So Many Ways .......... The Braxtons

I Got Somebody Else .......... Changiing Faces

Wu-Wear: the Garment Renaissance .......... RZA

Get Down For Mine .......... Real Live

I Just Can't .......... Faith Evans

Your Precious Love (f/ Erykah Badu) .......... D'Angelo

The Rap World .......... Large Professor

Queen Bitch .......... Lil' Kim

Why You Wanna Funk? .......... Spice 1

I Can't Call It .......... De La Soul

Bohemian Rhapsody .......... The Braids

High School Rock .......... KRS One

Peace, Prosperity And Paper .......... A Tribe Called Quest

Wild Side .......... Jodeci

The Ultimate (You Know the Time) .......... Artifacts

The Next Spot .......... Sadat X

Skrilla .......... Scarface

Semi-Automatic: Full Rap Metal Jacket .......... Inspectah Deck

The Good, The Bad and the Desolate .......... The Roots

C'Mon N' Ride It (the Train-Part II) (Bass Remix) .......... Quad City DJ's

So many ways I can love you
You don't know just what I'd do for you
Love you tender, love you are so cool
I can't wait to get to it baby
Show you what I'm all about, yeah

Verse 1:
I turn on some music
And dim the lights
Say everything you like to hear
And do what you like
Do all the things
You don't expect me to do
You can see how many ways
I can love you
Let me count the ways

Hook:
So many ways I can love you
(So many ways)
So many ways I can blow your mind
(I can blow your mind)
So many ways I can love you
(I can love you right)
So many ways
Show you a real time
Count the ways

I need somebody
I'll take to any extreme
To show you just what I mean
I doubt if you have ever been
With someone like me
'Cause all I want to do is make you happy

Repeat Verse 1
Repeat Hook
Repeat Verse 1

I got somebody
I got some
I got somebody
I got some
I got somebody
I got some
I got somebody, I

Was a fool to let you in
After all the things you did to me
I wasn't happy, oh
You held me open like you did
Didn't see the things I shoulda seen
Now you remind me

1 - I used to cry every night
You weren't here
Shoulda been by my side
And now it's time I'm saying that I
Am making it clear
You should be saying bye bye
Cuz I

2 - I got somebody else
The one I've waited for
He gives me loving, all that I wish for
I got somebody else
Someone who's really sure
I'm so in love
He's all that I wish for

You still hang out with your friends
Fool around and then pretend to be
Thinking about me, oh
But now I got somebody new
Who doesn't treat me like you used to do
And now he's my baby boo

Repeat 1
Repeat 2

You did me wrong
When I moved on
I was free to find someone who loved me
I made up my mind
To leave you behind
Now I got somebody else

Repeat 2

I've got somebody else
I've got somebody else
I've got somebody else
I've got somebody else

I
The one I've waited for
Someone I've waited for
Got somebody, I

I
The one I've waited for
The one I've waited for
Got somebody, I

I
The one I've waited for
Someone I've waited for
Got somebody, I

[Intro: Method Man]

Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed

[Verse One: RZA]

Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier
Or Wu say boulder head flower
You can detect the true and living God from the scorer
Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides
And this bitch advertised her breast size
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly civilized
and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
and stopped wearing Benetton
Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne
Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted
Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers
Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear

[Chorus: Method Man]

Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you waaaaaant

[Verse Two: Cappadonna]

Pele egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the London Fog casual hog
Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king
Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring
Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's
The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear
plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on
We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear

[Verse Three: Method Man]

Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Just come see me
satisfaction guaranteed baby
Just hold your own baby
and just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it goes
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics

Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it go

Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know, how low, it go

[Intro:]

Yeah son
There's mad kids up here gettin CREAM for the 9-6
(True) Yeah and I been doin this shit for a long time
Y'know? Shootin game bombs the mind
(Aight) And this is a year when mad caps get peeled
So I'ma spark this line, kick the real
(Bang em out!)

