---- | | | | ------- ------- ------- --- --- --- | / | \/ \ / \/ | | | | | | | | | | | | | / --- | | | | | \ | \/ | | | | | ---- | | | | | | | | | | | |\ | | |\ | ------- ----| | ------- ---- --- ------- | ----- \ | --- ---- | --- -| |---| ---- ----- ------- -| |--- | | \/ \/ | | - ---| | | | ---- - --- | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | ----| ----- | | | | | | | | | | | | \ / | |\ /| | \ / ----- ------- ----- -- ----- --- ------- ---- ---- -| |--- ------ / \ | | |/ \ | | | | |- --- | | --- | | | | | | | | / | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | \ \ / \ / \ / -------- -------- ----- ------- / ____ | \ / __ __ / _|_ \ / | / |__| | | | \ / \/ | \__ |__ \____ | | \/ / / Wildstyle Pirate Radio Script VERSION 0.91 All artwork and contents by Kyle Sutton _____________________________________________________________ GAME TITLE: Grand Theft Auto: Vice City DEVELOPER: Rockstar North PUBLISHER: Rockstar Games ESRB RATING: [M] for Mature Written for the Sony Playstation(r)2 console _____________________________________________________________ ------- UPDATES ------- August 17, 2003 - Version 0.91: - FAQ added to GameFAQs.com - FAQ added to IGN.com - Corrections on 2 Live Crew's "Get It Girl" lyrics - Minor grammatical changes - Minor layout, alignment and placement changes in the Script section August 1, 2003 - Rough Draft, Version 0.90 Completed _____________________________________________________________ ----------------- TABLE OF CONTENTS ----------------- * To skip right to a certain section of the guide, use the Find tool (by pressing "Ctrl + F" or choosing "Edit > Find" on your browser) and type in the number next to the section you would like to view. 1. Introduction 1.1: Mission/Legal Statement 1.2: About Wildstyle Pirate Radio 2. Script 2.1: Trouble Funk - "Pump Me Up" 2.2: Davy DMX - "One For The Treble (Vocal Mix)" 2.3: Cybotrton - "Clear" 2.4: Hashim - "Al-Naafiysh (The Soul)" 2.5: Herbie Hancock - "Rockit" 2.6: Afrika Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force - "Looking For The Perfect Beat" 2.7: 2 Live Crew - "Get It Girl" 2.8: Run DMC - "Rock Box" 2.9: Mantronix - "Bassline" 2.10: Tyrone Brunson - "The Smurf" 2.11: Whodini - "Magic's Wand" 2.12: Complete The Look commercial 2.13: Zapp & Roger - "More Bounce To The Ounce" 2.14: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - "The Message" 2.15: Kurtis Blow - "The Breaks" 2.16: Man Parrish - "Hip Hop Be Bop (Don't Stop)" 3. Conclusion 3.1: Special Thanks 3.2: Contact 3.3: Closing _____________________________________________________________ --------------- 1. INTRODUCTION --------------- Well, it's summer time once again and that means it's time to catch up on some overdue gaming. I bought Grand Theft Auto: Vice City way back in October 2002 when it was released, but never got around to posting an FAQ. Since I've got the time now, I figured I'd write up the script to Wildstyle Pirate Radio, one of my favorite stations that is yet to have its script posted. Anyway, don't be surprised if I write a few more FAQs for this amazing game, but for now, enjoy the contents of Wildstyle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1.1: Mission/Legal Statement ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This guide is solely intended to give gamers a written version of what is said and played on the Grand Theft Auto: Vice City radio station Wildstyle. The views expreessed on this station are not mine, therefore complaints about these views should be directed to either Rockstar Games, Rockstar North or the artists themselves (good luck), not myself. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1.2: About Wildstyle Pirate Radio ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DJ: (Super Rockin') Mister Magic (a.k.a. Sir Juice) as himself GENRE: Hip Hop/Electronic SYNOPSIS: Wildstyle, also referred to as Pirate Radio is basically your underground illgally-run radio station in the game. Hardly any commercials and all music is what Wildstyle is all about. _____________________________________________________________ ---------- 2. SCRIPT ---------- ----- A few things to make note of: * All lines make with an "(?)" indicates that I am unsure of what is being said by the speaker, ot I took a (hopefully correct) guess. If you can distinguish these hard-to-hear lines, by all means refer to the Contact section of this guide in order to let me know. * This script is written from the actual Wildstyle in-game radio station, not the released soundtrack (I'm pretty sure they vary). * Since Wildstyle IS a radio station, the DJ (Mr. Magic) tends to chime in often during songs, and cut a few short as well. Since this is the case, I am NOT going to give full lyrics for each song - only the parts that can be heard until Mr. Magic chimes in (which is usually towards the very end of a song, anyway). * Don't forget that this is a rap/electro radio station, so some of these songs have little or no lyrics at all. Now I present to you the Wildstyle Pirate Radio script: ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.1: Trouble Funk - "Pump Me Up" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "B-boys (?) get ready, it's Wildstyle." MR. MAGIC: "Put the tape recorders