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                 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
    
    You got it (10 times)
    
    
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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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