1.Death Of An A＆r
2.Phone Tag
'hello, you have eight messages'
'if you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again.
If you need help; hang up, and then dial your operator.'
Yo danja, i see you're not at home
It's me lonnie b tryin to catch you on the phone
I got some bad news i seen your girl at the park
Chillin on the deelow with this dude named mark
Now i ain't one to gossip and i know how you are
But it was her for real i seen them kissin in her car
I wouldn't bring it to you if i thought it wasn't true
So hit me on my box tell me what you wanna do
Aiyyo lonnie, you sure you seen my shorty？
Chillin at the park with a nigga gettin naughty？ (yup)
Let me get the forty... four, i'ma buck her
D'angelo style, shit damn motherfucker! (calm down brother)
Hold up, wait let me think
First i gotta go take a trip to the bank (uh-huh)
Transfer all the funds, cancel credit cards
As we speak i'm throwin all her clothes in the yard (pssh, man)
Things she can't pronounce, things she can't afford
Things she can't... hold up, i'm tangled in the cord
Here she comes now, you know what time it is
Meet me at the james i'ma throw her off the bridge
Aiyyo danja, i see you're not at home
This is mike street tryin to catch you on the phone
I got some bad news, i'm up here at the station
I heard the p.d. won't put you in rotation
Son i tried to save ya, and play you on the flava
But he kept flippin on some ill type behavior
I told him you were hot but he didn't have a clue
Hit me on the cell and tell me what you wanna do
Aiyyo street (mowwwwf) what da deal？
Brothers tryin to take me off the radio for real？ (yeahhh)
Why they wanna ill？ i just don't understand
But if they wanna play rough, check it here's the plan (a-ight)
Your man gettin off around six (uh-huh)
I'll be in the van at the five o'clock mix (right)
Ski mask and black gloves, ready to attack cuz
And snatch him in the back of, the van for tryin to act up
(what？)
Drop squad style, blindfold him, hold him, scold him
Bout the things that you told him
But if he won't cooperate you know what time it is (what？)
6：30, james river, i'm throwin him off the bridge (bet)
Aiyyo danja, i see you're not at home
But this is shawnee poo tryin to catch you on the phone
I got some bad news, i hope you sittin down
Some kids from crosstown tryin to steal your whole sound
And not just that, they bustin on your mens
They say they battle supafriendz and only got wins
I know you not gon' let them diss you and your crew
So hit me at the crib and tell me what you wanna do
Word shawnee poo？ they tryin to diss my crew？
And on the downlow tryin to get my sound too？ (yup)
Especially round you! 'disorganized' my peeps
Time to let em know, supafriendz play for keeps (gotcha back)
Call ray, joe, wally and lil rock
Tell em meet me on the block half past six o'clock
Then i'ma call lonnie, shaquan and speedis toine
Who, kalonji, myndbenda, javon and don cabon (do it)
And tell em that it's on, eh yo i'm gettin hyper
We'll invite them wack kids to come and join the cypher
I'ma play the pied piper, you know how he did (what？)
Lead em to the river, and throw em off the bridge
Yo danja, i see you're not at home
This is lit-tle rock, tryin to catch you on the phone
I got some bad news, hey yo shorty check it
Them bootleggin kids downtown they got your record
Hey yo check this out, i know without a doubt
They be sellin mad copies of that album word of mowf
I didn't think you knew, they got supafriendz too
So hit me at the crib, tell me what you wanna do
＊gun cocking＊ 'throw him off the bridge' --＞ wyclef
＊feet running, door slams＊
＊car door, tires peel out＊ 'throw him off the bridge' --＞ wyclef
'throw him off the bridge' --＞ wyclef
'throw him off the bridge' --＞ wyclef
Yo whassup baby
How bout i'm down here at the police station
Yo you're not gonna believe this, and i know you gonna be mad
but
I gave this kid a ride
And he gonna try to push up on me and shit
So now i'm down here pressin charges
But anyway umm i'ma be there in a minute
I'ma let you know what happened when i get there
Aight baby... 'throw him off the bridge' --＞ wyclef
Danja mowf, this is dj dollar bill at 92.5 m-o-w-f
Dj street gave me your record the other day and i misplaced it
in the pile
But now i've had a chance to check it out
You are bad, you are bangin, you are the man
Danja mowf i got you in full rotation, call me brotha let's talk
'throw him off the bridge' --＞ wyclef
Yo danja yo, dis verbal assassin yo
Yo i made this track yo
Sound just like some supafriends shit man
I was thinkin we should get together and
Yaknahmsayin, do some like battle type shit over to it
Ohhyaknahmsayin you know like, like some ol busy bee／kool moe
dee type shit
Yaknahmsayin？ you you know, supafriendz, and the, and the
Dicksnots yaknahmsayin we can get together do this shorty, peace
'throw him off the bridge' --＞ wyclef
Yo a.d. whattup this is mad skillz nigga what the deal？
Aiyyo you know them niggaz downtown that be sellin tapes
Anyway they bought twenty of your shits off me
Twenty of the supafriendz shits so the niggaz is stocked, so
I'm about to take your half and go pay my phone bill nigga!
Nah i'm jokin, anyway
I got this dough for you i'ma come to your crib and hit off in a
minute nigga
Aight？ chill 'throw him off the bridge' --＞ wyclef
'that was your last message'
3.Make It Hot
(make it hot) x2
Uh! uh! ah!
Chorus
I make it hot! (how hot？) hot enough to fry
(how hot？) hotter than your front porch in july
(now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a hundred and two
(i make it hot) brothas won't even stand next to you
(make it hot)
Verse 1： danja mowf
It's so hard to say goodbye, so i
Take with me the memory of your good try
You could fry like grease in the skillet
I'm the heat, feel it, you got beef？ kill it!
