1.Splattitorium
Lyricist：Emandu Wilcox, James Dewitt Yancey
Rollin' herbals for the verbals
Extractions and distractions
If I had another sack, I would roll it up
I would light it up, then I would pass it around
If I had another sack I would roll it up
I would light it up, then I would pass it around
If I had another sack I would roll it up
I would light it up, then I would pass it around
If I had another sack I would roll it up
I would light it up, then I would pass it around
Joints, blunts and a bong
Any which way, I can never go wrong
I smoke bud all night, all day, all night
Whatever time, it's the right time for me
You know what time it is
I'm down with tha P H A R Cyde
I never hide my feelings
I have the yearnin' for the burnin'
Back, run away, run away, run away
Days are getting longer
The brain is gettin' stronger
No more bitches, no more hoes
And that's how it goes
Leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I want some respect
Leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
Check, check, respect
Leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I wanna a check, I want some respect
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I want respect, I wanna check
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I wanna check, I wanna check
I want some respect, I want some respect
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I wanna check, check
I want some respect, 'spect
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
2.Pharcyde
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, Romye Robinson, Derrick Stewart, Emandu
Wilcox
None of that's true, we do it not you
That' why I got you stuck on to my style like glue
The crew definitely is back again
But I'm back to win so just tell a friend
That I'm still twisting and bending
Minds and rhymes until the very end
With the rhymes and the loops
Stomping out wack troops in my big black boots
Collecting respect and the loot
From the way I grab the microphone and execute
Say what？
Yo man, I pay them no attention
I stay deep into the cut
'Cause I leave the tricks alone
'Cause my name is not David Copper-Filled
Pockets, never net a man, who don't hate it
So let it be stated
Niggas couldn't fade it with an edit
And Xerox M.C.'s are pathetic
They tryin' to duplicate
But their comin' out synthetic
The name is Bootie Brown
And phony M.C.'s forget it
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way
I step toward the mic grinnin'
The lyrical imperial award winnin'
Rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it
Because my shit be poppin' like gin and juice
I seduce these iahps to get loose when I'm droppin'
These rhymes on drums like my nigga Def Jef
My style is more unknown than what happens after death
I come fresh like your breath after your brush
Wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed
Well, it's apparent that many are so transparent
You can't believe ya eyes when ya starin'
It's ghostly and mostly the wise
Yeah, they just run these games before ya eyes to tell you
Lies framed in gold glitter
For many moons I've been a go getter
Took miles of manure from the purest bullshitters
Now them mutha fuckas ain't with us to get us
M-walk shake the cut through their neutro-transmitter
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way
You must respect me
'Cause I come directly from my internal
While my eternal infernos steadily towering
And over-powering all sour sounding
Wishin' wishy-washy competition
Definitely wack and lackin' and stable ammunition
Change ya mission men and listen
My way your salutations get no validations
Just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi
Come on and taste the real
Step on inside and confide in the feel I reside
By still waters just a gear on the wheel
No fear on the steel just a son of Jiva
Who won't leave my field
We do it this way, we do it this way
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way
3.Hey You
Lyricist：Leroy Carr, Trevant Jermaine Hardson, Romye Robinson, Derrick
Lemel Stewart, Emandu Imani Rash Wilcox
Beam me, beam me, beam me, beam me up Scottie
Not as to where I have no control of my body
Tweaking diodes I walk the roads like karate masters
Most the time my mind be ghost like Casper, sinkin' faster
But coming up in this shit, sometimes I'm alienated under rated
Suckas hate it that I made it as a misfit
But you know if the shoe fit's I'ma wear it like a glass slipper
Hike to the big dipper, dip like a skipper not top could be
tipper
Say what？ But fools be tryin' to rape friends to make friends
And that's one big twisted ass picture like Jack the Ripper
Caught up in the net like Flipper on a Tuna protest
Yeah, where's the focus
Got me fuckin' with these friends
And they're crackin' my lens
And now shit be'z foul as a mutha
Word to my sistas and my brothas and my color
Hey you, can I take up a moment of your precious time
To realize and define the whole truth
Hey you, yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you
Hey you, can I take up a moment of your precious time
To realize and define the whole truth
Hey you, yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you
Because of my high altitude
The attitude of this one dude was just so lewd
That he was viewed as rude and pursued by the side
He was booed and chewed like food in the feud
Ending a career way shorter than an interlude and dude
The word I heard is that your vision is blurred
That's why you be speakin' the word so absurd
But you get exactly what you deserve
As I hit and you swerve to hit the curb
'Cause you be totally guilty of the filthy type phrasing
Faltering for sure under pressure
Over hype and un-amazing
Hey you can I take up a moment of your precious time
To realize and define the whole truth
Hey you yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you
Hey you can I take up a moment of your precious time
To realize and define the whole truth
Hey you yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you
Hey you can I take up a moment of your precious time
To realize and define the whole truth
Yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you
Hey you can I take up a moment of your precious time
To realize and define the whole truth
Hey you yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you
Hey you
Hey you
Hey you
...
