Where The Bums Go
I feel its pull
Its caressing claws
The dead end blocks
Graffitied walls
It permeates
It desecrates
It looks like shit, but it tastes great!
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
See its clientele come straight from hell
With missing limbs and, whoo, some funky smells
My bacon bits were not like this
I curse the day it passed my lips
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Bums!
Bums!
Bums!
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh (repeat many times!)
Fuckin’ bums!
Yeah!
Loco
I see her out (shit) all over town
But I get no play, my man says you gotta be crazy
I talk of things that might be to her
In a voice that makes her pulse rush
Yeah I can tell
Wepa loco
Haremo si
Nena haremo si
I watch her dance man
You know you gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
Man you gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
Her novio might rollover yo
So I gotta go slow, yeah I can tell, I can tell
He had her love but he had to leave it
I know of love man and you just can’t beat it
Wepa loco
Now I just know baby I’m not bad to love
So why the face girl, why the face girl?
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
You got to be crazy
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Oye te sta loco
Porque tu ta loco
Porque tu ere loco
Oye te sta loco
Porque tu ta loco
(Yo here she comes man)
You gotta watch her walk
Down that street
Yeah, you gotta watch her walk
Down that street
Like she owns it (yeah)
With a boom boom
And a boom boom
Just like she owns the motherfucker
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
You gotta be crazy
Wepa loco
You got to be crazy
Wepa loco
I can tell, I can tell
I can tell, I can tell
I can tell, I can tell
I can tell, I can tell
Oye te sta loco
Porque tu ta loco
Porque tu ere loco
Oye te sta loco
Porque tu ta loco
The Biz
That’s right this is my game!
I got my love and it’s all right
Sugar is sweet but sometime she bite
Pucker up baby and make it tight
Livin’ my life keep me up all night
Shake that ass until it’s sore
Four click ho baby let it pour
It’s a two minute warning but fuck the score
Give me one, two, three, four
Music industry
That is what we are
No one plays for free
And everyone’s a star
Sign the dotted line
And we can have lunch sometime
And we can lie to each other
Motherfucker
Sign the deal and we make it nice
Savoia suits and prison quality ice
You can’t live your dreams at twice the price
We’re the house where you can roll the dice
Now back in the day people lived in fear
They bought no records so they could not hear
The shit that I’m pushin’ up in your ear
So come on man be with your peers
Music industry
That is what we are
No one plays for free
And everyone’s a star
Sign the dotted line
And we can have lunch sometime
And we can lie to each other
Motherfucker (Repeat Chorus)
Run Daddy Run
Seems like every day there’s another one comin’
Another one runnin’ and another one gunnin’
Feats of woe from random slums
And I ain’t down with them bums
Some fun it gotta be to grab your PP
And sing so sweetly to the front row seat
But that’s the way it be, watchin’ the damn TV
Since your free, come and spread it up Missouri
Run daddy run
Yeah I finds them all but they be comin’ back
Run daddy run
Black hat
And black hearts to match
Run daddy run
Yeah, give ‘em a yard, you best forget the vig
This ain’t the next whomever
It’s the new kid
Let me see what you got baby open it up
If that’s a big bag of money we be divyin’ up
If that’s a spliff in your mouth best be lightin’ it up
I need a drink ‘cause the bass here spilled my cup
I get up, I get down, God willin’ and able
Lost too many friends, stole some cable
Sometimes I speak my mind rather plainly
But I’m not a dick like Cheney
You take ten drug dealers and a Chinese bordello
Stick ‘em out in Arkansas I sure to do well, oh
Comin’ straight out the ground, born fighter
Fuckin’ up your Christmas, ???
Now look at yourself, rollin’ in the blues
You do it to yourself, you do, you do
Run Daddy run
See I finds them all but they be comin’ back
Run daddy run
Black hat
Black hearts to match
Run daddy run
Yeah, you give ‘em a yard, best forget the vig
‘Cos this ain’t the next whomever
It’s the new kid
Let me see what you got baby open it up
If that’s a big bag of money we be divyin’ up
If that’s a spliff in your mouth you best be lightin’ it up
I need a drink ‘cause the bass here spilt my cup
Let me see what you got
Baby open it up
If that’s a big bag of money we be divyin’ up
If that’s a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up
I need a drink ‘cause the bass here spilt my cup
Run daddy run
Yeah I fires them all but they be comin’ back
Run daddy run
Black trench
And black hearts to match
Run daddy run
Yeah, you give ‘em a yard, best forget the vig
‘Cos this ain’t the next whomever
It’s the new kid
Run daddy run
Run daddy run
Half A Block
16 heartbeats works for everyone
If I return dying could I expect another?
