get deported
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
Have you ever went ova' a girl's house to f***
But the pussy just ain't no good? (say what)
I mean you gettin' upset cuz you can't get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy
But it take her so long to cum
Then a dude walk in
That's her big boyfriend
And he asks you where you from (where you from homey?)
So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain (I don't bang)
You start talkin' real fast (I don't bang)
But he already mad cuz you fuckin' his woman
So he start beatin' on yo' ass
Now ya clothes all muddy
Ya nose all bloody
Your dick was hard but now it's all (what)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off
Said colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park...
Afroman - Let's All Get Drunk Tonight
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Let's get dumb, drink some rum. Make my teeth and gums feel real numb.
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving while we're drinking and we're driving.
Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry. Sober up looking at an all white jury.
Judge don't like no drunk like me. Punk might give me strike number three.
Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high, I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI.
Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit, try to talk to the women that we can't get with.
Me and my staff make everybody laugh. If the beer runs out, we can all go half.
It's Friday night. Got the perfect weather. Lets get drunk together.
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Bacardi. Colt .45. Let's party. We're still alive.
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right.
Drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it. Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded.
Rollin' through the Ante-dope Valley out there. Hope the cops don't smell
That beer on my breath, cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth, it'll probly knock him stiff.
Don't look dumb if my breath on hum. Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum,
So the cops can't tell my breath smell. We won't go to jail, we'll go to Palmdale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather, we can both get drunk together.
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit's giving me a hard-on.
Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me, right here, right now.
Been lookin' at you all night long. That DJ's playing my favorite song.
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm. Don't get offended when I pull your arm.
I ain't felt this good since I don't know when, and I might not feel this good again.
It's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together. (C'mon, y'all.)
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight.
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight.
Let's all sell yell tonight. I hope I don't go back to jail tonight.
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a girl that wanna make love tonight.
Afroman - Tall Cans
Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! shit! shit!
Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Afroman likes tall cans
Now I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homies pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that mother uh! staggerin from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin
Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin
Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
[Chorus]
See these girls be actin all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
See I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I gots no fame, I gots no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my God damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch
So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
[Chorus]
I stepped into this party full of Mexicans
I didn't realize I was the only black man
One hand on my bottle, the other on my peter
I barked like a dog and started freakin senoritas
I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup
She kept on steppin back so I kept on steppin up
This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head
I knew if I moved I was officially dead
That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit
That ain't the first time that I got confronted
{say something in Spanish} get the fuck outta here
I said I'm gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer
Cause I'm just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
[Chrous]
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
Yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
[Chorus]
Well I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homie pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that knucklehead staggerin from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother fucking Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin
Drink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin
I'm just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'
[Chorus]
Now these women be actin all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
You see I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I gots no fame, I gots no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my God damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch
So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'
[Chorus - speeds up at end]
Afroman - Palmdale
Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for rep, sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep
Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride, but my mamma never would let me play outside.
But when I got enrolled in elementary school, started bangin' like a fuckin' fool.
So cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster (?), shot an enemy from across the street
Mamma came home, said she got a good job. Daddy did too. Now they don't squab.
Financially, we improvin'. 2 months later, son, we movin'.
No more duckin' from shotgun shells. Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Check it out, check it out, check it out.)
No more rats and no more roaches, livin' next door ito football coaches.
Now I got a new place to sell me crack. Now I got little white kids to jack.
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red. Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads.
Stupid questions, distract the class. Rubbin' little white girls on the ass.
I didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,
Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought about my future, layin' in the dirt.
I can't jump, I can't flinch. Superstar player, ridin' the bench.
Graduate from school? Don't make me laugh. I got an F+ in basic math.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out.)
I knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world, so I bought me some khakis and a Geri curl.
I knew I couldn't make it to the NFL, so I went to East Palmdale and started slingin' yell.
Fo' sho'! I was makin' crazy dough. Shoulda dropped outta school a long time ago.
Bought a cell phone, like a nut. Now I deliver like Pizza Hut.
