1.Cruisin'
Lyricist：Kobie Powell, Mel Simpson, Geoff Wilkinson
Now and then I feel as though I wanna escape the real
And take a trip to the heavens to a world surreal
But I don't do drugs so the yea is out
Instead I use my mind power to move my spirits about
I might write my girl a poem showin' her how I love thee
Or just write myself a rhyme about why I'm so funky
This is how I escape the ignorance and hate
Being cooked up in this planet about to disintegrate
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
I cover my head as the media shower
I glance at my watch to check the hour
And it's half past a moonbeam, gleamin' as I daydream
I'm feelin' for the beat to make my mood complete
And when I got it I'm gone, gone in the rhythm
Kickin' the slang with the knowledge and wisdom
I may speak a scribbly doodle but I keep on track
'Cause if I didn't, yo, you wouldn't be sweatin' it
I'm cruisin', cruisin' in the beat y'all
One to the two to the three to the four to the five
It's rardy-ardy-ar and I'm kickin' it live
On an ever present journey through the depths of time
I skip from beat to beat in the form of a rhyme
My vocal techniques are unique to my band
I'm a butterfly MC, smooth with much style G
My tongue like quivers when I deliver the funk flow
The verbs expand with a ghettolistic glow, it's like that y'all
2.Lazy Day
Lyricist：Cobie Powell, Joe Sample, Mil Simpson, Geoff Wilkinson
Well it's the lazy days, what？ The lazy days
I'm sittin' back in my lounge chair stone cold maxin'
Thinkin' 'bout the next MC I'm gonna wax
In concert, goin' beserk, but not today
Today I'm cold chillin' right around my way
A dip-dipperty-doo-dah-a dipperty-day
Say partner would you run to the store and buy me a philly
Roll up the ism and get illy
Coolin' while I rule 'cos I went to school
I'm lampin' with my girl travel round the world
I'm puffin' on the hay the nubian way
So parlez parlez parlez 'cos it's a lazy day
Well in 1991 I was out to have fun, but in 1992 I hit the rocks
for a few
But now it's 1993 and kid it's all about me
And now I'm lampin' in the shade 'cos I'm P-A-I-D
On my way home one day I ran into this girl, she said
'Hi-C would you take me for a whirl in your beamer？'
I said nope 'cos she's a schemer
I stay away from hookers tryin' to take me to the cleaners
Rancho, Sanchero, I'm makin' mad De Niro
Ya don't like my style, huh, so check it
When I rock the mic kid ya better obey
And take heed to what I say 'cos it's a lazy day
Well I made it back to my crib in one piece
It never ceases to amaze when my vocal's released
Mom Dukes knocked on my door, she said 'Go to the store
I need some greens and cornbread, and boy cut off those dreads'
So I went to the store then hopped to the barber shop
I told my man Ed to hook up the low flat top
This kid Boo was there, he said he had a sack
I said cool, chilly chill, we'll spark it on the way back
So hey rolled up the hey now you're talkin'
Sparked the phillz nilz then we kept on walkin'
This is a normal day right around my way
So parlez parlez parlez 'cos it's a lazy day
3.Make Tracks
Lyricist：Duke Pearson, Kobie Powell, Horace Silver, Mel Simpson, Geoff
Wilkinson
Makin' crazy tracks it's mellow with the music
Did you know that you have a mind so use it
Now this may sound confusin', yes yes indeed
You got what you want, well I got what I need
Walk down the block and say hi to the fellas
Lookin' at ya funny, maybe it's 'cos they're jealous
Don't let it hit the spot, 'cos they want what you got
To knock you out the box and fill ya empty slot
So hustle like a gigolo and go for what you know
If you need a lesson get tickets to my show
If you called the ho, yo there must be a reason
You caught some ill shit, now ya gotta stop the skeezin'
Get a job hooker, better yet pick up a book
Step in front the mirror and take a long look
This method of attack is opposite of wack
So if ya got the knack it's time to make tracks
Lookin' like the next man, is that who you are？
Copy cattin' nigga's won't take ya very far
So be your own man son, live your life grand
Be your own ruler of your own plot of land
Sellin' crystal meth aka the crack rock
Don't be too mad when ya find ya ass locked
Killin' off ya brothers, stringin' out ya mother
That may not be your case but it surely is for others
Doin' dirty deeds, and pullin' off the capers
Now you're lookin' gassed with ya picture in the papers
Far from being wack, yo if you're proud and black
You'll listen to the rap and then you'll make tracks
Bootleg tapes？ Yo, what are you, crazy？
Knockin' niggas out, huh, that shit don't faze me
Don't let me catch you boy, I'll play you like a toy
Not tryin' to be a bully, but I'm quick to stop your ploy
There's better things to do, other ways of getting' paid
Illin', cold chillin', and layin' in the shade
Just look at Hi-C and Rahsaan for example
We're too legit to quit and our dough supply is ample
So if ya gotta brain or a head on your shoulders
Better use it quick 'cos you're only getting' older
It's knowledge that I kick, it's courage that you lack
Ya best to get it fast duke, and make tracks
4.It's Like That
Lyricist：Charlie Parker, Cobie Powell, Mel Simpson, Geoff Wilkinson
Hey, yo, kid, bust this, it's time to drop the flavor
I'm fly as can be, I'm rhymin' on my good behavior
From New York City kickin' dope rhymes that you savor
Take it from the top, I cut MCs just like a razor
It's time to kick, 'cause I always do the trick
The shit that you always poppin' all amount to a flick
Stick nigga's up with the hype rhyme filled with ammo
Blast from the past bullets passin' through your abdomen
Rin tin tin I troop in on the bins
My friends is down in the dumps, 'cause I cashed in on the wins
Hens and chickens layin' low, sucker nigga's don't know
That I can kick the mad ballistics plus I'm wreckin' every show
Sew it up, you got static？
'Cause I'm better than the next chump so don't panic
'Cause I'm a wet you with my skills, still chill, got the crispy
bills
'Cause it's like that the way it is, get off the dills and it's
like that
You've got to give me props I'm on the way to the top
Stop, I think I just heard a pin drop
'Cause you're stunned by the way I came off my head Ted
Turn the packs to burner and I put heads to bed
Fed up but I'm still just too legit to quit
I sit in my girly's lap while I'm kissin' on her lips
Girls love to lick 'em up and up and down and all around
But only if their sexual history is sound
I'm a brown skinned medallion, code name mic stallion
Takin' over brothers that are dillyin' and dallyin'
I'm rallyin' like Al Sharpton, militant youth
Booth built for the DJ, hooked up and sound proofed
Seein' is believin' yo believin' is my method
So believe me when I say that it's the party that I'm wreckin'
Sinbad the sailor couldn't take me out
And I hope your ass don't take that route and it's like that
Steady as I flow I row row row your boat
I got a castle in Brackerlack with sharks in my moat
So use the drawbridge and pave way while I say
Hi-C and Rahsaan are down until the break of day
And like he man I have the power
I like my chicken from the china man but make it sweet
And sour devour all other wack MCs
And when I windsurf nature gives me a breeze
'Cause it's a new jack kickin' rhymes like Jackie Chan
I got a year round tan 'cause I'm a brother man
I'm travellin' in style I gotta pass the first class
'Cause it's time to give rappin' some pizzazz
So the B-boys from Brooklyn breakin' bones for the bucks
I never ever sell out but I still own a tux
Huh, I make short work of your crew
Hi-C the beast master kick the funky for you and it's like that
5.Grand Groove
Lyricist：Bradley Armstead, Jim Hawkins, Geoff Wilkinson
