Zoom .......... Dr. Dre / LL Cool J

Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are) .......... Pras Michel

How Come .......... Canibus / Youssou N'Dour

Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It) .......... Method Man / KRS One / Prodigy / KAM

Holiday / 12 Scanner .......... Witchdoctor

The Chase .......... RZA

Eve Of Destruction .......... Eve

Maniac In The Brainiac .......... Mack 10 / Ice Cube

Freak Out .......... Nutta Butta

Joints & Jams .......... Black Eyed Peas

Run .......... Cappadonna

Lunatics In The Grass .......... B REAL

Kill Em Live .......... Public Enemy

Bitches Are Hustlers Too .......... D-Fyne

[Dr. Dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
*repeat 2X*

Yeah, yeah, come on

[LL Cool J]
Uh, you know you a freak
Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak
And now you're skin grinnin, gassed off the chrome rims and
twenty room mansion, I rest my Timb's in
Uhh, I feel it how ya shake it
Rings in ya belly, I can't take it
Toss up your Moet, money make it
Last week frontin, tonight butt naked
I got the flava, make em Zoom-a-zoom
The LL Cool J, [fuck it] give me room
Looked up in my eyes as I lowered the boom
Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uhh

[Dr. Dre]
All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
(Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do?
*repeat 2X*

[Dr. Dre]
Once again it's on, can't be home
The crime got me in the zone; homies blowin up the celly phone
The world knew I had to come once mo'
And just to let y'all know, I do my thing and still blow
Nuff to burn ten mill' cells, confirmed
The most anticipated since Tyson's return
So come on everybody let's all get down
Cause what we have, is a brand new sound

[LL Cool J]
All the mommies in the house gettin live tonight
They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom)

And all my dogs feel the vibe tonight
They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom)

Say what?

[Dr. Dre]
All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
(Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do?

[Dre] All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
[LL] Dre, whatchu wanna do?
[Dre] Mr. Smith, it's on you, uh

[LL Cool J]
In other words, it's gon' be like that
You young boys is blind, I'm seein them cats
Evolutionary (what?) Revolutionary and legendary
I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry
I'm like a narcotic, niggaz is microscopic
Dr. Dre and Cool J, is the topic
Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic
Them cats is blazin? I don't get it, they cosmetic
If shorty wanna step up? I'll twist his neck up
You can't get no money battling me; that's like ripping your check up
What partna? Take ten paces and turn around
That quick, yo' whole ghost town is burnin down (Woooof!)
What I spit, manipulates whole clicks
Make em conversate on how real niggaz ride my dick
It's like a serum, I just can't hear em
All them new niggaz poppin new shit, I never fear em

As we proceed
To give you what you need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Work and die
Yeah, yeah

[Dr. Dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
*repeat 3X*

Pras Michel (Prazwell) f/ Ol' Dirty Bastard, Mya - Ghetto Superstar

[ODB]
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!

Chorus: Mya

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin from afar, reachin for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh-huh
From one corner, to another, uh-huh

[Pras]
Uh, yeah, yo, yo
Some got, hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The surpreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin on this cream
Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with unlimited warranties
Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin bygones be bygones, and so on, and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin it retro-spective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the deelow

Chorus

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
One two, and you don't stop, yo
My eyes is sore, bein a senator
Behind closed doors hittin truth to the seafloor
The rich go North ignore, the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal EVERYTHING, change the law
I find myself, walkin the streets
Tryin to find what's really goin on in the streets

[Pras]
Yea, yo, yo, yo
Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that's when them cats want to play
I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you do a pas de bourree
Kick your balls like Pele, pick em doin ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, cry yellin !Ole!
Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K., to Cali
Come on

Chorus

[Pras]
Yeah... yo, yeah
Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finest is losin fast in the horse race
Two faced, gettin defaced, out like Scarface
Throw your roll money, let me put on my screwface