With all this chaos in the realms of the street
Ya local street thug gots ta make ends meet (True)
The average Joe is far too slow for this ghetto pro
You better know when I hit the streets I like to glow
I like to glisten and at the same time stay low
listen, motherfuck the fame, I'm persuin the dope
My steelo is abolic to a kilo
Cash is poppin, coke is cokin, fiends is coppin
Ain't that some shit, a player that's use to livin rich
is now a stick-up kid caught up in the ditch
In '94, Giuliani kicked down the door
In '95, niggas flipped to stay alive
Peelin caps while I laugh in the stash, four and a half
Remy and a glass, sparked the boom then I blast
They wanna confine me, sneak up from behind me
Bust a cap in my back and put me where they can't find me
They hate to see a young player pay (Naw, they don't wanna see that Sean)
They'd rather see him spray
But I'm like Vinny, a terminator, squeeze and let off
Usin verbs and nouns like rounds to blow ya head off
Hit nuff spots, heat nuff Glocks
If that's what it stops like Columbian blow crops
I'm out get the CREAM and ain't no doubt in my mind
Fuck this roach shit, I'm hit, I get down for mine

[Chorus:]

I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs
If we gettin money put ya hands in the air
I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs
On the regular, shakin victims with no fear
[repeat]

I hear you wanna be a player, alright son place your bets
Let's play a game of real nigga roulette
Witness a DOA as I spray the melee
Content and punctuation is compared to AK
You want a daily overdose from pure funk
I'm buckin off like Tommy 'gain but calm as a Buddhist monk
Decapitatin rappers in my trunk (what?)
I'm sick, puffin skunk, bouncin wit my click, poppin mega junk
I'm gettin dank white clouds be zig-zaggin
What's this talk about flippin ki's, c'mon you're nickel-baggin!
I'm blastin off wigs, ?? doubters believe it you see
I was packin heaters when jokers was bangin cheerleaders
Ain't nothin changed, it's still the same in the rap game
I'm known for bangin rookies out the frame
Y'all done forgot who was the pimp from the start
Sippin vintage wine eatin a'la carte
I'm phenomenal from the abdominal
Far from comical, lyrics is stickin the brains like barnicle
Never sleep, I'm bringin the drama to the streets with techniques
and rollin in fleet
Ain't nothin sweet about the streets so I'm poetically ill
I'm pure like coka and lyrics shine like Fiscelle
I got to bring it at'cha throat and you ain't showin no signs
K-Def let em know I get down for mine

[Chorus]

I get down for mine [x4]
I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs
On the regular, shakin victims with no fears

1 - I just can't help feeling the way I feel
Just let me show you this love is real
I just can't help feeling the way I feel
The things you do to me
Boy I love you

The time has come for me to show
Show that I care for your soul
No one makes me feel the way you do
And I'll never let you go

Repeat 1

You know my love for you is strong
I loved you for too long
Now it's time for you to realize
That you'll always be in my heart

2 - And I love the things you do for me
You give me so much joy
Boy, you know all I need is you
You mean the world to me
And it's plain to see
That boy I love you

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

Repeat 1

[Erykah]
Umm say baby won't you play it over for me
So I can get used to it
Yeah that's the part
[D'Angelo]
That's it
[Erykah]
Yeah that right there
I love that
[D'Angelo]
Ah this is what's coming up right here
[Erykah (D'Angelo)]
Ooh yeah yes
(Ah yeah)

[D'Angelo]
Erykah, every day there's something new
Honey, to keep me lovin' you
And with every passing minute
Ah baby, so much joy wrapped up in it

[1 - Both]
Oh, heaven must have sent you from above
Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love

[Erykah]
And I, I've got a song to sing
Telling' the world about the joy you bring, ooh
And you gave me, you gave me a reason for livin'
And ooh, you taught me, you taught me the meaning of giving

[Repeat 1]

[D'Angelo]
Oh, to find a love like ours is rare these days
Cause you've shown me happiness means in so many ways
[Erykah]
I look in the mirror, and I'm glad to see
Laughter in the eyes where tears used to be

[D'Angelo]
What you've given me I could never return, yeah
'Cause there's so much, girl, I have yet to learn
[Erykah]
And I just wanna I just wanna show my appreciation
Cause when I found you, I found a new inspiration

[Repeat 1 till end]

[Pete Rock Intro:]
"Can you hear me say it?" Everybody in the rap world today. Pull up a chair
and parlay (word up). It's Extra P and Pete Rock (yeah) we got something to
say (what?). Comin' at cha with the rapture (you know) for the nine double
trey (c'mon) how we do e'ryday (knowhatI'msayin'?), Bust the flava. "Can
you hear me say it?"

