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1. _ Come On, Let's Move It
[ verse 1 ]
I was proven effective by a clinical test
Because some couldn't come to believe i was the best
So they tested me, and now they in the clinic
They almost arrested me, because i did it
But i didn't mean to do it
But you had to mess with me, and then you blew it
Now you got to chew it, and swallow it all
I guess that's the way that you bounce the ball
Or somethin like that, my mother always told me
Your mother always told me, "baby, hold me"
Don't get mad because you don't get g's
And i get extra cheese like pizza
You can't keep your girl because you can't please her
But let's get back to the fact that's been approven
So let me prove it, come on, let's move it
(come on)
(yeah y'all, come on) --> flavor flav
[ verse 2 ]
I spent time with the rhyme like a person
Rehearsin like a verse in a chapter
Of a play, but i rap to
Not make money
Though you might find it funny
But hey, i do it cause i like it, plus it is constructive
Enriching to the mind, cause it's mentally productive
And i am one who seeks special education
Cause i can't learn from the system of my nation
Or should i say my residence run by dead presidents
Cause my mother and brother and father are
>from the motherland of another land called jamaica
Some of them say god, some of them say jah is the maker
But i say why say and who is to say
Cause you make yourself what you are today
And only to yourself do you have to prove it
So come on, let's move it
(yeah y'all, come on)
[ verse 3 ]
Straight from the heart and a shot to the brain
To the hand on the pen and then flaunt the fame
And fortune, suckers i be schorchin and torchin
On and on to victory, me, i be marchin
Each and every day, reachin out to pay
My respects and checks to everybody that helped me on the way
To where i've gotten, thanks a lot and
Everybody out there buyin records by the carton
Thanks to the banks and thanks to the label
Thank you everybody with my record on your turntable
Thanks to the sellers and the distributors
Everybody thank your moms cause she delivered us
Thanks to your pops, he gave the drops of life
Thanks ot the lord, the sword, the double knife
That i use to fight evil like i fight suckers
Damn, i like jam, so i wanna thank smuckers
Thanks to my deejay and thanks to my producer
Thanks to the girls cause you let me seduce ya
Thanks to the posse around the way
And thanks to the fans that paved the way
You're coming to the jams, throw your hands in the air and prove it
Come on, let's move it
(yeah y'all, come on)
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2. _ Ya Not So Hot
(it's so
- hot -
I'm burnin up)
[ verse 1 ]
This is commercial, nothin controversial
Or offensive, it's not expensive
So why don't you buy it, riot
Rampage, rush the stage
But try to front, i got the 12-gauge
No bodyguard, got akshun on the tables
Tangle - get strangled with his cables
It's not a treath, it's a bet, word
Cause i roast you like a bird, cut you in a third
Of a fraction, give akshun a little peace
Yo howie, now we got a feast
Or a meal, cause suckers who steal i will be pawin
Get ready at 8 cause eddie ain't ate, and i'm starvin
Just like marvin gaye
I heard it through the grapevine around the way
You be perpetratin and i be hatin
Things like that, so now, black, i sit back waitin
And waitin for your arrival
And the end of your survival
Every single day you will decay and just rot
Ya not so hot
(it's so
- hot -
I'm burnin up)
[ verse 2 ]
Your physical being will start fleeing
Your brain will feel the pain, and you will start peeing
Your fruit of the loom's till it consumes
Your trousers, wowsers, golly, i'm dope
See what i mean? if not, then here's a telescope
Take it, but don't break it
Then return when you learn how to make it
Like this, comin off and gettin busy
You need a hyper type of diaper, you pissy little sissy
You little whinin, naggin, braggin, smellin like midnight dragon
What's the matter, your diaper still saggin?
Get huggies, they don't leak
Then i might not notice that you're weak
Because you always say the rhymes that i heard the other day
I come fresher every night - after i pray
I sit down and write, and then i lay in rest
Get up in the morning, get dressed, not to impress
It's too much stress on the brain, mc's strain to be the best
Or the biggest, or better they get enormous
You think you're hot, but you don't even warm us
Ya not so hot
(it's so
- hot -
I'm burnin up)
[ verse 3 ]
I use natural ressources, creative forces
So high-potent that a sucker mc lost his
Ability to function, and he collapsed
So before you blink just think that perhaps
It can happen to you, cause it can, my man
Cause yo, i'ma bag you up and put you in a trash can
And then send you off to the dumps
Chumps, i'ma give you nuff lumps
In your cranium
Where he at, just name he him
And i'ma find him and come from behind him
And take him and break him and bind him
And then line him with a lining and a designing
Put him in the window when the sun comes shining
In the morning, blow the horn and toot the whistle
Set it off with the pistol
But you was finished way before the first shot
Ya not so hot
(it's so
- hot -
I'm burnin up)
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3. _ See It Ya
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4. _ 5 Men And A Mic
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5. _ I'm Special Ed
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6. _ Ya Wish Ya Could
(hope to be dope as me) --> guru
[ verse 1 ]
I can rock a beat, plus rock a rhyme
I feel it's time to show my full versatility
Nothin is impossible, i have the ability
I see one, don't you woke, you wake up
Take up your mic and take off your make-up
This style i made up just of dust
Because suckers like you i will burn to a crust
You might think you're hard, but even iron got to rust
I bust rhymes like a cherry
You might think i'm nasty - yes, i'm very
Cause i do it right just for you
And i could rock it all night if you want me to
So just lay back and let your head float
Like a boat on the open sea
But leave your mind open to me
So i can put into it
The sound, as it goes around and through it
Just like a merry-go
Though where we go
You wish you could
[ verse 2 ]
There's no particular style, i only say as i feel
And if i say it, you obey it and kneel
And if you're still standin, i'ma put my hand in a fist
Then apply the force to my wrist
That'll surely floor ya, forget your lawyer
If you try to sue me, i'ma say i never saw ya
You're just a stranger, boy, i will derange ya
Change ya, why put yourself in any danger?