Since before my adolescence remembrance of you commence
Will never forget how you taught a scrub to catch and connect
With pitchin', we'd sit and watch the Mets and Yankees
As bad as I was, can't remember if ya spanked me
While babysittin' this nigga, you became a father figure
Mowed the lawn with ya whenever, bourbon was your liquor
Who'd figure the strongest man I knew could have a bad ticker
And the last time we'd see each other was Christmas '95
Without ever havin' a chance to say goodbye
You left the summer of '96, the 1st of July
Now reside in peace, released from all the pressure and pain
Your grandson proclaim the name, Nelson forever reigns
Grand Groove, king of my crew
Grand Groove, I dedicate this to you
You moved from Queens to Tennessee when in my mid-teens
Later Atlanta, adopted Eileen when she was umpteen
Provided cream for your fam for years, retired
Now I understand what it is to be a man upon this planet
Took for granted the times you'd trip to NY on vacation
Thinkin' you'd be around for ever, probably neglected you
Unconsciously, the thought of me MCing made ya bug
Vividly at times imaging our last hug is bugged
Don't seem to realize you ain't comin' back, a routine check
How, while getting' dressed, did stress give you a heart attack？
Now reside in peace, released from all the pressure and pain
Your grandson proclaim the name, Nelson forever reigns
Grand Groove, king of my crew
Grand Groove, I dedicate this to you
We laughed for hours when you fell from off that bicycle
'Til tears trickled down my face, memories never erased
Laced with wisdom reflect up on my upbringing
Remember, you never missed a day
My school had me singing 'Forever in my heart'
Never forget how much I love you
Thinkin' of you I miss the times together where it's better
You now reside in peace, released from all the pressure and pain
Your grandson proclaims the name, Nelson forever reigns
Grand Groove, king of my crew
Grand Groove, I dedicate this to you
Grand Groove, king of my crew
Grand Groove, I dedicate this to you
6.Time And Space
Lyricist：Jim Hawkins, Clifford Jordan, M'vialva, Geoff Wilkinson
Time and space, percussion and bass
Whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Time and space, percussion and bass
The whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Life's a card game, tryin' to hold the ace
See you might get erased in this great paper chase
Time and space, percussion and bass
The whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Life's a card game, tryin' to hold the ace
See you might get erased in this great paper chase
Open up your brain cavity, gravity pulls my direction
Got somethin' to say plus the trom like Dr. Bombay
You goin' my way 'cos life is just like a highway
Either with me or not 'cos SS blows the spot
Through the roof of your club or the back of your shack
Sinister V's on attack no matter what you pack
A different species of ill emcees them G's gotcha box on 10
In your mix tape blend
You can philosophize, see my plans' to make my fam rise
Put some bread on the table in a house that's stable
Ain't nothin' changed but dimes and quarters, you know the
orders
I sting international style when I'm buck wild
Time and space, percussion and bass
The whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Life's a card game, tryin' to hold the ace
See you might get erased in this great paper chase
Time and space, percussion and bass
The whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Life's a card game, tryin' to hold the ace
See you might get erased in this great paper chase
I shake the house down with sound
Some say it's ridiculous, some they sleep on this
Bound to hit 'em dead center, not the best but not the worst
Sahdeeq'll hit 'em with a verse of flavor
Catch it now take it home, think about it later
I rock for brothers in Pintos to Mazeratis, hotties with thick
bodies
Drinkin' nectar in the shady sector in the summer
I catch a flow like a canoe goin' down the river
Pass them snakes that slither, deliver realness
In any words I spit legit vocalist straight from the abyss
To my peeps across the globe I say peace
And that's the absence of all confusion, just cruisin'
Time and space, percussion and bass
The whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Life's a card game, tryin' to hold the ace
See you might get erased in this great paper chase, see
Time and space, percussion and bass
The whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Life's a card game, tryin' to hold the ace
See you might get erased in this great paper chase
You could camouflage the truth but it still comes through in
What you do B after A and you'll C
Write rhymes for peeps on the street not what the company thinks
Just finance so I could shake the dance like wet pants
You had a hit once but now you rock the dunce cap
'Cos you don't know nothin' about where this form began
Got you all in check like whoo hah, shut down all the hoopla
You now wanna come back like you're really my pal
But I peeped your whole style, defecate on your pile
Top of your heap leavin' your whole crew cheap
Lost for words, I breathe thoughts never heard by man
Foil ya plan and disappear in the sands of
Time and space, percussion and bass
The whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Life's a card game, tryin' to hold the ace
See you might get erased in this great paper chase, word
Time and space, percussion and bass
The whole world movin' at a blindin' pace
Life's a card game, tryin' to hold the ace
See you might get erased in this great paper chase
7.Knowledge Of Self
Lyricist：Rahsaan Kelly, Mel Simpson, Geoff Wilkinson
Rock
Ge-ge-get down, yeah
Monkey, see monkey do, follow this when I cue you
The mic is my wine it helps me cast my voodoo spell
Hell 'cos I'm F U N K Y
Suckers try to flex I say, 'Why, oh why？'
'Cos I don't bother nobody, I chill and hardly party
Now and then I might go out, puff a blunt and sip Bacardi
But if not I'm in my room pumpin' tunes
Waitin' for the payday, it's coming soon
Brooklyn is my home, better yet my war zone
Why did I say that？ 'Cos it's a mutherfuckin' fact
Kids around the way know what's up, they can't front
Kids are getting' smoked up like blunts
All over nonsense, brothers die constant
I'm looking for an answer, I can't find it
I think we need a little help, word
Brothers gotta find knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get it, you gotta get it
Righteous I live, give props to my mom
Pops raised me like a winner never settled for smaller
I am a prince in this land, not 'cos I have a grand
Got knowledge in my dome
In command of my life, never ever live trife
Thanks to my man fifty grand money Spike
Now I'm on my road to riches and bitches
The world of fake hugs and fake ass kisses
Girlies wanna get with me, is it for me or because I MC？
I don't give a damn anyway
Hey, skins are skins I stick 'em any day
But anyway enough about that
I think it's about time for drip to rip the rap
Let me pause for the cause 'cos the chorus comes first
And with the quickness the verse will disperse, like that
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get it, you gotta get it
Some brothers think they're it when they really ain't shit
Talkin' 'bout their new car and that their pockets are thick
But c'mon, you don't have a job, I know you're frontin' hard
Borrowed the ride from mom
What's the reason for the teasin', who the hell ya think ya
pleasin'？
You lack self-esteem so you try to front and cream
But that ain't workin' 'cos I'm smirkin' thinkin' how you're
such a fool
I keep a stern face as you're fakin' moves
I'm this, I'm that, I'm hip, I'm phat
Know what you are？ Wick wick wack!