4.Y？
Lyricist：Jay Dee, Trevant Hardson, Romye Robinson, Derrick Stewart,
Emandu Wilcox
Why is that？Why is that？
Why is that？ Why is that？
Tell me why
(Be like that you just be like that)
Always gotta be like that
(Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that)
Tell me why
(Be like that you just be like that)
Always gotta be like that
(Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that)
Tell me why
(Be like that you just be like that)
Always gotta be like that
(Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that)
Always gotta be like that
(Be like that you just be like that)
Always gotta be like that
(Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that)
I wasn't sleepin' I was creepin' slidin', hidin'
I would like the girl behind me roll up a bad time thinkin'
Mentally sinkin' 'specially brinkin'
Two decades and a half making a path for mine to follow
The world is hollow, yet it's full of crap, prepared to gamble
I give you half of chiseled pencil
What's the come up, cried a ton of tears, drunk a ton of beers
That's fun at first but learned in person fear throughout the
years
Kept my ears open, eyes scoping, mouth locked
Don't rock the boat if you can't swim
Nobody may not be there with the limb to limb
This is the end, still I can't explain the fact
Why the fuck shit gotta be like that？
Tell me why
Be like that, you just be like that
Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that
Know what, I said it
Hear me clearin' over so severe and dreaded
That they need to be beheaded, why？
I'm readily, steadily stimulate and then mutilate
And all sloppily, copied imitations
Cause they irritatin' so I'm intimidatin' them
Over the snare with simply a stare
Bringin' them turbulent terror
And they know this 'cause they can feel it
He knew that it was mine
Still the sucker tried to steal it
So I had to reveal it, through provin'
That I am a star machine and fly
And by just blinkin' my eye in a flash
I flush out the face, layin' low-key
Trained eyes locate to focus on the phony
Mister sometime-homey, why he act like that
I thought he had my back, I thought he had our backs
But it was him who I should've never trusted
And not at least till he got his attitude adjusted
Or mouth busted for acting all dusted
But bust this now when I'm out
I seek and thought out the whole scene
For all sinister's types, sneak that scheme
They come into my face
I send them tightmen home
When they're sufferin'
From the double agent syndrome, why？
Why it gotta be like that
Tell me why
Be like that you just be like that
Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that
Tell me why
Be like that you just be like that
Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that
Sometimes this world means everything to me
The inside is lovely to these eyes I see
And sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry
Holly off, seven of them drops from my eye
Thugs drain out my skin 'cause I'm pissed from within
I see a situation now and all I do is grin
People think I'm high but I'm mentally travelin'
Agin' in short times 'cause life's a unravelin'
While I'm straddlin' more's up this fuckin' mike
I hate to be a pilot, crashin' in a flight
People need to know about this thing called life
'Cause if you see the light then life's alright
So can you dig it
Be like that you just be like that
Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that
Be like that you just be like that
Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that
I jumped inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness
Popped in my freestyle tapes
Started reminiscing about my little homie
Who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous
So he came to Californey on the microphony
Was super bad and what not
But he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot
He became too fascinated with that gang related flavor
That he modificated rearranged his behavior
He hooked up quick with the influential slang
Gangsta-strow corn rolls the whole shabbang
Braggin' and boastin', boastin' and braggin'
How we 'posed to be hangin' with Baby Gees, I was baggin'
But what you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon
Hopin' they'd hit him in the head but he steady saggin'
Like he a hog creepin' through the smog
Smokin' on some Indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog
Like most who come to this West Coast society
Tried to be because they think it's fly to be a menace
So what a relic way to end this, got rolled up
When he was strolling on a Sunday after tennis
Niggas never listen, they gotta learn their lesson
The hard way I'm guessin', guessin'
BD as I hit the B and make a right on Weston
Pops in my head the proverbial question, why？
Be like that, you just be like that
Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that
Tell me why
(Be like that, you just be like that)
Always gotta be like that
(Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that)
Tell me why
(Be like that, you just be like that)
(Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that)
Tell me why
(Be like that, you just be like that)
(Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that)
Tell me why
(Be like that, you just be like that)
Always gotta be like that
(Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that)
Tell me why, it always gotta be like that
Tell me why, it always gotta be like that
Always gotta be like that
Always gotta be like that
Tell me why
5.Runnin'
Lyricist：Luiz Bonfa, Trevant Hardson, Romye Robinson, Derrick Stewart,
Emandu Wilcox, James Yancey
Can't keep runnin' away
I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect, I used to never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like what's up fool？
And tried to seat a nigga like the lip for no reason at all
I can recall crip niggas throwin' C in my face down the hall
