A guide to the lyrics of Playback FM By Icicle I C I C L E ' S P L A Y B A C K F M ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ + _ __ __ ____ _______ ______ + + | | \ \ / / | _ \ |__ __| | __ | + + | | \ V / | | | | | | | | |_| + + | | | | | __ \ | | | | _ + + | |____ | | | | \ \ __| |__ | |__| | + + |______| |_| |_| \_\ |_______| |______| + + ______ _ _ _______ _____ ______ + + / _____| | | | | |__ __| | __ \ | ____| + + | | ___ | | | | | | | | \ \ | |___ + + | | |_ \ | | | | | | | | | | | ___| + + | |___| | | |__| | __| |__ | |__/ / | |____ + + \______/ |______| |_______| |_____/ |______| + + + ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (Contains Some Mild Lyrics) Before I even get started, feel free to email me at any time! icicle69 @ gmail.com (no spaces) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Guide Written By: Icicle (Jack) Email: icicle69 @ gmail.com (no spaces) Last Updated: November 22, 2004 Guide Started: November 22, 2004 Version: 1.0 Copyright 2004 Icicle ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +TABLE OF CONTENTS+ 1. Version History 2. Introduction 4. Legal Junk 5. Lyrics 7. Contact Info 8. Thanks +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1. VERSION HISTORY 1.0 (November 22, 2004) Hi guys, I just wanted to get this guide up to help anyone who wanted to know the lyrics to Playback FM! I already have all the songs up, so I'm not sure if I can update this guide any further. But I had fun making it, so I hope I helped someone out. ^_^ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 2. INTRODUCTION Hey guys, first off I just wanna thank you for using my guide, and actually reading the introduction ^_~ Playback FM is a hip-hop radio staion on Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. So my names Jack, and I love GTA: SA! I really like Playback FM, so thats pretty much why I wrote this guide. You'll notice that I use lots of faces in my guide, so GET USED TO IT =P You can also email me questions, comments, and really almost whatever you want, I feel important whenever I get an email =D +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4. LEGAL JUNK The only sites that can legally use this guide as of now is: http://www.gamefaqs.com http://www.neoseeker.com If any other site is using this guide, they are copyright infringing. No other site may use this guide without MY permission. This guide is unofficial; I am in no way affiliated with Rockstar, Rockstar North, or any of their affiliates. Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Copyright 2004 Rockstar Games Inc. All Lyrics, Songs, etc. copyright their owners; I am in no way affiliated with any of the artists mentioned in this guide. Lyrics provided for educational purposes only. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4. LYRICS Lets get to the main part of this guide... the lyrics! 1. Title: (Road to the Riches) Artist: (Kool G) When I was five years old I realized there was a road At the end I will win lots of pots of gold Never took a break, never made a mistake Took time to create cos there's money to make To be a billionaire takes hard work for years Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers Been through hard times, even worked part time In a ?seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes I was sort of a porter takin the next man's order Breakin my back for ?a shack for headquarters? All my manpower for four bucks an hour Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough But I'ma rock it til my pockets ain't stuffed enough All the freaks wouldn't speak cos my checks was weak They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek A way to get a play, and maybe one day I'll be performin up a storm for a decent pay No matter how it seems I always kept the dream All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed Dreamed about it for five years straight Finally I got a break and cut my first plate The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches I used to stand on the block sellin cooked up rock Money bustin out my sock cos I really would clock They were for kind of fiends bringin jackets and jeans Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans The cash was comin fast, money grew like grass People hungry for the blast that don't even last Didn't want to be involved but the money will getcha Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture But I still supplied, some people I knew died Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide Money, jewelry, livin like a star And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino I shot up stores and I kicked down doors Collecting scars from little neighborhood wars Many legs I broke, many necks I choked And if provoked I let the pistol smoke Loyal members in a crew now down with the game Sellin nickels and dimes, sunshine or rain What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad In the first time in my life loanin money to dad Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches ?A thug a-mugs? for drugs, he eventually bugs Lookin for crack on carpets and rugs ?The squealers tells? but the dealer still sells Little spoiled kids inheritin oil wells I was the type on the opposite side Of smokin the pipe, in a beef I got hype Cos rags to riches switches men to witches Become stitches, body bags in ditches Bloodshed, I painted the town