I drunk whisky and Bacardi. I sold dope to anybody.
Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time.
A white man drove up to my spot. He said, Hey, homeboy, what you got?
I put a fat rock inside his hand. About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(Get down, punk.)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, check it out, check it out.)
Can't get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95 hundred.
Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.
Them peckerwoods don't want none, but the Mexican's straight own one.
Them Essays, (???) that Essays always try to test me,
So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain't no punk. Jammed his head up against the bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black mutha-fuckas scared to jump in.
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin' shit cause I want some more.
Back in town, we get along with the brown. Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt. Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain, sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.
(Palmdale)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, homeboy.)
Now I got a fucked up life. Two bad kids and a naggin' wife.
Dead end job at the airport. Check too short to pay the house note.
Turn on the TV, then I see different homeboys that went to school with me
Playin' in the NFL. We used to kick back in East Palmdale.
Rodney Williams. Lorenz Tate. Zeno plays for Colorado State.
I wish my homeboys much success, but at the same time, I still get depressed.
Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin thinkin' 'bout things that coulda, woulda, shoulda been.
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers.
(Palmdale.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where y'all at?)
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don't care if you in Japan, Africa
hey, you know how we used to do it, man. Hey, hey, hey.)
Yo, let me get a Palm (Palm!)
Yo, let me get a Dale (Dale!)
Yo, what do we sell? (Yell!)
Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go back to jail!)
[x4]
Dale. Palmdale. (Hey, everybody just clap your hands.)
Dale. Palmdale. (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Buci-buci-bucccoooc!)
Dale. Palmdale.
Dale. (Where them Falcons at?) Palmdale. (It ain't over 'til the fat man sings.)
Dale. (Little Rock can't get none. What, what?) Palmdale.
Dale. Palmdale.
[fade out.]
Afroman - Mississippi
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but Palmdale over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.)
Please take me back home, (You know what I'm sayin'?) to Mississippi.
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I'm fittin' to go back and kick it with my family, cuz.)
Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this weed) to Mississippi.
(You shmell me, homeboy. Yeah, take them fools back to '82, cuz.)
Before South Central Palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing.
Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy.
All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!)
Tell DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunckin' Clyde. Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl to Waynesboro, fuck their little homegirl,
make her toes curl, rock their world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl.
She sucks me sucks me, fucks me fucks me, cries every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the Coup, 'cause I gots to go scoop another ho from Tupelo
Hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it again.
Hit it in Meridian, make that bitch rub her clit again,
pinch the nipples on her tit again, suck my dick until she spit again. BUCCCOC!
Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi.
From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast.
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real.
Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche.
Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' my car with a hound dog.
Separate me from my bitch and shit, tryin' to get my bitch to fuckin' snitch and shit.
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane running warrant checks on the Afroman
But I can't be no hip hop star cuffed in the back of some police car.
Did you find the gun? NO!
Did you find the dope? NO!
Open up the back door. Well, son, you're free to go.
A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, __
C'mon, Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight.
Get nervous, as I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis.
Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto.
Prejudice police won't let me go, so I'ma drive slow, hide my 'fro.
I was dumb, now I'm dumber, y'all, last summer, y'all,
I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall.
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin' a tune for Nikki and June down in Picayune, baby!
Just like a shovel I be diggin' all the pretty young women in Wiggins.
On the boat, Gulfport, I got my dick down some girl's throat. (BUCCCCOC!)
I can't help it, I'm a Crip, baby. I think you need to wipe your lip, baby.
Hula Hula Hula, the whole house ruler. What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula?
Small towns, small cities, but they still got big ol' asses plus titties.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It's the hungry hustler, Afroman
Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair.
I'm in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting plenty panty action.
McClaine. Even McComb. Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home.
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez. I got the weed brother, who got the matches? (I do.)
Who got the funky DJ that scratches? (I do.) Depend on me like my name was patches.
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies. Now I roll Phillies with all the Hillbillies.
Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan buying front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth. It's a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South.
Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it.
I'm the latest. I'm the greatest, and all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes.