I'm kickin' it in the back of the school, eatin' chicken at
three
Wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
I tried to talk and tell them chill, I did nothing to deserve
this
But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous
And unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt
'Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own fuck
Around with Fatlip yes, ya get blown' I'm not tryin' to show
No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on
There comes a time in every man's life
When he's gotta handle up on his own
Can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
Please, they got problems of their own
Down for the count on seven chickens
Shits don't get to heaven till they faced these fears in these
fear zones
Used to get jacked back in high school I played
It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown being
Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker
Than an evil red neck could lynch a helpless colored figure
And as a victim I invented low key till the keyhole itself got
lower than me
So I stood up and let my free form, form free
Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me
I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
In other words just freeze
It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders but I told ya
Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all
I told
Ya and that's all I showed ya
And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be I'm a celebrity
Whose on the brink of insanity
Now don't be wishing of switchin' any positions with me
'Cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintaining 'cuz all this gaming and famin'
from
Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain
And but I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'
6.She Said
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, Esther Marrow, James Rein, Romye Robinson,
Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Josef Zawinul
I guess everybody needs somebody to love
You can't keep love lonely
'Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that
See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back
It be'z the sex appeal that's from the next and
Not necessarily the sex and
One might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect
On how they feelin'
Stimulation breakin' down their shields for the real and
As it stands mysteriously curiosity it kills the cat and
Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in
Behind these fantasies with no action
Searchin' for a remedy now she loves her man
But there is just a different type of chemistry
That flairs when her desire's on fire
Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire
And she said
'It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight'
So I granted her wish
And she said
'It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight'
So I granted her wish
I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown
Decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down
Up on the north side of town of course I bought a quarter pound
Of bomb hemp feelin' a-ight like Johnny Kemp
On a Friday night lookin' right 'cuz my shit is tight
Blazin' blunts to city lights on sunset and crescent heights
Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free
Wit tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID
Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace
Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace
So I waste no time to kick my little
I say, 'How ya doin'', she say, 'I'm doin' fine'
So I commence to mackin' to baby to see what's crackin'
So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin'
Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben
Fibbin' and adibin' just to get her to my crib then
We was chilling on the bed bumpin' some Isley
Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me
When she said, 'Oh like that？ You know I don't get down'
I know my homies gonna clown 'cause I let her stick around when
She said
'It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight'
So I granted her wish
Now daddy's home but she's been waitin' all night so we could be
alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone
Tryin' to build something real working tips to the bone
So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin' home no time
soon
So I dance with the silhouette beneath the moon
And she said if satisfactions guaranteed nothin'
Else could come between the flight of a new love babe, yeah
Maybe we could be cool
Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools you know？
That, right now, right now, right now, right now baby
Right now, right now, right now baby
And she said
'I'll give you the world if you want
It, I'll give you the world if you need it baby
And you got to have it'
And she said
You know that she said
And she said
And she said
And she said
And she said
And she said
And 'I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it baby
I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it baby'
7.Somethin' That Means Somethin'
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, Romye Robinson, Derrick Stewart, Emandu
Wilcox, James Yancey
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Wasn't a black prophet, wasn't in it for the profit？
Had a talk with Charlie Brown, he was like yo' man get off it
It's a business
The record companies are quick to end the fantasy
You're trapped in and he tapped in my frequency
Now I'm frequently goin' over such and such ends
That such and such owes
It's later for the fly girls and hoes
'Cause in this capitalistic society, money is all
Fuck continuing college, I was too small to play ball
So I grabbed the mic device
Never thought about it twice
If you think this is a game nigga, you better think twice
