Search results for 'mpc-60'

My man is on fire like the Ohio Players
Throw yo' hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me
The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound cripsy
Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere, samples is hard to find
We don't just act divine, we are
We walkin upright, you lack spine
I don't just write rhymes
I send force through pipelines to like minds
My light shine so bright it do be, vital like lifesigns
The night time is the right time for a battle so it's special
When cats don't just say your joint is hot, cats say "Yo I respect you"
Put yo' fist in the air when you hear the manifesto
You had any prior doubts to my skills?

(You must remember me)
(You must remember me)
Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know
Yo, now you know, now you know
Ayy, now you know, and if you don't know, now you know
Now you know now
Now you know, now you know, now you know, ayy
Now you know, now you know
And if you don't know, now you know

I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by the gram
If I don't know you, then you know I'm dappin' you up with the left hand
Don't nothin' come close to samplin' ill shit
Not even self-medication, no matter how good the sip
Not the best weed or the things money can buy
When I fly, your rapid programmed, feel like I can fly
Smokin' dope, listenin' to endless samples on vinyl
My flow primal, it ain't mixed, it ain't the final
But it's still ill and it still will destroy you decoys
We do this shit in real life, y'all a bunch of motherfuckin' e-boys
We do this shit for MC's, the DJ's, the B-Boys that destroy the track
Spent most of my days just tryna avoid the wack
Put it on wax, relax, count stacks, get racks, spit facts
Pop the VHS in, we ain't restin', I'm a beast
The best in the East, capiche, food for thought, this is the feast

Let it flow, let it go, you ain't know, now you know
You ain't know, now you know, you ain't know, now you-
Flow, let it go, g-, g-, g-, g-, go
You ain't know-, know-, know, now you know
Know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, you ain't know
Know-, know-, now you know
Know-, like-, now-, now you know
Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, Y-, You ain't know, you ain't know
Know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know-, know

Ayy, y'all old news (what?)

Tip Toe

DJ Quik

Street Gospel

1997

Oh, yeah, once again
Your friendly neighborhood player
Suga Free, is in this bitch, bitch
Now, I wanna break it down for my nigga, DJ Quik

The almighty, funkster
The baddest to ever touch the MPC60
Worth three thousand, you don't hear me
Clue Dogg, Blac Tone, Hi see
Droppin' some bomb shit, fo yo, ass
As we dip da, tip toe to the nine, seven

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Naw, uh, oh, bitch you done fucked up
Yeah, I took yo phone book and took a long look
At another niggas name and his neighborhood
Straight struck her

But life in a brick now, now, knew her, huh, huh, bullshit she
Took her stinky ass, come up to my parole officer and say he hit me
He'll do a violation, and she know west [Incomprehensible]
To realize only reason, that bitch work is to keep her ankles warm

I, pimpin' a padron on the first degree
I'm writin' letters to a bitch that ain't thinkin' 'bout me
But I'm a pimp, mayne, so I'ma sharpen up my twos and 'bout that
'Cause that bitch lips so big
Chopstick had to invent a spray,so, hey, fuck that

You know that player hater, he ain't got one pinball in his body
That's funny, I, I can't, can't wait, wait to, to get, get my, my money
In a real way, hey, Mr. pimp player, max superior
Drivin' that pussy in a pink Cadillac

With some of that jack, off nut colored interior
Baby, don't cry, I know he trippin'
But you were a winner
Lil' mo in my Cadillac [Incomprehensible] panties in my [Incomprehensible]

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run
Hold on, here we come
Tip toe but don't ya run

Yeah, it's Mr.

s Famous Chili - Featuring Marcus Miller, Keith Anderson & Mark Lettieri
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI)

MIXED BY: Chris Godbey at Tiki Hill: Dallas, TX
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II, Rod Steger, Phillip Lassiter at Sparks Enterprises Studio & Doc Powell
LIVE DRUMS: John Li'l John Roberts
BASS GUITAR AND VOCALS: Marcus Miller
SAXOPHONE: Keith Anderson
LEAD GUITAR: Chalmers Spanky Alford
RHYTHM GUITAR: Doc Powell
LEAD GUITAR SOLO AT THE END: Mark Lettieri
FENDER RHODES, HAMMOND B-3 ORGAN, ARP SOLINAS, HOHNER D-6 CASTLE BAR CLAVINET, ROLAND JV-2080, ROLAND JD-990, KORG M-1 & MPC-60 GHETTO BEATS: Bobby Sparks II