[Pete Rock:]
I represent from the east coast bringing the ruckus
Styles lost so from the mic you get tossed
Penetrating through your soul son taking drastic measures
Striving for buring treasures living life forever
However the Soul Brother still doing his thing
Bout to get you wide open off the songs that we sing
You fiend from Mt. Vernon to Queens the Extra P
About to set up shop and drop his next degree nigga

[Large Professor (Extra P):]
Yo, I brake it down unto the very last morsel
Make you shake your torso
Also
To bring in the light to what's dark like a nark on a drug bust
Niggas know the deal when I thrust
Over the track ain't actin' masquerade and get sprayed
By the automatic
Rhyme addict that gets dramatic
When the beast is ill you know the real really will
C'mon kid listen how we swing it like a krill

[Hook:]
"In the world" We got drugs and crime
"In the world" We got snitch droppin' dime
"In the world" We got money and clothes
"In the world" You got friends and foes
"In the world" Theres projects and tecs
"In the world" Kid who knows what's next
"In the world" You got love and hate
"In the world" We got money to make

[Large Professor (Extra P):]
C'mon the loaded Sp's the ensemble
Pete Rock together with Large the bomb combo
We raise the stakes on flakes and rock the show
Flipmaster mania son we got to go to the top and won't stop
Flop or fold wheather cop a gold or plat
They hit the map
In every section tag team connection wide
Gettin' hot on each track we glide

[Pete Rock:]
Yo the beat got me twisted rhymes are too delicious (huh)
You look suspicious you wanna bite but can't grip it
Recognize the flav as we lay it on wax
Crime dogs of the funk and never Fakin' no Jax
But for the record look on your face you see rejection
It's hard to believe I liquidated every section
Let's Get It On like Smif 'N' Wessun
Or don't even look in my direction

[Hook]

[Pete Rock:]
We throw blows to the dome like Mike Tyson
Suspend your rap license
Kid bring on the cake plus the icing
Raw deal to all my niggas who keep it real
One love we fittin' like a hand in glove
(Yo shit is drug son) Even hardcore for the thugs
From east to west it's time to rise up above
And build so blacks can chill I make cash at will
The rap world is how I eat my meals

[Large Professor (Extra P):]
So here's the jist it's the high top crisp
Funk dons
Comin' through to knock out Nas
In this orderly fashion
Straight up to fuck flashin' (what?)
My capability to bring the uncut action
To any set be the Queens lounge vet
Large so dodge a camouflage cause you're pet
Competition is no I got the glow so yo
I'm truely in the world to stay the Large Pro

[Hook]

If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch
Murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease free bitch
Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?
Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta
nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons
Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em
Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch

Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin
Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin
In the tunnel in Eso's
Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
you think you greater, uh
(You niggaz got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch)
Check my pitch, or send it persona
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales
Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team
Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin my rolex rich
Shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch

[Intro: (some dred woman)]

Dere's no time for dem future
Come short wit me 9 milimeter
Body beater, doesn't pick up
Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh
[repeat]

[Verse 1: Spice 1, E-40]

Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don't
think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate
Just a down ass nigga that you think you know
But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow
So pull that motherfucker out and you'll be buried somewhere
S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas' worst nightmare
I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past
and I'm tellin you if you fuck with me it's a slug for your ass

Ain't no more pilin up your faeces
cos niggas be actin like bitches
Pull a strap and don't use it, nigga that ain't smart
I know some niggas that'll take that kind of shit to heart
like me, bring it back e'rybody die
Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July
Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf
even though I'd rather do the shit by myself

[Chorus:]

Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance
Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah
Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants
when you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no

[Verse 2: D-Shot, B-Legit, Suga-T]

Things are kinda cruel on the streets
Shit, ain't nobody really tried to fake me
But it seems nobody wants to fuck with me
Why is that? I had no son enemies
I got rid of every last motherfucker
for the simple fact I can't trust a
Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit
You come my way so ya have to die bitch

I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead
beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin
wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel
Chances get narrow when I'm maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this
Enemy provider, fool I'm a ridah wit a driver
Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva
Neither you or crew that you pumpin
wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin

Flow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9
Paper chasin, I'm heavy on the mine
Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty
Hoes by the dozens they really can't stand me
Swing my way you get your dome sprayed
?? fucked around and became my best friend
Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy!"
like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: E-40, Spice 1]

Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named
*?"Xena spokes and vogues"?*
Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes
Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose
Graveyard don't track, nigga might as well
Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el
Late night, greedy gut, major clientel
Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will

Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I
love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by
Reach out, reach out and touch a motherfucker
with my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth
When I fill your ass to the rim like brim
I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them
How could you play me like a bitch, I ain't no sucker
I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs motherfucker

[Chorus]

Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants
when you know that you ain't gon' shoot
[repeat]

[Intro:]
Yeah yo

[Hook:]
To all my thrillas on the east (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas on the west (I can't call it) "Hello" - [scratched]
To all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it)
You're bearing witness to the best (I can't call it) "Hello"- [scratched]

[Pos:]
Now other kids tried to be pros
Well I'm protein
And real live inserted inside rap and soul fiends
There's a million MC's in the world tonight
Who's not gettin' down cause they know them Stakes got High
And them Stakes got High cause yo that's how it is man
I'll take the Markie up outta the Biz
Just to hang up place the name onto headline
"Appearing live De La Soul" first up to shine
It be me
While I arose from the shores from Long Isle
While little girls sport swollen stomachs like they in style
While their man hairline recedes cause they fashion from dust
That's why we all lust to live and ah live to lust
(I send a scream to my nigga Busta Bust)
Down down will be some intricate word play comin' around
I'm not gay but I'm quick to say Mase is my man
We done rocked from NY to Osocka Japan
(From Osocka Japan) I land back in NY
So don't test the world travelers we off to apply
Cash the check cuase we knows the D
Peace to all them MC's who got a child and record companies to feed

[Hook:]
So all my thrillas over seas (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas makin' G's (I can't call it) "Hello"- [scratched]

[Maseo:]
(First tell 'em your name)
Introducing doctor Oman to your section
(And what you come here for?)
To say these rhymes in your direction
See your selection keep me frownin' crown you niggas (true dat)
Shared a bottle with my crew and takin' swiggas (who dat?)
Ain't no need to said no names we just revealin'
That my family keeps on top like a ceiling
Dealin' like a gamble ain't no ramble or roast
(I heard you showerin' shit from coast to coast)
So how you call it when you niggas alcohol it?
I be calm in the corner soothing stress like a sauna
Gonna (gonna) take my time (my time)
To raise my (Hey Young World)
Inspired by Rick and Vance Wright
Trying not to boogie with the devil take my lessons just to keep my dance
tight
Phatter (fatter) than a waist 55 on the mic
And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like
And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like
Self expression makes it health for self aiight [x3]

[Hook:]
To all my thrillas in the north (I can't call it)
To all my thrillas down south (I can't call it)
And all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it)
We about to be the hell out (I can't call it) "hello" - [scratched]
"I really had a ball" - [scratched]

Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

Chorus:
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
I Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Ooooooooh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, just gotta get right outta here.(Pause)
ooooooooh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, just gotta get right outta here.

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the wind blows.(softly)

Wake up your mind black people, it's ill
Superior people use superior skill
We can defeat any congressional bill at will
The hip-hop nation will prevail
all problems in society with inner city philosophy
The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt
Executed properly
I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately
three single syllable words per second
like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it
Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it
Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind
With constant conscience lyrical rhyme
At the end of time, I'll be in my prime
Read the sign, men, rhymin
like an oratorical shymin
I look still but I'm climbin
Newsflash here's the latest findin
Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart
Hip-hop displays art
The highest level of mental expression, play your part

[Hook:]

I'm the intelligent wise on the mic [x3]
Everybody knows

All these motherfuckers tryin to be large
with their two car garage just like El DeBarge
It's played out, fadin out, over
Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier!
I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator
Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour
Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin
Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin
with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin
linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin
But I'm already in 1999
feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind
Rewind cos I got a little bit of time
Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine
I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity
positivity, purger of sensibility
to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility
O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity
I rock way hard you can't get wit me
or go wit me or float wit me
Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry
Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme
It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time
forget tryin ta get mine
I went from the park with my arc in the dark
A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart
Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way
If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today
Run away, run away, run away....little boy
Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys
Noise is what I hear
when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere
The blast master's here!