red People fled as I put a dread's head to bed That mean's dead, in other words deceased Face got erased, bullets got released Bombs were planted, the kids were kidnapped In fact that was a way to get back At enemies who tried to clock G's on my block, now they forever knock Z's Plans of rampages went for ages Some got knocked and locked inside cages Some bit the dust for crumbs and crusts In God We Trust, now rots to rust Plus caps to cops, policeman drops You blew off his top when the pistol went pop Troopers, soldiers, rollin like boulders Eyes of hate and their hearts get colder Some young male put in jail His lawyer so good his bail is on sale Lookin at the hourglass, how long can this power last? Longer than my song but he already fell He likes to eat hardy, party Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello One court date can turn an outlaw to an inmate But just ?stay?, ship him upstate by the Great Lakes And than a-wait and wait and wait Til he breaks, that's all it takes So he fakes to be a man, but he can't stand On his own two feet because now he's in a new land Rules are different and so is life When you think with a shank, talk with a knife Not my lifestyle so I made a U-turn More money I earn, more money to burn Pushin all buttons, pullin all switches My name is G. Rap, I'm on the road to the riches +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 2. Title: (Warm It Up Kane) Artist: (Big Daddy Kane) Come, get some, you little bum I take the cake but you can't get a crumb from the poetic, authentic, superior Ultimate - and all that good s**t I'm the original, Asiatic, acrobatic There you have it, now get dramatic Creatin drama when I'm on the scene And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile put on trial a rap pile to exile Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE And I'm still calm and humble You need another helpin hand to swing on I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey Starsky and Hutch, but they still can't face me And if may make this one thing here clear that's for you not to come near, PERIOD So I ain't buggin or delirious My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC that thought he was nice into Minute Rice Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff Cause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff And the mic I ravage, not like a savage but in my own way of doin damage As I design the genuine line Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine? Warm it up, Kane (16 times) Take two other men with soul that you probably know Deadly as Scarface, but bright as the Cosby show Don't attack rappers, but make everyone hush They step to me, but can't stop the bumrush I make material, rich and imperial The unique technique I speak is all original You like to sag and drag and gag Same old same old, but Poppa's Got a Brand New Bag So put the mic down boy, you can't work it Due to wack lyrics, it's bout to short circuit So toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorse You lost, with force, of course, a holocaust First I caught ya, then put ya through torture You moved wrong my son, so I taught ya Just like a guardian, that put your body in the mood to groove with the smoove way that I'm partyin Competition may find it spectacular Scheme and fiend to take a bite like Dracula and waste the taste, cause ain't no sugar here So come near if you dare, you BOOGA BEAR You start hallucinatin like Magic The wrath gets tragic, but Kane won't have it Cause you tried to juice me when you're bluffin Slowed the pace, so I had to start rushin So pick a VC date, cause you're history Here comes Kane Scoob Scrap Jay and Mister Cee And this is one thing to us we ain't new to The crew'll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodoo I'm the man you can't hold back and all competition appears to be weak I meant to say wack, a vision of blur Just them thinkin I'm competitin, I say, "Huh!" Warm it up, Kane (16 times) Genuine for eighty-nine, you know what I'm sayin? As I give a shout out to my man Tony A Tony P, Sally Sal and the whole Libra Digital posse Can't forget my man Yawnski and Smooth the Barber, you know what I'm sayin? Also, I gotta say whassup to Born True, B-Boy, and my man big Jay Cee The whole rest of the crew, Scoob Lover my brother Scrap Lover, and DJ Mister Cee Can't forget Supreme, Abu, MelQuan and Shabazz Wally D, and the rest of the brothers and of course my little brother the Little Daddy Shane Manditory end of the story, you know what I'm sayin? Peace +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 3. Title: (The Godfather) Artist: (Spoonie Gee) I'm the godfather... of rap Well let's get this straight, there's no contest So now you people know don't have to guess I'm not tha king of rap, not lord, not prince I was a young kid rapper that I've been rapping ever since I was just a young bub, I didn't care what mc's did Before ??? cause I'm the godfather I caught silly young ladies, two just chilled They never said no to me - always say that they will do Whenever I want them to - when I confront them to Watch where ya're walkin', or just might browl to I never rule them, I only school them But if they ever try to fool me That's when I foo them I'm tha godfather Long time to be chillin', just to make money I rapped on stage, check my voice for your honey Cause I'm rappin', and I'm