Schizohrenia - Featuring Hadrien Feraud & Jason JT Thomas
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Simon Novski
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI),  SIMON NOVSKI (SESAC)

MIXED BY: Nic Hard at Atlantic Sound Studios: NYC
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II & Rod Steger at Sparks Enterprises Studio: Sunnyvale, TX & Funk Rehab Lab: Mesquite, TX Ernie Wells at 8th Note Productions: Houston, TX (Barry Jackson) Matt Kenedy at Audio Dallas: Dallas, TX (analog recording of live drums) Simon Novsky: Düsseldorf, Germany and Hadrien Feraud
LIVE DRUMS: Jason JT Thomas
BASS GUITAR: Hadrien Feraud & Barry Jackson
VOCALS & STRING ARRANGEMENTS WITH SAMPLES: Simon Novski
MELLOTRON 4000, ARP ODYSSEY, OBERHEIM OBXA, MRS. POLYMOOG & MPC-60 GHETTO BEATS: Bobby Sparks II

My man is on fire like the Ohio Players

Throw your hands in the air, keep 'em there if you with me

The MPC-60 is rare, but it still sound crispy

Kicks and snares take 'em from elsewhere, samples is hard to find

We don't just act divine, we are, we walkin' upright, you lack spine

I don't just write rhymes, I send force through pipelines to like minds

My light shine so bright it do be, vital like lifesigns

The night time is the right time for a battle so it's special

When Cats don't just say your joint is hot, Cats say, "Yo, I respect you"

Put your fist in the air when you hear the manifesto

You had any prior doubts to my skills, time to let go

Hi-Tek, the beats is right beside the soundgarden

Tracks get in the vein like heroin the way heads be noddin'

Officially, people love our company like they was misery

I'm known to blast MC's with the cannon of history

Specifically the ones who forgot where they come from

So it's the light that they run from like roaches

Whenever the truth approaches

I attack the track ferocious, never lose my focus

Hold this true hip-hop, closest to my heart, and you know this

Nowadays it's hopeless and my diagnosis is

To grab the microphone and be the dopest, you can quote this

Niggaz sound like they injected with hallogen

You followin' these hollow men no honor when

You bite off more than you could chew or could be swallowin'

Sorry man, I ain't got no pity for you to wallow in

Quit hollerin' before you get stomped out with my Solomon's

All the way from Lynn Street, to [Incomprehensible]

Always bringin' you hot shit, aiyyo, we promisin'

'Dissect it on more high-tech shit computers wanna bite

Rape

Pharoahe Monch

Internal Affairs [Clean]

1999

It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face to taste it
To hell with 1980 remixes, fuck disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty
I knew she used to be gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city

Ain't fuckin' her right, ain't fuckin' her right
Ain't fuckin' her like me!

Dla wszystkich tych co mają to w sobie
Dla wszystkich tych co czują to sercem i duszą
Dla wszystkich tych co wiedzą gdzie leży prawda

Nic prostszego niż asfalt boombox i tlen
Cień drzew daje mi odpocząć kiedy tylko chcę
Bez cięć wiesz unikam szumu zdjęć tych detali
Wolę MPC 60 wrzucam dźwięk na pady
To mój sens życia azyl znaczy luz bity rap
Jeśli nie wiedziałeś zdmuchnij kurz z płyty brat
Mówię ci prosto w twarz całą prawdę jak zawsze
2009 jak chcesz to sprawdź mnie

Nie ma tego dla nas czego nie można by zrobić
Jak nie my to nasz dźwięk wszystkie okna otworzy
To na rap pomysł nawet jeśli brak nam
Czasu pieniędzy i jebanego farta

Nie ma tego dla nas czego nie można by zrobić
Jak nie my to nasz dźwięk wszystkie okna otworzy
To na rap pomysł nawet jeśli brak nam
Czasu pieniędzy i jebanego farta

Zacznij żyć daj mi bit zanim świt cię dogoni
Ganji szczyt mamy dziś jak i styl w tej harmonii
Po nim rytm gnoi tych co im błysk treść przysłonił
Ziomy pysk obić im stworzyć czyściec łakomym
Mam się tłumaczyć ze swej wiedzy?