on pause, change the tapes in the boxes. Super Rockin' Mister Magic holding it down with non-stop rap music. Keep it right, it's Vice City on Pirate Radio." COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "W-W-W-Wildstyle." MR. MAGIC: "Yeah, yeah, we just keep making the music bigger and better all the time. You can't stop Super Rockin' Mister Magic, no doubt, you can't stop me, so don't even try." COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Tear it up (?), Vice City." MISTER MAGIC: "You're on Wildstyle Pirate Radio. Now all you fly guys and fly girls, remember Mister Magic's golden rule, 'Be yourself, 'cause you might find yourself by yourself, and that's no fun.'" ----- Pump, pump, pump, pump me up! Pump, pump, pump, pump me up! Like the man with the super S on his cape We're gonna jump to funk like we got no weight I'm DJ Rock and I can pass the test To get down with the rockers from the east to west This party please that party please I'll bump 'em all with the greatest of ease It's DJ Rock with the master beat And the boogie and the sound that moves your feet Somebody say (Get up, get up!) Somebody say (Get up, get up!) You party good You throw it down You compliment this funky sound The funk is here so you can groove We're going to make your body move And that's (?), his name is Dike He's gonna hit you with the rap so you can boogie tonight I say, downtown shopping was a fashion of mine Just listen here closely while I tell you my line I'm Slick Dike, and be very noid I know him by the name of Sporty Shoid And went checking out the others that dress so mean They put me in the mind with a Miss Acarneen (?) But Calvin Klein seemes to come through Until East Sailor Ren {?) walks in to GQ But that's not it, they still want more So I sent 'em down to Studio 54 Say (?)(?)(?) I've got genes (?) that make the tunes Then you smile and your style is for mile propile (?) It doesn't work a bigger, what can I do now (?) Now you act like a soul (?), actin' just like a jerk But all we want to see is your body work Work your bo-dy Work your bo-dy Work your bo-dy (Work your body!) Work your bo-dy Work your bo-dy Work your bo-dy (All the way!) Work your bo-dy Work your bo-dy Work your bo-dy (Ow!) Work your bo-dy Work your bo-dy Work Pump, pump, pump, pump me up! Pump, pump, pump, pump me up! Like (?), they don't solve the case You just listen to the sound of the funky bass Like (?), come throw your horn We gonna boogie on down 'till the break of dawn Like a party over there, a party over there We got a party all in this atmosphere You just wiggle your neck and scrub your feet And boogie on down to the funky beat But they call me (?), and that's my name And funkin' around, it is my game 'Cause everybody's tryin' to get funkatized And this is what you need and that's a fact With this you don't need no back attack So if you're off for lunch, just take a hunch And boogie on down with the rest of the bunch You should be bumpin' your behind all in the air All over the world, just everywhere And if you're on the dance floor and you can't hang Just sit on down and let us shake our thang If you're still sittin' down and can't shake your rump Holla (?) Pump, pump, pump, pump me up! Shake that thang Shake that thang A-you got to shake that thang (A-you got to) Shake that thang Shake that thang A-you got to shake that thang ----- MR. MAGIC: "No doubt, the music is all the way live on Wildstyle Pirate Radio with Super Rockin' Mister Magic. You can't stop me, you can't find me, and I've got a shoutout for the crew on the beach, gettin' some sun, stayin' out of trouble, that's the Mister Magic way. Now let's do a little more music, on Pirate Radio!" ------ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.2: "Davy DMX - "One For The Treble (Vocal Mix)" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Wildstyle." MR. MAGIC: (singing along) "One for the treble, two for the bass, c'mon Davy D, let's rock this place." MR. MAGIC: "This is Wildstyle! This is a very special record for a very special person. A personal friend of mine: Davy DMX, ya'll. Wildstyle." COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Moving around (?) electro." ----- Davy D You are the best Pop this beat 'cause it is so fresh Fresh Fresh Fresh Fresh Fresh Fresh Fresh Fresh *scratched* Fresh Fresh Fresh *scratched* Dave (?) shut (?) the record Dave, (?) Dave (?) shut (?) the record Dave, (?) Dave (?) shut (?) the record Down Dow-dow-down Dow-dow-down the road Down Dow-dow-down Dow-dow-down Down the road Down Dow-dow-down Dow-dow-down Down the road Down the road Down the road Down the road Davy D You are the best Rock this beat with the DMX ------ MR. MAGIC: "You think rap music is going away?! You doubting Super Rockin' Mister Magic?! Rap music for life - what's wrong with you people?! Are sick or something?! You on drugs?! Keep it locked on Wildstyle, that's right, Magicland. Let's keep up the non-stop music with a very speical track from Cybotron. Am I making myself clear? Let's keep it moving, ya'll." ------ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.3: Cybotron - "Clear" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clear (Clear) Clear (Clear) Clear all this space (Clear all this space) Clear today (Clear today) Clear your mind (Clear your mind) Clear (Clear) behind (?) Clear this chance for you to find (?) (?) will mean your mind (?) for us to say Tomorrow is a brand new day One Two Three Four ----- MR. MAGIC: "Let the battle begin. Choose sides. The rap war is here." ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.4: Hashim - "Al-Naafiysh (The Soul)" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's time ----- MR. MAGIC: "Definitely fresh. All you fly guys and fly girls, choopers and choopettes (?). Check it out, you're on Wildstyle. Now stay out of trouble, and stay out of that other man's car. Stay away from all those older men, girls. Super Rockin' Mister Magic, keep it movin', ya'll. It's Wildstyle on Pirate Radio. What!" ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.5: Herbie Hancock - "Rockit" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------ COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Tear it up (?), Vice City." COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "It's Pirate Radio." MR. MAGIC: "A big shoutout to my man Cool Craig and Allen, along with their homeboy Will, on heavy lockdown in the studio, finishing up their brand new album. Keeping it locked to Wildstyle. Now this one's for you, but guys, stay out of trouble. Good luck, Super Rockin' Mister Magic fimrly on your side. It's Wildstyle on Pirate Radio." ----- Don't stop it Don't stop it ------ MR. MAGIC: "Super Rockin' Mister Magic firmly in control! No changin' the channel allowed!" ------ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.6: Afrika Bambaataa & The Soulsonic Force - "Looking For The Perfect Beat" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Universal people looking for the perfect beat All the motivations, looking for the perfect beat Mighty Zulu Nation, they have found the perfect beat I'm Afrika Bambaataa, I possess the perfect beat Beat Beat Beat Beat Looking for the perfect beat Searching for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat Seeking for the perfect beat I must get mine I'm out to get it I must get mine I'm out to get it Now in this world of music, there are many great tunes (Tell 'em) If there's no satisfaction, just take close-up action (Listen now, listen now) On your radio, you hear perfect beats played (Played) If it makes you satisfied, just get a pony and ride (Giddy up!) But if you're looking for the perfect, people Well, here's a perfect beat for ya So sign this (?)(?) with a chorus you can sing, round up Looking for the perfect beat Searching for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat Seeking for the perfect beat I must get mine I'm out to get it I must get mine I'm out to get it Looking for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat Say we like to body rock the parties (party, party) Say we like to body rock the parties (party, party) You like to body rock the parties? We like to instant pop the parties Students of the music at every single age Must exercise the quotes of Shakespeare with this life upon the stage When we say life you know that (life has a meaning) Our music we want pleasing And all the things that we wanna keep teasing, teasing, teasing, teasing Looking for the perfect beat, people Well here's a perfect beat for ya Looking for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat party, the one with the top sureshot mix hots (?) A futuristic hit dance (to dance) (?) to party (Get loose, get loose) Everytime we get into it, it makes us wheel and deal (Aw, shucks!) Brings out the very best in us, that is for real Now this is what you gotta do (This is what you gotta do) This is one thing you must do Round up! Music is a must, its rhythm moves the women To a spacy romantic motion that's (?) a hot molten (?) At the spur (?) in living (?) moment, is a space to the parade With the psychadelic shades to make you party party, everybody This is what you gotta do (This is what you gotta do) This is one thing you must do Round up! (Looking) (Looking) (I must get mine, I'm out to get it) Mr. Biggs (looking for the perfect beat) Now Pow Wow is (looking for the perfect beat) The G-L-O-B-E (has found the perfect beat) People of the world (looking for the perfect beat) All the boys and girls (looking for the perfect beat) The Soulsonic Force (has found the perfect beat) Beat this! Beat this! Beat this! (Looking for the perfect beat) (Looking for the perfect beat) Beat this! (Looking for the perfect beat) (Looking for the perfect beat) Beat this! Looking for the perfect beat, people Well here's a perfect beat for ya Soulsonic (?) with a chorus you can sing Round up! Looking for the perfect beat Looking for the perfect beat (Beat this!) Get up on this rhyme or you'll be left behind (Beat this!) Now say say say say "Round up!" (Round up!) Say "Round up!" (Round up!) Say "Hit that beat" (Hit that beat) "That perfect beat" (That perfect beat) "I gotta get mine" (I gotta get mine) "I gotta get mine" (I gotta get mine) "It's working" (It's working) "It's working" (It's working) Say "We like to body rock the party" (We like to body rock the party) Say "We like to body rock the party" (We like to body rock the party) You like to body rock the party? We like to instant pop the party Looking Looking Looking, looking, looking, looking (Hoo, hoo, hoo!)