not stoppin' MC baby, who love stand hip-hopin' so don't tease me, just kiss me If ya already had a pimp, ya gonna miss me I'm just a brother so what's upsaid Cause it's a pretty ladies, I mean top like this Ya know I'm the godfather They say that I'm an mc some say that I'm a proud I changed my style people just didn't know it yet I had to tell them I might kill them you mess with me I'm sick your ass then swell them Woah like on the phone, I'm 'bout to take charge At the station for the new car in my garage They want to cruise me, they don't move me See my bankroll they want to try to use me But I'm no fool never losin' my cool But for me to darkness I make the young ladies drool I'm not braggin' tellin' you what I'm about Young ladies no babies and marriage bout But if you insist you can't convince your house are mine Night or day we'll be fine So let's get with it, so that I can't hit it After an hour or two me and you can just quit it I'm the godfather There's no need to be smokin' when the fire is out So take your hand off your hip and let's work out No leanin' on the wall no standin' around So are you ready (for what ?!) for the beat in me now Because people can't see me so people want to be me Pretty young ladies want L Blue Spoon The beat so fair so ate 9 o'clock in the morning If they're playin' they'll call the cops cause I'm the godfather I'm the godfather You got rockin' beat no stoppin' beat Some roars have things pumpin' beat All the rest of my time Jerry knows my side I'm so dip that's why I keep all girls in your mind I'm not dedicate this at the top of this Say cool you bring, don't break the rules if you wanna get this Respect me brother rapper recorded on the show Ya could stare, cause I don't care it's just long you know I'm the godfather Now you be jumpin' your heart will be thumpin Intendin' rappin', swearin' hip hopin' Off your face, all know the place Easely scatty standin' in pace Don't stand around, your face road in my clan This is the season no prisonner can't get down So get all the world, let's up these words Boogie down to the beat just give it to y'all No need to get hot money dispenser You can't have a good time cause it's so danger I'm the godfather... of rap +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 4. Title: (Me and the Biz) Artist: (Master Ace featuring BizMarkie) (Master Ace) Awww yeah! Uh, uh huh One two, microphone check one two Microphone check one two, mircophone check one two Tell you what I'm gonna do On and on and on is how the beat goes So sell the British Walkers and cut the afros And dance till the feeling is gone in your toes I wear shorts in the summer, Timberlands when it snows Sometimes I like to chill, sometimes I like to mingle Sometimes I get the fever for the flavor of a single Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though That's because Jimmy might end up on death row Now this here jam is like a special kind of song It's not too short, but then again it's not too long I brought someone with me, someone you might know He's bound to wreck your body from the tip of your toe All the way up to your last hair folicle (Biz Markie) Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in To a funky beat to make you have a ball and Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five Live party people but the rest did not survive (Why?) They had a cardiac arrest Now rocking microphones is something I do daily and Making people dance like if I was Albert Alien People just love it when the Biz starts to play With my (beatboxing), and by the way Skeezing with a girl is something I get tricky And I'm the sneaky type to like slip a girl a Mickey And I live the type of life that's far from affordable Standing on the corner calling cuties on the portable Me and Master Ace is FONKY (Word to Miz) Yo, who is it Ace? (It's me and the Biz) It's me and the Biz (Repeat 4 times) (Biz Markie) Yo Ace, I got an, um, question Excuse me brother, but can you spare a dime? (Master Ace) Naw, but if you want, I can kick a funky rhyme All I need is a groove that's as smooth as a harp and I'm ready to talk nuff s**t like Al Sharpton I take the stage and engage in a page and My name is Master Ace and 22 is the age (Biz Markie) Yo, I'm the B-I-Z M and, like a lot of women Bought a new car because the first one was a lemon Oochie Louie Findy, me and Sexy Cindy Riding around the block as if I was in the Indy Everybody pointing cause I am the joint and They know it's me, because I'm the B-I-Z Sometimes I lie in bed all day and think about my life Should I just kick rap and settle down with kids and a wife? And get a regular job where I'm working 9 to 5 S**t, I'm the Biz and it's great to be alive (Master Ace) I'm making crazy hits, a winner never quits So those that used to diss me in the past are having fits But I just sit back and kick my feet up on the table Cause I'm able to rock a crowd without a cable Or a Cuban Link and (Yo, Lincoln wasn't Cuban!) So I still produce Def Jams like my name was Ricky Rubin M-A-S-T-E-R and this ain't store bought hip-hop from a jar and It sure ain't Stephanie Mills playing Dorothy in the Wiz It's me and the Biz It's me and the Biz (Repeat 4 times) (Master Ace) I'm a 100% proof and rag on the roof and Pulling crazy cuties without a gold tooth Wilding, styling, this land is my land (You're a) prisoner to my music like you was on Riker's Island