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Now time is just a faze and
Life is just a riddle like
If you build a twinkie there's
A man in the middle with a
Chick on the side that's along
For the fun so I see her as a stallion
And I ride everyone, ban together
If you're in the same level
Most of us are free based
On bring rebels fightin' causes
Against the devil in the
Heart of round meadows
Either verbally or with the silhouettes
Eyes cold as dark parks or
Steel metal the world is never
Settle 'cause it rotates like
Ho cakes under glass, it's all
About ya future yet it's all
About ya past like how many
Faces did ya mold in ya mask？
Before your free at last
Eye ask, to be or not
People like ta
See ya rot and die
(See ya rot)
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I'm the F the A the T the L the I the P
And everything I say be either fat or fly
You best believe, I put in time to conceive
Deep concentration from sunrise to eve
And even in my sleep sometimes
Rhymes formulate
Free form, lyrical storms fallin'
From a cloudy brain
In my dream like state
Then I awake
To make these silly saps collapse
As I dilapidate the wack
When it comes to rhymes, I'm kind of like a Mack
I got these flows strollin' up and down the track
So the dough I stack up in piles and piles
For my lyrical creation
Travel miles and miles
To reach my destination
Been through so many trials
And many tribulations
But I do this shit, I do this shit, I do this shit
For the people of my nation
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
8.Drop
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, Romye Robinson, Derrick Stewart, Emandu
Wilcox, James Yancey
Let me freak the funk
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental state
As I invade their masquerade
They couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
For an easy out, I leave MC's with doubt
Of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding,
leading
They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
They have no key, or no clue
To the game at all, now they washed up
Hung out to dry
Standing looking stupid, wondering why
(Why man？)
It was the fame, that they tried to get
Now they walking around talking about represent
And keep it real, but I got to appeal
'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel
Rock a bye baby
Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravine
Of all things it's a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are possible
'Cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 days from now
I'll wipe the sweat from my brow
And each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my
cloud nine
From homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
And the worlds at a stand-still
Deep in broken Mansville, trapped in the moat with an anvil
Still killing yourself, and dogging ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
9.The Hustle
Lyricist：Kurt Alexander, Greg Campbell, Romye Robinson, Randy Shelton
We gotta hustle y'all
We gotta hustle
Lookin' to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize
Careful not to jeopardize on my chances
Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances
I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado
I never been one to follow
I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up
Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up
Asshole, watch cash flow
Take a downfall when your shit not on the ball
Who you gonna call？
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
First you see a flash and then you smell smoke
Schmooche cat, controllin' the whole scene
As my people choke, the hustle
I want to be down and all off into it
Like Russell Simmons, I like the women's
The hers not the him, I pass l's to my bredren
In my pocket stacks ends
But I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir
Place down your bottle
I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle
And get her overheated ready to be treated
For the schmooche cat addiction affection
To her state and being, I had her seeing triple visions
Blue mountain tops and purple valley
Wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley
Some do it illegal brothas just want more than their equal
Tryin' not to get coated up in the evil, this goes out to all my
Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Smokin' doja in the south central streets keep me noid
Till I puff bomb ET just to fill the void
And recollect the word of a vet once put me down
With be about your paper mack and watch
The folks you clown with, life's a hustle, have money, have
heart
My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part
And chasin' papes from the nine six to infin
Blazin' endo stems, sippin' yack and straight hen
Gettin' twisted out of shape like a pretzel
Comin' wit' more cross over appeal
That van exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no
Cavi stressin' to maintain self preservation up in Cali
My partners of mine are skyballin' out of control
But I ain't feelin' that part of the game so
Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes
I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time Popo and the Jakes
Would love to ship my ass to foledad or maybe foesome
But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated
Some do it illegal brothers, just want more than their equal
Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil, this goes out to all my
Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
You see back in the days crime pays
But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways
Now let me break this down
I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes
And new jackin' like Nini Brown, puttin' suckas in fear
Lettin' ya know big boy is the nigga in charge over here
I'm buying new shoes and new clothes