You know it seems to me
At least it seems to me now
To be a little out of reach
And all the while, I can’t get over
How all my time, I can’t do over
And as my spirit grows, colder and colder
Yeah salvation, I know her
I’m just a half a block away from salvation
I’m just a half a block away from it all
I’m just a half a block away from redemption
And I’ll be damned if I can make it that far
Yeah, I know how you feel
I’ve lived there for years, it’s cold and it’s real
You’d better get on out the loop
‘Cos the loop’s gonna get ya
You’d better get on out the loop
I’m just a half a block away from salvation
I’m just a half a block away from it all
I’m just a half a block away from redemption
And I’ll be damned if I can make it that far
And all the while I can’t get over
How all my time, I can’t do over
And as my spirit grows
Colder and colder
Yeah salvation I know her
I’m just a half a block away from salvation
I’m just a half a block away from it all
I’m just a half a block away from redemption
And I’ll be damned if I can make it that far
Swashbucklin’ In Brooklyn
My man was workin’ at the seafood spot
Selling fish and chips and dealin’ bags of pot
Dressed in a pirate’s uniform and all
Lookin like a fool, headin’ for a fall
He was walkin’ home late one night God bless
Heard the scream of a woman in immediate distress
His past ???? in his chest
He headed down the alley hoping for the best
He saw the girl who was screamin’ her mouth beat shut
Two guys standin’ by about to get fucked up
He said you don’t hit the bitches while I’m still alive
Stabbed one in the neck the other in the eye
The girl ran home told her daddy she was saved
By a pirate with a shiv and a real smooth way
The vision of the pirate would surely never fade
So she called the New York post, tried to get paid
Super hero you’re my super hero
Super hero you’re my super hero
Now the story ran the following day page two
But swashbucklin’ in Brooklyn is all he wanna do
I tried to sit him down and think things through
But swashbucklin’ in Brooklyn is all he wanna do
Now he was havin’ problems like Batman without Robin
The city, the cops, the mob trying to stop him
He needed a sidekick that’s where I came in
Tell his story to the world, help him with his shit
We cruise down the river patrolling the docks
Deliverin’ justice to eight square blocks
Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot
We used swords and daggers and kung fu what not
This kinda shit is karma had no choice
Doin’ it for free like the village voice
This ends the first instalment of my story
We was really kicking ass but bad with the glory
Super hero you’re my super hero
Super hero you’re my super hero
We cruise down the river patrolling the docks
Deliverin’ justice to eight square blocks
Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot
We used swords and daggers and kung fu what not
This kinda shit is karma had no choice
Doin’ it for free like the village voice
This ends the first instalment of my story
We was really kicking ass but bad with the glory
Superhero you’re my super hero
Superhero you’re my super hero
Bump
I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay crowd came alive
See I would carry ice
And the crowd was just so nice
That my phobia drowned
While I was getting down
I met the finest girl of my life, that night, at gay night
I met the finest girl of my life, that night, at gay night
Gay night, it’s alright, don’t be uptight
See half way through the evening
I saw this women gleamin’ from across the room
See she was with some guys
See when they gave me the eyes
I knew she was just their friend
Hangin’ out on the weekend
I met the finest girl of my life, that night, at gay night
I met the finest girl of my life, that night, at gay night
Gay night, it’s alright, don’t be uptight
Microphone Fiend
I was a fiend (fiend) before I became a teen
I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say - Yes y’all!
