A guide to the lyrics of Playback FM

                         By Icicle








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               (Contains Some Mild Lyrics)




Before I even get started, feel free to email me at any time!
icicle69 @ gmail.com     (no spaces)

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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


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                               +TABLE OF CONTENTS+


1. Version History
2. Introduction
4. Legal Junk
5. Lyrics
7. Contact Info
8. Thanks


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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. ^_^


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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



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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.


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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


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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


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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


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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...


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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.


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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


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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

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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!


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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'...


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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)


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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


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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!


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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


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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!


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