Wczoraj ci mówiłem żebyś zmykał chłopcze
Dzisiaj prosisz o featuring mój no dobrze
Sprawdź to dzieciak teraz będę na twojej płycie na ciebie leciał
Jesteś po prostu tandeciarz komercjalny liryczny kaleka
Ej yo sprawdź to dobrze teraz mam więcej hajsu niż się tego spodziewasz
Riki Tiki Tawi to nas bawi rap bar i niunie na sali
Dupskami kręcą ladi dadi sprawdź dzieciaku ile spaliliśmy trawy
Driny też dają radę to Ortega typ który nie zna granic
Montreal 3dB Underground czego byś nie zrobił zawsze z nami przegrasz
Dla ciebie pole walki dla mnie playground spal sobie lepiej te swoje pięć gram
Wyjdę stamtąd nawet się nie pożegnam po chuj jak i tak to wszystko wielka ściema
Dzisiaj tu jeszcze jesteś jutro się wkurwię wbiję numer i już cię nie ma

Ja się z naszą kliką trzymam bo nie jestem kiepski w rymach
Chodź se zajebiemy drina whisky sprite taki klimat
Ja się z naszą kliką trzymam bo nie jestem kiepski w rymach
Chodź se zajebiemy drina whisky sprite taki klimat

Ej moment co jest zamknij się no comment
Masz ziomków przy stadionie zrobię olimpiadę wszystkim
Rządzi tu reguła szkoły skończ stopień wyższy niż jakieś chore technikum za domem
Na oponie samochodowej siedzisz jak przy stole obok śmietnik płonie
Grzejesz swoje dłonie stoisz tak nieopodal świata już koniec
Jeszcze AIDSa dodasz to będzie trochę gorzej
No i co mi teraz powiesz panie profesorze ja tu swój styl tworzę
A ty idź już może tam nawijaj o tym godle w którym biały orzeł
Image smutny twardszy jesteś hardym ziomem
Ty masz rymy nie na żarty ze słowem jak nożem
Tniesz powietrze grozą przymrużone oczka boże
Jak on się postawił jaki zajarany
Kolejny korzeń nabił wiem choć nie łażę za nim
Teraz tylko w głowie Riki Tiki Tawi yo
Tak to wszystkich nas tu bawi no
Każdy się potrafi w życiu ustawić to
Czasem nie jest łatwe lecz nie zdradzam szczegółów ziom

Ja się z naszą kliką trzymam bo nie jestem kiepski w rymach
Chodź se zajebiemy drina whisky sprite taki klimat
Ja się z naszą kliką trzymam bo nie jestem kiepski w rymach
Chodź se zajebiemy drina whisky sprite taki klimat

Jest labirynt chwili my z pozycji inni nie na eksport to na import przyjmij
Bądź prawilny coraz częściej z uśmiechem na ryjach ziomów piszemy rymy
Bity po kryjomu istota rzeczy taka nie każdy może
My zwykle mistrzem a ty trochę gorzej się przyzwyczaj do tego co się zwą ortegą
Chcesz nasz minąć kurwa wąchasz beton constant progres w tym ryje nasze dobre
Ciągły luz pcha to postęp nie wyrosłem się nie potknę stopu nie dotknę
W dolby stereo typu dopnę będzie kasa szczęście chwile piękne
Będę sobie dumał czy audi czy 7ke chata basen głowa pełna nowych haseł
Bity własne studio na wypasie MPC 60 tysiąc i dwa tysie w taką wkrętą drogie moje życie
Wszystko na winylu wypierdolony komp na głucho robię bity w nocy robię jutro
Będzie skate shop DC shoes par dwanaście luźny spodzień w wersji jasnej
Mam kaskę jak budynek azbest ten co zrywasz w Chicago będąc na wakacje
Mam talent ten co go szukasz stale moje DNA tym talentem zajebane
Mam klimat ten co go słyszysz w rymach głową bujasz jarasz się i przewijasz

