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BACKDRAFT! We ain't tryin to make you cats laugh
So talk that, we stack cash (BLAST) how long will rap last if it only had corny MC's Arsonists settin fires three-sixty degrees, BACKDRAFT! Who wanna start a trend, when it shouldn't even be a trend to be reckoned with, I think too many MC's are forgettin I gather your whole crew, pull your pupils out your nostrils Bad, raise my staff like witchcraft, takin em out for talkin back BACKDRAFT! My arch enemies I'm fire fightin So if you think of takin us out your lucky ? expire you may retire MC's get passed out like flyers, more dope rhymes than Scarface got coke lines You couldn't jerk me if you soaked mine You get broke nine, in ten different ways, start at your armpiece Then we continue Plus I won't stop til your whole frame is deceased Aiyyo man all your firestations cause these rappers burn through molecules It's possible rockin you from your pores to your follicles Droppin true skills (WORLDWIDE) We rip it unrestricted, my ends terrific Label this here, a pyroglyphic Got you addicted now you wanna get (high) but you ain't takin flight And since you're out, sleepin, sweet dreams, cause we be breakin night Creatin tight songs One style, is never necessary I'm magnificent, better word, would be extrodinary We toured through every fort and many thought we couldn't motivate So hold your weight, ain't nuttin personal, it's just your flow we hate Four-five, ? off, like inferanl Damn it's he that makes the minimals that's now bein depleted How you sounded is repeated, witcha ? rap that flows to see the rhymin as the planet soul of providence.. So what so MC's know that I go nuts cause I bring hernia pain Female MC's always treat me like a vericose vein Cause they don't want it Plain and simple I break it down like enzymes and still got lyrical microbiologists decodin my rhymes DNA structure Flucuate, great dictation with them cross and fadin's and them Krylon illustrations We'll head out, it's amazin what be comin out the projects like suburban families, cleanin out they hallway closets Deposit right into sockets of wannabe model prophets And I curse if you don't jock it, I'm stop you doo doo poppin You floppin you coppin please, ease up to be the sharpest Got you suckers on deez, external my ? is slobbin BACKDRAFT! Burning all those, who wannabe copycatters That's right Trying to score runs on a slam, but they sloppy batters Your rhyme bein chopped ? when you're surrounded by lyricists I keep my flow difficult, so they're puzzled, when they be hearin this I rock it now, so reminisce later, check your data then skate a search around the world like the equator So get your BluBlocker my knocka, the sun is here to shine Swingin a Bat-man, and Rob-in those that are fine BACKDRAFT! Engine engine number seventeen Mic the gasoline to pass the team and lead us to the finish line On a domination tip, cause you tried livin mine Give it time When you get sprayed with muderous rhymes I burn the world Like rims on cars, rooftoppin with Tupac My havoc jam traffic leavin thoughts gridlocked, for two blocks For twenty-two blocks, stomp a mile in those shoes I step in walkin on lava, and STILL runnin through crews Bashin crews and fools Get summoned to hear my sermon Servin love slaves, til the mind blur flutter flows, the giz be squirtin merchants with the force of my mathematics advatange Too drastic, it's flowin enormous like the ? BACKDRAFT! MC's try to mess with deez Talk they yack around my farm and shakin up my trees Human please, I sneeze on your props and cheese It's the dirty rat's trap with raps that ease Pussycats leave! With coordination like masturbation Givin birth to styles and flows, with artificial insemination Crew penetration, I make you climax You see me, comin in 3-D, like you in Imax Now this be rated PG, for Perfect Grammar I be sentencin Street speakin, incredible heat-seakin Disintegratin rap groups in high priced attired (AHH) Extinguisher, fireman now puttin out the fire We takes it higher BACKDRAFT! |
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phone ringing....