They tried to take it, and say that I’m too small
Cool, cool ‘cause I don’t get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To diss the opposite then ask if the brother’s done
I get a craving for a fiend for nicotine
But I don’t need a cigarette, know what I mean
I’m raging, ripping up the stage and
Don’t it sound amazing ‘cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of
Cos it’s sort of an addiction,
Magnetized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, and versions you’re stuck in
The mic is a drain, though volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing
Everything is written in a code, so we can coincide,
My thoughts to guide
48 tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend, Rakim
Spread the word ‘cause he’s in
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly
But back to the problem
I gotta have it
I ain’t a solving it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that’s thorough when
A fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
So gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I’ll put you in a mood or is it a state of unaware
Beware, it’s the re-animator
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assassinator, if the people ain’t stepping
You see a part of me you never seen
When I’m fiending for a microphone,
I’m a microphone fiend
After 12, I’m worse than a Gremlin
Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling
It’s the thrill of suspense that’s intense, you’re horrified
But this ain’t the cinemas of “Tales From the Darkside”
By any means necessary, this is what had to be done
Make way ‘cause here I come
Fisty cuts material, material
Call imperial, call imperial
It’s a must that I bust any mic you hand to me,
It’s inherited, it runs in the family
See I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull’s back,
And if that don’t slow ‘em up,
I carry a full pack
Now I don’t want to have to let off, you should have kept off
You didn’t keep the stage warm, so step off
Ladies and Gentleman
You’re about to see
A pass time hobby about to be,
Taken to the maximum,
I can’t relax see,
I’m hype as a hypochondriac ‘cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you can’t smoke
More than dope, you try to move away but you can’t, you’re broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up, need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
One on one and I’m the remainder
So close your eyes and hold your breath,
And I’m a hit ya with the blow of death
Before you go, you’ll remember you seen
The fiend from a microphone,
I’m the microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
I’m a mic, I’m a mic, I’m a microphone fiend
I’m a mic, I’m a mic, I’m a microphone fiend
My Sin
Within this box there is a gift
And with this cane I concentrate
And with these shoes I go flying
‘Til the demons all wake up and come to grips
And I take my sin
Down to the street
To be judged
And then I let it go
I take my sin
Down to the street
To be judged
And then I let it go
The water’s blue, it rushes past me
And through the clouds I will lament
And if I’m called I will deliver
Or crack my head on the cement
And I take my sin
Down to the street
To be judged
And then I let it go
I take my sin
Down to the street
To be judged
And then I let it go
Yeah I let it go
Underground
For me it’s hard to say
And this might not be the way
And if you want to stay
My ghetto prince is smiling underground
And it makes me feel good to know you’re down
And this may not be the time
See I drank two things of wine
But I think that you will find
That my ghetto prince is smiling underground
My ghetto prince is smiling underground
Ain’t got no guarantee
And I know it’s hard to see
But there’s a little more to me
And my ghetto prince is smiling from underground
Yeah my ghetto prince is smiling underground
Now only for a while
I still think I made you smile, all the while
And my ghetto prince is smiling underground
Yeah my ghetto prince is smiling underground
And this may not be the time
See I drank two things of wine
But I think that you will find
That my ghetto prince is smiling underground
My ghetto prince is smiling underground
And this may not be the time
See I drank two things of wine
But I think that you will find
She’s My Friend
I got out of town, like I knew I should
I got out of town, like I knew I would
But when I close my eyes and the dawn don’t come
I think to myself what a disgrace I’ve become
Chorus 1
But she won’t fail me
Cause she’s my friend
And she won’t rat me out
I’m her boy ‘til the end
And she won’t fail me
Even when she hates me
I used to think a lot, but now I watch the grain
I used to fall in love with shit like subway trains
And though my liberty has been taken away
I take it all, I take it all day by day
Chorus 2
But she won’t fail me
Cause she’s my friend
And she won’t rat me out
I’m her boy ‘til the end
And she won’t fail me
Even when she hates me
Even when she hates me
I get to falling down about twice a week
They say I’m all fucked up (you’re all fucked-up)
But I know talk is cheap
But when I close my eyes and the dawn don’t come
I think to myself what a disgrace I’ve become
Chorus 2
And she won’t fail me
Cause she’s my friend
And she won’t rat me out
I’m her boy ‘til the end
And she won’t fail me
Even when she hates me
Even when she hates me
There Was A Time
I don’t see me in your eyes anymore,
Oh why can’t I make them shine as before
I don’t see you or your heart in your kiss
That you should say
That you’re mine
You resist
There was a time
Love was mine
Life was ecstasy
But now I doubt
What the outcome will be
I pray you’ll say
I’m the one you adore
Then I’ll see me
In your eyes as before
There was a time
There was a time
There was a time
There was a time
Love was mine
Life was ecstasy
But now I doubt
What the outcome will be
I pray you’ll say
I’m the one you adore
Then I’ll see me
In your eyes as before
There was a time
Love was mine
Life was ecstasy
But now I doubt
What the outcome will be
Dickholder
The only easy day is yesterday
Go on and pull me underwater
I know you really can’t be that blind son
But I think you think you’re that much smarter
It makes it that much more defined
Now cough it up and call your mother
I see you just can’t find the time
But time found me without much bother
I saw that boy become a man
He bathed in blood just like his father
And while in golden gloves and gown
He found he wasn’t that much harder
Now what’s in you that is your own
Not something you found on the highway
I remember that time so long ago
When you bought your soul and threw a party
Now paint your face, take to the trees
There’s more to you than just your cover
You’ve got them all down on their knees
You’ve got them fuckin’ one another
You DJ’ed blue and you DJ’ed black
So long as they count to a thousand
Now get it on, don’t break your back
And don’t walk through the public housing
Now hey, dickholder, who’s your man
The scraps, you catch and pass the table
You make it all seem like your plan
But what you do to get that label
Now sing it bitch
Hey come on baby
Hey, dickholder, who’s your man
The scraps, you catch and pass the table
You make it all seem like your plan
But what you do to get that label
Dickholder!