A brother with no colour 'cos all I see is gray
If you knew who you were this road you would not play
Around the way I must stay with my people
Chill at some clubs, though that was lethal
Now I got my mental health, word
I got mad knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get with knowledge of self
I got mad knowledge of self
You gotta get it, yo, you gotta, gotta get it
Yo, you gotta, gotta get it, yeah
You don't stop
You don't quit
You don't quit
Word up, yeah
8.Soul Brother
Lyricist：Bradley E Armstead, Lou Donaldson, Jim Hawkins, Geoff
Wilkinson
The virtuoso untold impresario of sound
Composed from within enclosed now unfolds
Toes tap as a reaction, adapting to pattern of rhythm
Diggin' what the soul brother givin' 'em
Let your mind connect to the injection in your ears
The architects flex on his set skills of inner depth with no
slack
Observe a brother's essence who in fact been in existence before
rap
The soul brother for years officially instilling original
Fulfillin' rhythmical joints to listen to
Non individual abettor assisting whomsoever
Clever, wack this brother？ Never
Bodies sway when he plays, since the days of way back
Still today he'll lay tracks that's fat when weighed in, chill
Soul brother on this number
Give 'em a taste, hit 'em and lace 'em with the rhythm
(Soul brother's on the scene)
Soul brother, we combine a rocket for your mind
One time, a true mastermind
(Soul brother's on the scene)
The soul brother, one of a kind, no other
Genuine, out of line, keepin' the rhythm on time
Soul brother, no other keeps you movin'
Groovin' to a tune there ain't a sound more soothin'
Oozin' over vibin' he's supplyin', find him chart climbing
Proving two men who ain't losin' the game
Instead sustain, endeavour, whenever we're together
Soul flows till tunes close sever
Recognize the steel as concealed thoughts unveil
Then reveal what you feel from within, peel
KCB is who this, new to this is ludicrous
I'm true to this game, insane
Who is the brother of soul, solely？
No, in reality many be being, though no one and only
Bodies sway when he plays, since the days of way back still
Today he'll lay tracks that's fat when weighed in, chill
Soul brother on this number
Give 'em a taste, hit 'em and lace 'em with the rhythm
(Soul brother's on the scene)
Soul brother, we combine a rocket for your mind
One time, a true mastermind
(Soul brother's on the scene)
The soul brother, one of a kind, no other
Genuine, out of line, keepin' the rhythm on time
The innovator, creator of audio gold
Kept on your toes by what he has composed
Talent exposed, technics co-ordinated with precision
Catering to whatever flavor you're listenin' to
Bodies sway since the days of way back still
Today he'll lay tracks that's fat when weighed in, chill
Soul brother on this number
Give 'em a taste, hit 'em and lace 'em with the rhythm
(Soul brother's on the scene)
Soul brother, we combine a rocket for your mind
One time, a true mastermind
(Soul brother's on the scene)
The soul brother, one of a kind, no other
Genuine, out of line, keepin' the rhythm on time
Soul brother, soul brother
9.Caught Up In A Struggle
Lyricist：Jim Hawkins, Horace Silver, Marcus Anthony Vialva, Geoff
Wilkinson
Move with precision, decisions to make, fakes to shake
Talk a good game but yo, your stash ain't no wins
I'm in the biz of makin' it big and express myself
Through jams that they even bop to in Japan, my man
Change for a dollar so I can make this call
Get my money correct 'cos I been broke too long
Gotta keep it legit, can't be locked for years
Find me a 9 to 5, blood sweat and tears
But can it work boss man smack the jerk for tryin' to jerk me
Thinkin' I can't see inconsistency in my currency
Now I'm back out on the street
Walking these dogs for ends meet, life's not sweet
But I still rock rhymes to beats
Put it together maybe we can make an explosion
But it takes time, record labels mess up your mind
You could press rewind and catch a dose one more time
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that
Gimme mine and I'll spark the chart like flint
Money spent back to start, who wants parts of this
Crisp on compact disk but don't you diss the vinyl mix
I got the hook up at the crib
That's my escape from this world today, watch 'em blow up
Then deflate like a souffle, I see it every day, all day
I'm out for the gold, forget the silver and the bronze
Gotta make dough, send home to wifey and moms
Invest in real estate, computers and all this
Plan's flawless, bumpy roads, I'm ready
So all you fakers get jetty or get chopped up like confetti
I'm on a mission for this permanent position
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that
On the bricks, scuffed up kicks, not a hint of dough
Lost my job, now I'm livin' like a slob
Re-plan regroup, gotta hook up with my make money troops
Two scoops of loops, studio, time to blow
Hip-hop scene flooded, everybody gettin' blunted
A＆R's frontin', guess I gotta prove somethin'
Over percussion, Shabaam Sahdeeq rushin' like the Kremlin
Got MC's tremblin' in their lab, take a stab at me
Superior with word play
Stress overtakes the fakes everyday all day
Rugged like Broadway, no time for horseplay
In the struggle don't you lower your level
Gotta take charge like credit, need to start talkin' aesthetic
'Cos when you lose your chance you will regret it, get it
Lyrics embedded in your head like memories
Remember these Us3 melodies
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, man
Caught up in a struggle
You got me caught up in a struggle like that, like that
10.Tukka Yoot's Riddim
Lyricist：Don Covay, Steve Cropper, Mel Simpson, Robert Taylor, Geoff
Wilkinson
Makin' crazy tracks it's mellow with the music
Did you know that you have a mind so use it
Now this may sound confusin', yes yes indeed
You got what you want, well I got what I need
Walk down the block and say hi to the fellas
Lookin' at ya funny, maybe it's 'cos they're jealous
Don't let it hit the spot, 'cos they want what you got
To knock you out the box and fill ya empty slot
So hustle like a gigolo and go for what you know
If you need a lesson get tickets to my show
If you called the ho, yo there must be a reason
