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1. |
| 3:31 | ||||
2. |
| 1:38 | ||||
3. |
| 4:13 | ||||
(feat. Akinyele And Sadat X)
[Funkmaster Flex] YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X UHHHH! [Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover! Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy [Sadat X] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! Mix tape flavor! [Sadat X] Money is the sweetest hangover! [Akinyele] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! [Sadat X] I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy Ask some kids around your neighborhood block I be seen... YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH! [Akinyele] Money is the swee... YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH! [Akinyele] Money is the swee... YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH! [Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover! Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy [Sadat X] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! Mix tape flavor! [Sadat X] I be the wild/Money is the sweetest hangover! [Akinyele] I be the wild/Aiyyo I don't wanna get over! [Sadat X] I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy Ask the kids neighbor-neighborhood block Hangin-hangin out so-so mindin-mindin the fat spots-spots Slams to Aves-Aves on the fat tip [Flex rewinds] Arms is time, with the mud for the Scud Like Mario Elli jumps out from the G line Baby won't you be mine, baby won't you be mine [Akinyele] I'm flippin up like an addict kickin realism Yes insane like Sadaam on the television Flippin fat terrorism, yo, Akinyele, this is him You probably hear my rhythms through the, tunnels of prison Listen word to the coffins of Yusef Hawkins Rappers be rappin rough talkin But I be clappin guns that be blockin To make they ass step like a WalkMan You don't, stand a chance against, Mr. Magnificent Cause ever since the days of British Walkers A sole street talker, New Yorker Wailing on your ass like like Parker Delivering rhymes/lines like Ceasearian Coming from the gut, here to cut you motherfuckers up My style as sharp as a MACHETE Shredding rappers like SPAGHETTI Your crew better jump back in the oven Cause them niggaz ain't READY To deal with crooks Even a shark could get his jaws took, from a right hook Cause I tap more Chins than the Chinese phonebooks [Sadat X] If there's a cure for being rich [Akinyele] I don't want it, I don't want it [Akinyele] Aiyyo, and if there's a cure for being broke [Sadat X] Nigga I need it, and I need it [Sadat X] Hey life to me is no Popcorn Love Better saddle up this year with two gloves Home, home to me's the range Where the deers and the chickenheads get slayed Brand Nubian could never be played, wild cowboy Cartel, Brand Nubian I love it well Put on intent to sell, but the Gods can't be large In the Nubian name, I been in the game And remain with the fame, and remained the same Hey your man's comin home from jail in a month He's the big diesel nigga, I'm the mid-size nigga If you don't want it to happen, put his pictures back Up on the wall, because I'm not the homewrecker see Kicked in the movies, with his Kool-Aid lookin thirst But they ain't makin moves cause they know honey Been drinkin in bars ridin around in cars Fried chicken never tasted so good, recipes from The Colonel's steamy chicken box Make the temperature sweat, and keep your tight skirt wet [Funkmaster Flex] 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 1 Big shout to the Flip Squad [Akinyele] So if there's a cure for being rich [Sadat X] I don't want it, I don't want it [Akinyele] Aiyyo and if there's a cure for being broke [Sadat X] Nigga I need it, and I need it [Akineyle] Aiyyo, niggaz on my dick Cause I stay dropping jewels like the incarcerated version of Slick Rick There's no question I'll, damage a professional Cause I'm a big child, in this profession Scatchin and itchin to set it, like a yeast infection Big up to agreement rappers, don't know the half Movin like moonwalkers with your backwards ass I'm too fast, for those who procrastinate Goin bananas like gorillas from the Planet of the Apes To play it safe, you punks better wear capes You can't escape, when I'm on your fire escape Hangin your ass out the window like drapes You want beef I bring steak bust your motherfucking chop It's the Ak, straight up and down, like six o'clock I'm amped like watts with a fo'-fo' that go Hit that toe and shot, cause word to Sadat X marks the spot when it's time to get hot [Sadat X] Money is the sweetest hangover! [Funkmaster Flex] You know what I'm saying, 60 Minutes of Funk [Akinyele] I said I don't wanna get over! Funkmaster Flex Mix Tape flavor, Volume 1 boy! [Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover! Big shout to my man Akinyele [Sadat X] Hey I don't wanna get over! Big shout to Sadat X, Queens style buckwild [Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover! You know how I do! [Sadat X] Hey I don't wanna get over! Big shout to my man Michelob rippin shit in Doo-Doo-Wop Projects [Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover! Boogie Down Bronx till we die yo! [Sadat X and Akinyele] I said money is the sweetest hangover! [Funkmaster Flex cuts up DJ Kool's "20 Minute workout" as the song ends] |
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4. |
| 1:42 | ||||
5. |
| 1:00 | ||||
6. |
| 1:47 | ||||
7. |
| 1:38 | ||||
8. |
| 1:58 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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9. |
| 3:31 | ||||
10. |
| 1:49 | ||||
11. |
| 2:38 | ||||
12. |
| 3:29 | ||||
13. |
| 2:45 | ||||
14. |
| 3:29 | ||||
15. |
| 3:19 | ||||
(feat. Yvette Michelle)
Oh, yeah, yeah I'm not feeling you No matter what you do No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway You know how I'm living Playa's never been my style This time you're not forgiven so Don't try to change my mind I know you want me And I know you want me bad I know you're thinkin' of me It's my turn not to care And that's why I'm not feeling you No matter what you do No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway I'm not feeling you No matter what you do No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway Let go, no flippin' out, my love I need someone to hold me near I need a man, don't try to buy my love I need someone to be right here Ah, no, no, no I know you want me And I know you want me bad I know you're thinking of me It's my turn not to care So I I'm not feeling you No matter what you do No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway I'm not feeling you No matter what you do No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway I'm not feeling you No matter what you do No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway I'm not feeling you No matter what you do No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway No matter what you say I'm leaving anyway Hey baby, yeah I'm alright, how you feeling? Come inside, yeah, come in, close the door behind you Yeah, I know, I'm home a little early from work today Yeah, you miss me baby? Yeah? I missed you too I missed you so much I followed you today Ah huh, yo son, yo son, don't raise up son, chill Sit down son I'm talking to you But I'm saying though Don't deny it, I saw you I saw you with your alcoholic secretary The one with the bad feet Walking, holding her hand Playing yourself as usual And you know you are known for playing yourself Instead of holding her hand You shoulda been putting some lotion on them crusty feet she got But anyway, I ain't gonna stress that It's all good You know your man Big Mike? Yeah, the first round draft pig, Big Mike I know you know him as Mike But I call him Big Mike Yeah, why you got your mouth open, boo, close your mouth Cuz see, he's feeling me And I am not feeling you |
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16. |
| 0:59 | ||||
17. |
| 1:58 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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18. |
| 1:15 | ||||
19. |
| 1:33 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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20. |
| 1:02 | ||||
21. |
| 1:29 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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22. |
| 1:04 | ||||
23. |
| 1:14 | ||||
24. |
| 1:16 | ||||
25. |
| 1:49 | ||||
26. |
| 1:26 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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27. |
| 3:21 | ||||
28. |
| 3:28 | ||||
29. |
| 1:59 | ||||
30. |
| 0:31 | ||||
31. |
| 2:51 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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32. |
| 3:42 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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33. |
| 1:38 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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34. |
| 1:17 | ||||
(feat. Keith Murray, Redman)
[Keith Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin Crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck that We stay with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling While my single be singling I come with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with some more [Redman] Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite [Keith Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off that kid [Redman] The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant] |
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| 1:20 | ||||
36. |
| 1:30 | ||||