Squash it, coz your girl was like, 'oh my gosh!'
It's just the mc make my spot get hot, time to wash it
Do shit, coz i'm comin' through with some new shit
Who, shit, you？ shit! who you talkin' to？ (shit!)
I be runnin' through shit, bring your whole crew, shit
I get funky as ？？？ bottom of your shooooe (shit!)
Yeah yeah baby hah!
Tryin' to see my style is like tryin' to see to panama!
Nah! mo' like, tryin' to stop a cannon ball!
Nah! mo' like, shavin' with a chainsaw!
Nah! blahzay blah shimmy ya (what!)
I can make no sense and i can still be raw
Chorus x2
Verse 2： lonnie b
Lonnie b and danja mowf are here to show y'all brothas straight
up
(what!)
That on a scale from one to ten, y'all need to get your weight
up
Step and get ate up, with the cross on the fader
When it's time to set it off, i show my ass, like jada (uh!)
(make it hot)
I rock like raider (what!), hit me on my pager
If you wanna hear the sounds of the 804 flava
Brothas on our jocks, but they be claimin' that they hate us
Coz we be the super friendz movie makers (once in a while!)
I used to have trap, but keep it full of paper
But now i got a pocket full of papers, she jockin', i'ma take
her
Taste her, no need to rape her
Oh! i'll have her kneeling like the center for the lakers
I'm not a playa-hater (uh!), not even a playa (what!)
Unless you talkin' 'bout a playstation or a sega
And show biz, like markie, dis and catch the vapors
Peace party people, ha haa! catch you later
Chorus x2
We make it hot!
(make it hot)
burning!'
We make it hot!
(make it hot)
'the---the---(uh!)the-the world keeps burning!' (uh-huh!)
We make it hot!
(make it hot)
'the-the-the(no question!)the-the-the world keeps burning!'
(uh!)
We make it hot!
'the-the world kee-kee---keeps burn-burning!'
Verse 3： danja mowf ＆ lonnie b
I keep burning down your world
Long as rappers keep being wack, i unfurl
On the track, coz i'm like a thousand pound girl
Fat! doing me is like a thousand pound curl
Impossible, coz i'm like a thousand pound pearl
Priceless, on the mic
Just bustin' nuts like a thousand pound squirrel
I hurl, a thousand mcs in the b'rrel (what!)
And mix 'em up and drink 'em like moet, till i hurl!
Rappers don't understand, i live day to day for a battle
Get you knock rock like gravel, now you layin' on your shadow
(uh-huh!)
Who you？ coz i'm that brotha who can do you
Quicker than sistas do the butterfly when they hear buju
Yeah, i used to goo-goo
Now i'm that rapper tappin' asses, like toilet water splashes
when you
Doo-doo
All y'all rappers out there that buck at this (uh!)
Are just like blind men having sex
You don't know who you fuckin' with!
(hoo! i don't even believe you sayin' that shug!)
Go ahead, coz i'm just tryin' to make hot
(how hot？) hot enough to fry
(how hot？) hotter than your front porch in july
(now that's hot!) real hot, 'bout a hundred and two
(i make it hot) brothas won't even stand next to you
Chorus
(make it hot) x2
4.Like Flies
Open your eyes to individuals who look upon you as prey
Like vultures in disguise, hovering over you like flies upon
waste
Realize...
Chorus：
Vultures plotting on my demise
Stool pigeons tell lies while the caged bird cries
Yo, but as long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
Black men keep dropping like flies
Yo, it's only right that i take flight
(where？) to the sky, floating like a black butterfly
I try to make my migration plesant
But living in the present gets you shot down like a pheasant
The reason seems that every day is hunting season
At least on the block where the black birds flock
Some of these birds choose not to soar the sky
They just stay in some shit, making them more like flies
Day in and day out another one dies
(i got it, another fly nigga got swatted)
The time he was alotted it seems just ran out
Or could it be the fact he didn't let his wings span out？
Acting like a chicken scared to leave the coup
Cause the chicken doesn't fly, he just stays with the group
Chilling with a bunch of turkeys waiting for thanksgiving
If he had of flown south he might have kept on living cause
Chorus
.44's and popo's don't scare these pros
In the nighttime ducking from constat shot bucking
They stuck in fly paper, for making paper is fly
Cause the eagle's on the paper, now you understand why？
When the eagle rules the sky, many black men die
Chasing eagles then get stabbed by the vultures nearby
Reducing us like calories, shot down like ducks in shooting
galleries
Please freeze these mentalities
That's holding you back from getting busy like bees
In trees you rest, bulding your nest with cess
Soothing your bird chest from chest, you've just buddha blessed
Yes, every block or two them hoes will find a cock or two
With no penis cap and get you caught in her venus trap
Indeed, don't be dropping your bird seed
Pollinating wild flowers, it's all in your power cause
Chorus
The caged bird sings but his songs get muffled
Feathers get ruffled, it's a struggle in the everyday scuffle
I tried to warn him about these snakes and cats
They hardheaded like woodpeckers and they blind as bats
That's the reason i keep preaching but you
In denial like the owl always talking about 'who？'
I should call you a parrot cause you act that way
First arounf a bunch of niggers, repeating what they say
Thinking that you're fly pimping around like a peacock
But your turf, your whole earth consists of only three blocks
Take them keylocks off of your mind
Take a journey out of the ghetto just to see what you can find
And like the raven said to poe and only told him 'nevermore'
If from your dome you never go then any more we'll never know
See how some other guys live their lives, not like flies
Realize your limit ain't the skies
5.Vowel Movement
Intro：
Aeiou and sometimes y
Chorus：
Once and a while we got to move these vowels, once and a while
we got to
Move these vowels, if i got styles and you got styles, then once
and a
While we got to move these vowels
A = speedis toine
I specialize in snatching vertebrae. break your anatomy down to
a, call
Me atomic sensai. aka b.j. mckay, and his best friend bear will
hit you
With shirley murdock and you can sing as we lay. what you gonna
do,
Nothing cause you pootay essay, the one that prince saw wearing
the
Raspberry beret. enter va., so my super can perform dismay.
you'll be a
Boy, in a man's hood, looking like trey, getting faded, like the
redbone
From zhane, think you tough in leather i'll rob that a_s like
runny ray.