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream, then cook me some cornbread and collard greens.
BUCCCOC!
Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi.
From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast.
!982, '83, '84 Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto.
Tryin' to break dance in my B-Boy stance, Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants.
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones. G-dog, cuz, I don't believe we're grown.
But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog.
Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let's take a toke (toke) till we croak (croak).
I'm a locster locster, honey spokester, drinking everyday like I'm supposed to.
Bottle after bottle, dog, in my lip-a, flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river.
Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi.
From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya.
Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi.
From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya.
Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to Mississippi.
Afroman - The American Dream
Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,
allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
by placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream.
Surrounded by drugs,
jeopardized my life by living around thugs,
but I'm still the American Dream.
Kicked outta Palmdale High School
because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system,
and I'm still the American Dream.
Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole;
hopped outta prison as a bull frog,
but I'm still the American Dream.
The most rejected, disrespected,
when I went for a job I was never selected,
but I am still the American Dream.
And right about now,
I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin',
wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin',
coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character
with such flagrant slanderousity,
but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism,
and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation,
and I am still the American Dream.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see.
There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me.
Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother,
but you are still the American Dream.
The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be,
but you are still the American Dream.
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,
with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.
Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch
and didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream.
Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man,
the mexican, and even poor white,
all human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future,
follow me as we journey through the Red Sea,
cause I have been to the mountain top,
I've seen the Promised Land,
mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.
My mind has been delivered.
My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery.
I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test,
I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc!
A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high.
Artist: Mobb Deep
Album: Hell On Earth
Song: Bloodsport
Typed by: OHHLA.com
turn them heaadphones up
yeah
to my man Nigga-No, yo
Killa Bee
no doubt
[Prodigy]
I kick that progress
and to that dumb nigga god bless
I know you can't sleep or rest behind that bullshit
now you rock the best, scared to death while you walkin
fuckin up the talkin, we straight up, New Yorkin
we blowin niggas
heart attack stroking niggas
provoking niggas, shittin all over niggas
you rollin thick, but sure the Mobb rollin thicker
get that liquor, turn your back ice pick ya
but fuck that
stickin with the gat is quicker
scared to come around my corner, you ass nigga
do a jaw way all day fake shit
what you gonna do outta town, play bit(ch)
and run like a faggot switch take the whole shit
and show the world don't sweat it baby girl
I gotta hem
and pull the gat like a stem
you all fucked up like a off beat blend
I send message that you couldn't read clear
try to play the front but you got stuck in the rear
take it as a letter but I'm not sincere
yo
this ain't rap, it's bloodsport
your life cut short, you fell short
pressure's on high, full court
my team form killer instincts and fire arms
dangerous stuff mine's brainstorm wars
a life of a wild rebel, who run wild
clik (blaow-blaow) nigga lay down (blaow) fool stay down
appear, disappear, a hydro cloud
while you running at the mouth a hundred miles, I'm out
Mobb Deep style from the depths of Hempstead
get ninja'd
I creep quiet, keep the live nigga inchin'
listen, who are you to throw your fist in?
hit like a bitch, run like a faggot an take the whole shit
that's it
I had to pass here with shit
It's time for showtime, let's see how deep things get
you want to talk tough and get all delinquent
you find yourself all bloodied up and shameded
me and my man pioneered this violent nigga rap shit
bust a gat, give me no fear of that, I'm laughin
what's up there? let's take you there and touch something
I'm a maniac, brainiac, fanatic at that
capable of combat, P counterattack
in some hot wheels, sendin shots out the back
it was a foul way to go, Kicko
you know the ropes so...
bloodsport motherfucker
ay yo the rockweiler
chew in chew out ass niggas, pull em on your collar
and let the lights dimmin
and you'll be swimmin in a puddle of reality, juice
fatality too
this rap is the bitch, you shouldn't marry the two
to the set of prenumtual
got paid in too comfortable
it's all good, we don't want to humble
and while you shinin in the spotlight
I got this dot right
the aimed right a stoplight
the trife life, ain't no part two's
when it's over it's over you hit
now send your soldierly stool
nigga, bloodsport
KRS ONE - A FRIEND
From the album "I Got Next"
The beat was sposed to drop right there
The beat was sposed to drop right there
The beat was sposed to drop right there
Yeah yeah yeah... uhh
I send this one out to my right hand man
or mens or womens the whole crew
The real fans
Chorus: KRS One
We can count the dough or kick a flow
or chill out watchin videos
or actin really silly yo but really doe
all that can end...