little girl:Monkey, where you at monkey?? [Chorus] And what, rappers wanna bring it to me Oh, you the nicest M.C. (so so so so so) And what, yeah we known to blow up the spot Pyromaniax burning, blazing hot Why would you wanna challenge a guy like me, if you not clever (come on) Dirtier than prostitutes sweating in hot weather Load the spot better, than you ever will in your life Wanna kill and get trife, go ahead i'm just gone chill with your wife The only one that'll get you in a cyph and flex style So the next child that try to front then, I'ma pull your x-files That been, hidden for years, and released when i came Mics burn when i flame, forever remain with my name Deliver high pain like migraine headaches and all You got the nerve to stand before me, pretend you were bald Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord You's a fisher price king only eligible to battle Saddle ???? Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master tackle Buck forty nine plus tax to the max, corrision shample Atista Gamble, don't tangle with hard to handle Beats lyrical warfare up the river paddle your tackle Gotta a neon shadow, but still confusing like a pharoah ????split through travels i unravel [Chorus] Now has led you would have it, my microphone grab habit Excels over the plab attics, have 'em like (dag nam it) They pissed off, like missing the toilet They plans are foiled, like there wrapped in tin paper Burned like skin scrapper, the top kid i'll take ya I'm type nice, so think twice, before you hold the device Lyrics shot are precise, had you blind like three mice Me shise, must of had me mistaken for the wrong stick That kids cut short, I'm the one with the long cord and the track one i smack one rhyme at a time like kids acting up Wild like the fight in a club, heads is backing up In the meantime, disinfect your filth club, filled with clean rhyme Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't big enough for the both of us No chance of redemption like broken trust Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three liter bottle Rap and let it go flat Off duty officers in brooklyn better go strap... Don't knock me 'cause you can't rock me Lyrically i'm cocky, you sloppy, refer to me as copy Malaki, of your style, i make a mockery of, 'cause you choppy You should specialize in copies like kinkos Don't ass think yo, you beat me (hahahahaha) i don't think so Not even mulitiplied by cinco, you blink bro Now catch your career going down the sink yo My hits rock you dicks nots so run and get cops I rip shops and flip hot fat like hitchcock Outta space i roll with spock, lyrically kill herbs, When i spill verbs, direct actors like speilberg, Run with ill hearse (son whose the arsonists) hit me off yo I slice nerds and melt icebergs in the north pole You soft so, really awful, i rock the grand flow You need magic like Orlando, or must be rambo, multiplied by commando Tell your whole crew, i told you i wreck those too Make you vocal, i'm express you local, call and sick, you saw my click Your chances are steal it and straws and sticks [Chorus] |
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Freestyle
I suggest you keep your distance my death blow's inevitable, And your susceptible to physical injury this music industry Is full of shit that's why I'm flipping, dipping and diving Phoney executives to keep my wins consecutive We also got a lot of actors who claim they bring the drama The only I'm getting laid out is with your mama, commas Couldn't stop me, semi-colons and hyphens When I freestyle two-hundred words a minute, shit speed typing, I'm hyping And I see the light at the end of the tunnel like one in the chamber Ready to penetrate a stranger, I love the smell of danger, Hearing the word Arsonist ain't hard to figure yet Got to stop smoking Emcees somebody pass me the nicorette *ladies and gentleman* Swel Put your hands together we about to bust your melon, Crossing the map with shows, our vinyl's top selling, So stop telling your tales your acting got no character, Need more practice? nah, you need more stamina The man with the intense spout, burning up the vehicle The battle's just me and you (gill), sorry, me and your crew There's no chance so run, so when you end up getting blazed Keep your ashes in an urn and make sure there being save Jise one I keep looking into the eyes of my enemy's fortress, snorkelling Deep within the outskirts forfeiting, calling stalling Rolling behind the backburner stomach turner, don't test me Creepy crawlers yawning, rapper's really starting to bore me Forcing me to flee upon a carnage spree disease Type remedy for the easy see T.N.T. powers that be Feed upon the energy conceits, combine our seeds Here to serve a good deed for those who need intervene you bleed [missing verse] D-Story I drop fakers like drapes after beat downs defeat clowns With street sounds neighbours tell me to keep the heat down In this cheap town where fool's slip like cool chip This ain't no school trip it's some cruel shit like news clips Crews strip Demi Moore style, watch me rip through fakes, Cripple flakes, make non-believers do the triple take, I bomb crews without Tom Cruise on the mission My pole positions got competitions, mama wishing They're stuck to fishing by Ricky's lake or Richard's bay Rhyming with Billy Ocean or Al B Sure won't get you play By Joan's Rivers I clean clothes, lyrical mean pros Go against dream flows, hope your team knows We get around like news vans, giving black and blues man, So who can touch the man with flavours like Toucan? *Blaze in a maze* *Blaze in a maze* Q-Unique Fully equipped with a mic and a spray can I withstand Any wicked plan conjured by a wicked man, the quicker handle Snatch up rhyme Arsonist Q spark the match up The cipher's in flames got nothing to lose but a whole lot to gain So I remain the main master of ceremonial Like Puerto Rico remains prisoner by colonial Your half verses over shopped over curses couldn't phase My basic rhyme patterns you have you all standing in a maze I lace the track up as if it was my Nike air butter The all knowing Emcees for unaware couldn't compare glare I outshine radiant rhymes, bring light to the subject of lyrical content The rhythm gift is god sent *Blaze* *Blaze* *Blaze* *Blaze* |
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VENOM - Freestyle's first verse...
