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is the vibe So open up your eyes Time is running out So find the feeling Boom diggy diggy diggy boom diggy bang Boom diggy diggy diggy boom diggy bang In mek italian de spanish an de mexican Yes god put pan de earth all kind of man Japan

what's up What's going down Let's start it up It's not too late It's not too late To start it up Yo what's up What's going down Let's start it up It's not too late It's not too late To start it up Buckle up, here comes the shakedown We gon

They call me Class the MC, Refresh your memory Hands in the sky whip the crowd to a frenzy Whether it's empty or , packed like Wembley I got a track record athletes would envy no need for jewels or a Bentley I'm fresher then Dentyne on a ten s

makes me go oh oh oh She makes me go oh oh oh oh oh oh She makes me go oh oh oh She makes me go oh oh oh oh oh oh Ra ba ba dam dam dam diggy diggy Arash! Sean Paul! She makes me go She makes me go Bring that body, come give me girl I got

papi, hey papi I'm not your average bimbo Los in limbo Hey papi, you can't catch me 'Cause I'm a bomb Diggy-diggy bomb Diggy-diggy uhh You're not my kind, got no time For fake romancer now there's your answer Why, why deep stares gonna get you nowhere Why

m a party arranger everytime i gotta party it's a real danger they're wasting the place into my facei gotta pump up the volume with a high base Come on join us together we dance Together we paty this is your chance (2x) indy- indy- styleee. t

me? You don't? You will... F*** you, F*** all the people always runnin their mouth F*** that bitch ass coward who f***in flooded my house F*** everybody who said this shit here would never happen Now who’s laughin you said we’d never make it by rappin But you was de

Run] As I proceed indeed to take the lead with speed All the suckers'll back off and fall But this is the hype I like and the type of mic You wanna fight? Just gimme a call I'm going to breeze.. [D.M.C.] .. past the other MC's And D's rhyme

time Okay, party people in the house Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party Ooh, party, ah, party I was at this club, this place called Roy's I snuck in past my curfew trying hang with the big boys There were hands swingin', people singin' and others

as a codfish Hot as a coal Hot dog buddy Well, bless my soul I'm rocking Rocking on down the line Hot dog buddy buddy A hot dog all the time I got legs like a rooster Eyes like a frog When I hear music I'll holler hot dog I'm rocking Rocking on down t

m bout to freak this Ha ha ha ha, What what what what Uh , Big Will, uh I'm bout to freak this What you want me to freak this Just peep it while I freak this , Aiight aiight I'm bout to freak this full out the king of the hill Big Will keepin it real knees to the gril

Q-Tip} It's a fly love song To the effect of nothing, effective fronting is what I don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bon-a-fide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside if my momma is sick I'm

my love it over-flows and spillith Come ride my steed into the night, do not be frightened, for I am enlightened (at least, enough to see the way!) Onwards - into the concert (faces painted) By blasting drums we are elated and the howls, and anti-Christian

The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia Maybe that'll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me Retrace, won't, so yo

them niggas down the way so they can get bombed They don't know I got the land mines in the lawn I'mma get you sucka, from the moment that you pull the truck up Get the f*** out and shut the f*** up You gettin' stuck up In front of all ya niggas at The Rucker Toug

went downtown to breeze thru freaks I got a job interview with Hebrew G Ump shigga bum parrum pump Pump pa rrrrum pum pump Rum diggy dum, the yum young scunt Was on the hunt for the rhythm in London once! Ump shigga bump pa-rrrump-pump Hey I'll make ya jump a

