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Chatter Jazz (Rex Stewart) · Chatter With the Angels [2000] (Twin Sisters) · King Tubby Meets Jacob Miller in a Tenement Yard (King Tubby) · Dubbing at King Tubby's (Dennis Brown) · Dubbing at King Tubby's (Dennis Brown) · King Tubby Meets the Reggae Masters (Bob Marley & the Wailers) · At King Tubby's Studio (The Aggrovators) · At King Tubby's Studio (Barry Brown) · Hans Christian Andersen/Tubby the Tuba (Danny Kaye) · The Manhattan Transfer Meets Tubby the Tuba (The Manhattan Transfer) – and 90 other albums »


suspended in Bavaria
Usher in a fat contented pig
Whose every hair is hand-carved by Italian master-
craftsmen
A porcelain Michael Jackson and Bubbles in
of kings
And queens wearing crowns and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making
Records, raiding biblio-techas, I sip nectars with gods in
standing on the top and that's where I'm remaining
My brain rocks like Mr. Spock's
And any other MC's are knocked out the box
So you know where to kiss, so
to love it
Yes mother, me and wild discovery
And heard the static flock to where I sleep

By the glow of that magic box big speaker
Stereo mastered
Yeah, yo

Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
Lower Case gods bow down to the capital
G to the O to the D who be rulin'
Lowercase gods bow down to the capital
King Jesus is Lord, yo who you be
of Red Hook, I was the king of the beat box
Back when me and Mr. Ice walked around singing rock box
He was the nicest emcee in the hook on Red Hook day
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
I'm influenced
By the ghetto you ruined
That same dude
You gave nothin'
I made somethin' doin'
What I do through
And through and
I give you
dollars in
By the bodega
Iron under my coat
Feelin' braver
Doo-rag
Wrappin' my waves up
Pockets full of hope
Do not step to me
I'm awkward
I box
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King
the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone?
Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness
He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
Surely I jest,
I'm influenced
By the ghetto you ruined
That same dude
You gave nothin'
I made somethin' doin'
What I do through
And through and
I give you
[Chorus 4X: Spark 950]
We want some ice cream

[Timbo King]
Ice Cream Flavor, its sprinkles and chocolate
Spark gets nice, we heat and search
standing on the top and that's where I'm remaining
My brain rocks like Mr. Spock's
And any other MC's are knocked out the box
So you know where to kiss, so
on pushin'
Keep keep on

Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow)
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know)
keep, keep on

Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow
They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know
I'm the boss
York raw as my voice box soars I'll
Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores
Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism
People
captains
By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby
Fragile maybe, you think?
Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box
Hiding
the method
You think you do put it on the table we'll test it
You can test ours matter-fact we suggest it
You won't be let down by the King, Mr. Majestic
that half the King Killer Beez
Rap's under siege, Guyanese guns
I got European funds, my ice don't melt
Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod
And my
with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop
hip hop. [Booyea!]

On my soap box yelling into megaphones.
Killing hard rocks using carcasses as stepping stones.
Had to promise that I'd stop
the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high!

Here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz
Soon as I hold