WITHIN MY INTRICATE WEAVE OF BRAIN CELLS I WITHHOLD THE MAIN SPELL TO CAST UPON YOU DEMONS PLOTTIN' AND SCHEMIN', DREAMIN' ABOUT THINGS THAT WILL NEVER OCCUR IN THIS DIMENSION, FAR BEYOND YOUR WILDEST IMAGINATION, THE ILLUSTRATION'S SUSPENDED ANIMATION I PUT YOU ON PAUSE 'CAUSE YOU'RE TOO BUSY BENDIN' RULES WHILE I'M BREAKIN' LAWS OF GRAVITY DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU'RE MAD AT ME FILLIN' JAWS WITH CAVITIES IF YOU'RE STILL BREATHIN' YOU SHOULD BE GLAD TO BE ALIVE, SOME DON'T SURVIVE OR LIVE TO SEE THE NEXT DAY YOU CAN'T RESET AND AIN'T NO FREEBIE IN THE GAME THAT YOU PLAY YOU SLITHER SKILLFULLY AND WILLFULLY ALL OVER MY TRUST THEN IT'S A MUST THAT YOU BITE THE DUST, YOU MIGHT HAVE TO GET BUST OR PERSECUTED, EXECUTED, LYRICALLY DEGRADED MENTALLY DECAPITATED, MAKIN' SURE YOU NEVER MADE IT 'CAUSE I'M FED UP WITH YOU'RE MISSION, STUPID NIGGAS NEVER LISTEN, TALKIN' 'BOUT THEY'RE NEVER DISSIN', ON THEIR OWN PEOPLE THEY'RE PISSIN' THE HISSIN'S AT A TONE UNDETECTABLE BY EARS THE ADVANTAGE IS HIS OWN IF YOU HAVE NEGLECTABLE FEARS SLIDIN' THROUGH CRACKS AND CREVICES, NO MATTER HOW TIGHT SHOW FRIGHT, AND PREY GETS SWALLOWED UP IN ONE BITE... VENOM - Freestyle's third and last verse of the song WORD... ALL JOKES ASIDE THIS MATTER CAN BE COMPLICATED YOU COULD FAIL IN UNVEILIN' THE ONES WHO PERPETRATE, KID THEIR CLOAK AND DAGGER HIDES THEIR DESIRE TO USE THE NEXT KIN IT'S HEREDITARY AND NECESSARY TO SHED SKIN IT TENDS TO BURN WHEN YOU'RE TOUCHED BY THE HOLY SPIRIT PRESENTED WITH THE WORD OF GOD AND YOU DON'T WANNA HEAR IT YOU CAN'T BE NEAR IT, YOU FEAR IT, IT ALWAYS FOILS YOUR PLANS YOU DEAL WITH GREED AND ALWAYS FEEDIN' OF THE BLOOD OF MAN IT'S ALL A HOAX, YOU TRY TO COAX WHEN YOU'RE UP IN MY CENTER YOU ENTER BUT THE TEMPTOR'S NOT MY MENTOR IT'S MY BELIEF WITHIN THE CHEMISTRY, I PREACH MY MINISTRY GOT MY SEAL OF AUTHENTICITY, THAT'S WHY YOU'RE ALWAYS DISSIN' ME INTERFERENCE WITH SIGNAL'S THE THING I ALWAYS TRY TO PREVENT SLIPPERY SERPENTS YOU NEED TO REPENT AND AIN'T NO REPTILE WITH FANGS LONG ENOUGH TO TAKE MY SHIT FROM TIME TO TIME I PRAY AND STAY AWAY FROM DEEP SNAKE PITS |
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Okay we gon' set the coordinates
for Q-Unique to travel through rhyme time travel Ahh, we're going to send him, 1979, 1988, and 1999 [computer voice] Nineteen, seventy-nine [Q-Unique] Hoooooooo! (Hooooooo!) Say ho, ho! (Ho, ho!) Ah with the A to the B, the C to the D Come on, party people get with me Swingin, I give you what you need and just check the rhyme as I proceed ah with the funk, box, no dreadlocks I keep a fade and stay well paid The funky speakin Puerto Rican without a doubt And suckers wanna test, you get smacked in the mouth With the R-E-S, P-E-C-E-T * No kid, don't you play with me R-E-S, P-E-C-E-T * Cause I'm rollin with the R-S-C I'm with the Arsonists, to the Zulu Nation To the top the destination With unity, and elevation Speak Q-Unique beats innovation [computer voice] Nineteen, eighty-eight [Q-Unique] Arsonists, settin fires D-Stroy, Swell Boogie, Freestyle, Jise One Q-Unique.. The force of one, vocally sprayed by poetic machine gun Acknowledge existance of a prodigy born son Even the odds divide come up with the sum and the remainder will be one The Q-U-N-I, Q-U-E Check the menu, for what it'll be Steady flow more, for lyrical pop Cause I walk talk look live breathe hip-hop Futuristic b-boy, Rock Steady Crew Check your Chinese calendar, it's