You caught some ill shit, now ya gotta stop the skeezin'
Get a job hooker, better yet pick up a book
Step in front the mirror and take a long look
This method of attack is opposite of wack
So if ya got the knack it's time to make tracks
Lookin' like the next man, is that who you are？
Copy cattin' nigga's won't take ya very far
So be your own man son, live your life grand
Be your own ruler of your own plot of land
Sellin' crystal meth aka the crack rock
Don't be too mad when ya find ya ass locked
Killin' off ya brothers, stringin' out ya mother
That may not be your case but it surely is for others
Doin' dirty deeds, and pullin' off the capers
Now you're lookin' gassed with ya picture in the papers
Far from being wack, yo if you're proud and black
You'll listen to the rap and then you'll make tracks
Bootleg tapes？ Yo, what are you, crazy？
Knockin' niggas out, huh, that shit don't faze me
Don't let me catch you boy, I'll play you like a toy
Not tryin' to be a bully, but I'm quick to stop your ploy
There's better things to do, other ways of getting' paid
Illin', cold chillin', and layin' in the shade
Just look at Hi-C and Rahsaan for example
We're too legit to quit and our dough supply is ample
So if ya gotta brain or a head on your shoulders
Better use it quick 'cos you're only getting' older
It's knowledge that I kick, it's courage that you lack
Ya best to get it fast duke, and make tracks
11.True To The Game
Lyricist：Bradley E Armstead, Jim Hawkins, Geoff Wilkinson
At age 13 turned fiend, dreamed nights M.C'ing
Reciting rapper's delight enticed by limelight
Ambitious visions of vinyl 12 inches
Since Yellowman was king Albino
Critiqued my form of speak on breakbeats
Cut on 2 Technics in a basement on 210th street
House jams, parks, block parties, halls and armories
Foremost behind the ropes, you only spoke if you was doped
Then formed crews, some rappers now retired
My desire required more than a quiet name on flyer's
Inspired, remain for delft, vowin' to see the day my records on
the shelf
Sold out at HMV and Tower, just how I dreamed
Recall hearin' mom scream 'Wake up'
'Stay in school, take up classes, keep your grades up'
But straight up, since my mind's been made up to do this
KCB son, ain't new to this, I'm true to this
Stay true to the game
I'm out to get the fortune and fame
Stay true to the game
I'm out to get the fortune and fame
Time passed yet M.O. remains makin' demos
Though wished behind the windows of a limo
Sippin' champagne, producers kicked game, expected
Label exec's smirked at hard work, tapes rejected
Connected with Eli perfected Mikey D and I wrecked it
Resurrected, marked the return few expected
Picked up in '89, signed but slipped up, charted, bigged up
Come to find royalty time, ain't see a dime
For promo shows, though exposed felt cheap
Kicked out the crib to the streets of Medina, where I'd sleep
Starvin' regardless, persist beyond exist to do this
Sons is clueless done, ain't new to this I'm true to this
Stay true to the game
I'm out to get the fortune and fame
Stay true to the game
I'm out to get the fortune and fame
The script flips, '96 relationships consist of wisdoms
Wishin' I quit, insufficient funds, silver tongues strung on
drums
A1 yet still unsung, adapt and overcome the aggravation of years
waitin'
And heads fakin', Jax sayin' 'Is it worth the frustration？'
It ain't payin' considerably, lacking consistency
Absentee in an industry exceeding M.C's, yet keep strivin' to
maintain
Too late in the game to change direction
Sustain flexin' dialect, tongue blessin' sessions
Progress in this profession, knowledge the lesson
Let it be known never forgettin', this ain't no dream
Although, it may seem like at times the mic's grabbed up on
Scenes true indeed, born to succeed, my mind is made up to do
this
KCB son, ain't new to this, I'm true to this
Stay true to the game
I'm out to get the fortune and fame
Stay true to the game
I'm out to get the fortune and fame
12.I Got It Goin' On
Lyricist：Rahsaan Kelly, Kobie Powell, Mel Simpson, Geoff Wilkinson,
Reuben Lincoln Wilson
Hey yo check it out I got a hype rhyme for ya
That I'll rock from London England to the boondocks of Georgia
Intelligent, benevolent, super
All the qualities of H I C the alley-ooper
My main man and me we've been cool since day one
Scoopin' all the fly girls, havin' all the fun
Sport the dope threads and the hundred dollar kicks
Makin' power moves so get off my
Nah I won't say it, cos it's crystal, it's clear
I get the job done each and every year
Back in school I used to act the fool
But I rocked an A average so everything's cool
Tool, my pencil, the mic's my utensil
I wreck the mic check and you can write that in stencil
So you wonder why I made it and your shit is goin' wrong
Hey yo troop, I got it goin' on!
I got it goin' on! I got it goin' on!
I got it goin' on! I got it goin' on!
Hey yo, I'm like a mad man when I get the mic in my hand
I run loose at the mouth 'cos I really don't give a damn
I'm on a mission, chasin' a dream
When I hear the beats thump I shake like a fiend
And when the notes are blue I do the do with the Us3 crew
Right in the back log, Geoff and Melle Mel y'all
Chillin' on the track boy, mixin' up the schizmo
Keepin' shit in fit form they got it goin' on
Patterns in the poems get you open like a spliff
If you take a sniff you might end up like a stiff
'Cos it's funky, a hip-hop junkie is what I am
Straight from Brooklyn with a gun in my hand
I'm just kiddin', or should I say fibbin' or bare faced lyin'
It doesn't matter, you know what I'm implyin'
And if you still don't know what's goin' on
Yo G I got it goin' on!
I got it goin' on! I got it goin' on!
I got it goin' on! I got it goin' on!
Zoom-ga-zoom, zoom-ga-zoom-ga-zay
Sit back relax and I'll make your day
Radical concepts that's my choice
Freak it to the music and flow through my voice
So let's face it, it's time to get back to the basics
Sing a simple song that goes on and on and on
I'm climbin' to the top just like King Kong
And guess what？ I got it goin' on!
I got it goin' on! I got it goin' on!
I got it goin' on! I got it goin' on!
I got it goin' on! I got it goin' on!