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Well I'm paranoid at the things I said
Wonderin what's the penalty from day to day, I'm hangin out
partyin with girls that never die, you see I was
pickin on the small fries, my campaign tellin lies
Was just spreadin my love, didn't know my love
was the one holdin the gun and the glove
But it's all good as long as it's understand
It's all together now, in the hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood

Chorus

[Pras]
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah
All Stars, yeah yeah yeah

Chorus

[ODB]
Sing it baby, sing it babyeeeeeeeeee
To another, aheoehahahahhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhh, heeeee, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yo
As the universe expands
I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man
Sometimes I wonder how come
We cant live without guns
What would of been the outcome if the South won
Think about that son
What in the hell caused the assassination of Malcolm
The federal communications commission listens to politicians in the position
to Make certain decisions like puttin minorities in prison
To decimating the population of women
It's called socialism
From the United States to the United Kingdom
Aahhkk, spit into the sky and extinguish the sun, but how come

In the future
The location is planet Earth
The time and date is 1999, December 31st
11:59 p.m., the anticipation of what I think's
about to happen got my heartbeatin
We got less than a minute left before the planet Jupiter
is united into a star
I know it sounds bizarre but it's mathematics
A specific sign for some of the planet's inhabitants
Those who understand know what I'm sayin is accurate
Our country is corrupt from the president to the cabinet
In the year 2, followed by three 0's
The space probe Galileo, will welcome us all to channel zero
but how come

[Prodigy]
Aiyyo, wordup Dunn
Man you know how I feel
Gotta be more to it than this, word up
*Doing an impression of Scarface*
This what it's all about Dunn? Uh?
Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand)
Whattup, I don't know baby
Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up
I'm tellin you right now
I know this shit though, aiyyo
Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to
absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
Take a few to give me a edge
My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type
Fully operational, my physical cream
Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine
Popped it inside the AR-15
Put it aside, round up the regime
While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
on the mission, to pull fire on your opposition
Revelation was the vision of this
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
My story goes back to them lost Pyramids
I'm seeing things that you won't believe exists
He use a Lunar-tick, suspended in time Dunn
The secondary light got your mind
You rock the fatigues subscribin to the popular guns
But are you really prepared, for the things to come?
[KRS-One]
Check it out
True underground sound from the Boogie Down
Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source
Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators
Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone
They sendin me a writer that look like he's Home Alone
Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
This has got to stop -- your whole spot
is blown sky high, battle why try?
My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
You don't understand, why you're publically banned
until you recognize the writing skills of a black man
Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin
Gossiping over who's homosexual
Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World
You can't get with me, so now in Midtown
you wanna stop and talk to me?
Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
Look I'm burnin this
[Method Man]
How many didn't want to see it happen
Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
Hate to see a brother do good through legal action
So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad
Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin
these Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion
So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, Generation Next
Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
by the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
is reality the truth, the whole truth and
nothin but the truth, taste is the proof
These niggaz want the Juice, and in the crossfire
be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot
[KAM]
What kind of party is this, it's that political kind
Where America's best, most hypocritical minds
Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime
behind suits, and clean shaves
I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
I robs the damn nation
so I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
You marryin the dirt and I'ma throw in the tux for free
I tell the people what they wanna hear
I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin
and start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
That's my style, my pol-i-tricks
Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic
in the government, Republican or Democratic
Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality
Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy

Intro:
Jiggy Male
Black Mobb Clik
The Dungeon family
Jiggy Male
Chorus:
Everyday Is A Holiday, anutha muthafuckin dollar day (x4)
Verse 1:
Check this out
Call me Dr. strange, I be in tha lab
Cause talkin on a musical style
Put it up, you get doubled for what you pay for
I got plenty skils and it chills see
As we creap thru da city AT-ail
All this shit ain't pretty, well I cock my glock back
If you hot a junkie got to tell where da rock ya set
All apartments got dope spillaz
and they servin, watchin out for 12 squealaz
And well Atlanta's goin up, Atlanta's goin down
I bring the sound and I found a betta way
Sometimes a nigga gotta do like Barbie and Ken away
Since I gotta stay
Unemployed niggaz don't pull it far
If it weren't for this music dope, I wouldn't have no job
Jiggy male
Chorus
Verse 2:
Check this out, keep all quarter cutted up
Lookin at da rocks in da sack, had his pockets from bein flat
Broke anutha choke off this dutch, I won't stop smokin bluntz
I need some french chumps,
I bring the funk with swaids of the tongue, When I say whatz up
You know where I'm from
This watch survival tear, rappin iz da way to get it off my chest
Can't let this stress bleed, rollin thru these swats again
Made many, many muthafuckin new friendz
When I was 20 dope, I gotta get this flow, doin shows
See some G'z out in queens for the fed G'z
And let the toxin ease yo pain, where all the niggaz at wit all tha
gang
See all the kings in choice of power, this iz our hour
Poppin wide, listenin to this line
Jiggy male
Chorus

Burst, better run, better run for your life!
Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo)
Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me (yo) ...
(Yo) Burst!

Put the key in the ignition friction sparks my transmission
I'm gear shiftin, fast lane switchin, tryin to ditch em
Escape, I got the briefcase full of papers
Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes
Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man
and take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan
What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck
High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up
Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire
Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire
Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode
Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode
Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers
Bust the overdrive, couldn't control the power
Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs
Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds
I couldn't see, I knew these niggaz was gainin on me
I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree
It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over
I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over
to a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER
I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters
I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck
Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh
and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left
My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull
It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off
Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off

Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi
Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me
Killer Bee, fast lamborghini
(repeat 2X)

Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction
One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me
Count to three, jumped up, I fired back
My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head
like Dig Dug, partner crashes in
with the infrared precision shots, just missin
Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled
Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow
Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window
Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball

I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi
Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof
The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain't seen me
Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini

Bobby Steels on the track, word up
Bout to escape with the tape
Word up

Eve of destruction rocks the nation
Eve of destruction rocks the nation

(scratches and beat comes in)

You niggaz capitalize on lies, surprise open your eyes
Baby girl from Illadel hear to enhance your lives
Doubted my skills, bet you mad now, shoulda snatched me up
I'm in L.A. now with Dre now
Ain't comin' back cuz I'm stuck
Had enough of all the bullshit and sellin' me dreams
Had enough of fake cats tryin' to shine off these schemes
But I'm laughin' last, down to get this cash with the Aftermath
You happy being local superstar showin' ya ass
I'm talkin' mo shit, but how you politickin' moves an'
I crept to the top, shouldn't-a let me catch you snoozin'
Me and my management team, laughin' at you while we cruisin'
Cuz we ain't got nuttin' to do none of the choices you be choosin'

CHORUS It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions (2x)

(Reggae melody) I wonder who, which one a dem a carry news
An' a gwan like set, they wan dis-dis ya crew
But the lie, other emcees dem ready die
When we grab the microphone and praise his like Selassie

Me say me walk like walk like a champion
Talk like a champion
Emcees try fi test but dem no ready fi di outcome
Guard your windows, close your doors
Fuck that, hide your pens and lock your jaws
Dig that? My verbal skills should be against the law
You wit' that? Now light a spliff for the hip-hop cause
Lemme hit that, smell the fear, you made me attack
You caused your own extermination not knowing how to act
I thought I warned you not to make me mad
You just wouldn't listen
Now you hidin' and duckin', prolongin' your hip-hop lenchin'
Talkin' shit got in too deep and huh...
Caught you niggaz sleepin' huh?
Feelin' real fucked up cuz you couldn't catch me creepin' huh?