the year of the Q Calm, down, my pace so you can hop all over lyrical roller coaster ride As I, once, again, climb, slow-ly, up the track then fall in a poetical burst of an array of fat linguistic dispersion So get a grip, like a velcro strap Cause when I step up I kicks the crazy rap Conflict is none, the rhymes outdone Check the tactics to the force of one [computer voice] Nineteen, ninety-nine [Q-Unique] Q-United, Rock Steady rhymer Arsonist settin fire, check it All throughout the seasonal, the epitome of hip-hop locks mic cord to track board to spite all rap overlords When from out the heavens street lessons and battle tactics from rhythm speak Q-U and the art of studyin the 1200 Technic Ceremonial master killer, apply the fat cap to the filler And still and yet, you have no defense against my six step Only thing that seperates me from the mic is space and time And it'll be a matter of minutes before orbitin graceful lines Search your place and find, Q-Unique way up, now first in line Words written will radiate, hence the verse will fly in Used to listen to Ice Cube curse a rhyme now I shine like sunrise in the summertime, I'm like hmm, nevermind, one of a kind.. *track abruptly ends* |
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What is it really
That's going on here You've got your system for total control So is there really anybody out there Now watch us suffer cause we can't go What is it really that is in your head What little life that you had just died I'm gonna be the one that's takin over Now this is what it's like when worlds collide Are you ready to go Cause I'm ready to go What you gonna do baby baby Are you going with me Cause I'm going with you It's the end of all time What is it really that motivates you The need to fly or this fear to stop I'll go along for the ride but surprise When we get there I say 9 of 10 drop Now who's the light and who is the devil You can't decide so I'll be your guide And one by one they will be hand chosen Now this is what it's like when worlds collide [chorus] What is it really when they're fallin over Everything that you thought is denied I'm gonna be the one that's takin over Now this is what it's like when worlds collide |
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[talking]
Rock Steady was a B-boy crew, but to me it's all about hip hop, So, rock steady is a hip hop crew now. Its about all four elements, And we represent those lovely, sratch pickers, arsonists, All the b-boys that are down with us, the b-girls, we have some dope B-girls, and you know, we got graf artists like East and Zero T, Its just straight up on skills, this is Crazy Legs from the Rock Steady Crew, I'm out Hip-Hop was breaking, spray paintin' full train cars DJ's cutting emcess presents the ghetto stars I was the skinny shorty wop, with the bop in my step Shams the bear and teloids, playboys and I was set Running through the streets of the boogie with a bang Pops was kinda strict, so at times I couldn't hang But whateva the case, I stuck close to my hip-hop Somethin' in my soul just kept that, on lock And oppurtunity never knocked, but we was still open Saying ish like fresh, like def (dope in) And crack was on the corner rumblin' the dry goods With something I decided never to persue in my hood I was, too busy in the middle of the streets playing skelly With Ray and Big Lou, listenin' to Flash and Melly And rockin' block parties, seemed to be my route But I had to