Whether at the bar with superstars
or cruisin in the trooper car
I really don't care who you are
All I really need is a friend
Verse One: KRS-One
If we can't have trust then you can't hang with us
We respond to those who show respect with respect
We respond we connect on the same deck
same intellect, my man, never shifty, thinks quickly
If you can't understand, we boys we boys
We could stand on the corner with a hat sellin toys
It ain't about your Benz I hope it ain't about mine
my man, I be dissin in my freestyle rhyme
Gettin G's around the world, I can trust you with my girl
my man, we chillin at the jam, what's the plan?
I'm not a yes man and none of my friends are yes men
or women, I'm drivin, I see my peeps yo get in
Where you fit in? True friends are quick to sit
in the beginning of all trouble, and when your bankroll doubles
Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble
Still I got my own space like Hubble
Chorus
Verse Two: KRS-One
Cause don't nobody care about us, all they do is doubt is
Until we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us
and wanna shout us, but you my man from way back
I just gots to say that, actin large I don't play that
But I can't say that, where I play at isn't fast-paced
A friend can acquire the taste to become two-faced
And that's a disgrace there ain't nothing you can say to us
When the kid you grew up with betrays your trust
When we used to ride the bus we had trust
Now we cash checks and drive Lex, and can't show respect to one of us
Yo the heads I hang with ain't tryin to just get
what they can get, sit quickly backstabbin the click
I roll thick, but only some are friends really
down to the end, my right hand men and women
Mutual support, from the beginning
Been in, exactly what I've been in
Chorus
Verse Three: KRS-One
Back to back we attack corporate America
Gettin fees that amount to G's in every area
You my man I ain't gotta drag you along
You pull your own weight, yeah you definitely got it goin on
I don't see nothin wrong wit a little bumpin car system
thumpin, between the crew we always got sump'un
But if we had nuttin no frontin whatever
We'd still be crew you and me, me for you together
Word, fake people ain't worth a turd
They only want to be your friend because of what they overheard
I send this record to the well respected
Friends that I've collected, I hope I am what you expected
Yeah, so check it, so check it
Chorus
KRS ONE - OVER YA HEAD
From the album "I Got Next"
But am I over ya head?
Am I over ya head?
But am I over ya head?
Yo am I over ya head?
But am I over ya head?
Am I over ya head?
Well am I over ya head?
Yo am I over ya head?
Huh? What? Where? Who?
What? Whattyathinkinabout
when who says what when how
You can't maybe follow my style
You be the child I be the teacher
Smile who said when what
mouth not shut what?
Whenever however whenever
whatever the cut
How you maybe could you ever
believe, that you could so quickly achieve
these crafts, please laugh at his stupid ass
upon your knees in glass
You lust, for everything but trust
So we bust back, with conciously charged art
with a mic instead of a brush
But am I over ya head?
Am I over ya head?
But am I over ya head?
Yo am I over ya head?
Am I over ya head?
Yo am I over your head?
Yo am I over ya head?
Listen..
Yes, us must trust us, who? Us must trust
not fuss with us, us must trust us discuss trusting us
Us must trust us, who? Us must trust
not fuss with us, us must trust us discuss thus trusting us
Trusting us, us must trust discuss
Discuss not trusting us must not fuss
Us with us means us discussing trusting us
Us must trust us, who? Us must trust
not fuss with us, us must dicuss trusting us
But am I over ya head?
Yo am I over your head?
But am I over ya head?