The drum, the drum, the drum, the drum
The drum is the most important instrument
Affirmative
13.Just Another Brother
Lyricist：Freddie Hubbard, Kobie Powell, Mel Simpson, Geoff Wilkinson
My brother, take a rest from what you doin' sit back and listen
Listen to my song about some brothers on a mission
This one kid he never went to school
His teachers thought that he was crazy out acting the fool
But on a real, baby pa had nuff static
He had two little brothers and his mother was a crack addict
Papa bear was never there to give him hope
So one might ask himself how did this young man cope？
He started robbin' just to feed his peoples and that's a fact
Until one day he got caught in the act
Shacked up and jacked up and taken downtown
And to the judge he's just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Well, this other nigga from the Fort was out to get his
Catchin' crazy wreck on the mic, that's word to Mizz
But until he struck the deal he had to sell the rock
Pack the glock doin' deeds at the end of the block
He had crazy fly robes and his daughter ate well
He never hit the blowpipe it was strictly the sell
These jealous brothers round the way wanted to rock his world
But instead they did the dirty shit and shot his girl
When he found out who did it he went awol
Stepped to the mall, he saw the punks and sprayed them all
But now he's doin' life for the suckers he shot down
And now he's just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Fresh outta school my man had it all
A dip crib, a fly girl, he was havin' a ball
But this other punk kid started to use him and abuse him
Slowly takin' all his loot and at the same time confuse him
When the smoke cleared my man lost his crib and his bank
And may I ask a question, who'd he have to thank？
Well, anyway, now he's on a mission to get his respect
He thinks the only way to get it is to catch his wreck
He saw the bastard in the Village, on Astor Place
My man balled up his fist and laid him to waste
Now he's getting' five years even though he got props now
But to you and me he's just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
Just another brother, just another, just another brother
Just another brother on lock down
14.Sheep
Lyricist：Jim Hawkins, M'vialva, Geoff Wilkinson
Walking, thinking, feeling, responding
Uncovering and discovering new things about myself
And this mad world around me
Many philosophies, many tongues, many dialects and tones
Different styles but wild is wild
Calm is calm, but cool is mature
Most cool cats are kids at heart
Now there's business along with the art
A chef with words, a chef with herbs
A chef with vegetables, soy products and bean curd
Some look at my face and say, â½You're quite absurdâ
And I say, â½Why, 'cos I'm not down with the herd？â
Of the world I haven't seen much
But with the mind I escape the ghetto's clutch
Loose cigarettes, ass bets on celo games
Abandoned cars and colorful names on walls
Suburb days were filled with sun rays
And crooked cops who looked at me sideways
Singin' that same old song
Where ya from, 'cos here you don't belong
Long strolls unravel my soul like a scroll
Telling many stories untold
Some look at my face and say, â½You're quite absurdâ
And I say, â½Why, 'cos I'm not down with the herd？â
I an' I light up the sky, who be the sun
To stir up your adrenaline like African drums
Status quo, no, along with the grain, no
I got my own flow
Similar to none, dangerous like itchy fingers on guns
Yet graceful like swans but there's a built in bomb
Must defuse, must choose, right or wrong, win or lose
Born to die, that's why I ask, â½Why is it so hard to get a
piece of the pie？â
Some look at my face and say, â½You're quite absurdâ？
And I say, â½Why, 'cos I'm not down with the herd？â
15.I Don't Care
Lyricist：Arlester Christian
He was raised by the radio and television
To earn his loot shoplifting and he's selling ism
He never knew any better that's the way he's living
You see his father's not around 'cause he went to prison
He's got a mind state torn in a civil war
And he's gonna solve all his problems at the liquor store
He does what he wants, you tell him that it's immature
But you can't handle all the places that he's been before
Like watching his brother die from a stray bullet
Trying to live a short life to the very fullest
Gold chains, he's got a Range Rover with rims
He's got a new leather jacket and a closet of Tims
It's the American nightmare and you might care
But he's a cold calculating con artist
He's like, â½Yeah？ Come over hereâ, bang and it's over
tonight, yeah
I guess you had it coming 'cause nobody here fights fair
He's walking down the bombed out blocks without cops
And gets props for telling fiends where to cop rocks
Trust is a luxury and he's too cheap
'Cause his moms is checking his pockets whenever he sleeps
He's got a chip on his shoulder, a monkey on his back
He needs to smoke weed so he started selling crack
He's living in the struggle, he's used to despair
You can look into his eyes and he's never scared, he's thinking
I don't care
She ran away from the pain at an early age
From a father with a problem and a dirty place
She tried school but the bars made it like a cage
And she could make mad money from a pretty face
Without a pimp she was raped by a group of guys
And they laughed when she cried out to the sky
But the stars and the heavens never intervened
Now she's got a son even though she's seventeen
In the scene she's a queen but it doesn't last
When her boyfriends start paying her with crack
In her dreams she can fly, now it's more than that
She gets high every time she gets on her back
Now the drug keeps calling, she can't escape
Nobody wants to keep paying her the same rate
Because it's not the same face, not the same waist
But she needs even more of the same base
She was forced to find a way to satisfy the urge
She starts selling every gift that she ever earned
And then she turns every trick that she's ever learned
Lighting up the glass pipe until her fingers burned
She's a fiend for the rock and she can't stop
She tries to sell her own son when goes to cop
And all the guys stop calling and they don't stare
She's got a Jones for the dope and she won't share, she's
thinking
I don't care
16.Get It Together
Lyricist：Mpho Skeef, Geoffrey Wilkinson
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
Wake up in the morning
Get my head on straight
It's gonna take a minute
So I guess you'll have to wait
For this story-telling, city-dwelling sister to prepare
Need to fix my face, gotta comb my hair
Back-packed, head-wrapped
'Cause it's a cold, cold world out there
If shit ain't together ain't nobody gonna care
Know your mama told you that this life ain't fair
But it's in your hands, your destiny is your plan
Get it together
'Cause in the city life is faster
Master your own destiny or meet disaster
You gotta have your head on straight, brothers are slicker
Influenced by bright lights, drugs, women and liquor
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
'Cause these streets ain't easy
And the shit that we see
Makes it hard to have faith and be strong and hold on
Keep hope and one day change is gonna come
There's so much so bad and so many that never had
Survival of the fittest
Keeping up with the quickest is the name of the game
You're a winner or a loser, a giver or a user and ain't it a
shame
We got to be all we can be
And it's in our hands, our destiny is our plan
Get it together
'Cause in the city life is faster
Master your own destiny or meet disaster
You gotta have your head on straight, brothers are slicker
Influenced by bright lights, drugs, women and liquor
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
People, people can't you see
It's got to stop with you and me？
It's hard enough, it's got to stop
So much more I gotta reach for
It's in our hands, make it our plans
Get it together
People, people can't you see
It's got to stop with you and me？
It's hard enough, it's got to stop
It's in our hands, gotta get it together
'Cause in the city life is faster
Master your own destiny or meet disaster