(Beat this!) (Soulsonic Force) (Hoo, hoo, hoo!) (Beat this!) (Soulsonic Force) (Hoo, hoo, hoo!)(Beat this!) (Soulsonic Force) (Hoo, hoo, hoo!) (Beat this!) (Soulsonic-oinc-onic-onic-onic-onic Force) We are the future, you are the past (Beat this!) We are your future, you are the past (Beat this!) (Hit that beat) It's working (Hit that beat, that perfect beat) It's working (Beat this!) (Hit that beat, that perfect beat) It's working (Hit that beat, that perfect beat) It's working (Hit that beat, that perfect beat) It's working (Hit that beat, that perfect beat) It's working (Hit that beat, that perfect beat) It's working (Hit that beat, that perfect beat) It's working Keep looking, searching, seeking, finding Looking, searching, seeking, finding Looking, searching, seeking, finding Looking, searching, seeking, finding Looking, searching, seeking, finding Looking, searching, seeking, finding Looking, searching, seeking, finding Looking, searching, seeking, finding Keep looking for the perfect beat And it will help you reach your peak Keep dancing to our perfect beat And it will help you reach your peak Keep looking for the perfect beat And it will help you reach your peak Keep dancing to our perfect beat And it willhelp you reach your peak Keep looking for the perfect beat And it willhelp you reach your peak Keep dancing to our perfect beat And it will help you reach your peak ----- MR. MAGIC: "And they (?) know it like a poet. It's non-stop rap attack on your radio. Pirate Radio! Wildstyle radio! Now stay tuned for the 2 Live Crew givin' it all they got. Super Rockin' Mister Magic holdin' it down. Wildstyle!" ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.7: 2 Live Crew - "Get It Girl" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *scratched* I wouldn't lie to you ... I want you to get ready to get on 'cause I got some ol' nasty-ass shit to talk tonight! Please somebody... Come on, girl (Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) I'm the only man that can rock your world Come with me and let me (get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) *scratched together* Come on girl (Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) I've been lookin' at you for a while With your big brown ass and a pretty smile Every guy call you sexy but your man is weak He can't satisfy you, baby, I'm your freak If you want a real man, the man is me Come into my world, I'm your fantasy 'Cause where you're goin' is into my world Just straight up lovin', come and (get it girl) *scratched together* Don't stop (Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) When you come to me all you do is ask 'Cause your fulfillment is my only task I won't mislead you or mistreat you I'll just kiss, hug and squeeze you When you think of me, lovin's on your mind It's written in the books that I'm one of a kind I like makin' love seven days a week Not like your man, I'm just a freak Your man did you wrong, now it's my turn After all this dick, I knew you would learn 'Cause there ain't another who can rock your world Just open those legs and let me (get it girl) (Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) Don't stop (Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) Don't stop (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) Don't stop (Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) Don't stop (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) Don't stop (Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) Don't stop (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Grab hold of this, baby) ----- MR. MAGIC: "Super Rockin' Mister Magic holding it down on Wildstyle Pirate Radio. A big "whassup" to Little Havana, they in the house. Also Little Haiti in the house. Washington Beach, on the check-in. Can't forget Ocean Beach, they in the house. Prawn Island in the house. The house damn city's in Mister Magic's house... apart from Starfish Island where the crabs live, definitely not keeping it moving. The place to be is on Wildstyle Pirate Radio with me, Super Rockin' Mister Magic." ----- (Ohhhhhhh!) (Don't get me wrong, I'll take a lil' mo) (Ooh, this is some good pussy) ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Transmitting from the engine room (?)." ----- (Stop her with your tongue) (Ooh, ooh, this is some good pussy) ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Moving around (?) electro." ----- (Stop her with your tongue) (Ooh, this is some good pussy) ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "This is Pirate Radio." ----- (Stop her with your tongue) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, this is some good pussy) ----- (COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Wildstyle.") ----- (Get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (Get-get it) (get it) (get-get it) (get-get it) (get it girl) (Please somebody) ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Transmitting from the engine room (?)." ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.8: Run DMC - "Rock Box" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Run.. (Run..) D.. (D) M.. (M) C.. (C) Rock.. (rock.. rock..) For you! (for you.. for you..) Fresh (fresh.. fresh..) ------ MR. MAGIC: Non-stop rap music all over Vice City! ------ For all you sucker MC's perpetratin' a FRAUD Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold lost You're the kind of guy that girl ignored I'm drivin Caddy, you fixin a FORD My name is Joseph Simmons, but my middle name's Lloyd And when I'm rockin on the mic, you should all applaud Because we're wheelin, (dealin,) we got a funny feelin') We rock from the FLOOR up the ceilin' We groove it (you move it) it has been PROVEN We calmed the Seven Seas because our music is SOOTHIN' We create it (relate it) and often demonstrate it We'll diss a sucker MC make the other suckers hate it We're rising (suprising) and often hypnotizing We always tell the TRUTH and then we never slip no lies in No curls (no BRAIDS) peasy-head and still get paid Jam Master cut the record up and down and cross-FADE Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail Witty as can be and not for sale Always funky fresh, could NEVER be stale Took the test to become an MC and didn't fail I couldn't wait to demonstrate All the super def rhymes that I create I'm a wizard of a WORD, that's what you heard And anything else is quite absurd I'm the master of a MIC, that's what I say And if I didn't say that, just say it anyWAY Bust into the party, come in the place See the first things come, the MUSIC in your face (?) down the walls, some of the FLOOR With the DJ named JAY with the cuts galore So listen to this because it can't be missed And you can't leave 'til you're dismissed You can do anything that you want to But you can't leave until we're through So relax your BODY and your mind And listen to us say this rhyme - HEY You might think that you have WAITED Long enough 'til the rhyme was STATED But if it were a test it would be GRADED With a grade that's not DEBATED Nothing too deep and nothing dense And all our rhymes make a lot of SENSE So move your butt, to the cut Run amuk, you're not in a rut Each and everybody out there, we got the notion We want to see y'all all in motion Just SHAKE, WIGGLE jump up and down Move your body to the funky sound Side to side, back and forth We're the two MC's, and we're gonna go off Stand in place, walk or RUN Tap your feet, you'll be on the one Just snap your fingers and clap your hands Our DJ's better than all these bands HUH! We got all the lines And all the rhymes We don't drop dimes And we don't do CRIMES We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines And never wear the vest they call the Calvin Klein 'Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine Don't want nobody's name on my behind Lee on my legs, sneakers on my FEET D by my side and Jay with the BEAT Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay Jay.. (Uh) We don't.. we don't.. we don't stop! Don't.. don't.. don't.. don't stop! (JAY!) One.. two.. tee.. Hollis Crew.. crew.. crew.. For.. for.. for.. for the love now.. Cool T now.. Hah, ?? .. My, my man Jam Master.. is in his place to be.. (JAY! Jay.. Jay.. Jay..) The big beat blaster.. ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "It's Pirate Radio" COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "It's Pirate Radio" COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "It's Pirate Radio" ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.9: Mantronix - "Bassline" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----- MR. MAGIC: "This is a Mister.. Mister.. Magic.. Magic.. super.. super.. flash.. flash.." ----- COMING SOON ----- MR. MAGIC: "You're listening to Wildstyle on Pirate Radio. Non-stop rap music... at its finest, ya'll." ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.10: Tyrone Brunson - "The Smurf" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----- MR. MAGIC: "Matter of fact, you better get on it, doggone it. 'Cause believe it or not, any fool can learn from his own mistakes, but it takes a wise man or a wise girl like you to learn from the mistakes made by others. Quick reminder to be yourself, 'cause you might find yourself by yourself, and on Wildstyle, that's no fun. This is rap music, rap music forever. I'm Super Rockin' Mister Magic holdin' it down. Keep it movin', ya'll." ----- *Instrumental* ------ COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Si, senor b-boys (???)" COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Electro." COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Si, senor b-boys (???)" COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Electro." MR. MAGIC: "It's Wildstyle on Pirate Radio! Let's rock this joint, ya'll!" ------ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.11: Whodini - "Magic's Wand" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----- MR. MAGIC: "You're on Wildstyle with me, Super Rockin' Mister Magic. A very special throwdown - for those of you who are new to Vice City, this song is all about me and the Rap Attack. Pirate Radio. Wildstyle. This is Whodini." ----- WOMAN: "Oh my god, I think I'm having a Rap Attack!" MAN: "Somebody get a doctor quick, man, she's having an attack!" MAN #2: "She's having a Rap Attack, man, not heart attack" (*laughs*) MAN: "Oh, you mean she's alright then, right?" MAN #2: "Of