A slim, soft-spoken brother from the ghetto My name is Master Ace and I thought that you should know You run your rhymes like a horse and force Extra booty lyrics on the crowd like you're the boss I think you'd better keep them to yourself Do it for yourself, put your lyrics back up on the shelf Now I'm going to pass it to the B-I-Z M-A-R-K-I-E Cause I know you want to see him (Biz Markie) Ah one two, one two, this is what I'm gonna do Keep the place jumping, get it wild like a zoo If anyone can do it, the B-I-Z can Peace to Marley Marl, Tagedy, and MC Shan And my cousin Cool V and, TJ Swan E and The Jungle Brothers swinging from a tree and EPMD and, Nice and Smooth B and MC Craig G and, Just I-C-E and The list goes on and on and on and on I go to Dapper Dan or Bennaton Hey hey, I got some shoutouts, I know you all bought my new album I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it Everybody in Jersey bought it Everybody in uptown bought it Eveerybody in Philidelphia and California and Florida bought my new album I'm Biz Markie, I'm down with my cousin Cool V, TJ Swan, Marley Marl... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 5. Title: (Children's Story) Artist: (Slick Rick) Uncle Ricky, will you read us a bedtime story? Please, huh, please? Allright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook. Ya'll Tucked in? Yeah Here we go... Once upon a time, Not long ago, Where people wore pajamas and lived life slow, Where laws where stern and justice stood, And people were behavin' like they ought to - good, There lived a little boy who was misslead By another little boy, And this is what he said: "Me and you tike, we're gonna make some cash", "Robbin' old folks and makin' the dash", They did the job, Money came with ease, But one couldn't stop! It's like he had a disease, He robbed another and another, And a sister and a brother, Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover, The cop grabed his arm, He started actin' eratic, He said: "Keep still boy, no need for static", Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap, But little did he know, The little boy was strapped, The kid pulled outta gun, He said: "Why'd you hit me?" The barrell was set straight for the cop's kidney, The cop got scared, The kid, he starts to figure: "I'll do years if I pull this trigger", So he cold dashed, And ran around the block, Cop radios in to another ladie cop, He ran by a tree, There he saw the sister, Shot for the head, He shot back but he missed her, Looked 'round good, And from excpectations, He decided he'd head for the subway stations, But, (what) She was comming and he made a left, He was running top speed, Till he was out of breath, Knocked and old man down, And swore he killed him, (sorry) Then he made his move to an abandonded building, Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, Opened up a door, There guess who he saw? (who) Dave! The dope fiend shootin' dope, Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap, He said: "I need bullets, hurry up, run!", The dope fiend rolled back a spankin' shot gun! He went outside but there were cops all over, THen he dipped into a car; A stolen nova, Raced up the block doin' 83, Crashed into a tree, Near University, Escaped alive, Though the car was battered, Rat-a-tat-tatered, And all the cops scattered, Ran out of bullets, And he still had static, Grabbed the pregnant ladie, And pulled out the automatic, Point it at her head, He said the gun was full of lead, He told the cops: "Back off, or honey here's dead", Deep in his heart, He knew he was wrong, So he lets the ladie go, And he starts to run on, Sirens sounded, He seemed astounded, And, before long the boy got surrounded, He dropped his gun, So went the glory, And this is the way I have to end this story, He was only one teen in a madman's dream, The cops shot the kid, I still here him scream, This ain't funny, So don't ya' dare laugh, Just another case about the wrong path, Straight and narrow, Or your soul gets cast, Goodnite. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 6. Title: (Rebel Without a Pause) Artist: (Public Enemy) Yes - the rhythm, the rebel Without a pause - I'm lowering my level The hard rhymer - where you never been I'm in You want stylin' - you know it's time again D the enemy - tellin you to hear it They praised the music - this time they play the lyrics Some say no to the album, the show Bum rush the sound I made a year ago I guess you know - you guess I'm just a radical Not a sabbatical - yes to make it critical The only part your body should be parting to Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you Radio - suckers never play me On the mix - just O.K. me Now known and grown when they're clocking my zone it's known Snakin' and takin' everything that a brother owns Hard - my calling card Recorded and orderd - supporter of Chesimard Loud and proud kickin' live next poet supreme Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme Flavor - a rebel in his own mind Supporter of my rhyme Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime Terminator X From a rebel it's final on black vinyl Soul, rock and roll comin' like a rhino Tables turn - suckers burn to learn They can't dis-able the power of my label Def Jam - tells you who I am The enemy's public - they really give a damn Strong Island - where I got 'em wild and That's the reason they're