You that nigga that was with jade still trying to walk away, but
i ain't
Finished, hey hey, don't make me call you like (weeezaaayyy!!!!)
E = mad skillz
A yo it's me, the m to the a to the d, skillz ripping drum fills
and i
End it with a z. i'm nice on the mic but that ain't hard for you
to see,
This rap thing i got locked, i swallowed the key. now peep the
stee,
Cause since the year of 93 i've been known to eat, chew, sh_t,
stew an
Emcee. quite frankly, the day that you'll see me, is the same
day you'll
Dunk and jump from the top of the key. reside on northside but
see
Sometimes i be, getting biz at the crib of lonnie b. ＆ and; a.d.
Recognized from japan all the way to nyc, still feel funny when
i see my
Face on b.e.t. till the day i die and have a preacher yelling
over me, i
Wanna be known for representing va vicinity. i shake rapper's
off like i
Do after i pee, get it clear 'from where？？？' the debut c.d.
I = danja mowf
It's hard for me to understand why! people wanna test me when
they know
They're gonna die. me oh my, why they wanna try like a sister
with no
Thigh trying to do the butterfly! i, say bye bye like guy, then
dive
Into your a_s buckaroo banzai. dry your eye, please don't cry, i
sing a
Lullabye before i sting you like a horse fly. of course my,
style will
Make you testify. i bet you fry like a pie on an electric eye. f
a sword
I ain't no shang-hai samurai, but in your boti boy head boom bye
bye.
O = lonnie b
Yo! every since a brother went solo i've been known to grab the
Microphone and kick the willie bobo. far from so-so when it
comes to sex
Even your ho know. we did it to-to style for an hour at the
hojo. here's
A photo of her sucking on me like a rolo, and in this one she
was
Cumming or either thinking about some go-go. i turned your
little ho
Into a dancer like jojo, or maybe like donnie, poo poo and fo
fo. it's
True-yo. i am a little vicious like cujo, cause i keep three
glocks in
The trunk of my peugeot. mess around you'll be missing like that
crew
Called menudo. they wouldn't find you if they searched from
mercury to
Pluto
U = kalonji the immortal
I'm talking to the letter u, as if u were a person, on an
abstract
Avenue where i construe. the vowel moving u, into, an accented
zoo,
That's making you go ooooh. you, be trying to find styles like a
clue,
So i left old ones on the floor like residue. see what you
saying now,
To me ain't nothing new, you got a glass jaw making this style
see
Through. my brain is a point of view holding knowledge unseen
like cats
On a oriental menu. kalonji the immortal, styles continue, to
stay sharp
Like a tuxedo dressed gingsu. to who, is two, or more too much
of a
Crew of true friends who be super like glue. if it's you, don't
argue,
Cause i'll still pursue to move the vowel you asked me by saying
was
That you？
Chorus：
Once and a while we got to move these vowels, once and a while
we got to
Move these vowels, if i got styles and you got styles, then once
and a
While we got to move these vowels
6.14 Ladies
Chorus
14 ladies at my door
How they got here i don't know
Could it be my danja style or is it just my danja flow
Rhymes i kick ain't make-beleive
Cuz group sex just ain't my type
Could it be 14 ladies wan' sex with me tonight？ (that's right!)
Verse i
14 ladies...hmm imagine that
Hard to beleive ？ sit back let's chat
It was one of those days not much to do
I was chillin at the crib just watchin channel two
I turn to prevue, to see what's coming next
I'm turning to another episode of real sex
It's a special on orgies ooo looks freaky
I'm wishin i could stay up but damn i'm getting sleeeepy...
Mmm that's the phone, hello ... ？
-'yo danja i see you back at home'
-'since i'm in yo zone are you all alone daddy ？'
Word i'm here at home on my own like patty
Maybe it was because i needed sex so badly
Or shorty took care of my balls like a caddy
I told her come and hit me, off with a quicky
She said, -'yo i'm wit it but i got some friends wit me'
-'they could drop me off and like, come back and get me'
That's cool hurry up it's already 1：50 !!
...damn 1：54, i opened up the door there guess who i saw？ (who)
Chorus
Verse ii
14 ladies.. what the hell is this？
First one attacked shook me up with a kiss
Thirteen more rushed my door that's my word
I'm pushed on the floor by the second and the third
While number one still got me in the liplock
Number two's undoing my pants like a ziplock
Number three rubbin these heez gettin stiff
My kicks get snatched by the fourth and the fifth
My jeans pulled off by the fourth
I realiiize, number five got her hands on my thighs
Nature starts to rise i feel some soft licks
Down by my ---- .. o my gosh number six!
Don't make me call the reverend for you and number seven
Doing things i never ever knew, like tevin
One's got my tongue while the second strip me naked
Three rubbin these testes i couldn't take it
Four's gettin hardcore
Five gettin live
Seven and six givin licks up the thighs
An all girl staff had me stretch like a giraffe
But i could do the math, and that was only half of the
Chorus
Verse iii
14 ladies, i'm dealin wit seven
Attackin my erogenous points i'm in heaven
A glorified state, here comes number eight
To demonstrate the appropriate way to girate
And grind.. i kept feeling in my spine
Everytime number nine started dining in my behind (wooo)
Ten and eleven
Teamed up with seven
And triple
Teamed on my nipple
I'm feeling like i'm cripple
Sedated like i drank ripple
My minds somewhere in the past like a participle
About to explode on myself
When up in my ear i feel the tongue of the twelfth
Thirteen bout to make me scream like a sireen
Suckin my toes turn me on like a hig beam!