Ja się z naszą kliką trzymam bo nie jestem kiepski w rymach
Chodź se zajebiemy drina whisky sprite taki klimat
Ja się z naszą kliką trzymam bo nie jestem kiepski w rymach
Chodź se zajebiemy drina whisky sprite taki klimat

Disk and Dat

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

Hit rewind, then playback
I work mega-swiftly with an S-950
Or MPC-60, so when it's fat ideas hit me
Don't fuck with beat product', head got a built in four track
Use sixteen, or twenty-four tracks if I need more tracks
Run in the vocal booth and close the door so it's soundproof
Freein my lyrics in one take if mistakes are found POOF
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?)

Rob Robinson
BACKGROUND VOCALS: Antoine Smith
HOHNER D-6 CASTLE BAR CLAVINET, HAMMOND B-3 ORGAN, PROPHET 5, OBERHEIM OBXA, ARP SOLINAS (STRING ENSEMBLE) MINIMOOG MODEL D & MPC-60 BEATS: Bobby Sparks II

Verse 1:
Let me tell you bout a girl so fine 
Take you down around Baton Rouge
She knows what she's working with
And there's no way that this girl can lose
She's got big hips and a sexy smile
I don't know just where to begin 
On a scale of 1 to 5 you would say that this girl's a 10
Cause she's

Chorus:
So Fine
She looks damn good to me
Little mama wanna show me things
That I ain't ready to see, cause she's
So Fine
Makes me wanna take a peek and see
But, how can you keep that good good 
Just between you and me
 
Verse 2:
All the fellas just want to see her walk, yeah
Have some conversation and some sexy talk
But you better be careful cause she's more than a dime
Yeah, cause if you're not careful this girl will Blow Your Mind
Cause she's

Bridge:
So fella's please believe me when I say that this girl is fine
She's so damn sexy, and looking good all the time
The first time I saw her, you know that she blowed my mind
So before you open up that door you better change your mind

По северным маршрутам 
горят минуты
Нам все похуй 
Мы как прежде скручиваем лупы

Страсть будто
 так и манит прикоснутся к звуку 
Реальность вот она 
ты протяни лишь руку 

С динамиков валит что моросит базука 
Левый берег Волги шевелит басуха 
Как у вас там у нас тут сухо 
У синяков рекой сивуха бедолагам не пера не пуха

Вроде весь такой из себя с виду спокоен как питон 
С пары щелчков жиги разъебу весь твой притон 
Для людей тонкой натуры епта сей рифмоподгон 
Mpc 500 джаз 60 фон 

В моей обойме Кеша с 10 килотонн 
Тепло пробирается в душу
Мы продолжаем верить в лучшее 
Так же как и в мир над головой 

Хип хоп укажет ровный путь домой
И я ногою был за чертой
А ты следи ка лучше за собой 
Комнатный герой 
Хапай  пары Телеэфира и прочих параной

Йо че сторонник бляцкой рутины
По лабиринтам бытовухи как паук на паутине
Среди океана суеты я на плотине 
Каждой твари по паре и пизды каждой скотине 

Этот звук уже в твоём бокале 
Свежевыжетой оболочкой нынешней реали
С хуяли я должен делать че то как мне сказали 
Кто вы идите ка на хуй мы вас не звали 

Ебашу белый реп раскрашенный углями 
Это как выйти в лес за грибами 
С шашкою тротила 
Главное чтоб на четверых хватило
Да не обращать внимания на лай собак

В рамках лишь солнечной системы 
Подумай Прожигаешь ли ты фитилёк с теми
Не чего не забывают стены 
Пусть идёт нахуй своему коню констебль
Будь прям как стебель по жизни

