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Pues se podria ir recopilando alguna que otra letra de canciones hardcore , no se si ya estaba hecha o prevista la seccion para ello. en el caso de que no sea así ahí va la primera aportación
dont take your love away...
There's something new and you won't feel dark inside
I must believe all the feeling
That I just can't hide
It's just the way you hold and touch my soul
And when we kiss I just go out of control
Now every time I see you
You touch the love so deep inside
That's all I want to tell you
Now that I found you
Don't take your love away
Don't take your love from me (2x)
I was lost, baby now I'm found
I met you and you turned my life around
You showed me all the things that love can do
My life's complete since the day I met you
Now every time I see you
You touch the love so deep inside
That's all I want to tell you
Now that I found you
Don't take your love away
So, don't take your love from me
Can't you see I need your love
I found your love
Believe me now
I know this love is true
I was sure the moment that I looked at you
I want you by my side
Please say you'll stay
Share the love we found in a special way
Now every time I see you
You touch the love so deep inside
That's all I want to tell you
Now that I found you
Don't take your love away
You know I need you
I've got to have you
Don't take your love away from me (3x)
esperando que sea de vuestro agrado... |
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23 Jul, 2004 - 11:04
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| ufffffffffffff! ahi te salistes ya, pedazo de temazo tio...ahora a cantar! |
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Don't make me wait,
another night,
tonight Im gonna luv u!
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₪ Tenerife, ese lugar con más djs por metro cuadrado de todo el territorio nacional ₪
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24 Jul, 2004 - 01:27
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| Alguien se la sabe de Sigma 7 - Trail of Tears |
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La música es el deshago del alma
" Hardcore Will Never Die ! ! ! "
www.callasong.de/Cris-Speed
In The MIx IV
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24 Jul, 2004 - 03:11
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Jooooo yo llegue a tener las de "let me be your fantasy" y la d "so pure", tb la d "mama say knock u out" y alguna otra mas...ande andaran como dice akel...  :oops: |
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24 Jul, 2004 - 02:24
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Las de Baby D son fáciles de encontrar....
Baby D - Let me be your Fantasy
Let me be your fantasy...
Let me be your fantasy...
Let me be your fantasy...
I'll take you up to the highest heights, let's spread our wings and fly away.
Surround you with love that's pure delight, release your spirits, set you free.
Come and feel my energy, let's be as one in soul and mind.
I'll fill your world with ecstasy, touch all your dreams deep down in side.
Let me be your fantasy... (x4)
Let me be your fantasy...let me touch your dreams, just spread your wings and fly away...
Come take a trip to my wonderland, Let's spread our wings and fly away.
Oceans of love flow through your hands, see visions, colours everyday.
Let me feel your warm embrace, release the colours in your mind.
I'll put a smile upon your face, I've got what it takes to make you mine.
Let me be your fantasy... Let me be your fantasy...yeah...yeah...
Let me be your fantasy... I'll take you higher...yeah...yeah...
Let me be your fantasy...
Underground is where we wanna go moving, how's the crowd
Let me be your fantasy...
Let me be your fantasy...
Let me be your fantasy...
Baby D - So Pure
This is the moment I've been waiting for
I can't believe that you have made me feel this way again
Long nights of loneliness are here no more
Unlock the pain inside, let's take a magic ride
(CHORUS:)
You came to me (now I feel so pure)
You came to be (now I feel so pure)
You gave me energy (now I feel so pure)
I feel so pure, I feel so pure
Am I in Heaven, is this paradise
So much emotion in one heart cannot be natural
My inner sense is lost in reckless cries
I thank the Lord above that you have shown me love
(CHORUS x2)
Purity in ecstacy taking over me
I feel so pure
(This is hardcore, turn it turn it up)
(Now I feel so pure)
(Now I feel so pure) |
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Baby, I can rock it all night, one thing I know I can do, rock it rock it!
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25 Jul, 2004 - 10:21
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Old Skool Master
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y esta?
Young Mc - know how
Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue
I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young
But so you think that it's your destiny
To get the best of me, but I suggest to be
Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me
Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it
Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I'm not fakin' it
Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf
Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself
This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow
My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm
sayin'?
I got know-how
Party people, I got know...how
I kick it just like this...
Verse 2
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I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant
Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident
Yes, cuz I'm that type of man
Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am
I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder
Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under
I make no errors, mistakes or blunders
It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder
My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well
Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell
It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus
And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts
Smooth operator, female persuader
Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her
I got the kind of style for the here and the now
And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how
Party people, I got know...how
Bust it!