-'how you feelin boo, you feel excited？'
I recognize that voice that's the girl i invited
-'i hope you can forgive me for bustin in ya house'
-'my friends had to know why they call you danja mowf'
-'there's thirteen of them, and thirteen's unlucky'
So she climbed on top and number fourteen ------ -- .....
7.Simple Clarence..
8.Espionage
Yo man these niggaz is straight wack
Yaknowhati'msayin？
Yeah i know
Can't take these thievin motherfuckers
About to bring this meeting to order, yaknowhati'msayin？
For real
Chill
Yo, we gotta kill these niggaz
Chill
Yo, what's this？
Meeting called in the hall of just-ice
It's been long overdue that we discuss this
Yes it's up to the supafriendz to crush this
Clan; here's the plan： bust this
I need one man brave enough to touch this
To perform as my right hand and mush this
Noise from boys that test (uh-huh)
So how do y'all suggest that we bring it to they chest？
Aiyyo danja (whattup cuz？) you know the squad thick
But i'm sayin let's me and you take this on some espionage shit
And start eliminating wackness with disturbed goldeneyes
(oh you mean like some supafriendz spies？)
Ahhh, now you get it, let's get camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Yeah, me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Alright look, i'm sketchin out the plans (uh-huh)
And drawing diagrams (uh-huh) with high tech equipment in the
caravan
(aight) we hit the spot, the parking lot
Of the nightclub where the open mic night is for them local
scrubs
Sneaking through the back will security be hounding
We'll pound them and swiftly snuff out the sound men (true)
Disguised as the engineers, we amp the monitors
And headphones and shatter mc's and dj's ears ＊breaking glass＊
With dexterity bonafide (bonafide); we slide levels up
And blow heads off with audible cyanide
First we hide, then escape creepin (c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Reachin for the keys, we leavin with the tires screechin ＊peels
out＊
Me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Me and danja, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Me and danja, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Yess, so now we change course (alright)
And take a full page advertisement in the source (yea yea)
To make known to fake clones who got that booty flow
That we're givin free time in our brand new studio (hmmm)
We felt it was our duty though to spread it like a cootie so
We cast the bait and now we catchin more fish than hootie blow
(whaaat？) rappers came browsin, the studio housin
Checkin out the mpc-3000 and the
Shells of sp-12's (uh-huh); the buttons
Had explosive triggers so them niggaz blew up they damn selves
And on the mic rappers drop clean; 'every breath they take'
Inhaling cyanide from off the pop screen
It's not mean they deserve it (why danja？)
Cause they wack, shit
(yo use the sound booth as a gas chamber)
Aight, whatever's clever, i'm ready and i'm willing
They won't catch us pass the matches
I'll burn the down the fucking building (hahahaha)
Me and danja, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Me and danja, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's with espionage
Me and kalonji, gettin camouflage
So we can sabotage sucker mc's...
Yo, i'm sitting, in the backdrop
In the beemer, with the blacktop ＊sounds of a keyboard＊
I'm on the case, like matlock
Pushing buttons, of a laptop
To tap into the mainframe computers down at bds and soundscan
Now your billboard rating's going down man!
I'm a super computer hacker deciding wack rappers fates
Tapping into the booking agencies i'm changing all they tour
dates
Somehow they end up in v-a playing the same room
(you push it) nah you push it! (aight)....
＊bomb explosion＊
9.Granddaddy's Lynchin' Story
10.Strange Fruit
Chorus：shawn chapelle
Southern trees, bare us strange fruit
Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots
Black bodies swingin, in the southern breeze
All that strange fruit hangin... hangin from the trees
Verse one： danja mowf
Check it out, here's a story that's true (aight)
They had me locked up, for this crime i didn't do
This white girl identified me, as a rapist
Had me wishin i was harry houdini, the great escapist
But wait it's, more check it out the plot thickens (aight)
Cause shorty started tellin more tales than charles dickens
She said i kidnapped her, trapped her, slapped her
Then after, i tapped her, i fled through the pasture
Nah, not me cuz, knew i'd get acquitted
But seemed every white face in town knew i did it
Or done it, shit about a hundred, approachin white figures
Bearin triggers screaming, 'kill that nigger!'
I'm gettin nervous just a little concerned
Cause in the south where i'm from niggaz will get burned
Cause them whitey's on some next shit -- some hang you by your
neck shit
Oh well, i'm in jail man; i figure i'm protected (right..)
Chorus
Verse two： danja mowf
Yeah, should have expected not to trust the police
Them cops ain't even yell 'freeze!' they just gave the mob the
keys (uh)
They beat me like i stole somethin, pistol-whipped me like a
stickup
Tied my hands behind my back, tied my feet to the bumper
Of a pickup, truck, now i'm gettin shucked like corn
Bein drug through the town, face down
To the gravel, my clothes and skin unravel
I guess i'm guilty, the lynch mob dropped the gavel
They took me to a tree, hung me naked by my wrists
When i beg and i plead i can't take it like this
They shoved a pole in my mouth (what？) cause you see down south
Lynchin was a show, erybody came out
See the mothers brought they daughters, to come and check the
slaughters
And fathers brought they sons, to see how it was done, they
brung
Everyone, from the old to the young
Cause it really was nuttin to see a nigga get hung, word
Chorus
Verse three： danja mowf
Yeah, i hung bloody, down by the muddy
Water of the missi-ssippi for my slaughter
The order in this court was plantatation mutilation
I felt the cool sensation of a knife point
Slicin through the joint of each toe, each finger
Each thumb and, face it that's for touchin on a white woman
My screams and tears brought more celebration and cheers
Than twelve o'clock on new year's
A girl couldn't see, someone raised her higher
So she could watch them breakin out my teeth with the wire plier
My one desire was to meet my messiah but they wouldn't let me
die-ah
Sayin, 'nigger we gon' fry ya in the fire'
I prayed that death was movin near; that's when
They castrated me and kept my nuts as souveneirs (uh)
Gasoline cleaned my wounds like liquor
Saw the match flicker, begged em do it quicker
Ahh yes, the smell of burning flesh
A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my chest
Sweet death long awaited, i hang as a monument
A warning simply stated for a people that they hated
But nowadays, the table's turned like a wrench (aight)
Cause white folks no longer have a reason to lynch (why？)
Cause when it comes down to it (uh-huh) there's no need to
pursue it
When you got a million niggaz round the country that'll do it
Think!