course, man, you've never heard of a Mister Magic Rap Attack? Where's this guy from, man?" MAN: "Oh, I've heard of a heart attack or a Big Mac attack, but what's a Rap Attack?" MAN #2: "Come here, man, I see I'm-a have to explain it to you like this. See a Rap Attack means..." DJ's jammin' in the street MC's rappin' to the beat The people downstairs saying they can't sleep 'Cause the people upstairs are stomping their feet It's not like they're starting a riot We'll call the cops, we want some quiet. There's no need for them to get excited They're just mad because they're not invited. It's all in Mister Magic's wand MAN: "Oh, see now I understand what a rap attack is." MAN #2: "Well it's about time!" MAN: "Well all you had to do was explain it to me, but let me ask you a question: how long have they been rockin' like this?" Well rappin's always been around It's just that it's big time now. Every neighbourhood had it's own crew It meant you against me and me against you. They were jamming every week and at the neighbourhood sound They charged a small price for the crowds to enter The parties would packed inside and out To see who was best at rocking the house It's all in Mister Magic's... Wand Then magic went on the radio ad everybody said what a way to go The moment he went on the air, It was plain to see a new phase was here He started out playin' mostly rap Then they all said nobody's into that Well they all turned out to be wrong 'Cause rappin' on the mic had caught on strong Some still say that it's not what's happening At the rappers delight went triple platinum The record world was in for a smash Sugarhill, Kurtis Blow, the Grandmaster Flash Blondie, Stevie Wonder, Teena Marie They even made a rapper outta me. In no time at all, a star was born And to think he owes it all to his magic wand Now that you heard our rap and you caught a contact And by now you ought to be blasted We want you all to know that we got to go But it was big fun while it lasted Hey y'all, but we'll be back again so tell all your friends Good things don't always come to an end With somethin' inovative, rock you all well From ecstasy and the rapper jalil ----- MR. MAGIC: "Big, big shoutout to Lady Walker who's on vacation in Vice City, all the way from London, England. Now she's a big fan of the show, which means we keep it locked on Wildstyle. Now remember, if you're driving in the car, please proceed with a little extra safety and care. And Lady Walker, remember, we drive on the other side of the road in this country. Stay out of trouble." ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.12: Complete The Look commercial ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MAN: "Sweaty leather track suit? Obsurdly fat dayglow laces? Something missing?" WOMAN: *whispering* "Complete the look." MAN: "Complete the look with a replica car singded signia (?) on a chunky gold plate chain at Vice City's one-stop shop for people who know how to put the 'hip' into 'hip-hop.'" WOMAN #2: "Wow, you look fresh." MAN: "Complete the look." ----- MR. MAGIC: "Wildstyle presents: a Mister Magic... world premiere (premiere.. premiere..)" ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.13: Zapp & Roger - "More Bounce To The Ounce" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ More bounce More bounce ----- MR. MAGIC: "Yeah! You want more Mister Magic? Well, you've got him! Matter of fact, get on it, doggone it! And always remember to be yourself. Never fake the funk! It's Wildstyle on Pirate Radio somewhere in Vice City. Location: unknown." ----- Much more bounce More bounce to the ounce (Much more bounce) More bounce to the ounce (Yeah) More bounce to the ounce (Much more) More bounce to the ounce (Work it with me, bounce) More bounce to the ounce (To the ounce) More bounce to the ounce (Not me again (?)) Get-get-get-get-get-get on the dance floor, baby Get down, mama, yeah (More, mmm) Get-get-get-get-get-get on the dance floor, baby I never ever, ever, ever seen a sexy thing like you, baby (Mm) Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-ooh-wee Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Shake it, mama Shake it, mama For you, more bounce to the ounce (Better (?)) More bounce to the ounce (I like to watch them bounce) More bounce to the ounce (???) More bounce to the ounce Give you more bounce to the ounce Get-get-get-get-get-get on the dance floor, mama Get down, baby, yeah, yeah Lookie here, baby Lookie there, mama You got to let me Ooh...you got to Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, baby, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee Ooh...baby Mama, mama Get-get-get-get-get-get on the dance floor, baby Get down, mama, get down, baby Get down, mama I'll give you more bounce to the ounce (More bounce) Give you more bounce to the ounce (I-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi) Give you more bounce to the ounce (La-la-la-la-la) More bounce to the ounce (Much more) Give you more bounce to the ounce Give you more bounce to the ounce (I-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi) Give you more bounce to the ounce (Ooooh) More bounce to the ounce Give you more bounce to the ounce More bounce to the ounce (Shucks, baby) (Mmm, shucks) (Much more bounce) (Bounce to the ounce) (Ah...) (Much more bounce) ----- MR. MAGIC: "Remember, you're on Wildstyle listening to me, Super Rockin' Mister Magic on the microphone. Comin' to you live from a secret location in Vice City, so officers, if you're listening, and I know you are, don't try to stop us. You'll never find us. You can't stop us because we're underground. Get it right, now. Got a big shoutout to Sir Leslie and his homeboys from up north. Another one for Mister Sam and the boys and girls downtown. Now let's get back to the non-stop music. Time for another Super Rockin' Mister Magic Rap Attack, ya'll!" ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.14: Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five - "The Message" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "B-boys (?) get ready, it's Wildstyle." MR. MAGIC: "Check it out, ya'll! Super Rockin' Mister Magic a.k.a. Sir Juice holdin' it down on Pirate Radio in Vice City. That means you can't stop us, no matter how hard you try. It's that time again - a little bit of flavor from Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five." COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Wildstyle." ----- It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Broken glass everywhere (COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Electro.") People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care I can't take the smell, can't take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far 'Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Uh-huh-ha-ha-ha, it's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Standing on the front stoop, hanging out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow Crazy lady, livin' in a bag Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag Said she'll dance the tango, skip the light fandango A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell her stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so seditty She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Uh-huh-ha-ha-ha, it's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under My brother's doing bad, stole my mother's T.V. Says she watches to much, it's just not healthy "All My Children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight The bill collectors, they ring my phone And scare my wife when I'm not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station Neon King Kong standin' on my back Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac A midrange, migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane! Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under My son said, Daddy, I don't wanna go to school 'Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps 'Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey They push that girl in front of a train Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again Stabbed that man, right in his heart Gave him a transplant before a brand new start I can't walk through the park, 'cause it's crazy after dark Keep my hand on the gun, 'cause they got me on the run I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jaw Hear them say "You want some more?", livin' on a seesaw Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Say what? It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but he's frowning too Because only God knows what you'll go through You'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alleyway You'll admire all the number-book takers Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool But then you wind up droppin' outta high school Now you're unemployed, all non-void Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did Got sent up for a eight-year bid Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag Spend the next two years as a undercover fag Being used and abused to serve like hell 'Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young So don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge... ------ MR. MAGIC: "Have you been watching TV lately? You seen that show Yuppie and the Alien? Well I'll tell you, if that alien comes around my way, his passion for justice will be seriously tested. And he'll be real glad he's got that UFO, and I just might take his head out. What is this trash?! They trying to keep us stupid or something?! Keep us obeying their rules?! That's why they hate Pirate Radio! I'll let you make up your own minds on that one. The music just can't stop on Wildstyle Pirate Radio forever" ----- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.15: Kurtis Blow - "The Breaks" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clap your hands, everybody, if you've got what it takes 'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know that these are the breaks ----- MR. MAGIC: "Yeah, yeah, you're listening to Super Rockin' Mister Magic on the microphone in a class by itself. You can't stop us, you can't find us, it's definitely Pirate Radio! As we kick it with Kurtis Blow..." ----- Breaks on a bus, breaks on a car Breaks to make you a superstar Breaks to win and breaks to lose But these here breaks will rock your shoes And these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up! If your woman steps out