You ain't fuckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't fuckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't fuckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't fuckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
Yo Side Effect is Hella proper
I take my shirt off, twist it round your head then I spin you like a helicopter
That ain't a diss I'm just playing with words
I'm just giving niggas something that y'all niggas ain't heard
I be skilladel reppin it, mics I be wreckin it
Side Effect, I'm the shit, you don't wanna step in it
But if you want beef I bring the cattle home
My style be rougher than niggas on Battle Dome
Side come with flows you ain't never seen son
MPC60? sound like a damn machine gun
Spittin out kicks and snares and chopped samples
My words come in herds and you just got trampled
Anything you write, I'ma top it, any topic
Rap over Big Beat and make it microscopic
So basically you don't wanna mess with me
I'm hotter than a porn star with a STD
Messing up the industry for everybody that I fuck with
Represent it, independent, underground rough shit
Gimme a mic you wanna battle me right
I'm tight like the livest club on Saturday night 
You ain't fuckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't fuckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't fuckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Yo you ain't fuckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
I'm from the twenty one five, the two fifteen
I'ma skilladel rep on my jawn, yahmean
Got the best DJ's, rippin the beat breaks
Fly ass women and chicken cheesesteaks
I'm like Just Ice my style is kool and deadly
I got a hustle different from Cool C and Steady
But still I set it off in my own damn way
Jack, your shit is wack you should sell Amway
Or maybe Herbalife or maybe Avon
The way I rhyme I get more love than Faizon
Check my polished form, had skills since I was knowledge born
Now I'm twenty seven tighter than a college dorm
As I get older I get better
I leave that nigga folded like a sweater
If it got to do with cheddar than I'm like whatever
Let's get to it, let's do it, let's get it on
If you know the motherfuckin chorus please sing along
You ain't fuckin with Side
That's what your girl be telling you
You ain't fuckin with Side
What you tryna tell me, you smell me, you know how I do
You ain't fuckin with Side
That's what your crew be telling you
Man you ain't fuckin with Side
I thought you knew, thought you know, but you didn't, now you do
It's all good, it's Terrence Wood, call me T-Dub
I'll turn this little tight club into fight club
You go to work the next day with black eyes and bruises
They be like what happened?

とか言えねぇよ
だから指にはめるゴムつけてよ
It's like a コンドーム いつになるか今度
Three hundred and sixty-five日分
次の誕生日にプレゼントするよ

いやぁ 嬉しいけどさぁ 俺は

心配だ 相方の健康面
その喉の可能性無限当然
ずっとマイク持って永遠挑戦
だから心配その扁桃腺
毎日ラップ第一
いつでも家族仲間大事に
その気になれば想像で行けるワイキキ
そんなんずっとじゃ廃人に
朝起きて即リリック考える
ペンにノート消しゴム携帯半ライス
眩しくなくてもすかさずサングラス
辞書出しもくもくと時間つなぐ
大丈夫かな？

Biggie and Pac died 
Saving our lives
When freedom was all a dream 
Gang Signs & thug life 

Raw rugged raps
Dat tapes and secret tracks 
Vinyl record crate diggin, 
Ayo DJ bring it back

When the highlight of the day
Was spitting in a cypher 
Swapping hands on the court 
Free styling proving who nicer 

Playin NBA jams
Kday on the Boombox 
Dubbin cassette tapes 
Mixtapes that we all rock 

Bob ya head 
Side to side 
Left to right 
Feelin the vibe 

Gremlins on our CRT
Magnavox 
Tv screen

Copped the 60 for 60 
Sell in’ dreams on my street 

Customer was short
Akai & I first meet

Finger drumming her pads 
Testin’ the sensitivity 

Konami code pattern 
Rapidly repeated gradually
Chop it, mix it, master it 
But don’t forget her batteries 
Portability to climax in while another galaxy

Hip hop 
Was built 
On the MPC 


Bob Ya head 
Side to side 
Left to right 
Feeling the vibe 


Legendary 
Some would say
A pioneer 
With game play

Innovative, creative 
While you copy and paste 

Fake it till you make it
The real grind hard

Invincible effort you're putting in
Starting to show dawg

To the bank I’m laughing 

Counting all my blessings 
Stepping on your funky toes 
In the process 

My Confidence is offensive 
For all of those who lack it
Studying my lyrics on YouTube In closed captions 