You gotta have your head on straight, brothers are slicker
Influenced by bright lights, drugs, women and liquor
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, get it together
Gotta get it together
Get it together, gotta get it together
Gotta get it together
17.Can U Feel It？
Lyricist：Geoffrey Wilkinson, Reginald Wyns
The feelin' gets the blessin', the truth sets you free
The feelin' is the truth that the answer lies in me
Feelin' of the everyday struggles of me and mine
The feelin' got my niggas on corners riskin' their lives
I'm feelin' time flat line, yo, the feelin' of sight to the
blind
It's liberation when you choose to free your mind
The feelin' of a slave underground headin' north
I feel the guilty verdicts passed down in the courts
Feel the shackles, cattle, enslaved up north
The feelin' as you're watchin' love run its full course
The feelin' of a child in the midst of divorce
God's the source, life force, it's death feelin' the loss
The feelin' of a hungry man watchin' a player floss
I feel like Allen in the playoffs steppin' on the floor
I crossed him over, foul line jumper with my arms stretched
forth
The feelin' of victory, no one remembers who lost
Can U feel it？ Can U feel it？
Feel like a kid havin' a kid sister, trapped
I feel like a cookin' pot of grits, sister, splat
I feel you, work and feed your seed, mister
I feel I'm reppin' you, I feel you out there
Now, I feel the jealousy, he feel like hatin' me
The feelin's of he, his G just bought me CD
The feelin's of me, his G just bought me CD
The feelin' of she, front row, show Us3
Ooh wee, feel me seize the tree
Feelin' like bustin' shots till we're free or shots of JD
He feels crates, gates, masks an' robbery
I'm feelin' like, 'Fuck it son, we all gotta eat'
Ashcroft feels he needs me detained in camps
Me terrorists words through the cells and the amps
I feel like I rhyme like, I got nothin' to lose, know why？
Because I've got nothin' to lose, do or die
Can U feel it？ Can U feel it？ Can U feel it？ Can U feel it？
It's the feelin' of every bullet passin' through Tupac
Volletta Wallace's feelin's when BIG got shot
Feelin' the fire like Chaka, touch all seven chakras
Snakes infiltrated, now I felt the impostor
The feelin' of you feelin' me feelin' the track
The feelin' of you runnin' to the deck rewindin' it back
The feelin' of your check after they take out the tax
Feelin' everythin' that God spit on the wax
You feel me bomb the track, you feel me attack the wack
I feel my habitat, he feels the needle in the wax
The feelin' of a chiropractor walkin' on my back
The feelin' of braille, I feel like feelin' the third rail
Suicide, middle passage trade ships set sail
Feel like a dead man walkin', monsters ball in jail
Feelin' like Christ on the cross, hammered last nail
'Father, have You forsaken me？ I'm feelin' like I failed'
Can U feel it？ Can U feel it？ Can U feel it？
Can U feel it？ Can U feel it？ Can U feel it？
18.Recognise And Realise
Lyricist：Bradley Armstead, James Hawkins, Bobby Timmons, Marcus
Anthony Vialva, Geoffrey Wilkinson
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(What)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
I spit lingo that's universal
Each verse'll convey
Zimbabwe to Afghanistan in reversal
Burst through racial barriers
Capricorn through Sagittarius
From various areas mingle
Understood 'cos I'm bilingual
In every country K makin' the honey's jingle
With what I sprinkle on a single now
Throw a hand in the air and keep it high
Symbolizing the vibe together
With sound that unifies humanity
As family regardless of nationality
I see black and white side by side
With Swede and Japanese
Partyin' hardy to the rhythm
Displayin' universal unification
Has been risen, yeah
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(What)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(Yeah)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(What)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
From N.Y. to the most high, mountains of Bangladesh
Me and my clique we speak peace
But I believe we gots to unify my peeps first
Then embrace the world at it's worst
Through your town by the speed of sound
How can we work this, no prejudice
Debate amongst skin tones and origins, begin again
I'm sendin' 'em a memorandum, enough to inform 'em
Through jazz loops I warn 'em
We got to come together
From the como estas to the arriverderci
I bet they felt me, commercial or underground
I bet the sound pounds
So clap your hands and give my mans
From the band a standing ovation in every nation
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(What)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(Yeah)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(What)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
We turn it out without a doubt
Shouts to the East coast, West, North and South
Rockin' the house without discrimination
Every nation under the groove, whether be African or Asian
Embracing the sound that makes the world get down
Provided for the masses from miles around
Find peace of mind and unwind with this rhyme given
Combined with rhythm, makin' y'all refrain from sittin'
The place is here, get up out ya chair
To where no worries and party like you just don't care
Music the universal language, we all understanding
What it's aim is will forever entertain us
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(What)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(What, what)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
(Say what)
Recognise and realise
(We don't need peace)
Recognise and realise
19.Truth ＆ Lies
Lyricist：Akil Baker, Gaston Thomas, Geoffrey Wilkinson
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
But I can't find the words that properly describes
The problems that arise
So I gotta decide to either
Keep it bottled inside or swallow my pride
But I got God on my side I'm a follow his guide
So I got down on my knees, apologized
For all the times my son looked in his fathers eyes
And saw the lies and alibis
Next day to my surprise when I woke at sunrise
I saw my son rise right next to me
Put his hands on my head and said to me
In a voice best described as heavenly
The truth shall set you free
Stop letting me walk around with blindness on
I'm relying on you to teach me right from wrong
'Cause one day I'll be gone, won't be a child for long
You've found your words, now go write your song
Who, what, when, where, why？
How do I find which way to reply？
Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
Surprise, the truth's right in front of your eyes
Riddle me this
You see a man slitting his wrists
And he's rich
Beautiful women wanna give him a kiss
He was given a gift but it wasn't something he wished
He'd rather throw it all away for some ignorant bliss
To exist or not to exist？ That's a question I try to resist
Deep like a bottomless pit
So I swallow my pride and follow my wits
My motto is this, hold your head high
You could call it a risk
But if I can't live on my feet I'll die on my knees
Sowing the seeds of the struggle
I gotta be free or better yet I gotta be me
I gotta believe that if the truth is a lie
Then knowledge is key
So yo, gimme the question and let me dissect it
My questions are deeper than my jealousy's best diss
An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind
I gotta find what I seek or I'll never respond
Who, what, when, where, why？
How do I find which way to reply？
Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
Surprise, the truth's right in front of your eyes
We've been lied to, we got reparations due
While you're at it, where's our 40 acres too？
Save the mule？ In fact you can save the bull
Why should we believe anything you say is true？
Been waiting too long man, them days are through
We no longer cater to red, white ＆ blue
I posed those same questions to you-know-who
He said, â½Ask not what your country can do for youâ
I said well when exactly you gonna do for us too
And where will we be when it finally comes through
Forget it, I don't know why I'm asking you
You stole our ballots too we know how you do