So step out the way or get stomped
You're soft and off, i'm on time with the rhyme, i'm prompt
For the simple fact that i got rhythm
So does dj akshun, of course the force is with him
So does howie tee, cause now we see what we have done
Look what we created, and we made it for fun
You try to make it better, cause it sounds so good
But you wish you could
[ verse 3 ]
Rest for a second and just reconcile
And play the record while
You listen to the style of a specialist
I'm a professional at this
I'm here to fix all the things you missed
I'm a perfectionist
I seek to be exact
All i need is just a mic and a track
I'm a vocalist, and i'm a soloist also
I sit back and watch too many fall, so
Straight from flatbush, brooklyn in the house
Diss the bush and get mushed in the mouth
You might consider me a hood - good
But i got more money than you wish you could
In my socks, and no, i don't sell no rocks
Though on the microphone i got this sewn
Hemmed, stemmed like a stone
And you don't stop, because it feels so good
But you wish you could
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7. _ The Mission
(we're on a mission) --> salt-n-pepa
[ verse 1 ]
This is a mission, not a small time thing
Let me tell you 'bout what happened when the phone went ( *ring* )
Well, i was coolin at the crib with this girl suzanne
And everything was goin just accordin to plan
When the phone rang - yo, i couldn't believe it
Told myself to ignore it, forget it, leave it
Just when things had started goin great
It rang again i said, "hold up, wait"
Picked up the phone, yelled, "who the hell is this?"
Somebody said, "this is serious business
There's a tape in the mailbox between your doors
Take the tape from the box, and put it in yours"
I listened to the tape and my mouth just dropped
I picked up the phone, but the man hung up
It said, yo, 'this tape will self-destruct'
I pressed the deck, but the tape was stuck
Oh well, what the heck, i just cleaned up the mess
Opened up the closet, got the bullet-proof west
Loaded up the sawed-off, the double-barrel
The rambo knife with the hunting apparel
Threw on the trench, kissed the girl good-bye
She said, "special ed, don't go, you might die"
Started cryin and huggin on me, so i shut her
I said, "sorry baby, but i gotta do what i gotta
(you're on a mission)
Do what i gotta
This is a mission, not a small-time thing
[ verse 2 ]
Took the express on a air force jet
The thoughts in my mind broke me out into sweat
I was thinkin of the message again and again
In particular the name of lu chin chen
Yo, i landed in japan with intent to kill
You could tell i wasn't jokin by the look on my grill
Took a look at the picture of the man that i was after
A 5 foot 10 black-belt karate master
Knew where to find him, knew where he would be
I turned around and showin up mr. chen found me
I looked him in the eye with a stare so cold
I said, "i came to revenge for the rhymes you stole
Now you must die, because that is my mission"
He flipped back, got into a fighting position
The tiger style, the shit was wild
He threw his hands in the air, he started to smile
I said, "you can smile now, but you won't for long
Cause sucker, you'll be sorry that you stole my song"
He said, "choose your style", i broke fool, i said, "what?"
Pulled out the knife, tried to shove it in his gut
It didn't even cut, i flipped, i started buggin
Pulled out the hand gun, i shot a slug in
His chest, he said, "buddah bless" and stood proud
Out shot the bullet, mr. chen just bowed
So i shot him again - yo, i couldn't believe
Mr. chen caught the bullet in this two front teeth
Yo, he kicked me on the floor just like i was a child
I got fed up, i thought of flatbush style
Stood to my feet, threw my hands to the sky
Shaked him then, i faked him, then i caught him in the eye
He started stumblin, yo, i started wildin
He tripped, busted his lip, i started smilin
Knew he was defeated, but i wasn't done yet
So i shot him with the shotie, then i jetted in the jet
(you're on a mission)
Jetted in the jet
This is a mission, not a small-time thing
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8. _ I'm The Magnificent ["the Magnificent Remix"]
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9. _ Ready 2 Attack
[ verse 1 ]
Well, it's 1990, '89 has ended
Now it's time for all those who pretended
To settle and cease with the noise
You and your boys - it's time to put away the toys
Christmas is over and this is my resolution
To stop the confusion
Let the fresh get fresh and the stale get staler
And throw em in a pale of
Trash with the other trash and smash down the lid
For all the weak shit they did
Never in my life have i seen such preposterous behavior
And you got no flavor
Can't taste the juice cause i got the matz
I heard you paid for your _billboard_ spots
Honest, i promise, i am not a liar
Can't you understand that i am flier than a flyer
No need to try a stunt like that
Never in my life could i front like that
On _soul train_ with your brand new hit
When it wasn't even playin cause you ain't sayin -
Nothin, cause they're wacker than wack
Yo ak - get ready to attack
(crushin mc's that be tryin to riff) --> big daddy kane
[ verse 2 ]
People say 'new jack', what jack?