Damn

Biggie and Pac died 
Saving our lives
when freedom was all a dream 
Gang Signs & thug life 

Raw rugged raps
dat tapes and secret tracks 
vinyl record crate diggin, 
ayo DJ bring it back

When the highlight of the day
Was spitting in a cypher 
Swapping hands on the court 
free styling proving who nicer 

playin NBA jams
kday on the Boombox 
Dubbin cassette tapes 
Mixtapes that we all rock 

Bob ya head 
side to side 
Left to right 
Feelin the vibe 

Gremlins on our crt
magnivox 
tv screen

Copped the 60 for 60 
Sell in’ dreams on my street 

Customer was short
Akai & I first meet

finger drumming her pads 
testin’ the sensitivity 

Konami code pattern 
Rapidly repeated gradually
Chop it, mix it, master it 
But Don’t forget her batteries 
Portability to climax in while another galaxy

Hip hop 
was built 
on the MPC 


Bob ya head 
side to side 
Left to right 
Feelin the vibe 


Legendary 
some would say
a pioneer 
With game play

Innovative, creative 
While you copy and paste 

fake it til you make it
The real grind hard

invincible effort you putting in
Starting to show dawg

To the bank I’m laughing 

counting all my blessings 
stepping on your funky toes 
in the process 

My Confidence is offensive 
For all of those who lack it
Studying my lyrics on YouTube In closed captions 

Damn

Είναι η στιγμή του καλλιτέχνη αποτέλεσμα της ζωής
Για να μην μπερδευτείς δεν ακούς τον καλλιτέχνη της στιγμής
Δεν είμαι τυχαία στο κέντρο της σκηνής
Είσαι ημιμαθής και πατάω τέτοια beats για να εκπαιδευτείς
Έχω τις κινήσεις για το biz λατρεύουνε το flow
Και εγώ τις κινήσεις για το show
Τσικαπάου έχω το know how
Δεκάδες έργα κάνω το strain του Killa Hill
Cappadonna milk this cow
Ποτέ δεν ξεχνάω τι σκατά πέρασα και που πρέπει να πάω
Δεν μπορώ δεν γίνεται ακόμα πονάω
Αλλά το διαχειρίζομαι
Κερδίζω ακόμη και όταν ζορίζομαι
Εξαπλώνομαι και δεν περιορίζομαι
Με την καμία και πόσο μάλλον απ'την κοινωνία
Είναι τόσο διαφορετικό τους προκαλώ αγνωστοφοβία
Της άλλαξα μυαλό μια νύχτα από τον Λυκαβηττό
Βγήκα απ'το σχολείο που δεν με αφήνει να εκτεθώ
Ιστορία ο Φιλαδελφιώτης προπονήθηκε στην Νέα Ιωνία
P.H.A.T. στα ηχεία κρατάμε τον ήχο από το χέρι
Αυτό είναι Ηχοκρατορία
Συνθέτουμε στο μέλλον με αρμονία
Απλά συνθέτουμε με lease και συνθέτουμε δρομείς
Κατοχύρωσα τα πνευματικά μου δικαιώματα ένα πρωί στα Elis
Μα και πριν όλα τα έργα ήταν γνήσια