The proud and few, we never ever doubted you
Until we found out how your accountants
Grew fat from laying us flat, taking the rap obeying your crap
Seeing the real reason that we're breaking our backs
And yo, we wanna know why the leaders are gone
People can die, corporations treat us as pawns
You can see that it's wrong but you let them lead us along
They're the same corporations that you need to be strong
And I know that it's a game, truth is I shoulder the blame
I'm just another con artist making a claim
I know I need more than my words working for change
It makes me frustrated that I'm seeking personal gain but tell
me
Who, what, when, where, why？
How do I find which way to reply？
Ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies
Surprise, the truth's right in front of your eyes
20.VIP (Can You Hear Me Now？)
Lyricist：Akil Baker, Adeline Petricien, Geoffrey Wilkinson
Can you hear me now？
Can you feel me now？
She's a freak in NYC, hanging in the VIP
And you know she's trying to sleep with MVPs
To get into the biz but lemme tell you
I feel nice when I sip some water with some ice
So if you wanna hold me tonight
You don't have to ask me for the price
Can you hear me now？
Can you feel me now？
Getting in a club isn't hard to do
I can rock for the block party barbecue
I'm not another freak in the VIP
Trying to get free drinks with my tits
I'm unimpressed by material excess
So gimme the microphone and let your stereo check this
You wanna dance？ Get on your feet
All I need is a band and I get on the beat
I feel fine watching you all waiting on the line
I don't need your fancy wine
To show that I know about life
Can you hear me now？
Can you feel me now？
Big willying in the VIP
I got a big willy, watch but it still ain't free
I got a really big whip for my PYT
But then it ran outta gas so it's bye, ha
I wanna floss like Biggie and party 'til I die
I won't stop 'til I drop, I'm a pig
You DIG the rhythm that I bit, what？
You wanna ask me to see ID？ No
There goes the bartenders tip, bro
You don't know me, I'm a VIP
I just wanna big piece of the pie
Psyche, I get down cause I'm digging the sound
I wiggle around and rock to the rhythm
I found a way to move the crowd and it sounds divine
My nouns combine in ways to astound your mind
I got no time to fake, no cake to waste
Don't hate the way that I make breaks relate to words
And it seems absurd but still makes sense
I got much more to say and it's really intense
So yo, get ready to get up, get ready to listen
'Cause I just delivered a rhythm for your criticism
Yeah, I can't change who's saying my name
But player haters can't hate it
I ain't playing a game, what？
Can you hear me now？
Can you feel me now？
21.That's How We Do It
Lyricist：Akil Baker, Geoffrey Wilkinson
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's how it is, that's how we do it
Critics and cynics complain that it's a fallacy
Claiming rap music has a lack of musicality
But in reality none of the critics can rap
So they don't know the facts but they're always on the attack
see
Rhythm and poetry that's what a rap is
It takes musicality, focus and practice
The rhythm is rapid like the notes of a jazz lick
Or if it's a triplet it slows down like traffic
You might point out that it lacks a melody
But rap can be melodic like Ella or Della Reese
I don't care about your musical pedigrees
'Cos I'm the half breed of a jazz funk legacy
You better be on point when you diss it
'Cos we know the critics of rap are all bigots
So dig it, this is how I kick it and it's beautiful
Don't ever try to tell me that my rap isn't musical
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's why I love this hip hop music
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's why I love this hip hop music
The same critics talking trash and dissing rap
Listen to jazz, rhythm and blues and classical gas
Maybe they never studied the past or just don't mind
That jazz wasn't considered a music at one time
They don't want to admit that it might last
A very long time like jazz and it's no fad
Rap tracks continue to pack kiddies knapsacks
So listen to the sax sayin' somethin' and that's that
Now I can rap alone spontaneous like a saxophone solo
Without a chaperon or a stack of poems
I'm deep like a baritone singing in catacombs
Back in the days I used to freestyle for accolades
What other musical genre besides rap
Crafts lyric gems just as rhythmic as hi-hats
What other music improvises up wisecracks
To make the crowd happily clap and why is that？
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's why I love this hip hop music
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's why I love this hip hop music
See I grew up in Philly listening to the Roots
And Black Thought taught me the rules of this rap sport
And now I'm hip-hoppin' on planes taking it worldwide
To make the fellas clap and the beautiful girls sigh
And every now and then critics emerge
Telling me rap's not a music and I think it's absurd
'Cos I transcribe the rhythms and I know that I'm right
And I show and prove my theory when I'm holding the mic
I know you might not respect what I do
But at least hear me out when I'm stepping to you
'Cos I'm not your average cat waving a gat
When I rap I freestyle while I'm taking a nap
Making them clap to the music as I travel the globe
A representative with my pen
I give a sensitive consideration to my sentences that's the
concept
Take it to the hook let me put it in context
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's why I love this hip hop music
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's why I love this hip hop music
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's why I love this hip hop music
That's how it is, that's how we do it
That's why I love this hip hop music
22.Get Busy
Lyricist：Akil Baker, Geoffrey Wilkinson
I know you'll never know the feelin' that I'm feelin'
A black Jew trying to break through the glass ceilin'
Light-skinned rapper with a lot of ambition
Making black music for the people that'll listen
Isn't it a novelty, an anomaly
You paid for a ticket, you can listen to the oddity's virtuosity
When I'm rocking the mic
My pocket's are light but still I'm provocative, right？
Hey, don't try to tell me that my style ain't tight
My rhythm enlightens other rappers and it just ain't right
That I get more drama than the next MC
'Cos I'm not the average rapper up on MTV
So, you wanna put me to the test？
'Let's show the people who's really the best
I don't wanna battle you but if you insist
We can do this without written raps to spit
And just get busy, get busy, get busy
('Cos I don't stop when I rock the spot)
(Because I don't stop when I rock the spot)
Yo, who's to say who's better or worse
And who's got the cleverest verse that's never rehearsed？
Who deserves the prize get ready to work
'Cos you can't win a battle with competitive words
Why does everybody wanna step to me？
You best believe I'm never gonna rest in peace
We got the crowd actin' as the referee
And they clap for whoever is the best MC
But who are they to judge our craft？
Maybe they just clap 'cos you're makin' them laugh
And is that the real test of a dope MC？
What about rhymes and rhythms over this here beat？
Cos I'm ready to get it and set it in motion like the ocean
Into the commotion that's hidden in rhythm and hocus pocus
I'm gone, I got a song, sing it along and you can feel it
The lyrics appear and disappear as if it was a spirit
As I get busy, get busy, get busy
('Cos I won't stop when I rock the spot)
(And I won't stop when I rock the spot)
I don't wanna stop what I'm doin'
I just wanna rock to the music
But we got a lot of confusion
And we're getting lost into music
If I had a wish I would use it
But I've only got an illusion
I can only find what I'm losin'
And I'm getting lost into music
Listen to all these thoughts and concepts
I speak the truth but the truth's too complex
For you to grasp and I can't explain it
I'm just a man even if I'm famous
What does it mean to be respected
When we are not truly perceptive
Live for today and gone tomorrow