with another man (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And she runs off with him to Japan (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And the IRS says they want to chat (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And you can't explain why you claimed your cat And Ma Bell (?) sends you a whopping bill (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) With eighteen phone calls to Brazil (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And you borrowed money from the mob (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) And yesterday you lost your job (That's the breaks, that's the breaks!) Well, these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up! Throw your hands up in the sky And wave 'em 'round from side to side And if you deserve a break tonight Somebody say alright! (Alright!) Say ho-oo! (Ho-oo!) And you don't stop Keep on, somebody scream! (Owwww!) Break down! Breaks on a stage, breaks on a screen Breaks to make your wallet lean Breaks run cold and breaks run hot Some folks got 'em and some have not But these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up Break down! To the girl in brown, stop messing around (Break it up, break it up!) To the guy in blue, whatcha gonna do? (Break it up, break it up!) And to the girl in green, don't be so mean (Break it up, break it up!) And the guy in red, say what I said (Break it up, break it up!) Break down! Brakes on a plane, brakes on a train Breaks to make you go insane Breaks in love, breaks in war But we got the breaks to get you on the floor And these are the breaks Break it up, break it up, break it up Break down! Yo! ------ MR. MAGIC: "Back by popular demand... it's me, Mister Magic! If we're breaking the rules, then how come you can't catch me? You can't find me! I know why: 'cause it's magic! Yeah, yeah, Super Rockin' Mister Magic holdin' it down. Now you want a commercial break? Wanna pay some bills? Well we have none for ya! Wildstyle is Pirate Radio! We have no advertisers, no stationheads! I'm telling you, all we do is play music! Super Rockin' Mister Magic throwin' down a little more rap music and some electro for ya too, now." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2.15: Man Parrish - "Hip Hop Be Bop (Don't Stop)" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Ohh, ohh) ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Transmitting from the engine room (?)." COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Moving around (?) electro." COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "This is Pirate Radio." ----- (Yo, hey (?), check this out) Don't stop ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "Wildstyle." ----- (Yo, hey (?), check this out) ----- COMPUTERIZED VOICE: "W-W-W-Wildstyle." ----- Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop (Ohh, ohh) Don't stop (Ohh, ohh) Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop D-D-D-D-D-Don't stop (*dogs barking*) (*dogs barking*) (Far out, man (?)) Don't stop (Ohh, ohh) (Far out, man (?)) Don't stop (Ohh, ohh) Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop D-D-D-D-D-Don't stop (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Don't stop (Ohh, ohh) (Yo, hey (?), check this out) Don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-Don't stop (Ohh, ohh) (Yo, hey (?), check this out) (That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right That's right on one, you see (???)) (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop Don't stop (Hip-hop) Bebop D-D-D-D-D-Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop ----- MR. MAGIC: "Check it out, ya'll, it's dangerous out there! So stay in your homes and let Super Rockin' Mister Magic entertain you. That's right, Mister Magic ain't sweatin' it, no matter how hot it gets." ----- _____________________________________________________________ -------------- 3. CONCLUSION -------------- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3.1: Special Thanks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the credits section, and is dedicated to those who helped me in any way with this guide. I would like to thank: - Rockstar Games and Rockstar North, for making such an amazing game. - Myself, for taking the time to write this guide for you poor saps ;) - IGN.com for adding this script to their list of FAQs - CJay of GameFAQs.com for adding this script to the site - All of the fantasic rap and electro groups that wrote and recorded these songs way back in the day - Mr. Magic for being an awesome Wildstyle DJ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4.3: Contact ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Questions? Comments? Suggestions? If you have any of the above or me, let me know. Here are a few ways you can reach me. E-mail: sportz_kidd@hotmail.com AIM: insomniac2587 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4.4: Closing ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading the Wildstyle Pirate Radio Script. Please feel free to print this guide or revisit it again whenever necessary. Thank you and happy gaming! _____________________________________________________________ All content of the Wildstyle Script by Kyle Sutton. Copyright (c) 2003