Lyrics containing the term: lyrics+[Extasy+2]+~[SevilMusic.Com]~+[DJ+Black+c] (2025)

United we stand and divided we fallBlack man know yourself before your back is against the wallAh soh yuh stayYuh ongle ah tink one wayBut I'm not a one way DJCoin two side, get that?

United we stand and divided we fallBlack man know yourself before your back is against the wallAh soh yuh stayYuh ongle ah tink one wayBut I'm not a one way DJCoin two side, get that?

"One two, testing one twoAlright party people in the place to beThe party has already startedAn-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill"Let me introduce you to another type of rapper MCWhere glamour and glitter don't matter gentlyI'm tired of the Chattanooga emptyClassical like a German lugerDeep like a tune for scuba diving who am I the hyperLike I said before my radar's going bibbit bibbitThe microphone I grip-it grip-it, lyric lyric I live itHear it my spirit is where it should beDon't push me if you pussy, huhI spot em, it seems you want to ride the dillzI got em, KRS got skills in the placeI waste megahertz of bass bottom, chillAs I rock 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to killVerbal excitement will lead to your indictmentWhether or not you like it, still, number one I hype itYour album, rewrite itHow many MC's, wannabemceezNever be MC's, cause they can't MCHow many MC's, wannabemceezNever be MC's, cause they can't MCTriplet syllables for minimal criminalsLyrical riddles that got hard flavors in the middleSit back and chittle as I stand and still rebuild on skillsThe admission of serial lyrics, calculated to weaken the spiritWill be diverted by this lyric when you hear itRicochet any style any dayAny which way and you'll Cherish the Day like SadeThe advanced oratorical techniques I speakKeep the heat at full peak My grammarWith stamina, grabs a rapper like the fresh catch of the dayAnd crack the back of that DJI'm strappin' and attackin' a packAnd whatever happens after that just happens, factFlamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashyFocus on the syllable formats and the cash GG for guard your grill, I'm hard to killOdd but ill, a job to fill is to refill on skillsWe built and killed style and skillWhile poetically recriminate you like a child I willGet ill, and switch to earnCause I prefer to slur but not blurBlurring you're stirring up trouble surely you don't need itBe seated I'm undefeated dem not see itObserve me then beat it How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MC How many MC's, wannabemceez Never be MC's, cause they can't MCLet's get back to the point quickly, get with meThe voice from New York City is too wittyI come from a era of OJ cars, Latin QuarterFake Gucci and fake Fendi, you can't send meNowhere, that I ain't been toYou can't tell me nuttin' that I ain't been throughDisrespect the teacher I gots to get you'Cause they can't MCBut what you really sayin'You sound like a bitch-ass rapper when he's saying"Yo Kris you hit too hard" stop playingSwitching and swayingDay in and day out, your styles are played out, see you way outBefore you're laid out, your bright lights start to fade outThe last thing you heard is "Who let the K out?"

arms I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps Get off the hooks in project style like Bernard Goetz What's the matter, kid you scared, come and do the bid Inmates'll damage your tapes, you're nervous liftin weights I open cell block see, go battle Mr. Silly I don't see nothin, I think, they raped the rapper really Chorus {DJ Q-Bert scratches "I'm the ultimate.." "..emcee!"}

[Raekwon]Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we litDeliver was a lit, ya niggas knowHigh niggas rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new LexTrifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sentI'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyricsPay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics(You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyricsPay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on)[Superb]And my mouth stay dry ''cause I swallow the struggleI might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug youI'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs tooI'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush tooWithout a paintbrush too[Ghostface Killah]Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta KoreaTop Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj(be beamed up behind the stove askin' how Maria pop Leer)Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeerFrom Star's Pizzeria, police hate the veerEspecially when the shots ring off in slow motion, when yo' head hit theMeterYou lost two leaders, at the same case speederPeter Slim Duch shook 'em down for his reeferJames chased the recent with a hatchet on EasterTwo murders in the 'hood, we call it double ?

[Raekwon]Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we litDeliver was a lit, ya niggas knowHigh niggas rent , I'm set like nuh Purple and the new LexTrifle and work, let's murder eveything that Wu wanted sent[?]I'd better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyricsPay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics(You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyricsPay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on)[Superb]And my mouth stay dry ''cause I swallow the struggleI might connect you to a VCR, add delay, bug youI'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs tooI'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush tooWithout a paintbrush too[Ghostface Killah]Bulletproof Wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta KoreaTop Sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj(?)

large?He's i.c.u., he's out to killI'm KRS and we get illDj Scott Larock got his own beatThe extravagant life is what we seekI will tell you like this cos I know for a factI will live a long life and I don't smoke crackCaptivatin' the crowd 7 days a weekYou know what they told me to say?