Give me one of them, two of these, aw fuck it
Nigga give me three of those
My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1
Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done
Then that game went astray fools droppin' dime
Catchin' time and brothas gettin' blown away
So suavecito my negrito put me with the pharcyde
Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside
Makin' papes, makin' tapes, doin' dates
All over the world in each and every state
Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin' tracks
But still got fat backs and fat stacks
Yo, Bootie Brown I guess I'm out
Paper chase hustle that's what it be about
Some do it illegal brothas just want more than their equal
Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil, this goes out to all my
Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
10.Bullshit
Lyricist：Carla Bley, Tre Hardson, Bob Marley, Romye Robinson, Derrick
Lemel Stewart, Peter Tosh, Emandu Wilcox, James Yancey
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
feeling
Let me entertain you
And Interphaze you, with the new sound
The sound is the 'Cyde' And the Phar is the 'Cyde'
And no matter who you are, you know you can't hyde
Not from the eyes of the sun
Nor the moon nor the stars
No matter who you are
So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin'
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
feeling
Time to go all the way with it
Don't just sit there and stare or play with it
'Cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds
The Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feeds
Step thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never
knew reality
Until it stood still now your far from a lie
When the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we'z
Already in the skies or outer space
Standing here on the face of this earth
To the state to the grid of my turf where my mom gave birth
To all that she loves be it small to others but
Yo, it's bigger than love
They did a cross examination of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our relations thru
translations
That's not the ticket breaking code in Heiroglyphics
Trying to get down to the specifics
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
feeling
You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that
feeling
Yo, when money talks fools are always checkin'
Depositing their two cents
Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance
That becomes a hinderance for them to rise
When you going to recognize
Time waits for no man
When you going to stand and
Get up offa that Bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
Yo, yo, now let me change the topic just a bit
Talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits
Comin' to the club looking for a star
Ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar
Scoping around looking for the best dressed
Smelling for the indo passing up the stress
Sniff sniff yo what does the iahp smell
A brotha like Suave with pockets that swell
Action was thrown the iahp was blown
Next thing you know I had her at my home
All alone object to get paid
The only thing that happened was her ass got laid
Now no end and her ass was sprung
Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung
So listen, a lesson well learned for all you club hopping ho's
It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough so
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that
feeling
...
12.Groupie Therapy
(Bootie Brown)
I was standing one of the cast of many
I would give anything to swing hand in hand
with her But it was just a blur
I couldn't blame her why give up fortune and the fame
for a nigga who can barely afford his name
So the dame kept aim at the stars
I'm often thinking about her
when I'm waitin on calls across the border
Made sure my rhymes in order cause
that moment could be near and it was
Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here
So I appear and perform international
The time came she stepped to me I thought rational
But she knew I wanted it
she walked around and flaunted it like a peacock
I knocked the Reebok Now she jock
Blowin up the Pactel and the doorbell
Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail
Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start
I let you break me off but I won't let you
break my heart
(Slim Kid3)
So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is
the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history
So watch if you will the moment some good
shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill
Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil
Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck
With ya baby or make ya my old lady
You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block
the sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n
All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep
swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's
simple so get it through ya two temples because I'm
tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho
and you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off
So step out my world and turn the light off
(Fat Lip)
She was my high school sweetheart down from start
When all I had was high hopes my health and my art
But when I got fame she became unsure
If I could still feel the same when I came off tour
I said 'for sure' cuz what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful
No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful
So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states
And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights
At the backstage gate lookin' great straight
waitin for a nigga so now I figure
'Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today'
Made a call out to L.A. to say what had to say...