claimin' that I'm violent Never silent - no dope gettin' dumb nope Claimin' where we get our rhythm from Number one - we hit ya and we give ya some No gun - and still never on the run You wanna be an S.1 - Griff will tell you when And then you'll come - you'll know what time it is Impeach the president - pullin' out the ray-gun Zap the next one - I could be you're Sho-gun Suckers - don't last a minute Soft and smooth - I ain't with it Hardcore - rawbone like a razor I'm like a lazer - I just won't graze ya Old enough to raise ya - so this will faze ya Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya Playin' the role I got soul too Voice my opinion with volume Smooth - no what I am Rough - cause I'm the man No matter what the name - we're all the same Pieces in one big chess game Yeah - the voice of power Is in the house - go take a shower boy P.E. a group, a crew - not singular We were black Wranglers We're rap stranglers You can't angle us - I know you're listenin' I caught you pissin' in you're pants You're scared of us dissin' us The crowd is missin' us We're on a mission boy Terminator X Attitude - when I'm on fire Juice on the loose - electric wire Simple and plain - give me the lane I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley See the car keys - you'll never get these They belong to the 98 posse You want some more son - you wanna get some Rush the door on a store - pick up the album You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed So I can enter your mind - Boys Bring the noise - my time Step aside for the flex - Terminator X +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 7. Title: (I Know You Got Soul) Artist: (Eric B and Rakim) It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to Think of how many weak shows you slept through Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon As you hear it, pump up the volume Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow, Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control your body to dance (You got it) soul, Ditects the tempo like a red alert Reaches your reflex, so let it work When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago It can be done but only I can do it For those that can dance and clap your hands to it I start to think and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, I escape when I finish the rhyme... I got soul You got it (4 times) I know you got soul Picture a mic, the stage is empty A beat like this might tempt me To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss Eric B. break the sticks (you got it) Rakim will begin when you make the mix I'll experiment like a scientist You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list 'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold You want it next? then you gotta have soul 'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore Take the mic, make the people respond for The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be If you wanna get on after me Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme Forget it and don't waste your time 'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it This is how it should be done This style is identical to none Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me I drip steam like a microphone fiend Eager to MC is my theme I get hype when I hear a drum roll Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul You got it (5 times) I got soul (you got it) that's why I came To teach those who can't say my name First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller Rakim gets stronger as I get older Constant elevation causes expansion I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion Then put it on tape and in the city I test it Then on the radio the R's requested You listen to it, the concept might break you 'Cause almost anyone can relate to... Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles Or should I just let him melt? Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt I'm not bold just cuz I rock gold Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul You got it (4 times) Now I'm a stop to see what you got Get off the mic before I get too hot I want to see which posse can dance the best It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound, The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound, Even other states come right and exact, It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at Since you came here, you have to show and prove And do that dance until it don't move 'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release, The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace You got it (10 times) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 8. Title: (It Takes Two) Artist: (Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock) It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! I wanna rock right now I'm Rob Base and I came to get down I'm not internationally known But I'm known to rock the microphone Because I get stoopid, I mean outrageous Stay away from me if you're contagious 'Cause I'm the winner, no, I'm not the loser To be an M.C. is what I choose 'a Ladies love me, girls adore me I mean even the ones who never saw me Like the way that I rhyme at a show The reason why, man, I don't know So let's go, 'cause It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! My name is