CHORUS (2x)

You little bustas make me sick wit' the dumb shit
Spreadin' rumors like business
Can't turn my back on none a ya'll
Probably wind up in stitches
Jealous itches ya'll can't scratch, irritate your existence
Tryin' to teach your way in this race
Knowin' you can't go the distance
Runnin' up against the thoroughbred outlastin' you all
No matter how you train gon' set your self up to fall
Cuz I got stamina, I go as long as you need
Coulda seen a million bitches rhyme but you'll remember me
I be the...new choice of the rap generation
You know my name nigga, basically you my creation
Not greater than the average man but I'm top choice
Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice

CHORUS (2x) to fade out

Intro: Cube

In every game, we gotta have the brains and the muscle
The game and the hustle... to be real on these streets
So here you have it, the Brainiac
<female voice> Ice Cube
With the Maniac
<female voice> Mack 10

Mack & Cube: Yay-y-yay! X2

Verse One

Ice Cube:

While ya'll niggas think about the pap?
I think about which Titanic I'mma sink
The iceberg, with the nice words
I slice verbs and predicets, ghetto etiquette
Y'all better get, this dime-mega shit
The Braniac, the theory be conspiracy
Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty
Verbally call the Maniac and his attack dogs
Signing contracts with automatic jack clause

Mack 10:

I get full of their shit and take flight on these niggas
'Bout to show these so-called
Wig-splitters and nigg-hitters
Who the man be, and what the number one clique is
Let my nuts hang on these busts
And hoes see how big my dick is
Maniac Mack 10 always keep the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin' and ridin' is expected"
So I...

Chorus

Cube: Maniac with Brainiac, Mack 10!
Mack: You do the drivin', while I do the jackin'
Cube: Maniac with Brainiac, Mack 10!
Mack: My nigga if you plot it, best believe I got it
Mack: And it's on... feel the chrome

Verse 2

Ice Cube:

You in the Stargate, trying t'escape, it's not an option
Got torture techniques for them lies, don't ever lie
Just put the car in drive, we can go ride- get this money
Determined as the Energized Bunny, make a left
Underground parking, guns start sparkin'
ATF enemies all around start chargin'
Tryin' to fuck up my new suit and my weekend
Ask me what you want, you bitch! I ain't speakin'

Mack 10:

Shit, I gives a fuck what the next nigga think
(?) gives a fuck how much bitch you say you ain't
It's like this on mine, potna
By all means, I got the ball
So it's your life, not mine nigga, so you make the call
Now, I can blow your brains out, punk and act the fuckin' fool
Or you can hand your guns over, and let everything be cool
But know this: I won't hesitate to peel your wig back
I'm off that wet-bomb and the whole fifty yak
It's Mack the Maniac, nigga

Chorus

Verse 3

Ice Cube:

What's the plan? Everything thought out
Everything bought out, like Bill Gates
My niggas love steel weights
I'm still great, after 12 muthafuckin' years
I (?) your ass after 12 muthafuckin' beers
I act kind to my peers and everybody that listen
They know when the Brainiac's missin'
The big fish, hanging with the chicken hawk
Got all the haters, claimin' that they wanna talk

Mack 10:

You argue wit 'em and negotiate, and I really wanna kill 'em
I'm tired of the bullshit, man I really wanna peel 'em
Dog, I knew they were scareless
'Cause my brother Snoop told us
So fuck the money and the dope that they punk-ass owe us
Now when I see 'em, it ain't no question it's all the way on
But I'mma wait in front of they momma house
For that one nigga to get home
And when I gun, watch his body jump
And it's all going to amaze me
To see his own self
Layin' there with his own brains on the pavement

Chorus

Outro: Mack 10

And it's on... keep takin' 'til it's gone
And it's on... feel the wrath of the chrome
Wessiiide!
Ice Cube the Brainiac
Mack 10 the Maniac

Nutta Butta f/ Anonymous, Teddy Riley - Freak Out

Intro/Chorus: Teddy Riley

Freak Out - Maybe cos I'm a star
Just because I'm pushin fancy cars
Freak Out - Chalk up another notch
Could it be the diamonds in my watch
Freak Out - Guess what? I don't even know
You think somebody tell her I got dough
Freak Out - Whatever, only do what you feel is clear
Long as we can freak out, I don't care