[Hook (x2)]

Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended
I see my schedule it's open-ended
I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner
What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner?
Now the teacher you retrudge
Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper
You'll get railed like the sleeper
No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style
that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile
you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild
This *?sins?* recommend ya and because you're not fertile
or fertile [pronounced "fertil"]
Your reflex's slow like a turtle
Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals
Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst
I verse, I burst sua
Into a million children
in Tiananmen buildings
Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling
Enough of this reteric let's start building

[Chorus:]

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum
[repeat 2X]

[Verse One: Q-Tip]

We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis
Y'all can be my witnesses
That a fella fascination with money has grown
To the point that he will shit on his own
We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic
A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic
But the money doesnt come automatic
Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it
We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion
Some cats go about it with too much passion
We got to mediate our greedy levels
Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil
Gotta recognize it, realize the power
that this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour
Man can be greater than the thing he creates
See, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can scrape
Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt
But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount
That the Sesame Street Dracula cant Count
So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts
To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm MC-ing
I hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word)
But the only way we can truly reach that goal
Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls
It's like that

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Phife]

Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finest
Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it
Come on son, never leave your mic round me
True MC for real ask my man Shaheed
Strictly focused on what Im in this rap game for
Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore
With all that AIDS stuff going round
Tell me how that sound
Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound
Now, dont get me wrong I love honeys galore
But see hip-hop's my bread butter
Cause that's what I get paid for
See this is what I wanted
Allah helped me to get it
And if the beat is wicked
You know Malik will rip it
From the bottom of my heart
Thats where the love starts
The love for breakdancing
My love for the art
And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul
A real MC, who never sweats how many copies are sold
Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras
But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya
Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way
From Bambaata down to Shah; that be my DJ
With out my peeps I dont know how the hell Id make it, word
Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb
One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help
Believing in me when I didnt believe in my own self
The Abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunes
Kid Hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon
I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter
Big Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahada
Out

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Transmitting live via satellite
(uh, yeah... who we be) hah
The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and)
to the three's, to the four's, to the five's, uhh

[Intro/Chorus:]

You know the time when we rock the spot
Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props
You know the time when we rock the shit
Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate

[Verse One: El Da Sensai, Tame One]

We bring forth the swords in rap sports
Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine
Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it
to the table able now it's stable on the disc

The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm Monie (E.T.)
Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check
Collect no checks (huh) but catch wreck on sets
(Deuce deuce nigga! What? L.O.D. too)
Deuce deuce is loose PPP represent see
Def Squad, Boom Skwad, and Artifacts make three
like Dennis Scott droppin one for the wisdom
Cause when I gets em, I'll be fuckin up they system
or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist
priceless, ice-diss and never see another Christmas

You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz
Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still)
The cat, darer with the terror off hands (hah!)
Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands)
Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance
subject's the basement, MC's be patient
Cause all that Russian/rushin save that shit for the dressing
(Word up) BS we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[Verse Two: Tame One]

Test me, the best be, checkin for my recipes (mmm)
Mess with me and I'll be drainin all your fuckin energy (boo-yaa!)
Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga)
I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!)
But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot
got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka)
Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox
I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue
The issue got a barcode on funkmode
So now I pack a trunkload of skunk, for the underground chumps
(Hoo-wee!) Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed em?
Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru
to Manhattan (Manhattan) satin and silk, kill the best built
I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood
Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits
or bust a pimp, cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp
Tame One the Jesus and the Judas
Cause when I hit the buddhas, my problem's manifest is deep-rooted
(yeah, that's it, wordup)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[Verse Three: El Da Sensai]

MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so
magnificent sufficient all that tall facts
from the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest
Best put to rest acts that's less
Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure
Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin they lives up
Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style (whassup)
tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit (That's Them, huh)
(Yeah, all up in your shit)
For all reasons, number one you're sleepin
Speakin like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin
(Praise the Lord) Seekin on the deep end, sinkin while I'm thinkin
of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin (hah!)
The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique
complete batter, astoundin feats yo it don't matter
(Don't matter) Capi-talize, while I'm, categorized
The G-L to the Tame to the O-N-E

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

[Hook:]
To the next spot on to the next spot on to the next on to the next (x4)

[Grand Puba Intro:]
Yeah. Sadatty X. Grand Puba baby. ? up in here. Huh

[Grand Puba:]
Ay to my brother Big Dat show me what cha got

[Sadat X:]
Grand Puba Maxwell only time will tell

[Grand Puba:]
Time to put it all down and spread it around

[Sadat X:]
Now that the weather's warm lets release the storm

[Grand Puba:]
Ay my MC thesis leave MCs in pieces like Rieces
Controling chickens with telekinesis

