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Disk and Dat

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

and muse, while we be munchin
Make the bass smack the face while the drums kick your chest in
Bring the (?) here for the session
Just in case I get a urge

the swamp, yeah, they got to go now
All of that shit got to go
Y’all can never leave me lone
Bitch, I’m the king of my throne
Captain Drool is in his own
Do

Vinyl record on the turn table
Cassette in the tape deck
Compact disk in the player

Turn table spinning around
Motion on the cassette track brings

Poet Laureate II

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

own home
My imagination is my own
Delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone
Wit a pen in my hand, I bring motion to the enyogram

Didn't have to realise
Just open your eyes
All these protagonists
Are blind beyond the sky
I might just take a risk
Give them a reason why
So forge

Bis vs. Rip

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your neck fucking with Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip disk
Stock versions of sick verses that come

dinero
Look at the score it's always 10-0
Look at my wrist it's absolute zero
10 disks, no fuss (Bow!)
10 throws, don't miss once
No discus? We disgust
You

system, he could see a bright vast concentration of stars, in the form of a disk - the centre of the Milky Way. 

He presumed his capsule was being

your gob then you go to sob while i sitting here eatting

My fish cod from the tax you paid and you're pension delayed I go make money for clay to dig

Blunt ash, I've been talking crazy
Puff pass, roll your own, you be lazy
Good gas, got my memory hazy
Look back, I done grown, shit is crazy
Women want

Tamale

Fat Joe

Dancehall Killas, Vol. 2

2005

Ketch this ketch dah one yah pon yu musical disk just ketch this 
She's ah she's ah she's ah she's ah 

She's a tamale drunk on Courvoisier
She

on the crackle from the vinyl getting pressed like
And I'll chuck it at your head right
Frisbee the disk
I get a reload from your bean when I spin it like

fire then kill your whole disk
Praying my own wish you get rich picture this
Me and Jitski stack a mill if they get a million licks
Yeah we gone get it

see
Perfect match up, I had Riley here with me
The show will have you at the edge of your seat
I start my flow right off the bat
Keep it going, it's

Man, I'm back with a drift
Ain't no one got it like this
Undermine
Under mine me
Till I  blow up
Get that platinum disk
Leonard Picasso, paint

Tamale

Mr. Vegas

Pull Up

2004

Ketch this ketch dah one yah pon yu musical disk just ketch this 
She's ah she's ah she's ah she's ah 

She's a tamale drunk on Courvoisier
She

it's killing me

Baby never trust blindly based on pure assumptions
Had you feeling brand new right until I pushed your buttons
Seems like old moves

This one's dedicated to all the hackers
Even out settle scores quick
Our disaster recovery requires even more disks
Put your bytes up, prove it

explode apart
Your death will bring me back to life

Exploding now
New elements forming
An accretion disk
Of asteroids and comets and planets
And we all are

GUARD #1:  What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers?
GUARD #2:  Well, why not?
Scene 2
MORTICIAN:  Bring out your dead!
	     Bring out your dead!

we keepin it a Hundo
Moon to a sun what's a sun to moon
When you always bring the light resurrect me out my tomb
Your words give me life and inspire me

see bout the risk
Pop in his crib like a cd-rom disk
Take all his shit or his life like a pic
I pull your card like your bitch and this trigger
You talk

Crime Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

A's, behind disk breaks
Up in the rental, pumpin mix tapes, the scale shift weight
It's either/or, I capsule your capsize, Gigantor
Thunder cats clappin

find me
Where the sign says 'Prone to flood - live at your own risk'
I'd love to see you, as long as you don't remind me
You don't like mud and you bring