Verse 3
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MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin'
I'll treat 'em like doublemint gum and start chewin'
I spit 'em out when the flavour's gone
And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn
Cuz I'm tough like a bone, sly like Stallone
Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone
Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror
Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors
Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard
With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard
Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often
Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften
Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect
I start to build like a builder from a architect
Movin' all around, above and under the ground
You see my face, and then you hear my sound
Comin' atcha with the mic in hand
I'm gonna take command just the way I planned
Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan
Don't you understand? I'm like Superman
Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal?
You better be for real, I got sex appeal
This is what I feel, and this here's my vow
And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I'm
sayin'?
I got know-how...and I'm chillin', never illin'
In my mouth I got two fillin's...whatever!
I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over
My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it... |
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Don't make me wait,
another night,
tonight Im gonna luv u!
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₪ Tenerife, ese lugar con más djs por metro cuadrado de todo el territorio nacional ₪
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26 Jul, 2004 - 11:32
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| TE SALISTE con el temaso, bueno, que sigan las letras caiendo je je |
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06 Ago, 2004 - 10:06
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Este tema no es hardcore, mas bien oldskool hiphop pero tiene una version a capella k ha sido usada en algunos temas hardcore, bajenselo y pongan atencion seguro k hay un par d capellas k les suenan..  :wink:
PD: Señalo en negrita las k m suenan a mi.
Artist
Eric B And Rakim Lyrics
Album
Paid in Full
Title
I Know You Got Soul
Song Lyric
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 (4x)
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 (5x)
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 (4x)
Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound,
Even other states come right and exact,
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it don't move
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace
You got it (10x) |
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06 Ago, 2004 - 11:19
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Hallucinator
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una que se os ha escapado xDDD:
charly says: "always tell your mommy before you go off somewhere" miau mieeauuuuu y no hay más letra.
xD, no me peguéis   8) |
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25 Ago, 2004 - 12:41
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Hallucinator
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| Alguien se la sabe de Sigma 7 - Trail of Tears |
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La música es el deshago del alma
" Hardcore Will Never Die ! ! ! "
www.callasong.de/Cris-Speed
In The MIx IV
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27 Ago, 2004 - 04:19
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Colaborador
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hace tiempo me preguntastes por la letra esa crisspeed, pero no la he encontrao.
Aqui mi granito de arena (undercore, tenia guardadas esas letras q me pasastes hace tiempo) XDDD.
Strike - I have peace
I got peace on my mind
I have peace on my mind (oh oh woh)
I got peace on my mind
Like it's all over now
Peace (what), I gotta have peace (yeah)
I gotta unleash from the belly of the beast (uh)
I gotta release mad world, the fat beast (that's right)
'Cause not many people know the meaning of peace, word (ha)
If a man says he's packing a piece, you better run (uh)
'Cause in the '96 a piece represents a gun (ha)
But I represent the peace that means peace of mind
Free of madness, stress, just feeling good time (ooh wooh)
I want a piece of the pie just like the next man
Chilling hard, big York with the Lexan (ha)
Cooling out by the pool, honeys acting fool (word)
Enough to make a brother drool, yo, but that's cool (ha)
I want a piece of the dream to make real cream
Be a star, Hollywood, with the dream team
You know how I mean, this goal, I gotta reach this (what)
And that's what the meaning of peace is
I got peace on my mind (got peace on my mind)
I have peace on my mind
I got peace on my mind
Like it's all over now
Peace (uh), it might mean "peace, see ya later"
But the meaning of peace can also be much greater (what)
I'm talking 'bout the peace that never comes to the Middle East
Where the wars never seems to cease
(Peace) on Earth, good will to all men (yeah)
Words often said but rarely ever meant (uh)
World War III, the earth shatters in pieces (boom)
Is that what the meaning of peace is
I got peace on my mind (I got peace on my mind)
I have peace on my mind
I got peace on my mind
I have peace (ha, rock on)
Like it's all over now
Like it's all over now
And like it's all over now
It's all over now
Right about now we're gonna get busy
We're gonna take it home
Peace (I have peace on my mind)
(I have peace) on my mind (on my mind)
(I have peace) peace (on my mind)
(I have peace on my mind)
On my mind (I have peace)
I got peace on my mind (on my mind)
(I have peace) I have peace (on my mind) on my mind
(I have peace) I got peace (on my mind) on my mind
(I have peace) I have peace (on my mind)
Like it's all over now
Like it's all over now
Like it's all over now
Like it's all over now |
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27 Ago, 2004 - 04:23
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Colaborador
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LL Cool J - Mama said Knock you out
C'mon man
(And with the local DBC news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback)
(Tomorrow I'll see him, word, but tonight)
Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years
Rockin' my peers, puttin' suckers in fear
Makin' the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
Explosion, overpowerin'
Over the competition, I'm towerin'
Wreckin' shop, when I drop
These lyrics that'll make you call the cops
Don't you dare stare, you'd better move
Don't ever compare me
To the rest that are all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin' the price
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just like Muhammad Ali they called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I had beef with
Why do you live with me, the maniac psycho
And when I pull out my jammy get ready
'Cause it might go "blaw", how ya like me now?