give that up, they always ended in shoot outs Hip-Hop was rhyming, hard timin', radio hits No dats, so the D.J's was still in the mix Grafitti and breaking took a back seat 'cause the A&R's couldn't figure how to make they ends meet I was the high school rapper to the girls in the hall While my nigga Clarence Greer was slammin' with a basketball Tune my radio on a saturday night Daydreamin' 'bout grippin' mikes and being in the spotlight Fat rope chains in a pair of A.J's in the p.j's frontin' like I had status (what) who's the baddest? The brotha on swinten ave, though fresh out the lab You just couldn't tell Q-Unique what he couldn't have It all started in Bushwick, defacin' the community Around the way, all you saw was nothin' but graffiti As a shorty I was poppin' never could I ever stand still Always battlin' 'cause it was all about the skills Never learned windmills, but my boogie took me places When I started emceeing, I kept it fat like my laces Wrestlin' was the bomb, kept me from doing my homework Radio was my thing, when red alert went bezerk [Chorus] 4x's Yes yes y'all, let me get some 'cause we, never forgot where we came from |
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Note: This issupposed to be a strange song, so don't stress to hard over it.
*Somebody speaking another language* *One of the Arsonists taking the mickey out of that lanquage* *Somebody speaking in another language* *unknown robotic speaking* My two frogs, they got burned on the radiater (SFX of an eagle) Two got flushed in the toilet and the two cookies fell Oh man is that my beeper? (SFX of a cow) Two pizzas said Yo (SFX of a pig) The deal is in real (SFX of a pig) Peace my brother said coming down the street, where you at kid where you at? Where's the lime-green apple-sauce kid? (SFX of a pig) Forty-eight times I told you don't go! (SFX of a pig) The milk is not their (SFX of a pig) Monkey where you at monkey? (SFX of a pig) He said to me and my Father's telling me Yo father what you tellin' me? Daddy, daddy don't like me (SFX of a lion) He said Daddy, Daddy the refridgerater's by the gate (SFX ofa pig) I don't care what school you got to ("go to" is speeded up) naa na se....te naaaaaa flaa tyeer (SFX of a pig) I was tellin' him yo you don't know me I'm not real! (SFX of a Parrot) I said kid the TV is on channel thirteen (SFX of a parrot) You know thirteen as in the teen and the feen and the reen? (SFX of a parrot) The sky was black, it almost looked like candy-apple green (SFX of an animal, Not sure what) Hey sweetie, what's going on with your metal plates? (SFX of an elephant) Well now what you see, is the sun coming down on to the bus (SFX of an animal, Not sure what) I said the sun comes down to the bus I said the sun (SFX of a parrot) comes down on to the bus (SFX of a sheep) So you play my CD, I call dumbleekunti and he didn't know it (SFX of a lion) I said who's your God, and he said lahumpli! (SFX of a pig) I was like baby, you so sweet, your nectar is from my reflecter! (SFX of a horse) I'm a flatunplii I know who I am, and do you know who you am? I was wih the chicken by the hippo (SFX of a bird) I was with the chicken by the hipp-o (SFX of an animal, Not sure what) Born with a monkey funky junky, who do you think you are you flunky? (SFX of a sheep) I was a winner not a winner Everybody knows my style Coz the pimp said I was for Ninety-nine cence |
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