[Sadat X:]
I shake the high school class way pass through the text book
Will be the next hook check the home row

[Grand Puba:]
I hit a flow that's oddly cause I be Godly
Grand Puba comin' with that garbage not hardly

[Sadat X:]
In the land of the wild we maintain our style
We play low, pickup the tab and go

[Grand Puba:]
Hey we move swiftly like the second hand on a Rolex
And move in the curve when it's time to cash the big checks

[Sadat X:]
There's a million ways to live on this thing called a planet
I'm a live everyday I ain't takin' nothing for granted
As long as I can stand it or at least that's how I planned it
Live well, be on catch the sunshine

[Hook]

[Grand Puba talking:]
Huh Sadatty X. We keep it moving. Yeah, Grand Puba baby. What?

[Sadat X:]
From the island beaches to the high school teachers
Dancehalls and malls others graffitti on the wall
I'll be here till three till the old bell rings
Give me a minute to chill and I'll collect my things
The word around town is that I took the crown
Best in the world pound for pound
Been around this place and I will astound
So c'mon everybody let's all get down

[Grand Puba:]
Ay I ain't mad at this game it's been good to me
I get Tommy free I get Nike free
I got 19 inch chromes on my 8 50
I got three different cribs no tellin' where I be
See, I don't like to brag but I'm good at this rhyme thing
Gun sling no drug things no matter what they hygene
My level on conscious make some sound like nonsence
It me, Sadat puttin' it to ya live

[Hook]

[Grand Puba talking:]
Yeah lay up stay up. No dills new yills.
All the way across the world and
we go like this.

[Sadat X:]
I make you party all night like when your mom work the night shift
And you had company, a female body
Now I ain't sayin' nothin' that ain't been said before
With my hands in the source as I'm make ya a big boss
I seen the kid floss for one long night
And get bail outta sight and can't handle it
But he fronted when the dinner was candle lit
Ain't no steaks for these frontin' fakes

[Grand Puba:]
Ay third verse final chapter
Mad three smoke I'm after
But there's still one main factor
Time to spread some love and laughter
I'm civilized so I have to deal with Actual Facts
No matter where yo at it's still considered black on black
Rather see you with a dime havin' a good time to my rhyme
Sadat's rhyme and everything'll be fine

[Hook]

[Intro:]

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa

[Verse 1: Facemob]

Thinkin bout money, money, money, plottin how to get me some
(The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow, really doe
I kid you not, I'm real with dis
Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this
If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie
Well show me big skrill and I will get live

Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way
Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday)

It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you
break you, if it's really real then I'll take you
Shake you for the dollar bill let's see
You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete)

[Chorus:]

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad
Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker)

[Verse 2: Scarface, Facemob]

It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game
How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change, nigga?
(Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all
(Money makes the world go round) (*My God*)
Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein
as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin
of a worldwide national? Big money gripper
Baller, called a, million dollar nigga
(uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?)

Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news
And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe
Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do?
Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you
want to? Would do exactly what you did do
Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu
So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin)
To make money money money, make money money money (yeah)
Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga
Take money money money, take money money money
So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob

Check it
Now one, two, three to the fo', like
rippin million dollars in my hand, tight
Facemob rule number one thing (what?)
Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain
Us both, have got to keep the skrill between
us fo', as we proceed to make mo'

Really doe, from town to town we puts it down
As I, hold it down, game tight, right

Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me
To find out that it was your money (money)
that I spent and now girl, it's all gone
(It's what?) It's all gone

It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags
of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man
Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get
this shit right now so I can hop on the lot
And we about to come up as we put the shit down
Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine
If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck
Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!!
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
Scam my wife when I'm not home
Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat
Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped)

Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper
And most importantly you keep your mind on papin
And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time
but you can't take your pieces outta mine
Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign
I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin
Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's
Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin

[Chorus:]

Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes
Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls

Yo, yo...