Rob, I gotta real funky concept Listen up, 'cause I'm gonna keep you in step I got an idea That I wanna share You don't like it? So what, I don't care I'm number one, the uno, I like comp Bring all the suckers 'cause all them I'll stomp Bold and black but I won't protect All of my followers 'cause all I want is respect I'm not a doctor, put them in rapture A slick brother that can easy outfox ya Cause I'm Rob, the last name Base, yeah And on the mike, I'm known to be the freshest So let's start, it shouldn't be too hard I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard I won't fess, wear a bulletproof vest Don't smoke buddha, can't stand sess, yes It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! The situation that the Base is in I'm kinda stingy that's why I don't wanna lend A funky rhyme to a foe or a good friend But listen up 'cause I want you to comprehend 'Cause I'm the leader, the man superior I take care of ya and then ya get wearier So just sit, my rhymes arenot counterfeit The record sells which makes this one a hit It won't hurt to listen to Red Alert Take off your shirt Make sure it don't hit the dirt I like the kids--the guys, the girls I want the ducats 'cause this is Rob Base's world I'm on a mission, ya better just listen To my rhymes 'cause I'm all about dissin' 'Cause It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! I stand alone, don't need anyone 'Cause I'm Rob, just came ot have fun Don't need friends that act like foes 'Cause I'm Rob Base, the one who knows About things that make ya get weary Don't cheer me, just hear me Out 'cause I got the clout--shout (Ho!) Before I turn the party out I won't stutter-- Project my voice, speak clearly So you can be my choice On stage or on record Go to the Wiz and select it Take it off the rack, if it's wack put it back I like the Whopper, f**k the Big Mac If you want static, so let's go So, throw upyour hands Go for what you know Bro', I got an ego Yo, talkin' to me? No Oh 'Cause Rob is in the front, EZ Rock is on the Back up We're not soft, so you better just slack up 'Cause I'm cool, calm just like a breeze Rock the mike with the help of EZ Rock on the set, the music plays Only cuts the records that I say It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! All right, now, EZ Rock now, when I count to three I want you ot get busy You ready now? One, two, three, get loose now! It takes two to make a thing go right It takes two to make it outta sight Hit it! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 9. Title: (B.Y.S.) Artist: (Gang Starr) I'm like a sniper rhymes'll strike ya when I'm rockin mad chicks be jockin' when the G Starr's talking And that's because my word is bond I get much fan mail and I always respond So tell your hon to write me too make sure she puts attention Mr. Guru Brothers know the flow is unique I got 100 wild styles in my black valise MC's wanna be me so they keep askin for me to teach 'em methods both slow and fast And others wanna act as if they're better but they only got one style which ain't all that clever I'm cooler than wind, harder than cold steel I get the ladies with more than just sex appeal A mystic psychic scanning all your thoughts I'll touch your soul and make your brain feel caught When my rapture traps ya and makes you mine You'll submit to the gift and to the lyrical lines So suckers realize that the size is too large when I come through I'm pullin' whole crews cards I be wreckin' correct and on the gangster tip MC's who front: Imma' gonna burst your s**t I wonder do you love it enough I'm steppin' rugged and tough, never to front or to bluff I got the fresh cut baldy, the brothers call me Guru the man yes with all the J-A-Z-Z-Y type essence, street type lessons manifesting the one who make the fly ladies feel pleasant Never forgettin' that to myself I'm true do what you want to but watch yourself though 'duke' I don't wanna hear all of that loud mouthing try to pull yours out when nothing comes out Then you'll see why you can't compete with me the notorious Guru of the Gang you see Starr stands for power like I said before I'm like the doctors cure slicker than Roger Moore I slide up to a crab MC like this tap 'em in the head with my mic like this I'll be revealing that you're weak to the world if you wish And I insist that if you persist then you get creamed, cuz Imma' get real steamed so don't you try to flex and try to look all mean Heyo check it that's dead that's it cuz all you phony ass rappers Imma' bust your s**t Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash a lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker Step off unless you wanna get torn up your raps worn out burned out f**ked up You locked up or maybe you locked out cuz at the battle last time you snuck out But now I'm rolling over you full blast I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last MC's telling lies and poppin' all those myths Keep on fakin' moves and Imma'... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 10. Title: (The Vapours) Artist: (Biz Markie) Can you feel it Nothin' can save ya For this is the seaon of catchin' the vpors And since I got time, what I'm gonna do Is tell ya how to spread it throughout my crew Wel you all know TJ Swan who sang on my records Made the music, "Nobody Beats the Biz" Well, check it Back in the days before this began He usually tried to talk to this girl name Fran The type of female with fly Gucci wear With big trunk jewelry and extensions in her hair When Swan tried to kick it, she always fessed Talkin' about "Nigger, please, you work for UPS" Since he wasn't no type of big drug dealer My man TJ Swan didn't appeal to her But now he trucks gold and wears fly Valley boots Rough leather fashions and tough silk suits Now she stop frontin' an' wants to speak And be comin' to all the shows Every single weekend To get his beeper number, she'd be beggin' please Dyin' for the day to get skeezed She caught the vapors (4 times) I got another partner that's calm and plain He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane A mellow type of fellow that's laid back Back in the days, he was nothin' like that I remember when he used to fight every day What grown-ups would tell him he would never obey He wore his pants hangin' down and his sneakers untied And a rasta-type Kango tilted to the side Around his neighborhood, people treated him bad And said he was the worst thing his mom's ever had They said that he will grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum Or either injail or someone would shoot him But now he's grown up, to their surprise Big Daddy got a hit record sellin' worldwide Now the same people that didn't like him as a child be sayin' Can I borrow a dollar, ooh, you're a star now They caught the vapors (4 times) Now I got a cousin by the name of Von Lee Better known to y'all as Cutmaster Cool V He cuts scratch, transform with finesse ...(cuts and scratches)...and all that mess Well I remember when he first started to rock And tried to get his job in a record shop He was in it to win it but the boss fronted Said, "Sorry Mr. Lee, but there's no help wanted" Now my cousin Von still tried on and on and on 'Til the like break of dawn To put this j-o-b in effect But they'd look right past him and be like "next" Now for the year of '88 Cool V is makin' dollars so my cousin's like straight He walks into the same record shop as before And the boss'll be like, "Von, welcome to my store" Offerin' him a job but naw, he don't want it Damn it feels goo to see people up on it 'Cause I remember when at first they wasn't Now guess what they caught from my cousin The vapors They caught the vapors (4 times) Last subject of the story is about Biz Mark I had to work for mine to put your body in park When I was a teenager, I wanted to be down With a lot of M.C.-deejayin' crews in town So in school on Nobel Street, I say "Can I be down, champ" They said no and treated me like a wet food stamp After gettin' rejected, I was very depressed Sat and wrote some def doo-doo rhymes at my rest When I used to come to parties they'd make me pay I'd have to beg to get on the mike and rap that day I was never into girls, I was just into my music They acted like I wanted to keep it Instead of tryin' to use it But now things switched without belief "Yo, Biz, do you remember me from Nober Street, chief? We used to be down back in the days" It happens all the time and never ceases to amaze They caught the vapors (4 times) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 11. Title: (Brand Nubian) Artist: (Brand Nubian) (Puba) Now who comin with that hot s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Puba) Who about to rock s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Puba) Super splashy with that head knot 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Puba) Seal it down cause it don't stop 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Grand Puba) Now as I blast off with my curricula, comin perpendicular Watch me kill it when I spill it, top bill it, shine like acryllic Actions manifest with the strategy of chess Hit you with more retardedness than the seed born from incest Since the scrotum I was that brother Ripped a hole in my daddy's rubber Swan dived into my mother Left behind a thousand others Caught one cat sittin in the egg, tossed him out he slid down the leg Born months later, I come ridin down the escalator The doctor tried to smack me but I caught him with a two piece My pops said, 'Son you did it right, aww man my shorty tight' Then he passed the brother a mic and ever since my flow been tight Come on -- you gotta be kidding me if you think Brand Nu' lost a step and if you do go get a late pass cause you cats done overslept Over two thousand emcees attend school at Haji Prep Brand Nubian brothers, A alike, B alike, plus we see alike Cause ain't nuthin but that blazeness when these brothers touch the mic (Jamar) Now who comin with that hot s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Jamar) Who about to rock s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Jamar) Super splashy with that head knot 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Jamar) Feel it now cause it don't stop 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Jamar) Now who comin with that hot s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Jamar) Who about to rock s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Jamar) Super splashy with that head knot 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Lord Jamar) The rap legend, never pushed a Legend, gripped the mic with my bredderns, like Kryptonite we steal your powers Like Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos we come back to reveal the seventh seal, the drum track's