Chorus (repeat 2x)
11.Dangerous
'i come across' --＞ danja mowf (cut and scratched)
I come across and down like a puzzle
The mowf of danger, i should wear a muzzle
There are no constraints that can silence this lamb
I am, a menace to the mc society, quietly.. hush!
Peace, be still, my skill, comes off
From the north side of the james
I take aim and shoot my weapon
Inflame and maim, then i keep on steppin
Perhaps it's the aggravation that i kept in..side of me
Waiting idl-y, for my turn to come
From, some, land uncharted
My styles, changed projectiles and bombarded
A whole nation, a rain started
Seas have been parted, devils have been outsmarted
Cold-hearted, and getting colder
I cross that line and knock your momma off your shoulder
Pull your punk folder, ignite the mic, and watch it smolder
To ashes, i code brain bashes in dots
And dashes, s-o-s, mayday!
I dy-no-mite like j.j.
Drop offspring bombs like bebe, remaining unseen
Your fun world gets blown up to smithereens
All you hear is si-reens, and screams
The scene is obscene like the onscreen halloween
'word to mother, i'm dangerous!' --＞ biggie smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
It's ominous, how drama just, soars out of my pores
Like nitroglycerin sweat, listen and get, your fishy style
Baited with my hook cause i'm the illest, fisherman, yet
On a golden pond of mc's i float, float, float on! word is bond
I wave my wond and brunette to blonde
Respond, from here to beyond, til infinity
You can't see, mi-mi-mi
I sharpen vocal chords just like singing swords
When the tape's, on record, i summon
Mysterious words just like ouiji boards
Mad whores, flock, to my block
From here to bangkok feening like i slang rock
But i grind mc's til they're void, and null
Mr. owl, find how many licks to the center of your skull
For being dull, and lifeless
My fist raises and i point and the wack evacuate
The joint -- about face march
Cause i'll break you off like the top from the starch
You're falling like an arch, rival no survival
Or revival after my arrival
Lyrical virtuoso, latinos go _voca peligroso_
Now you know so...
'word to mother, i'm dangerous!' --＞ biggie smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
'word to mother, i'm dangerous!' --＞ biggie smalls
(cut and scratched for four bars)
Yo, danja mowf is definitely 'dangerous'
Dolla bill is definitely 'dangerous'
Mike street is definitely 'dangerous'
Mad skillz is definitely 'dangerous'
Kalonji is definitely 'dangerous'
Lonnie b is definitely 'dangerous'
The mindbenda definitely 'dangerous'
Little rock is definitely 'dangerous'
Javon is definitely 'dangerous'
Speedis toine is definitely 'dangerous'
Dj reese, is definitely 'dangerous'
Supafriendz, definitely 'dangerous'
12.Mowf Of Madness
Chorus：everytime
Mad skills and danja mowf combine
Emcees lose they mind
(one time)
Yes my crew be the baddest!
(two time)
Come and enter the mouth of madness!
Danja mowf：hey yo (why)
It's so hard to explain.
Once in a while you lose control of your brain
Don't know who you effin with, nga abstain ...
Thinkin you can take me？ wake up dana dane!
Puff your mary jane and drink your champagne.
Claim to bring pain but you chicken chow mein.
Danja mowf runnin for prez, i campaign
For jobs in hobb's end.
Both：enter sutter cane!
Mad skillz： every word that i utter remains on your brain
Rip it with a boxcutter and lick the bloodstain
The effects of you listenin to mine
Can result in the permanent loss of one emcee's mind.
One time is all it takes,
Eliminate fakes.
Bubble bed jackets hold you captive like straight
The mind czar givin your cerebral scars.
Got ngaz rippin walkmans off
Runnin right in front of cars.
Danja mowf：go 'head and open up my rap book, look upon the page
Witness every stage of your life at every age
Seein that you're wack produced an insane rage
Now you fightin like johnny tryin to get up out the cage.
Who can it be？ corrupting all of humanity？
They don't have a clue that it's me ...
Causing insanity
As quick as you can count one two and-a three
It's you and it's me, nga!
(chorus)
Mad skillz： fuck rockin cuz i'm nice enough to wet it.
Ill enough to set it.
Blow it out the frame without takin the credit.
Introduce you to para and his main man medic.
Sanity subtracts when the mad mowfs spit it, get it？
Danja mowf：got it. all of my time was allotted
To makin sure your brain rotted till you act retarded
Rock it till a nga rip his arm out the socket
Coroners searched his body found my tape in his pocket
Mad skillz： watch it!
I got concoctions in cases
To make emcees strangle they djs
With they own fuckin shoelaces.
Hypotize em talkin on the celly,
Meet em at the top of city hall,
Tell them ngaz they r. kelly.
Danja mowf：i believe you can fly! why？ it's the curse
Of mowf of madness placed up in the verse
Call the nurse
Nah, it's getting worse! too late call the hearse
All around the universe ngaz divin headfirst
Mad skillz：into empty swimming pools. your life ceases.