Choose the direction you can follow
And get busy, get busy, get busy
(Because I won't stop when I rock the spot)
(And I won't stop when I rock the spot)
'Cos I don't stop when I rock the spot
Because I don't stop when I rock the spot
'Cos I won't stop when I rock the spot
And I won't stop when I rock the spot
Get busy
23.What's Goin' On In The World Today？
Lyricist：Akil Baker, Gaston Thomas, Geoffrey Wilkinson
I had my eyes on the prize, since I was five
Said, 'Look world, I've arrived'
I had the drive to make it out alive
But no matter how I tried to fake it
Realised that I couldn't escape it
Put my foot to the pavement then I got to steppin'
Ended up in the opposite direction from where I was headin'
Regressin', the path I was led in had me guessin', askin'
questions
But the answers I'm gettin' only led into more questions
What lessons am I learnin'？
The seconds keep on turnin' back, reversin' the hands of time
But I can't rewind or change the past
People I asked laugh and said, 'Stand in line'
We all wish we could, you should get out the hood
'Cos stayin' would do you more harm than good
Unless you look past the stars you'll never get that far
Facts are you'll never make it in your own backyard
What's goin' on in the world today？
Can't find the words 'cos it's hard to say
Just makes me wanna holler like Marvin Gaye
Got my eyes on the prize but it's far away
What's goin' on in the world today？
Can't find the words 'cos it's hard to say
Just makes me wanna holler like Marvin Gaye
Got my eyes on the prize but it's far away
Now what you gonna do when it comes to your last breath
And when it's all over and you're down in your casket
Lookin' back I know you might've saw it comin'
But maybe not as quick as everybody still runnin'
The race to find a cure for the universe sufferin'
With a real fix not a poem or a Bufferin
I wanna cuss 'cos it makes me disgusted
To see the fucked up way we struggle for justice
My great, great grandfathers grew up in bondage
My great, grandfather died beaten unconscious
Both my grandfathers were dead when I came forth to this earth
And everybody livin' here's hurt
And so I search for a deeper purpose beneath the surface
Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth it
All I got is this pen at my side
My enemies lied, tryin' to hide genocide
What's goin' on in the world today？
Can't find the words 'cos it's hard to say
Just makes me wanna holler like Marvin Gaye
Got my eyes on the prize but it's far away
What's goin' on in the world today？
Can't find the words 'cos it's hard to say
Just makes me wanna holler like Marvin Gaye
Got my eyes on the prize but it's far away
Well, I finally made it out, got a bank account
New car, new house, new spouse and a few doubts
'Cos every time I depart and I start steppin' forward
I take two steps back and things get outta order
It's like I'm trying to keep my head above water
Due to cutbacks hours kept gettin' shorter
Now it's my old house old wife and a new daughter
But I can't support her 'cos I'm back on the corner
That's life it's gonna run out like a flashlight
And use you to make new people to clap right
You wanna know what the meanin' of life is？
You might live to find out and die when you find it
But either way when you're livin' today
You better behave as if it's all withered away
'Cos it's all a small ripple in the ocean of time
But it shapes the size of a generation of coastlines
What's goin' on in the world today？
Can't find the words 'cos it's hard to say
Just makes me wanna holler like Marvin Gaye
Got my eyes on the prize but it's far away
What's goin' on in the world today？
Can't find the words 'cos it's hard to say
Just makes me wanna holler like Marvin Gaye
Got my eyes on the prize but it's far away
24.ABC (Listen Up)
Lyricist：Akil Baker, Geoffrey Wilkinson
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O
P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Akil boldly calculates dope elegant flows
Grooving hard improvising jazz, kicking lyrical modes
Never operating petty, questioning rap styles
Teaching unique vocabulary with Xenophiles
Yo, zeros, you xerox wonderful vivid unique tracks
Sling raps, quit poaching our nasty masterful
Lack-a-daisical killer jams, it's home grown fam
Everybody dance, chill, believe and
Love, let's overcome violent egos
Hate, hurts anyone, torturing equals
Peace, pretty easy after calling everyone
I hope you paid attention
'Cause I'm already done so check it
After birth comes death eventually
Fools gamble, happiness ignores jealousy
Kids lose melodies
Nations overemphasize penalties
Quietly ruining societies, tremendously
Us3 visited Wembley and xyz
It's just a gimmick, you're looking for the next hot beat
You got the fever; you needed a prescription of listening
Forget the cowbell 'cause I'm not Bruce Dickinson
Alright I ran through the alphabet, better break it down a bit
Copycats kicking sloppy raps sound counterfeit
But there's more than one way to skin a cat
That's why I brought it back to where the beat is at
Third times the charm, so clap if you feel me black
We get the dough, like ray, I wanna hear me flat
'Cause that's the black key hidden in my harmony
The rhythm is a part of me embedded in my arteries
I double it up, I'm ready to rush and steadily bust it
So lemme discuss this ruckus while the critics get disgusted
It's a cliche but gimme the microphone and gimme some leeway
And give Us3 us free like we were cinque
With a dope philly flow off the top like a troupe
And something well wicked from the blokes in the UK
You put it all together with a suitable aesthetic
For a beautiful, unusual and musical poetic
25.Girls U Like
Now I don't need a girl with a perfect 10
But I need chemistry when I work with them
So I keep the lights dim when I'm on the grind
And if I got a few candles that'll be fine
I'm a sucker for girls with a beautiful name
But I'd rather get a girl with a suitable frame
She's gotta be sweet and a little petite
Or at least beneath me 'cos I stand six feet
I don't like the girls that waste my time
They play hard to get but I ain't waiting in line
I just call up another that knows the deal
'Cos I don't like to guess what another girl feels
I don't wanna seem like a jerk
So I treat the women right and nobody gets hurt
'Cos I aim to please and I do quite nice
With any fly woman that I please tonight
So what kinda girls you like？
I like pretty women that'll treat me right
I don't really care if they're naughty or nice
Any girl that'll like me that's my type
So what kinda girls you like？
The silent type not too uptight
Nah, she could be rude, she could be polite
As long as she's taking me home tonight
Now me, I like a girl that likes a girl
Then I like to see how that night unfurls
But not the ones into S＆M, whips and chains？
No, several men but then again
I'll take 'em blind, crippled or crazy
If those are the only ladies that'll date me
Or maybe one that's pigeon-toed and limped to the show
Kinda like that one that's in the front row
I like pretty girls with an ugly past
Plus a fast wit and a body that's plastic, sic
But I like a girl smooth to the touch
I don't really feel silicone titties so much
I guess it all comes down to trust
If a girl's not honest I get fed up
So hey lonely girl, don't feel so sad
'Cos I'm a nice guy to bring home to dad
So what kinda girls you like？
I like pretty women that'll treat me right
I don't really care if they're naughty or nice
Any girl that'll like me that's my type
So what kinda girls you like？
The silent type not too uptight
Nah, she could be rude, she could be polite
As long as she's taking me home tonight
I like a girl that keeps to herself
This way I can sleep with some one else
That's the kinda girl I like
I like girls with freckles a lot
'Cos when they're asleep I play connect the dots
That's the kinda girls I like
I like a girl who's shy but blind in one eye
Why？ So she could only see my good side
That's the kinda girl I like
Now I like a girl that's into threesomes
But wait, not him, I don't mind if she comes
That's the kinda girls like
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