[Chorus: U-God]

You can't hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
You can't hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic

[Verse One: U-God]

I make mean lean when I pump my spunk
and hands of chump, of machine gun funk
I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
With rigormor', I hit you in the core and
pop your legs well in the figure four
You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin
extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman
Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune
Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea
A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
Deep depths makes rappers salted
Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in
Lay down them lines with them hard hits
And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments
Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds
Underground railroad RZA track lay it down
I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went
It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled
Five-star general, scars you want to angle
Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin
Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse Two: Inspector Deck]

Yo
I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes
MC's are shot down long range with sniper aim
No question marks, the session starts with sparks
My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts
Universal soldier, MO's the holder
globe in both hands, born to be sole controller
Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash
Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph
Best-seller compose a rough draft
Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass
Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse
You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps
Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless
Hard targets, underground like black markets
Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura
Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border
Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all
Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I'm AWOL

[Chorus 1.5X]

[Verse Three: Street Thug]

Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song
You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums
P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless
Felony offenders catchin murder one charges
Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators
I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y.
It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
I be all you need to rock these mic devices
Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger
High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing
Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
On your facilities, the penalty, DOA
Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay
Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped
As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map
I show loyalty, to my fans fully
Operational raps, that bust through your skully
I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun
From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue
Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker
Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of

[Shanky Don Intro:]
Now this one is dedicated to the good the bad and the desolated. And The
Roots crew you know them lyrically orientated program you lose in life
instantly ? we're like acid we burn you. Watch a rude bwoy now.

[Black Thought:]
Yo you should see some of these cats that vocalize
They get props from they local guys and try to raise
Speaching through the mic like "Yo I apologize"
They blind and wasn't as wise and fail to realize the com-
Plectual sexual side of the rhyme
When I make love to the mic the crowd respond
Your promoter love the vocal over dub when I control the club
So throw your hands up in the air show your love
We waste not the bangingest beats but make use
The Roots get you open like parachutes
Yo who in the house only deal with hip hop that's authentic?
Back to renovate your state of mind for a minute
It's I, Bad Lieutenant represent fine lye
Delphia empire fifth dynasty
Your third eye couldn't wait for you to relate to what I activate
While the fake spectate
I'm less then immpressive for beyond stressin'
And battle as a reveloutionary adolescent
But now in the present with fake masters of ceremonies yo that's phoney
You'll get capped with colonial force that of a cannon
Examinin the compact disc to start rammin'
To put the diagram in effect and get fly
On immature MC's who try
Wake 'em up outta they High School High

[Shakny Don:]
Yo bumbading bumdadabedang
The Roots crew boy we mash things again
Bumbading ripapadededang The Roots crew bwoy we runnin' back again
Bumbading dumdadadedang The Roots boy dem run the island
Bumbading ripadededang look ? I mash up the scene

[Malik B (M-illa-tant):]
I blast off the roof to prove she lay in there blazed
Enslaved by the soundwaves as the skills amaze
Insight skin type annalitic cause I live it
My ? brow pivot over your style like "give it"
The lyricism I'm contemplatinng your neighborhood or legion
Brutalize your section stalk your whole region
When you blink it's hell then you drink Sifendale
You wonder what's goin' inside of my thinkin' cells
We bomb like militias I'm trying to stack riches
Look first comes the money the power then the (?)
They all will bring you down but I Milliant the sound
With a bargaid of pirate raps that's running through your town
Surrounded by a wise dome my ledge knows horizons
I keep at a distance confused and feel cyclones
You know I'm trying to make it because I probably take it
Hustlin' stickin' pickin' it or scrape it
Tracks appeal that's why I'm trying to mack a mil
I stay sedated worth a Zantac that's a pill
It gets hectic that's why niggas try to exit
Stress relates to those who walk around protected

[Shanky Don:]
Yo bumbading ripadingdedingdedang
The Roots crew man dem mash up the scene
Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man is running back again
Bumbading ripadingdedingdedang
The Roots crew man them come back again
Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run the islang

[Dice Raw:]
Naw nigga what's up then? Thanks for the man outroduction
Go ask your girl inside my world is the duction
No frontin' finger on the button of destruction
Play nice like entice and keep your styles on the hush and
Step inside the illafifth dungeon
Where it smells of pungent
The underwater the brotherly lovin'
Where crabs get knocked out respect from
Brought back to the lab were the scientist will dissect 'em
The old heads sniffin' start bitchin' when we testin'
Interupting my class when my class is in session
Was when I manifestin' or come to teach a lesson
What's inside of my dome I'll have all you clones guessin'
Lets begin as the color gets tossed in with the pen
It feels good that's when you know it's a sin
Everytime I rhyme I might get charged for murder
Slicing your back with rap turn a brain into burger
Lyrically I shot with radioactive waves
Like Kolby and Big Kev on fridays
Your styles older than dolo we on the top of ?
Claim to gettin' over but you ain't makin' quota