the soundtrack for war -- hardcore righteous, the nicest Comin with advice that's priceless, to help the crisis It was felt by some, you wouldn't like this Now we got you strung like you sniffin that white bi*ch Flippin the tongue, even at a high pitch, we run s**t like diarrhea, we burn that ass like gonorrhea You learn your past through the eyes of the overseer Me, I earn my cash tellin the truth They wanna make a felon out of every black youth My nigga Stick Man got the cracked tooth, steady yellin in the booth, we got big plans to make loot Waitin for the seeds we plant to take root (Sadat) Now who comin with that hot s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Sadat) Who about to rock s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Sadat) Super splashy with that head knot 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Sadat) Feel it now cause it don't stop 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Sadat) Now who comin with that hot s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Sadat) Who about to rock s**t? 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Sadat) Super splashy with that head knot 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Sadat) Feel it now cause it don't stop 'Once again' BRAND NUBIAN! (Sadat X) I'm here seven nights a week, no charge, and for two drink minimum, the Wild Cowboy number one With them C-Town and Manhattan street pose To they dancers on Thursday's for all the lost souls Laid out in bed she offering, don't want the pussy Fell for the hype but now I wanna stretch her cause her convo is slow, there's a lot of s**t she don't know But she young and firm, she'll learn We hit them niggaz in the middle of the month, check day And in a future life I will probably pay But who's to say, cause I'm right here today, and death to spray You wanna get some smoke see my man Jose You want somethin stronger got to wait a little longer From the Harley Houses to the Brasley Houses To my City Park youth throwin rocks off the roofs and my sons downtown, they don't give a f**k Let the flames off from inside of the truck (BLOW) My OT pipeline will stop your lifeline +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 12. Title: (Critical Beatdown) Artist: (Ultramagnetic MCs) (Kool Keith) Well I'm the equalizer, known to be graphic I clear static, breakin up traffic Move, while I enter the groove I'm on top, and happy to prove to wack MC's who claim to be better than No way I'm frankly more clever than all of you, each and every one, my son Pay close attention I take your brain to another dimension Hold it, mold it, shape it You got a knife, yes I wanna scrape it up and down, sideways, any way I can be rude to you But I'll rap and be crude to you And eat up, toy ducks I beat up I am the oven your brains I wanna heat up Mega, supersonic degrees I come around, roastin MC's with fire, to burn the toy liar Raw meat, turn the flame higher Cook it, like a fish I'll hook it For any beat, it's time that I took it right, correctly to the top with the rhythm and as your head bop I'm hype, for the critical beatdown! (Ced Gee) I'm attacking them, my job is stacking them For every rapper, must I be smacking them once, or twice in the face With rough beats, producin the bass that blow out, cause power to go out Inner spark, I'm ready to blow out like this, altitude level Reachin forth, stompin every devil in sight, you might just wanna bite My illusions, mental confusions You're a mark, skulls I've been abusin Losin, any rapper who follow me Your girl loves me, now she wanna swallow me Back up, move on to the rear When I'm on the stage should be clear Speakin, goin ear to ear Places far, ducks would appear for the countdown, so you wait to rhyme and twist, stuttering, uttering Parkay, margerine, everything butter and another thing, you shoulda been a Muppet A toy boy, a fake scream puppet I'm takin titles, and punks better up it to me, Ced Gee on the mic, and I'm hype for the critical beatdown! (Kool Keith) Here's the K, combined the double-O Swing in the L, I'm ready to go as Keith, Rap General Chief Executive plus exquisitive Mandatory, capital statements I am the teacher, preaching what makes sense Class, you wasn't able to pass For any germ or lice who come last I'm boric, high computing acid Get off the mic and won't you please pass it to me, for a one-two check Give me a pound and lots of respect No hands, you dissapointing my fans You on reverb, and talking to cans Hello - how are you doing? I come to wreck, and parties I'll ruin with rhymes, pumpin up smoke Diesel advances makin them choke and cough up, the hard-headed I'll soften spongee, then after that drink a ? Roll the sess, the buddha with the ganji Puff up, while I make tough stuff up I'm Kool Keith, cold rippin MC's I'm hype - for the critical beatdown! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 7. CONTACT INFO You can email me with questions, comments, , all that good stuff, at icicle69 @ gmail.com (no spaces). I really appreciate it whenever someone emails me, so go ahead and knock yourself out =D +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 8. THANKS First off, thanks to YOU for using my guide ^_^ I would like to thank my uncle, grandma, sist-- I mean rockstar, for making this game =P Thanks for everything guys! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Copyright 2004 Icicle