You wanna get slapped, jack
Or get flipped like a flapjack?
I been rockin rhymes and i been rockin mics
Ever since you was on bmx bikes
You was busy braggin bout the mags on your honey
I was in flatbush tryin to get money
Brooklyn, crookin up the whole damn place
Want to truck jewelry, don't turn your face
But i don't resort to those sort of things
I don't wear big chains or big rings
Gold was stole from caves full of slaves
Now black-on-black, and you're free as waves
In the ocean, without a notion
Am i surfin fast over your head?
Maybe you need glasses or classes in special ed
Let me see -
I can fit you in on monday at 3
Tuesdays is use days
And wednesdays is friends days
And thursdays is her's days
And fridays is my days
And saturdays is fun days
And sunday's the one day
I rest, give thanks and bless
Again on monday i will be back
Yo ak - get ready to attack
(crushin mc's that be tryin to riff) --> big daddy kane
[ verse 3 ]
Man your position, let's start dishin
Straight out battlin, no intermission
Ain't no stoppin us, ain't no toppin us
I suggest your best bet is drop and just
Run and don't stop until you drop
You might break your hip, but just hip-hop
But if you wanna go through it, the proceeding
Get a doc, cause when i rock you'll be needing
Medical attention - critical condition
Surgeon's callin, consult a physician
Get a prescription, go to the pharmacy
That's what happens when you don't want harmony
I'm not violent, i stay silent and mutual, i'm neutral
But negative souls wanna interreact
Then i get ready to attack
Yo ak - let's attack
(crushin mc's that be tryin to riff) --> big daddy kane
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10. _ Livin' Like A Star
Yo, i used to be in love with this girl named jill
I know why, because she had the butt like that of a hill
But you couldn't tell me nothin, cause jill was number one
Cause to me, oh my god, how she made me come
I shoulda knew the consequences from the get-go
She would use me like a puppy from a pet show
But like a fool in love i fell for her game
But ah - i got mine everytime i came
You know the place, flatbush avenue
Where i first met the hoe, i said, "yo, haven't you
Been around before, did we get down before?
I forget, but i bet i met you in a store
Mickey d's - yeah, now i remember"
She said, "that was for school, i needed money in september
Cause i'm a member of the booster squad"
And i was thinkin to myself: i knocked her boots so hard
That's just what i did, until we had a kid
Now the bitch got half my money, plus the crib
Plus the car, plus the limo with the bar
But i guess that's what you get when you're livin like a star
Livin like a
Livin like a
Livin like a star
Every day i wake up, i take up my pen
I write a dope rhyme, then i stretch and bend
And i excercise, wipe the boogers out my eyes
And so on... let me go on to the surprise
I'm chillin in my couch in a slouch-like position
Thinkin of a way to spend the day like fishin
Nah - dairy - yeah - cheese
Yo, that's the way to go, but no polly-o, please
Picked up the phonebook, lookin at the pages
Lookin at the star rating right beside the ages
Looked under 'x' for 'sex' and saw stacy
Yeah, you know the one that we call dick tracy
Yes, i think that she can solve my case
So i call her on the phone, she was home alone
She said, "come over to my place, i'll cook dinner"
Ring-ring-ring-ring - i think we got a winner
Threw on some dip for the trip across town
Yo, i got to go, cause the hoe is down
So i hopped inside of the rented corolla
Saw another girlie, she was pushin on a stroller
I said, "yo baby," then "hello, mother"
And then i said, "wait a minute, where is the other?"
She said, he said, he wasn't stayin with her
"but maybe we can drop the baby by the sitter
And go for a ride, if i was you, i'd consider"
I dropped the kid off about three blocks away
Went back to the bush to collect my pay
When i got to the crib ma dukes was home
So i couldn't go inside, cause then i couldn't bone
Bone - t-bone - yeah, good thinkin
Got to his crib faster than you could blink, and
T-bone was home alone, i said, "t
You got to look out now, come on now, this is me
I got cheese, and she's bein naughty"
I heard some footsteps, then came 40
40 lover smooth like groove to the butter
He was busy guzzlin a 40 like water
He said, "ed, let's go get another
No, get two for me, you and my brother"
I said, "bet, while i jet just wait"
Went outside just a minute too late
I didn't know where the hell honey dip went till
I saw the cheese breeze by in my rental
Oh, it's sugar, she stole my car
But i guess that's what you get when you're livin like a star
Livin like a
Livin like a
Livin like a star
Livin like a
Livin like a
(super) (superstar)
Livin like a
Livin like a
Livin like a star
(every other month i get a brand new car)
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