Head meets concrete, skull cracked into eight pieces.
I fill up the pool and walk on water like i'm jesus.
To make you see what you didn't see, that's my thesis.
Unleashes, hey it's horrah, horrah,
Sp-1200 techniques to make you not wake up tomorrah
Mpc you it later, sayonarah! you're missin
For kissin the mouth of the madness. listen,
(chorus) 2x
Mad skillz：mic sadistic. i'm sick, the first to admit.
Rappin in your ear in a cipher
With some cyanide spit
I'm lit. yo danja (yeah), ngaz shouldn't bite
I make voodoo dolls out of emcees i don't like.
Mouth of madness, down for the set
Crack both of your legs, nga,
While you doin your sound check.
Instead of letting your life decay
I let you wake up for the rest of your life
(when？) on the same fuckin day.
Danja mowf：yo, well i won't be as nice
In sleep you won't be falling
You get no peace, clarice,
The labs keep on calling.
Infected with this musical disease.
They found you screamin 'please!'
Butt-naked in the mall wearing skis,
Down on your knees looking for your keys,
Insane sayin rain was to overflow the seas,
And all the s.o.b.s would drown in the flood.
You broke down soaked down cryin tears of blood.
Mad skillz：i trade those tears for fears and watch em shout
Pull your lip over your back of your head
Expose your mouth.
Rip your throat out, another point scored.
Got ya eatin milk and mic cords
With a broad in the psych ward.
Danja mowf：a mind is an awful thing to waste, why waste it？
I'll take and i'll baste it
Then i'll get a spoon and taste it.
You listened to the track
When you should have just erased it.
But now you lost your mind
Press rewind nga, face it!
(chorus) 2x
13.Jack~n~da~weedstalk
14.Question
I've never had any uhh..
Healthy degree of respect for, rappers
Because they was rappin the wrong kind of thing..
Or that old bad language, foul language
I never cared for that.. bad language
I don't care if you make ten million dollars a day
It ain't worth it
What does it profit a man to gain the whole world
And lose his soul？ nothing
Rap about that
Yo, just a thought but i was wondering
What if underground were to hit, would commercial be the shit？
A universal role-reversal -- imagine that
Where a cipher's too commercial and some corny rap is fat
Would hammer then get props, and did ras kass sell out？
Your moms pumping organized konfusion through the house？
St. ide's was a soda and they legalized the blunts
And everybody smoked em and the president had fronts
Would niggaz sportin afros and dreads and the braids
Switch to jheri curls, and high-top fades？
And rappin bout the streets wasn't cool
The underground would pump non-violence, safe sex, stay in
school
So who？ be real, could you choose？ (nah)
When re-al-ity and commercial-ity both fuse？
But i've got news check it out we're on the way (what？)
To making this happen everyday, so i say
Question： do you have to be from the hood
In order, to know, how to rap good？
Question： do you have to pack a tec-9
Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme？
Question： do you you have to be a gang banger
Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer？
Question： do you have to be an alcoholic
Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene？
Check it out, i was chillin in my crib
With my hand on the dial, bout to watch a video for a while
Freestyle rules, yes indeed
The song's about hustlers, smokin mad weed
And how many gats you can tote in your coat
And how quick you pull it, and discharge the bullet
Are real o.g.'s, the real mc's？
A brother out the pen with the pen writin sin
Can you tell me then -- if you knows why the do's always close
When i shows with my demos, suppose it's the clothes (nah)
Shoulda choose those timbo's
Or talked about some hoes in my flows (that's how it goes)
Yo it's cool if you live that
If i can't relate, are my rhymes less fat？
Cause i'm not a hustler, a gangster, a player or a g
I'm just an mc bein me, so i ask
Question： do you have to be from the hood
In order, to know, how to rap good？
Question： do you have to pack a tec-9
Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme？
Question： do you you have to be a gang banger
Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer？
Question： do you have to be an alcoholic
Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene？
I don't wanna sell my soul to go gold
Or pack a gat to umm, go plat-i-numm
If my pockets fat then umm, let it be from how i come
A smart intellectu-al, poet of the streets
Recitin over beats, representin with the pen
I don't pack nines, but known to carry tens
In fingers, ten funk bringers, they known to bring
Funk to a punk like a trunk full of skunk, pee-eww
I see you, peek-a-boo, who
Got a weaker crew, here's a technique or two
Pay-per-view nigga, for the true niggaz, not the ones
Pullin triggers but the ones whose the father figures
Whoa, that's a radical idea, imagine that
But who would wanna hear
Somethin in they ear positive
Instead of somethin glorifyin just how triflin they live, so..
Question： do you have to be from the hood
In order, to know, how to rap good？
Question： do you have to pack a tec-9
Serve jail time, to learn how to rhyme？
Question： do you you have to be a gang banger
Or drug slanger, to be a rap singer？
Question： do you have to be an alcoholic
Or a drug fiend, to make green on the rap scene？
15.Watchin' You
Yeahh
Yea yeah
I've been, watching you
Bring your body, next to mine
Yo
They say that lust will make a man rush
Into situations where premeditation is a must
But, lust turns brain cells to dust
Thus we, focus on the nut bust
And keep it hush-hush, til i discuss us
When my brown skin heroin walked in
Thorough in, all respects of the word
But sex was the word
You woulda thought it absurd
If you had heard, what had occurred, in my brain
I refrain to explain the game
But it's well known, as wild oats get sewn
Another touchdown scored in your erogenous zone
As balls get spiked i swoosh like nike
To the next victim to trick them and stick them
With the rest of my conquest, watching
And waiting, to get your body undressed (i confess)
I've been, watching you
Bring your body, next to mine
(bring your body next to mine)
I've been, watching you
Bring your body, (bring your body) next to mine
(next to mine)
I bear witness to your physical fitness existence
A straight dime piece like a minute of long distance
For instance, 36 by, 24 by, 36 i, was never good at mathematics
But your status is the fattest in ghettofabulous terms
Therefore i'm not concerned
Withcha mental capacity, yo' college degree
Basically, just getting me, to between your knees
Please, i know my thesis, was full of feces
And left your heart in pieces like reese's
But my +species+ is +predator+ (predator)
Things that i do keep me two steps ahead of ya, heh
I'd love to get your body close, but
Post-ejaculation i'm ghost
Supposed if i boast from coast to coast
Diagnose that it's your body that i chose the most
(that's how it goes)
(i've been watching you yeah!)