Hey ήμουν Indie πριν από τους Day
Και δίνω 60 μέτρα Copalia και τα 60 κάνουνε δουλειά
Με επηρέασε ακραία ο ξαδελφός μου με το τζαζ πιάνο
Μα για ότι κάνω ευθύνονται ο θείος Al και ο Marciano
Άλλη μία roll the dice
Διαμόρφωσα την άποψη μου απ'τους μπάφους του Sean Price
Είμαι so nice όπως ο G με το ice όπως ο Plug στο MPC και CBH με το SP
Έχεις μείνει πίσω IDC η γλώσσα σου ροδάνι
Yo ALT-C η άλλη μου εκδοχή Ένα Δύο LTC
Στα view ICS Philadelphia I-M-C
Είστε ράπερ είμαι MC
Το αφήνω να το σκεφτεί θολώνει και αγχώνεται
Οι λεπτομέρειες χαόνεται
Δε χρειάζεται σε θέματα που δεν γνωρίζετε μην πλατιάζετε
Μπαίνετε φουσκωμένοι μα αδιάζεται
Δεν χρειάζεται να εκνευρίζεστε και να αρπάζεστε
Σκεφτείτε τις μαλακίες που ασπάζεστε
Απελευθερώστε το μιλήστε
Πάμε παρακάτω προχωρήστε
Βρείτε εσάς πριν αποφασίσετε τι είστε
Μπέσα κανείς δεν σε'χει βάλει πιο βαθιά μέσα
Πληρώνουμε τα λάθη μας ζητάμε ρέστα
Με την ίδια αυτοπεποίθηση πληρωνόμαστε από την διακίνηση των έργων

When the summer dropped

When the summer dropped
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
Spinners on it, plus hydraulics (when the summer dropped)
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no fuckin' options (yeah, when the summer dropped)

I'm in my other drop, from beanies to buckets
A hundred bucks in my Polo socks
Remember when summer dropped, we was at Uncle's spot
Three niggas with nothin' to do but wrestle and slap box
Back when the summer dropped, you would cut me from practice
By ninth grade, my three-sixty waves were splashin'
Savin' up the cash to get some FUBU, that's Platinum
Fat Boy with braces, A1's and glasses
When the summer dropped, I wanted to make beats and rap
My big brother said I need a MPC for that
Next summer, I was cookin' up an Easter batch
Egg salad sandwiches, I used to fiend for that (when the summer dropped)
I got cash, then blew it, then hopped back
Onto it, I guess I'm goin' overseas for that

When the summer dropped
Pussy poppin' where the churches pentecostic
Candy painted, new Impala
Spinners on it, plus hydraulics (when the summer dropped)
Niggas knockin' sweatshirts, pickin' pockets
Mall hoppin', rental coppin'
We ain't got no fuckin' options (uh, when the summer dropped)

I worked at the barbershop
I swept up the hair from under the chair, couldn't talk a lot (when the summer dropped)
I saved up the whole summer, that's how I got school clothes
I bought some Puma's and some fake chains, that was fools gold
My nigga, what you know about those hot summers?

Time
What is time
(What is time)
What is space
(What is space)
We don't know
What happens when we're erased
(When we're erased)
Where's the place
(Where's the place)
That we go
(That we go)
When we go
(When we go)
Where is it
(Aye)
Who are we
(Who)
How is it
(How)
You and me
(Me)
L, L , L, L
L , L , L , L
L, L , L ,L
L, L, L
Yeah
L what the hell
I can't even tell
How the fuck we got here
I didn't ring a bell
I do not remember last year
Cause I couldn't tell
Where the fuck I was
I don't know
Years later
Come to find out it was my mom's belly bro
(Aye)
And l gotta believe so
(Aye)
It's so weird how this life go
(Aye)
We just come in find a flow
Get a groove
Make some moves
Yea we win
Yea we lose
Then we all got to go
We can't choose oh no no
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Time
What is time
(What is time)
What is space
(What is space)
We don't know
What happens when we're erased
(When we're erased)
Where's the place
(Wheres the place)
That we go
(That we go)
When we go
(When we go)
Where is it
(Aye)
Who are we
(Who)
How is it
(How)
You and me
(Me)
L, L, L, L
L, L, L, L
L, L, L, L
L, L, L
I just got a boost
Not talking booster
I'm up like the rooster
My mind is my muse
MPC is the transducer
I'm my own producer
I just made this beat in 30 minutes
Wrote the song after 45
(Yeah)
Recorded it in 60 minutes
Bounced the song
Then I took a drive
(Yeah)
Put the volume up exactly to 39
(Yeah)
It's a vibe
It's a vibe
It's a vibe
(Yeah)

Step in the Time Machine
Close up your eyes and dream
(You know it feels like yesterday)