Number three, wasn't for the dance crew But it gave me a chance to see Who was REALLY down with BDP I set the warm milk, in the glass And the snakes came out the grass They don't realize I'm not confined Nor trapped by space and time I am a rebel, an overthrower Descendant of the black man Noah Radio DJ's, all around Constantly tell me how they are down To uplift Africa and unite black Yet they fronted when I dropped _Why Is That?

we just makin' one at a timeTo save another brother whose life on the lineA big shot to claim some rocks and shineSigns of a soul gone solo Robbed blindA very small part of half the worlds crimeRunaway child blown by an old land mineLittle ones workin' in diamond minesSo cats can say whats hers and whats mineDiamonds is girls best friend So whys he cryin'See when y'all hear it get near itAnd you recognize the lyricsYou trained to refrainAnd you start to fear itEscapismLike today there ain't racismObviously y'all ain't seeBlack folks on tvJudgment calls Made on behalf of you and meOr you and IDo or dieI say an I for an IDividin' lineGot the poor people Payin' for crimeCorporations gettin' paid off our jail timeNow y'all can tell RussellYes I knock the hustleCause 2 million in lock downUnder federal muscleBeyond the streets These kids is always watchin'Watching some of these jerks when they go berserkSo I work

Skip the record, my road, to get me-a-goI'm figurin' yo, nigga you knowI won't allow, not now, no way, no howAny form of disrespect, you better bowTime gets rough to swamp I do it pumpIn between my jaws adversaries got chompedThe cordless mic is my only utensilLyrics you be runnin', I break 'em like a pencilCause I'm massive, and you're a small fryYou're all in, a stunt, a fall-guyOutta order I smolder blacks to make you SUFFER!!

Come on1 2 1 2 uh uh1 2 1 2Mr. Meth and Doc1 2 1 2Uh uh 1 2 1 2DJ Scratch on the track1 2 1 2Wa wa 1 2 1 2Break your motha fuckin back1 2 1 2Ah yo yoMy, lyric is 8 ballBatter up play ballFuck ya'll analogNiggas we be digital, subliminal, come inFrom the 5 star generalAttack you from the blind side, invisibleTo the naked eyeWhere them criminalsBetter have your 8 essential vitamins and mineralsThe wu is coming through you know the outcomeCriticalCondition in your physical for injurinThe officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamenOff a beat like thisI keep a night stickIn case any stick up care where heat might missI chicken fry rice bitchIn a white trenchBustin off two macks I'm like "I'm hit"!!!

One, two, threeCome to da party, come to the danceEveryone is fightin'So they fired up, up and awayCome to da party, come to the danceTo pull out the vinylSo they fired up, up and awayYeah, yeahHardcore lyric comin' at ya they attackin yaRappers bite like Dracula the soul of hip-hopI'm puttin' back in ya, with the South Bronx vernacularBound to put the crack in your armor, I am much sharperThan a lot of other mic rockers, slightly eccentricBut everything's authentic, when I said, "I'm hip-hop," I meant itEmcees want to debate the issue, but false thoughIf they studied they would see that they are hip-hop alsoHip-Hop you can't do it, you gots to be itYou can't confine it, you have to free it, so you can see itAs your expression, and learn the lesson, on life in ghetto sectionsAnd what you feel is the forward directionFor black people, not these Star Wars save that for R2-D2I got five fingers like Bruce Lee doAnd with the five fingers I grab microphones and bring theStinger to DJ's, rappers, singers and beer drinkersThis MC's a thinker, unlike others but I won't diss ya'sYou're still my brothers and sisters, Kris isONE aspect of hip-hop rapNegative rap, positive rap, forget that black it's a trapTo set us back, concentrate on various rap talentsPresently the rap radio format is unbalancedYou either got the player, or the conscious rhyme sayerAll day, on your radio, not with a different flavorSomeone has to die before you hear a conscious recordPeople don't like gangsta rap, but conscious rap, they don't respect itThe truth is people are afraid of black youthOur expressions, our lessons and gold teeth, soCome to da party, come to the danceEveryone is shoutin'So they fired up, up and awayCome to da party, come to the danceEveryone is singin'So they fired up, up and away

Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to matchRed Adidas, nigga, Game is backAnd ever since the day I got the chance to make a change (make a change)I've been in this game, it's a new dayAnd I'm makin' it known 'cause I just want the world to know (makin' it known 'cause)I'm payin' my dues (ayy), and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know (oh)I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah-yeahPublic Enemy and N.W.A is on my boom box, had to sayToday was a good day, had the hood buzzin'Ice Cube my favorite rapper, y'all niggas can't tell me nothin'Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz 'n the HoodWhoever thought gangsta rap would make noise in the hoodWhen the cars ride by with the boomin' systemTwo door Mustang and the roof was missin'Every girl at ya school had the new extensionsEven gangstas was dancin' like New Edition'Cause the house parties stayed rockin' all nightNiggas came through and shot it up but it was alright (alright)'Cause after the cops left, it was a party thenYou down with OPP, then bring Naughty inThey say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni liedSit back, watch Game throw his money in the skyAnd ever since the day I got the chance to make a changeI've been in this game, it's a new dayAnd I'm makin' it known 'cause I just want the world to knowI'm payin' my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you knowI'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah-yeah (I'm payin', oh)Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M get the moneyIn the back, I relax with all the honey'sDJ bring it back, let it goMix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say, "Woah"Every thing full circle, Game livin' majorGirls on my hip like a Skytel pagerNow I'm on the top, let the champagne popThrow ya hands in the sky 'cause The Game don't stopJust a little more change, gotta Benz and the RangeEvery rap metaphor always ends in my nameThe Kool Hercs, DJ Red AlertsBefore I was born they was talkin' 'bout The Game (yeah-yeah)Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout Big Daddy KaneDon't know him, Game gon' show 'emJust like they showed me, my lyrics is OGWhen it's all said and done, you niggas gon' quote meEver since the day I got the chance to make a change (ever since the day, oh)I've been in this game, it's a new day (and I'm makin' it known)And I'm makin' it known 'cause I just want the world to know (and I'm makin' it known)I'm payin' my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you knowI'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeahSee, Mary J.

Let us begin, what, where, why or whenWill all be explained like instructions to a gameSee I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rationalWhen I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?"This one or that one, the white one or the black onePick the punk, and I'll jump up to attack oneKRS-One is just the guy to lead a crewRight up to your face and diss youEveryone saw me on the last album coverHolding a pistol something far from a loverBeside my brother, S-C-O-T-TI just laughed, cause no one can defeat meThis is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"Number one, was "Poetry" you know it's meThis is "My Philosophy," many artists got to learnI'm not flammable, I don't burnSo please stop burning, and learn to earn respectCause that's just what KR collectsSee, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punkYou walk down the street and get jumpedYou got to have style, and learn to be originalAnd everybody's gonna wanna diss youLike me, we stood up for the South BronxAnd every sucker MC had a responseYou think we care?

(feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)[DJ Khaled]DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best manWoo we nikka (listen)[Young Jeezy]Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag moneyYou niggas really wanna talk money?

Let's begin What where why or when Will all be explained Why destruction is a game See I'm not insane In fact I'm kind of rational When I be asking Yo who is more dramatical This one that one The white one or the black one Pick the punk And I'll jump up to attack one KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew Right up to your face and dis you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol Something far from a lover Beside my brother S-see-O-T I just laughed 'Cause no one can defeat me This selection number two Is "My Philosophy" Number one Was "Poetry" You know it's me It's my philosophy Many artists got to learn I'm not flammable I don't burn So please stop burnin' And learn to earn respect 'Cause that's just what KR collects See, what do you expect When you rhyme like a soft punk You walk down the street and get jumped You got to have style And learn to be original And everybody's gonna want to dis you Like me We stood up for the South Bronx And every sucka MC Had a response You think we care?

Chillin in the place right now Harmony and Heather be Ms. Melodie DJ Jamal Ski DJ Kenny Parker And of course we are gettin MUCH DARKER Because the Africanism is in EFFECT So check it out MAN!

Dj lord gimme that cutBring that beat backThat's what's up[verse 2]Feedback from trulyFreedblacksGotta think outta thisBox of hard knocksLined em up at fort knoxTo die in iraqYou don't know I rock?

[Chorus]Come on y'all and feel the groove Get on down and make your move Welcome to the funkiest Brooklyn style, laid out like this I kicks the flavor good, to represent the neighborhood where I come from, and that's the place of Brooklyn where the grimies are born and bred And bullets are like eyeballs, two to the head Well is it Brownsville? Time to represent for the map where the peeps smoke blunts and like to wear mad gold caps The party addict about to explode From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code Parlayin' on the corner, drinkin' 40's shootin' cee-lo It's a Brooklyn thing, alright?