KRS ONE - THE MC
From the album "I Got Next"
Who am I? The MC la di da di
I don't wear Versace I wear DJ's out quickly at the party
Who am I? If you're like me hip hop is in your body
Who am I? THE MC!
When the jam is slow and you need a proceeder
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need a lyrical leader wit oratorical triple features
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need to rock your 3000 seat arena best believe uh
Who am I? THE MC!
When you need to get the word on the street wit demeanor
Who am I? THE MC!
I beg thee, let me splurt rhymes, I have plenty
Who am I? THE MC! Lord have mercy
I hit sudden like Hersey
always New like Jersey, stay thirsty
Who am I? THE MC!
Showin my authority, superiority
an artistic minority, now you startin me
Cuz party philosophy can only be carried out by
Who am I? THE MC!
No doubt, predicting far ahead what will set the party off immensely
with plenty of who? THE MC!
Trained at Rooftop, Red Zone, Roxy and Bentley's
Who am I? THE MC!
Gently move crowds with harmonious rhythm
Cuz the lyrics we give em they miss em
Who am I? THE MC! again, THE MC!
Her infinite power helps, oppressed people sent me to tell you
if you truly study lyrical flows and stay on your toes you will be
Who am I? THE MC!
and as an MC you will study verbal magic
but watch what you say cuz you'll attract it
control your subconscious magnet from pullin in havoc
Who am I? The MC!
Non-stoppin MC, hip hoppin MC
Verbal rockin, head knockin, quick droppin MC
I laugh cuz I mastered the craft MC
In sound clash I'm the first and last MC
It's sort of like Jim Carrey throwin that Mask to me
I black out and wake up to catastrophe
3 MC's dead from the sound blowin out massively, wow!
Who am I? The MC!
Untouchable, can't be caught off guard with fast tracks or slow tracks
Ass cracks get waxed to the max, MC's pack raps for all tracks
Indigenous cultures, Asians, Whites and Blacks
never missed it the linguistic of
Who am I? THE MC!
Meta-lyrical poetic mystic MC
Hearin the voice of an ancient spirit MC
Premeditated worder
Killin negative concepts out the mind of the observer MC
You deserve a break from counterfeits, frauds and fakes
claimin to be an MC for heaven sakes
Well, this MC done raised the stakes
under the stress from KRS
contracts and mental gats are bound to break
Who am I? THE MC! again the MC!
Conduct yourselves properly MC...
KRS ONE - SOUND OF THA POLICE
From the album "Return Of The Boom Bap"
Chorus:
Woop woop!
That's the sound of da police!
Woop woop!
That's the sound of the beast!
Verse One:
Stand clear! Don man a talk
You can't stand where I stand you can't walk where I walk
Watch out! We run New York
Police man come we bust him out the park
I know this for a fact you don't like how I act
You claim I'm sellin' crack
But you be doin' that
I'd rather say "see ya"
Cause I would never be ya
Be a officer? You WICKED overseer!
Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Are you really for peace and equality?
Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me
Your laws are minimal
Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal
This has got to cease
Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!
Chorus
Verse Two:
Now here's a likkle truth
Open up your eye
While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise
Take the word "overseer," like a sample
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!
Yeah, officer from overseer
You need a little clarity?
Check the similarity!
The overseer rode around the plantation
The officer is off patroling all the nation
The overseer could stop you what you're doing
The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
The overseer had the right to get ill
And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill
The officer has the right to arrest
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!
(Woop!) They both ride horses
After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!
The police them have a little gun
So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
(Woop-woop!) I hear it all day
Just so they can run the light and be upon their way
Chorus
Verse Three:
Check out the message in a rough stylee
The real criminals are the C-O-P
You check for undercover and the one PD
But just a mere Black man, them want check me
Them check out me car for it shine like the sun
But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one
Black people still slaves up til today
But the Black police officer nah see it that way
Him want a salary
Him want it
So he put on a badge and kill people for it
My grandfather had to deal with the cops
My great-grandfather dealt with the cops
My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops
And then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!
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