D.M.C.] And I say.. the brother's about to get naughty! Rockin you on down.. to the last.. STOP! [Run] See them on the corner, scheamin a scam Makin plans beat the man that'll put him in ?amb's? Cut for the loot to group, hit a troop or bank No thanks to the brothers in

all programmes This is radio clash from pirate satellite Orbiting your living room, Cashing in the bill of rights Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights This is radio clash on pirate satellite This sound does not subscribe To the international plan In the psych

is Radio Clash Stealing all transmissions Beaming from the mountaintop Using aural ammunition With extreme prejudice On a terminator mission This is Radio Clash Consider your position Step it up, get down low Breaking news flash Assassination The whole country has been

me as I kiss the sky, Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye, Who the f*** wanna die for their culture, Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticalian, HMMM Blacker than your blackest stallion, Hit your housin projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga, Hell y

don't wana hurt you but I'm bout to work you, watch you mouth drop real low I'm turning you up, burning the club full speed, both feet to the floor, Dj running the bet once more, time to party that's all I know grab somebody, tell them baby baby baby let's go! Make it

Pa Ra Ra Pam Pa Ra Ra Pam Pa Ra Ra Pam Pa Ra Ra Any die, if the beholder the soldier begins to bore Four score, seven bullets (Yeah hit the floor nigga!) Take you outdoor, darkness frightens you even more I'm here to enlighten you, with the hardcore Bring it

Q-Tip] Phiiiiiife Dawg [Phife] Yo Kamal [Q-Tip] Reggie Noble [Redman] Up in ya! [Q-Tip] Yo Busta Bus, yo it's time to step up [Busta Rhymes] You know I plas-ter, the little bas-tard and mastered the real way you slap the bitchest niggaz backwards Hah! Uh-oh, aiyyo,

is for my music Blessings for my music It's love for the music Journey on ma music I've been doing this for seven years I never make a dollar never make a change I say naa go give up naa go ever slow You know say me a hold it down For seven more I've been doing this fo

Hey There she go (there she go) That's the one I've got to know Such a cutie right? Her whole crew is tight But they don't do it like you How her hair flows when she walk Like a Love Jones when she talk Such a cutie right? Her whole crew is tight But they don't do

I'm ready, yeah They wan't me to fall They wanna see if I make it Got my back against the wall, put my head to the sky No, I won't let'em break me I got great expectations Great expectations (I'm ready) [diggy verse 1] All the stares And all the glares They waitin' on him And all

wit us, who ride wit us [Chorus: repeat 4x] Awww yeah! do you wanna ride wit us Who ride wit us [daz] When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper Wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin Hoppin up the 'shaw on a sunday, what a fun day Dip skip

Verse One:] Poppin, stoppin, hoppin like a rabbit When I take the nina Ross ya know I gota ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga strai

Never a flaw [Kim] A different kind of high [Kim] Yaknow, feel me on this, huh, uhh Ladies and gents Your dopest host presents extravagence in the ladies' frame, leavin cum stains Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger Throw it to ya jaw, u

yo, Chuck, yo the world if sleepin', G We got to wake everybody up yo Hey yo, it's goin' down, baby Let everybody know how it's goin' down, baby The way this goes down is simple, from this day forth Anything to deal with rap, STAY OFF It's just the players, no pay offs, strictly s

t never been much of the church type But I believe in the last days I walk through Hell almost every night But I believe it's a pathway Say boy, what you doin' with your life With those tattoos on your face? Say boy, you know that you'll pay the pr

horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C. Bass first, then comes the treble Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two three horny devils And if ya feelin' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya beta

Intro: 2Pac] Here we go; we gonna send this one out to the old school All these motherf***ers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the motherf***ers that laid it down, the foundation Ya know what I'm saying? Nothing but love for the old scho

2 Uhh 1,1 1,2 Uhh 1,1 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN [Verse One:] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake p

Verse 1] Dum-diggy, bump Biggie Til the landlady holler, "Get a haircut, hippie" The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill Breath quelled dressed like a bloated sack of dead cells Shedding, purple tape, purple 'hawk, ape A single flower thro

Part One: Method Man (album version) Yeahhh, torture motherf***er what? [Torture nigga what?] What? I'll f***in I'll f***in tie you to a f***in bedpost with your ass cheeks spread out and shit Right? Put a hanger on a f***in stove and let that sh