Verse 1: Nutta Butta

Park my Jeep, my Landcruiser blue
Hit the spot laced up like I usually do
The way I shine is a crime, cats might wanna assume
Nuttin new, I been on the walk out here witta few
Has to wonder, Nut gotta slide with her
[BACKWARDS], check your riches, son, I concur
Hit her long from gutter loans, get her sprung from wetter tongues
Body bangin like a whole set of drums
Damn, wit time flat, spit my game
Drop a quarter by her nice thighs, "This your change?"
Who these fake-trackin field cats runnin the C?
You can take this both ways, you're comin wit me
on the real, need to feel some of that, lay wood like a lumberjack
>From the side, little hair from the back
Of course, wit protection, never ever let em leak out
Words I speak out, who's a freak out?

Chorus

Verse 2: Nutta Butta

Aiyo Nut, come here, is my vision a blur?
Y'know I ain't seen this [BACKWARDS], look at the hips on her
Shorty's mad phat, see every inch of her stack, black
Gotta act like groceries, bag that
(Word, son, take one, no, take two)
Too late, son, you know I seen her first, don't hate, son
Forget it, I spit at her to get her wit it
Like a friendly game of baseball, we all can hit it
That sounds doper, stet it, now Teddy set it off and rope her
End of the night we all get closer
Whattup mutt? See y'all might know who I am
Gotta sec, cos you need to meet the rest of the fam
Nothin I'm sellin but this is quite true, chicks like you
No tellin what [BACKWARDS] on a nut might do
You lack, no if, and's and but's
Cos when you're done, you'll know why they call me Nut

Chorus

Verse 3: Anonymous

Uhh
First of all, before you freak out the foreplay
Don't rush the lady, POP the chardonnay
Let her know the gentile manners you mental
Meanwhile she's wonderin whether the in was out
No doubt, tip your glass, let the white wine soar
It might taste so-ur to a tongue that's poor
She wanna know if I gotta girl, of course
Does the Teddy Riley have a mansion and dogs?
Keep it true, fool, so my time invested will be youthful
[BACKWARDS] puttin em up for poo poo
No need to lie when your lingo's so tragic
She could be made the mandingo and gotta have it
Two ?????, pink hearts, and blue diamonds as I stab it
You must think I'm lucky charms, silly rabbit
No tricks for the tale, that's the big cash to man
My only mission in this is kick dis a plan, freak out

Chorus (x2)

Interlude:

Time to freak, let's go get the boys
Now we reached, oh what a joy
Just come on down, to the hits, boy
Hit the spot, we're havin a ball

Chorus

Interlude

Chorus

Freak Out!!!!

Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom
CHORUS That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again (3x)
[Will I Am]
I like the way the rhythm makes me jump and move
It gots the feelin' that makes me wanna do my do
Got me feelin' joy, turn my grey sky blue
And when you hear a cut baby doll I know you
Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin' some
Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb
And they be actin' dumb from the cut that playin'
People break they neck from this demonstration
We about mass appeal, no segregation
Got Black to Asian and Caucasian sayin'...
CHORUS (2x)
[Apldap]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
A serenade, a soul and so beware
And what's happenin' here, seek one to help you
Feelin' a piece of mind, let your spine unwind
Maybe in time you can stop this crime
But until then, yo I'm-a rock a rhyme sayin'...
CHORUS (2x)
BRIDGE It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got feelin'
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)
It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
It's got groove it's got meanin'
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)
[Taboo]
Got the state's appeal with the joint's that real
I don't need no steel to make my point
Get down and dirty cuz that's my joint
Ha! We preferably make all points
Through a nation we build off the musical field
Or a visual thrill, we do what we feel
Any time or place, on stage in ya face
Over tea in Earth and outer space
[Will I Am]
Because we rock that *shit*, we flip that *shit*
Some east coast west coast cosmic *shit*
Some north bound *shit*, some some south bound *shit*
Some overseas London out of town *shit*
Rockin' the joint, rockin' the jams
Turn that shit up, play it again cuz...
CHORUS (3x)
BRIDGE (1x) to fade out

Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
at the drug site we hung tight
three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
money gets low in the street yo
tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes
you know the flavor
ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty
New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine
summertime in the court house ??? shit whats mine
two to four three to nine benatoned it what
we all ran coke grams, you outta luck
young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
we all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts
nobody drop the trees or they fronts
meet on the roof look off the front play low
watch out for po-po thats how it go
three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto
peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin the logo
run! if you ever got somethin on you son
you best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
cease another vick, weed in your piss and parol gotsta have it
slide like a rabbit move quick this is it
hang jump from the fire escape, I made it
drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fuck the bulets
I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
one twentieth tried to knock my whole click
run! these black boys that take none
don't cop out shit, take the three six and add that shit
run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun
run!... if you sell drugs to your dun
run!... be the fuck out word god run hard

Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked
in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
spys lookin at you one two lookin too
how you roll what you stole let me see you
nah fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
we gather in the plaza to jerk through
three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
first one to peel, it's not real
plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down
us against brown,run fast like you ran track
never look back push the Acc on the sidewalk
crash, toss the heat and tear ass
zig zag till you reach your stash
run!...if you sell drugs to your dun
run!...be the fuck out word to god run hard
me and the god back to back one eighty five
and the four five survive that shit
niggas came even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid
this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
don't grab my jacket dun get the fuck off, break north
or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot
you got my man shot, nigga run
we wylin on Staten Island it's one thing bein in the bing
and not smilin on the gate it's too late
fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes
the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
coolin without the I.D., it's not me
babylon to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E
Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun
Run!...be the fuck out, word to god run hard

B-Real f/ Psycho Realm - Lunatics in the Grass

Intro

Straight from the Psycho Ward
Once again

Verse One: B-Real

Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal
Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner
In the combat, the banana leaf control
A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold
You going crazy, can't understand
Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan!
Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission
You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near!
Sick-o!
Strumming through the hall, yes y'all!
Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A
They all wanna raid my spot and take hits
But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits
Insane, crazy in the head it's lead!
I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said!
Actions allowing the words to barrage in
From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell
You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost
You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost?

Chorus

Looney, lunatic turned sick
Psycho, crazy in the head, I go
Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break
You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state!

Verse Two: Jacken

For those who really don't understand
Why we, going insane, just acting crazy!
Buggin' now from, all the things I see
All tread bad and I meant in 3D
We be the psycho doers, turned killers
Only to survive all these street cop killers
I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting
Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting
It ain't no thing but mad
You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath
Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober
When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra!
The only reason why I say this
Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping
One can only maintain, for so long
'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn
Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless
Only known from crazy acts, making you famous

Verse Three: B-Real

I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel
When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill!
If the criminal element, unfolding
But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit
Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live
If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface
Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'!
I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin'
We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout
Talk about, my mental state
Think I need to rehabilitate
Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait
But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate!
Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on
The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon!
Psycho assassins smashing your membrane
Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!