I've been, watching you
Bring your body, next to mine
(bring your sexy body, bring it next to mine)
Yeah, c'mon
I've been, watching you
Bring your body, next to mine
Your physical being is worth seeing, your body is dope
When we stroke, i'm od'ing, no rehab needed
I stabbed and jabbed until it bleeded
Waited five days, then i repeated
Treated your wack conversation as the track to penetration
Gave no indication to my thoughts of fornication
And titillation, patient-ly
Waitin for you to start, tastin, me, see, comprehend
I don't need a friend, i need a lover
Cause if ain't yo' tongue it's in one ear and out the other
Discover, it's just the facts of life
You don't like it when i act so trife？
You can cut like an exacto knife, quick and precise, aight？
I don't wanna fight, i want your body tonight
Is that complex to you, me gettin next to you
If for only to have sex witchu？ let me know boo
I've been (i've been watching you) watching you
(for so long) bring your body, next to mine
(bring your body next to mine)
Yes, ahh, c'mon, yeah
I've been, watching you
(i've been watching you)
Bring your body, next to mine
Yes, ahhh
(i just want your sexy body)
I've been, watching you
Uhhh, yes
Bring your body, next to mine
(bring your body next to mine)
I've been, watching you (i've been watching you)
Bring your body, next to mine
＊ad libs by singer to end＊
16.Unseen World Pt. Ii
See, we still unseen, know what i'm saying？
Still unseen, and since you still looking
We're gonna bring it
Yo, the mistake that is made many times that which aches in my
mind
Is when fakes try to rhyme and they take petty lines
To put stakes against mine but i breaks them like spines
Cause i make plenty rhymes that are dimes
I'm often misunderstood cause i never soften, would
You look as good in a coffin, should
You think twice or thrice your lady
Was on my knot getting hot in a shady spot
Screaming 'give me what you got'
Don't stop get it get it, when i hit it hit it
Shit it's hard being me
Did it did it occur that you ain't seeing me？
Quit it quit it, give up the mic device b
Cause you'll never be as nice as me, g, forget it
I lit it like ge cause me-ee be-ee
The-ee d-ee a-n-j-a m-o-w-f, ee hee
You crack me up like hump-deehee dump-deehee
Just for thinking you can see me
How should i attack this？ me the cool cat like ratcliff
For all the mc's who act as if i won't flip them on a cactus
Point me towards the mattress
I make your career go backwards like a dyslexic actress
You shouldn't try to attack this, i use you mc's for practice
While i greet you back with
Something that your front took straight up that just been ate up
While you went to sleep seems you couldn't wait up
Kill you again and again, can't stop or won't stop
Til i squeeze your body into a dot
Very rarely do i break up the work you can't make up
Stains so strong bounty couldn't take up, so wake up
Imagine over 100 dinosaurs attacking you
That's my crew, straight from the va zoo
Keep your head up or be ready to die
Yours truly, supafriendz franchise, oops, we caught you by
suprise
While you niggas get upset, i'm a get to the point
It's me, the nigga that slayed 'e' on the vowel joint
And a thousand attempts have been made to stop this
The niggas who talk shit and got sit, i'm a fill your 40 bottles
with hot piss
Against the grain the ？paraquan？ is insane
Shorty, you the aft, i'm in the cockpit of the plane
I'm running through niggas, verbal abuse to do niggas
Split one nigga's opinion and have him thinking like two niggas
A rhyming nightmare for all you dreamers
You want to fall？ i'm on top of the game like an arena
I got your bitch on me attack this
While your wack ass swole at home fucking the hole in your
mattress
The fact is that you ought to know the half
My staff's better, we bag the cheddar like kraft
So fuck yapping, i specialize in mc slapping
I give a fuck about these noncircumsized niggas rapping
If words had actions, mine would be crazy
And yours would make about as much noise as a stillborn baby
So put it back in the womb nigga and remix it
See the shit is coming straight so you ain't got to get it
twisted
I'm dead aim, so fuck being a target
Son you wouldn't blow up if you was giving head on the
Top floor of the fucking stock market
So flip your jibs and dodge your bids
I'm trying to get my ends to meet, fuck, and have some kids
Your preceptual attributes seem odd
In my face you'll see the indescribable beauty of god
I slay rappers in the euthanasia
Beauty of the next is swift paragraphs is infectious
Like the menegitis mind of conceptual inventions
That only hold murderous intentions
I shine in the nimbus, touch entities which leaves mc's
Stuck in between parenthesis cause my
Frequency consumes attitives from 50 year old secrecy rooms
I got the spielberg, the ill-berg, the real words
That actually baffles and kills nerds
And halts and brain falls new days
Cause i walk in the image of the one you praise
I'm labeled as the unconcievable
Or absolutely, completely, utterly unbelievable
I write horrific, rotate my journals like polaris
Murder messiah, upon grave death i cherish
Guard the barracks like l's, so who you swearing at？
Set to lead a nation of terrorists like everfrag
When described my voice travels through liquid interludes
Decapitating apostles in cerimonal underground duels
Child the greater, ever after war is fatal
Air strike tiger force, marine the ocean naval
Take a wiff of this contagious, mt. olympus
Digest the flesh of rappers like i'm poetically carniverous
Conquest built on starting crusades and riots
Putting yellow journalists under pressure to keep quiet
About the crew with this treacherous sound in this orbit
We move forward with unauthorized severe orphans
Javon the black emperor, let the poison be administered
Then watch your body mathematically like integer
No way of escaping the deaths and graphs of harm
Sign your biblical will with dead angel arms