Now I get back the very next week only to learn
the tables turned like a technique twelve hundred
Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out
every
night gettin blunted
And zooted with a clique of well known
reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows
Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose
By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame
Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin
her out into a hip hop freak Now I seek counseling
from a therapist twice a week
(Imani)
So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the
freak
Instantly she made another selection
because he was in the lime plus had
the money connection 'correction'
'way more paid' is why she laid and played
A charade in the game of deception
This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress
of the mattress cuz she's a wanna be mack-tress
Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics
And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them
type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused
in the lake of illusion with no values is why they're
constantly losin'
14.Moment in Time
If you're listening...
And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time...
(slim kid3)
I recall being three when sunny passed away one of the greatest
In my eyes till this very day too young to understand but
Understood the ways of good and evil life and death was in the
Breath of times fate and God only knows that kept peggy
Straight cuz in the very next year my aunt dorothy was the late,
More beautiful than the word it was like killing a mocking bird
She was so young like the new year was all you heard almost
Saw it so clear the good times that we had when my
Momma showed me pictures life wasn't so bad I got baby sat
By pat when bedie was a small guy and in our cousins eyes we
Were both small fries, jazzywazzys growing up to be a big girl
Now
Father figure understands a man might like her profile
I let sink in a while and told let 'em like ya style both you
And ebony I be damned if this short life ain't heavenly peace
And harmony family season and it goes...
And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time...
16.Devil Music
(Slim Kid3)
The way that momma raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep
Know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf
And threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep
I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most
Don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
and blows death straight through the lungs
as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb
but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the niggaz by the nuts
Ear, tongue and butts
Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up
but, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movement
and move men soon
They consume every womb who bares
beneath the stairs of their doom
Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb
Chorus： repeat 4X
Cause Everytime I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2' reels
That I don't even own
(Bootie Brown)
Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin
slowly broke into the kitchen
to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran
as I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian Joe
getting tricked out of this nation
by a silly hillbilly
who laughed as the shit happened
Everything's the same
the game continued into rappin
Deception is at an all-time high
You give a piece of your soul
to receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn
even though it is my soul that I do not even own
Chorus： repeat 4X
(FatLip)
I was po', nlack and broke
beyond a shadow of a doubt
Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out
Speakin about the time before I got signed
I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line
My big brother used to say I was an asshole
didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
of high school, why fool
wit' foolish rules and guidelines
fuck the cap and tassels
said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.
I grab the MIC one-time
Check it, 1-2, we in
freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians
Takin shit to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil
17.The E.N.D.
(chorus)
This ain't nothin but the end
So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free
The E N D The E N D The E N The E N The E N D
(Imani)
Now everyday I wake up I take out time
to give thanx that I'm still existing
Still insisting
that my people open up their eyes up
and wise up so we all can rise up
WAY ABOVE the rim of the muck
But we can't if we're stuck
In I don't give a fuck
And lost in a daze Lost in a maze
Trapped in amazement
and hard as cement is the head
And that why soon everything'll be dead
And red is the color of the blood that's spilling
And hella amounts is the totals of the killing
I'm tellin' ya is the sky is falling
But all you're worried about is sky bailing
You're failing way outta control
And you ain't doing nothing but losing ya soul
(chorus)
This ain't nothin but the end
So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free
The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D
(Kamau)
Well I suppose that time is coming to a close
I got no need for jewels cars and clothes
Need to slow my roll but can't grab control
It's unpredictable when we will go
I don't really know but it seems it's coming soon
The way that niggaz actin we headed
for our doom but we assume that we immune
to death while niggaz
drippin sweat tryin to hold their breath
but aah! they slept while the time just crept
Now they tryin to awake but it ain't much left
Sometimes I think we blind either
No hope or faith my people can't wake up
We sleepin through the day
Think it's all great but to me it really ain't
When its time to face reality we turn to a drank
or some dank then we can't think straight lets
try to make a change for its gets too late cuz
(chorus)
This ain't nothin but the end
So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free
The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D
(Imani)
Now everyday I wake up, I be rolling down the street
Bumping my beat but they try to defeat, My cause, but I'm a
rebel
So I can't pause, But all these laws (All these laws)
Why, up is where I try to keep, But shit still gets deep (deep)
how deep？, Deeper than a 6ft grave
And it's about that time I be more than a slave
(chorus)
This ain't nothin but the end
So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free
The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D
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