Step in the Time Machine
Open your mind and dream
(You know it ain't so far away)

Where I grew up, rock's the religion 
Hip hop is where I'm living (YOLO)
I came to rip a verse and spit a bad guitar solo
The weight of the world, my arm's swollo
I wish I could have rocked the Kan' polo but Dad demanded it was denim
Abandoned it for 7 years, handed it to Kevin
Take the 58 and let me handle the 3rds, the 5ths flow, can't remember the words 
When we hit the stage first every member a blur
(And then the return)
Step up to a 7b and levitate
Lemony could never pen this heavenly with hella fate
Elevate the session to a felony, it's leather face
And if you're faster than your friends you set a better pace
That's a metaphor for the cheddar chase
Nobody ever met somebody with better taste
Matter fact, wake the DJ up and adjust your radio dial if we break up

Now I can't find any other religion that makes me feel this way 
I get by with a little decision that things are gonna be OK 
I keep thinking about yesterday 
I'm trying to live my best today 
But all I see is good times in the past

Step in the Time Machine
Close up your eyes and dream
(You know it feels like yesterday)

Step in the Time Machine
Open your mind and dream
(You know it ain't so far away)

Far away
Far away
Far away
Seems a million miles away

All I see is blinking lights
AC 30's and 57's 
808s, acrolytes, the 60's evans
1176's LA's to gently squeeze these Les Pauls and MPCs and send me please
Back in time so I can find the 70s where i belong and spread these dreams
I gotta find the way back
To the place I never stayed at
Go 'head and

Step in the Time Machine
Close up your eyes and dream
(You know it feels like yesterday)

Step in the Time Machine
Open your mind and dream
(You know it ain't so far away)

Run a 30, he earned it,
cnd everything was okay,
But nowadays, I drink a 40,
Make the pain go away.
cnd with 50 I'll be missed,
The life got harder with age,
60, hard in the grave,
70, the grandkids see their father buried
Next to me, hope they'll be smarter one day,
But shit gets harder with age,
I hope they find my MPC in the garage,
Spend more time with their Mama,
Hope they never ever stop
Chasing dreams and chasing love
On god
That's is all I ever want
Yuh

Luckily this ain't me yet
Just turned 21 tonight
Maybe I can do it right
Live a life so alive,
I make everybody thrive
In my tribe

This just the beginning

Just the beginning


That's fantastic, you're just in a room
Practising magic, ain't even got adlibs,
No I need you to feel this flow,
Looking for a different address,
One with many plants at the window
Full of madness
In the living room, a microfone,rolling, spitting,
Mixing, playin Yu-Gi-Oh!

All my cards on the table, I ain't ever folding
(No, no)
My MPC making beats releasing Serotonin
(Yeah)
Yeah, my umbrella is my music
Shielding me from rainy days and feeling useless
Find your thing even if there's no money in your pockets
Pick your head up, you've got this
You've got this
(Let's go!)

Microphone check el puto Shovel te la volvió a hacer, himnos en ritmos niños pasan lija, flipo con la MPC, nene qué querés que diga? Si crecimos solos sin plan b, bompeando J Dilla
Microphone check el puto Shovel te la volvió a hacer, himnos en ritmos niños pasan lija, flipo con la MPC, nene qué querés que diga?

Ya no confío en pillos que nunca fueron most wanted
Ya confío en rapers que no quieren ser MCs
Todos dicen que sueno viejo 
Y ya no sé si me critican o me halagan
Se torcieron como un disco que le da directo el sol
Al principio qué dolor
Eso ya no suena igual así sea linda la caja
Adivine quién llego pa' apretar el beat
Volteando samples como backflip, sin miedo
En donde toque la voy a seguir
Les hice un disco en NYC y otro en Villavicencio
Que los verdes se dejen venir
Pa' ver el rancho convertido en el búnker del ritmo
Tener a la familia como hemos querido
Arreglar la 60firmada por Preemo

Yeah
Para todos mis beatmakers de Colombia
Que Dios bendiga sus samples
Que no nos caigan abogados ni vigilantes
Ruzto en el puto beat

(How many know about crate diggin'?)