Hey, yo, whassup' man?Time for a beat, manI ain't see you in long time, blackWe thought you was in jail, man, shitHey, yo man, why don't kick some of thatThat hippity, bibbity, Blasé Blasé shitLike you used to kick back in the day, GAll rightAll right, hoe, you got itLoud and clear you hear this voice comeYou wanted funk, so i dropped someDue to the fact that the others lackThe jack attacks the waxWith a dope trackGood to the earLike a lovers tongueMC Double BBlack, gifted, and youngFlung my lyrics to a funky drummer1990 is a SNAP summer, Blasé BlaséYo man, that shit was real funky, you knowNot like the Beastie Boys with that brass monkey seedYou know what I mean, some Olde English, eight-hundred in the placeBlasé Blasé, GOne, two, one, two, microphone checkGroove is strong it'll break your neck in twoOr maybe it' in three partsTrue to the blood, and straight from the heartLike mars patrol taking out sinnersFirst place winners and all beginnersEat a bag of chips if I'm late for dinnerThis goes out to the record spinnersHey, yo man, you remember when I used to DJ?

Yeah we gone keep it moving manYour man DJ Skee holdin' it downWith my man Jay RockNext fuckin' superstar of the West CoastRemember where you heard it firstYou can tune in to him, on my radio showYou know we always playin' his shitSaturday nights, Channel 40Hip-Hop nation, satellite radio, let's goIt ain't nothing for a soldier to bleedTakes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk)Only the strong survive, you seePlus the strong don't cherish the weak(gotta have heart)It ain't nothing for a soldier to bleedTakes a real gangsta to squeeze (real talk)Only the strong survive, you seePlus the strong don't cherish the weak(gotta have heart)Pull up in the whip, identical blackTwo bitches inside, identical racksTwo guns on my side, identical gatsLeave a nigga bleeding fast in need of a padLook, when a nigga brokeIn need of some cash i'll hit a house fastWith the heat and a maskAll fingers on triggers, itching to blastEverybody on the floorYelling "Where's the stash?"

Yo, this is DJ QuikTakin' a second out with Tha DoggPound to let y'all know somethin'If you're lookin' in the SourceMag and don't see meIt's 'cause them niggas on theEast is the enemy it's realAyo God, the heads is trippin'Out in New York, b(Oh fuck that b) fuck that yo!

All crew hold tight...nuff respect Nuff respect to all hardcore dj No respect to all commercial dj We bust shots all the way over to the west coast...see Now we gonna come down ruffneck, for the day 'cause its because B.D.P. crew don't play Come Down!

Step into a world (llaka klaka, klaka klaka)Where there's no one left (buku, buku, alla de massive)But the very best (klaka, bo bo, BDP crew, bo bo bo bo)No MC can test (but one, one, one)Step into a world, where hip-hop is meWhere MC's and DJ'sBuild up their skills as they play every dayFor the raptureYes, yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock onYes, yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock onI'm 'bout to hit you with that traditional style of cold rockin'Givin' options for head knockin' non stoppin'Tip-toppin' lyrics we droppin' but styles can be forgottenSo we bring back the raw hip-hoppin'Just like the records and tapes you be coppin'Cop some breakdancin', boogie poppin', and lockin'Tic tockin', guaranteed to have you clockin'We only get better and only better we have gottenThis type of flow don't even think about stoppin'Beware, the length of the rhyme flow can be shockin'All music lovers in the place right nowThat never understood the way that KRS got downYo, I'm strictly 'bout skills and dope lyrical coastin'Relying on talent, not marketing and promotionIf a dope lyrical flow is a mustYou gots to go with a name you can quickly trustI'm not sayin' I'm number one, uh, I'm sorry, I liedI'm number one, two, three, four and fiveStop wastin' your money on marketing schemesAnd pretty packages pushin' dreams to the fiendsA dope MC is a dope MCWith or without a record deal, all can seeAnd that's who KRS be, sonI'm not the run of mill, 'cause for the mill I don't runYes, yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock onYes, yes y'all, ya don't stop, KRS-One, rock onStep into a worldWhere there's no one left (alla de massive)But the very bestNo MC can test (but one, one, one)Step into a world, where hip-hop is meWhere MC's and DJ'sBuild up their skills as they play every dayFor the raptureYeah, yeahEverybody on the mic in the party sound alikeUntil I recite, in black and white what's rightLet me take flight, my style is tight and goodTight and good, come is it tight and goodOld styles I pass dat, slow down on fast rapAll in yo' ass crack, cocaine?