Little Song
I fell from my rope
My vision is cloudy
The outlook is lousy
Now I hope I find the strength to go on
I fall to my knees
To look for an answer
Find out what the chances are
That I’ll make it alone
I think of how it all went wrong
Down that shitty part of town
It keeps me up all night long
And despite my little song
Life keeps going on
And despite my little song
Life keeps going on
I go to my grave
Knowing you loved me
And the cards life had dealt me
Weren’t so bad after all
Now I have been wrong
And Lord I’ve been deceived
But the love I gave to you
Was twice received
I think of how it all went wrong
Down that shitty part of town
It keeps me up all night long
But despite my little song
Life keeps going on
And despite my little song
Life keeps going on
I think of how it all went down
In that shitty part of town
It keeps me up all night long
And despite my little song
Life keeps going on
And despite my little song
Life keeps going on
And despite my little song
Life keeps going on
"Kill The Bad Guy" [Bonus]
And you thought the beats slowed down well…
Kill the bad guy
(Yeah)
Don’t ask why
Kill the bad guy
(Come on, kill him)
The bad guy must die
(Oh yeah)
Kill the bad guy
Don’t ask why
(No time for questions y’all)
Kill the bad guy
The bad guy must die
One day a rain will come
And wash all of the scum from the streets
(Yeah, tell ‘em)
And on that day my friend
We must bring ourselves together
(Yeah, togetherness)
All these punk motherfuckers
Trying to doo-doo on my lawn
I’m gonna get my shit
You know they better be gone
This is my city and with coup de grace
I’ll pull his heart out his chest
And put it in his face
Look me in the eye bad guy, it’s time
Spit a last curse
But please don’t whine
I took that job
From the big fat cop
You can’t bail me out man
You can’t make me stop
(No)
Kill the bad guy
(Yeah)
Don’t ask why
(Kill ‘im, kill ‘im)
(Yeah)
Kill the bad guy
The bad guy must die
(You heard how I sing this)
Kill the bad guy
Don’t ask why
(Do what they tell you now)
Kill the bad guy
The bad guy must die
Killin’, Killin’, Killin’ Killin’ bad guys seems good to me
Although it won’t play on MTV
You get a grown man buggin’
Not a kid or a candy
I’m down to kill the comers
Not coming for Grammys
Try to picture this while you’re sucking on a tit
I’m style and fashion, making fun of this shit
I’m coming by myself, shadow of darkness
Not rollin’ up with bitches saying “where can I park this?”
Yeah
Come on now, everybody
Kill the bad guy
(Yeah)
Don’t ask why
(Why ask why y’all)
Kill the bad guy
The bad guy must die
(He’s fuckin’ dead now)
Kill the bad guy
(Tell ‘em, huh!)
(One more time, tell ‘em brother)
Kill the bad guy
(That’s what I said)
(That’s what I said now)
And you thought the beats slowed down well…
Kill the bad guy
Don’t ask why
(Tell ‘em now)
Kill the bad guy
The bad guy must die
(Word)
Kill the bad guy
(Come on)
Don’t ask why
(Give it to the crowd)
Kill the bad guy
The bad guy must die
(Yeah)