I'm put on the earth route to do things, known by two names
The voter lil' rock, yo let's start a new game
I'm a throw docks at the clowns with quarter moon fame
Get attached to the minor shit we gonna shoot game
Sharpshooter, smooth aim, can flash two flames
You play niggas fuck around and get hung by fat shoestrings
Bottle with a hat and a cane like bruce wayne
See it coming to a nigga, and my crew insane
Me and shawnie poo swing, gin and juice who swings
And they thing we all about that weed
I got a plan to make some grands in the southern pot lands
And it's said for all to see
If we was teams you would forfeit
Took a long road with tims and walked it
Rap rules i absorbed it and still get high
Colnel strong the main target is to reach the organ with some
Flavors that be distorted, if they real inside, so take heed
And bring your punk ass to justice league
It ain't going to be no warm welcome me
I dedicate this to those who ask me 'lonnie, when your shit
going to drop？'
In a minute, yeah, it's time for me to get my props
And blow the spot up, niggas making loot hold your knot up
My friends be super like the cat (don dada)
I ain't scared of no man, you want it you can get it
We can battle on the phone, your girl got my digits
What？ i'm a player with more game than your sega
Had your girl shaking like a hustler's pager when i ate her
Banged her from the back, bust one off on her butt cheeks
She went and told her friends now they all want to fuck me
＞from the cute to the ugly, skinny to the chubby
These seven inches they like the way i work it, money
I'm on top of the world like da brat and i'm soso def
That i should use a hearing aid for my logo
Y'all get the photo, and now you're too slow, yo
(woop woop) that's the sound of the po po
I'm 5 foot 10, 200 lb's
Known citywide from holland park to belle mead
Been rapping 10 years, ain't shit y'all can tell me
Bagged so many dimes i should stop rapping and sell weed
17.Like Flies Remix
Black men keep droppin
Black men keep on droppin like flies
Vultures (vultures) plottin on my demise
(stool pigeons still lies while the caged bird cries)
As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
(black men keep on droppin like flies) droppin like flies
Yo, it's only right that i take flight
(where？) to the sky, floatin like a black butterfly
I try to make my migration pleasant
But livin in the present gets you shot down like a pheasant
The reason, seems every day is huntin season
At least on the block where the black birds flock
Some of these birds choose not to soar the sky
They just stay in some shit, makin them more like flies
Day in and day out another one dies
(i got it, another fly nigga got swatted)
The time he was alotted, it seems just ran out
Or could it be the fact he never let his wings span out？
Acting like a chicken scared to leave the coup
Cause the chicken doesn't fly, he just stays with the group
Chillin with a bunch of turkeys waiting for thanksgivin
If he had of flown south he might have kept on livin cause
Vultures, plottin on my demise
(stool pigeons still lies while the caged bird cries)
As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
(black men keep on droppin like flies) droppin like flies
Fo'-fo's and po-po's don't scare these pros
In the night time, duckin from constant shot buckin
They stuck in fly paper (well makin paper is fly)
Cause the eagle's on the paper, now you understand why？
When the eagle rules the sky, many black men die
Chasin eagles then get scavanged by the vultures nearby
Thereby, reducin us like calories
Shot down like ducks in shooting galleries
Please, freeze, these, mentalities
That's holding you back from gettin busy like bees
In trees you rest, buldin your nest with sess
Soothin your bird chest from chest, you just buddha blessed
Yes, every block or two them hoes will find a cock or two
With no penis cap and get you caught up in her venus trap
Indeed, don't be droppin your bird seed
Pollinatin wild flowers, it's all in your power cause
Vultures, plottin on my demise
(i watch like the sparrow, in some godly eyes)
As long as the mighty eagle rules the skies
(black men keep on droppin like flies) droppin like flies
The caged bird sings but his songs get muffled
Feathers get ruffled, it's a struggle in the everyday scuffle
I tried to warn him bout these snakes and cats
But they hardheaded like woodpeckers and they blind as bats
That's the reason i keep preachin but you
In denial like a owl always talking about 'who？'
I should call you a parrot cause you act that way
First around a bunch of niggaz, repeatin what they say
Thinkin that you're fly pimpin round like a peacock
But your turf, your whole earth, consists of only three blocks
Take them keylocks off of your mind
Take a journey out of the ghetto just to see what you find
And like the raven said to poe and only told him 'nevermore'
If from your dome you never go then any more you'll never know
See how some other guys live they lives, not like flies
Realize your limit ain't the skies
..
Black men keep droppin
(vultures, plottin on my demise)
Black men, keep on droppin like flies
(tellin me lies)
Black men keep droppin
(the mighty eagle rules the skies)
Black men, keep on droppin like..
(keep on droppin like..)
Black men keep droppin
(keep yo' head up)
Black men, keep on droppin like flies
(keep droppin like flies)
Black men keep droppin
(as long as the mighty eagle rules the skies)
Black men, keep on droppin like..
(droppin, like..)
Black men keep droppin
(somebody's watching me)
Black men, keep on droppin like flies
(vultures, yeah yeah)
Black men keep droppin
(somebody's watching me)
Black men, keep on droppin like..
(vultures, yeah)
Black men keep droppin
(somebody's watching me)
Black men, keep on droppin like flies
(vultures, yeah)
Black men keep droppin
Black men, keep on droppin like
＊sound of fly buzzing and being swatted＊
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