The river will not allow
You to get with Mr. Smith
Don't grieve, listen to my gear shift
I'm blastin', outlastin'
Kinda like Shaft, so you could say I'm shaftin'
Old English filled my mind
And I came up with a funky rhyme
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
Breakdown
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Shadow boxin' when I heard you on the radio
Ooh, I just don't know
What made you forget that I was raw?
But now I got a new tour
I'm goin' insane, startin' the hurricane, releasin' pain
Lettin' you know, you can't gain
I maintain unless you say my name
Rippin', killin', diggin' and drillin'
A hole, pass the Ol' Gold
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
Shotgun blasts are heard
When I rip and kill at will
The man of the hour, tower of power, I'll devour
I'm gonna tie you up and let you
Understand that I'm not your average man
When I got a jammy in my hand, damn
Ooh, listen to the way I slay your crew
Damage (uh) damage (uh) damage (uh) damage
Destruction, terror, and mayhem
Pass me a sissy so sucker I'll slay him
Farmers (what), farmers (what)
I'm ready (we're ready)
I think I'm gonna bomb a town (get down)
Don't you never ever pull my lever
'Cause I explode
And my nine is easy to load
I gotta thank God
'Cause he gave me the strength to rock hard
Knock you out, mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
I'm gonna knock you out (huh), mama said knock you out (huh)
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27 Ago, 2004 - 04:27
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Y la ultima de momento:
The Source feat. Candi Staton - You got the love
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord, I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through
Sometimes it seems the going is just too rough
And things go wrong no matter what I do
Now and then I feel like life is just too much
But you've got the love I need to see me through
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord, I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through
Time after time I say: "Oh Lord, what's the use"
Time after time I say: "This just won't do"
But sooner or later in life the things you love you lose
Just like before I know I call on you
Occasionally my thoughts are brave and friends are few
Occasionally I cry out: "Lord, what must I do"
Occasionally I call up: "Master, make me new"
You've got the love to see me through
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord, I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through
You (got the love, got the love, got the love, got the love)
You (got the love, got the love, got the love, got the love)
You (got the love, got the love, got the love, I got the love)
You (I got the love, I got the love, I got the love, got the love)
(I got the love) need to see me through
(I got the love) see me through
(I got the love) see me through
You got the love (got the love) I need to see me through
(I got the love) see me through
(I got the love) see me through
You've got the love, you've got the love
You've got the love
You've got the love, you've got the love
You've got the love, mmm hmm |
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28 Ago, 2004 - 12:47
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Administrador
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The Korgis - Everybody's got to learn sometime (capella usada en temas como "Baby D - I Need Your Loving")
Change your heart, look around you
Change your heart, it will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Change your heart, look around you
Change your heart, it will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime |
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Normas:
http://www.hypercore.org/PNphpBB2-viewtopic-t-287.html
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28 Ago, 2004 - 12:58
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Ultramagnetic Mc's - Poppa Large
I get in shape and do my physical fitness
Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up
Pick 'em up pimplehead, pick 'em up picky
I roll wit globs and I come real sticky
Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears
Crazed and brewer. I'm coming out like beers
Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds
I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wickable wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme to master, blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form
Rap time, rap rhyme
Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass
To continue, from the more, hype tip
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues
Dance and fusion, pain confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast(4x)
Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
Poppa large looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
Learn to talk, learn to walk
And watch your step though, I'm hype and ripe though
Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho
A Ricky Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo
Sporting a ragtop, an El Dorado
Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards
The rhymes is gain type, I'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
I'm pouring LA juice
Hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them
On and on, on and on, on and on
Until the break of dawn
I go overtime, rock the mic in nighttime
Daytime, switching off to Primetime
Specifically, strolling back in the west time
Rock the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, I ain't joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme to destroy anything toy boy
On the microphone
I'm poppa large, big shot on the east coast(4X)
You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As I flow and grow from head to toe
Seeking a style like John Mcenroe
Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand
Like Prince and Michael coming out wit a big band
The crowd is loud, you can pay as teh manager
Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life more serious
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
A son of Sam, how could I begin more
Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
You're in living hell, the funk, pound to pound
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out in sighting
Like I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula
Spectacular and not irregular
In fact you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you can't be stop wit the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my range is higher
My lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
Poppa Large, big shot on the east coast(8X) |
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dnb r00lz ..
www.myspace.com/chaga_amiga500
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