Chorus X2

Verse 1: Chuck D

All I wanna do is get paid back
for all that time I spent in the back
Livin in shacks, fillin up sacks of cotton
Now it's what we fought, you're makin six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
of my soul, pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse, Supreme Court
Sweatin niggas like sports
Hunt a nigga for sport
See a nigga play sports, no support
On the outside lookin in
If that's what's up then I ain't never been in style then
Everything is anything, anything is upbeat of nothing
Once again, poisoned from the paper and pen
You better defend that bullshit on the other end
Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing
Fuck dem chicken wings
Last able man standing
Follow what? I ain't understanding
What's better to understand then be misunderstood?
Cos the FBI is up to no good
Power to the peeps who come with their own drum
And don't end up like sheep

(*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*)
*repeat x3*

Verse 2: Chuck D

Mad heads confused by the isms
Bustin caps incoginisms
Phone taps, makin sure they record ya
>From my midnight plane to Georgia, uhh
Ancient to ???? player
The life giver, the name take-awayer
Propaganda can't gasp the last man standing
Assassinate all the plannin
Get wreck, what you see is what you get
To plunder more stars than Trek
21st Century Robin Hood
I guess the politics are robbin hoods
Fuck the Government cos you know that I would
Cos the FBI is up to no good
Power to the peeps who come with their own drum
And don't end up like sheep

(*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*)
*repeat x5*

Verse 3: Chuck D

Be a bitch is a foreign crime
Engine, Engine Number 9
Engineerin monopolies, triggers and uninsured jalopy's
Catchin more lock than companies
Engineerin opinion and policies
Herd following like sheep
Following of the sheep will be sheep
based on what they heard from their peeps, uhh
Able to straddle quick beats without a battle
Politician assassinated
Rappers get shot, quote Chris Rock
"To have, to have not" is the question
Yes, them 'have nots' be robots
All the sheeps have forgot
The 'haves' keep the 'have nots' guessin
under them Smith & Wessuns

(*Kill!*) (*Kill Em Live!*)
*repeat x7*

Intro/Chorus: (x4)

Bitches are hustlers too
I thought you knew, I thought you knew

If you ain't got the grip, nigga, I can't use ya
I'll do some other motherfuckers for drugs to Honulula
I'm sendin niggas to the curb when I'm done wit em
Fuckin wit their minds cos I'm havin fun wit em
Flippin niggas for they Presidents
I'm livin like a black queen in my residence
So when ya see me out dancin
Don't even waste ya time if you're not livin in a mansion
You can call me a dreamer
But they'll be callin ya stupid when I'm drivin your beamer
I'm breakin the niggas like cookies
I'm grabbin the cash and dash without givin up my putty
I'm leavin ya fat pockets still
Penny for penny, I'm leavin ya bank account ill-ty
I'm livin large like God
Cos I'm bankin motherfuckers, for their loot is behind me
I gotta do what I gotta do
I'm lettin you know, bitches are hustlers too

Chorus (x4)

I'm takin niggas for they dividends
A bitch from the Northside is straight makin, check it in
I thought you knew Lady D was trigger happy
Juice some nigga and gank him for his cavi
Now I'm livin like Janet
Fully in control and ya ho's can't understand it
It's like the battle of the sexes
But I ain't givin up the sex til you put me in a Lexus
I know you're out for the ass, nigga
but how the fuck you figure, til you cough up the cash, nigga
Ya see I'm out to get my grip on
And if ya be at ya bar, I got some juice you can sip on
So won't you take me to your castle
And if ya sittin on them thangs, watch your ass gettin gaffled
I'm baby cute wit dimple
but be drivin a Benz or catch a slug in the temple
So don't fuck with my crew
You should know by now, nigga, bitches are hustlers too

Chorus (x4)

I got the sess and the yay-yo
Cos a sister stackin up on the motherfuckin kilos
And this bitch is all that
Straight jackin, whatever, as long as I'm lookin phat
And I'm all about my business
You're all a dime-a-dozen when it comes to dissssss, nig'
So don't try to gank, fool
Cos niggas get sprayed on the concrete too
A ki has started too cos I'm taxin
But if I drop a G, I want some sexual action
Cold maxin, coast-to coast, niggas I roast
Seduce em and juice em for the cheese and I'm ghost
It's easy for me to do a nigga
Cos when a nigga's useless, I straight fool a nigga
Cos I'm smokin suckers
They don't know that I'm an undercover hustler

Chorus (x4)