[Shanky Don:]
Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they mash up the lane
Bumbading bumdadadedang this a poor rap boy you might not see again
Bumbading bumdadadedang The Roots crew man they run things again
Bumbading bumdadadedang Rufugee Camp step on thee scene
Bumdading bumdadadedang

[Intro/Chorus:]
Woo-woo, Yeah Yeah, Woo-woo, It's about that time
Woo-woo, You better pack your bags cause this cd about to ride out now

Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, Yeah baby
Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, Come on now
Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo
Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, One time
Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo
Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, Come on now
Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo
Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, Here we go now!

[Verse 1:]
Quad City Train comin down the street (Woo-woo, Yeah Yeah)
Stereo loud got you bumpin to the beat (Woo-woo, Come on now)
So put on your pumps and your daisy dukes (Woo-woo)
Pick up the phone and go gather your whole crew (Woo-woo)
Like Renee (Uh!), Monique (Uh!), Tina, Michelle (Woo-woo)
And them big booty girls with the weave on the tail (Woo-woo, Yeah baby)
Come on, get ready, cause we callin your name (Woo-woo)
Pack your bag and don't you miss that Quad City train (Woo-woo)

[Bridge 1:]
Quad City DJ, Come on now, Quad City DJ, One time
Quad City, Qu-Qu-Quad City, Qu-Quad City DJ, Yeah one time (Woo-woo)
Quad City DJ, Come on now, Woo-woo, Quad City DJ, One time, Woo-woo
Quad City, Qu-Qu-, Woo-woo, Quad City, Qu-Quad City DJ, Woo-woo
Yeah, baby!

[Verse 2:]
Way deep down south, yo we play this game
It's them Quad City DJ's and yo, we call it the train
So, if you wanna ride the thing
Just come on down the train
We goin around
Ooh lord, just jump onboard, baby
So, get your next of kin, Come on!, your sister, and your friend, Uh!
Pack up that Choo-Choo!, ride on this Choo-Choo
And boo, you need to stop thinking and come on with me
I wanna take you home with me to be alone with me
And I can see you wanna hide it, Come on!, just divide it, yeah baby!
And please don't knock it (Knock it!), until you ride it (Ride it!)
Michelle, Tamika, and Tonya wanna ride this train, ride out now!

[Bridge 2:]
Daddy daddy, can I go? I wanna ride the train (Woo-woo)
Yeah, baby, you can go, if there ain't no shame in your game (Woo-woo)
But you better watch your back, cause I heard people say (Woo-woo)
That you can't walk when you ride the train with the Quad City DJ's (Woo-woo)

Attention all ticketed passengers:
The Quad City train is getting ready to ride. (Woo-woo)
Just, ah, move your body to the,
Woo-woo, funky sound cause the, Woo-woo
Party train, Woo-woo, is coming, to your town, Woo-woo, so, ah
Pack your bags, Woo-woo, and, ah, wait by the tracks as I, Woo-woo
Once we leave, Woo-woo, ain't no turnin back, Woo-woo
So, ah, for all you ladies, Woo-woo, get yo daisy dukes and, Woo-woo
All the fellas, Woo-woo, get that, gin and juice, Woo-woo
Cause, uh, we bring the dip baby, Woo-woo
Come take a trip baby, Woo-woo
From Alizay, Woo-woo, Jay be, Woo-woo
Jay be on the way come on and ride that thang, baby

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Yeah, baby, it's Jay-Ski
You wanna ride with me?
Okay, go pack your bags, get ready, and when I call your town
Move your arms up and down and make that choo-choo sound, like this
Jacksonville go Woo-woo
O-Town wanna Woo-woo, yeah baby
Tampa wanna Woo-woo
Hotlanta wanna Woo-woo
Chi-town wanna Woo-woo
The Carolina's wanna Woo-woo
L.A. wanna Woo-woo
Dallas wanna Woo-woo
Frisco wanna Woo-woo
Houston gonna Woo-woo
New cd Woo-woo