Microphone Fiend

Yo, I was a fiend (what ugh) before I became a teen (yo)

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"

They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small

Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab

So then I had all the rhymes I had (uh huh)

One after the other one, then I make another one (whooo)

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done

I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine

But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?

I'm raging, rippin’ up the stage and

Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and

Thought of, Cos it's sort of...an addiction,

Magnetized by the mixing

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

But back to the problem, I gotta habit,

You can't solve it, you silly rabbit

The prescription is a hyper tone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like heroine

Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness?

Beware, it's the reanimator!

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

An assassinator, if the people ain't stepping

You see a part of me that you never seen

When I'm fiending for a microphone,

Cause I take it to the maximum, I can't relax see,

I'm hyper as a hypochondriac

'Cause the rap be one-Hell of a antidote,

Something you can't smoke

More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke

More than cracked up, you should have backed up

For those who act up need to be more than smacked up

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly (x5)

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated (x6)

Cause I'm in E-F-F-E-C-T

A smooth operator operating correctly

Pistol Grip Pump

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

I was raised in the hood called what the difference

The brothers in the hood be Chivalrous

So I rest defense on my ligaments

Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin’ it

Full life living it, never giving it back

Too late for slipping, so slack up

On my lap it’s on your lips so track shot

A steel dick more clip for pump but

All I’m saying there ain’t no question who the man is

In my civic or in this show biz

I drill the fool, kill the fool

Come on what you say?

I think I can take care of all you muthafuckas don't delay right away

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right?

Cause tricks be out for your blindside

Never understood it, but remember I showed you

That in these times you gotta look over your shoulder, strap

Well that ain’t nothin' but the intent of gettin’ high

And a cop giving you shit for just passing you by

If you’re ever in trouble or on the double best to call your pals

You ain't got no class sucka

I've got a new new style?

Are we getting along? We family, we better be

We got your back, we got your back kid

Just don’t be pointing one of them guns, all right man

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)

They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can’t be fucking with mine

Kick Out The Jams

We gotta kick 'em out

Well I feel pretty good

And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby

'Cos we all got in tune

When the dressing room got hazy

I know how you want it,

Hot, sweet, and tight

The girls can't stand it

When you're doing it right

When they're up on the stand

Let me kick out the jams,

Kick out the jams

We gotta kick 'em out!

And I'm startin' to sweat

And my shirt's all wet

What a feelin' now baby

And the sound that abounds and

Resounds and rebounds straight off of the ceiling

You gotta have it, baby

You can't do without

Get that feelin'

Gotta kick them out

Put that mic in my hand

And let me kick out the jams

Kick out the jams

We gotta kick 'em out!

Alright, Alright, Alright

Gotta get enough

You know you can't get enough?????

'Cos it gets in your brain and a leapin' frenzy????

It drives you insane, makes you crazy

A wig on the guitar and a crash on the drums

We're gonna keep on rockin' 'till the morning comes

Let me be who I am

And let me kick out the jams

Yeah, kick out the jams

We gotta kick 'em out

Renegades of Funk

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now

We're the renegades in this atomic age

This atomic age of renegades

We're the renegades in this atomic age

This atomic age of renegades

Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece

On down through the middle Ages

Planet earth kept going through changes

And then The Renaissance came and tides continued to change

Nothing stayed the same, there were always renegades

Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Payne

Like Martin Luther King, Malcolm X

They were renegades of their time and age

So many renegades

We're the renegades of funk

From a different solar system many many galaxies away

We are the force of another creation

A new musical revelation

And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen

And grove from land to land, seeking electronic jams

Like Zulu

Revelations

Destroy our nations

Now renegades are people with their own philosophies

They change the course of history

Everyday people like you and me

We're the renegades, we are the people with our own philosophies

We change the course of history

Everyday people like you and me

We're the renegades of funk

Poppin', shockin', rockin' with a side of hip-hop

Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'

You know we're poppin', shockin', with a side of hip-hop

Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'

Poppin', sockin', rockin' with a side of hip-hop

Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin'

We're the renegades of funk

We're teachers of the funk

And not an ????? Topic

We're blessed with the Force and the sight of electronics

With the bass, and the treble

The horns and our vocals

You know every time we pop into the beat we get fresh

Come on!

Ugh!

Come on!

There was a time when our music

Was something called a mean street beat

People would gather from all around

To get down to the bass

So you had to be a renegade those days

To take a man on the dance floor

Say jam sucka

Jam sucka

Say jam sucka

Jam sucker

Say groove sucka

Grove Sucka

Now groove sucka

Grove Sucka

Say dance sucka

Dance sucka

Say dance sucka

Dance sucka

Say move sucka

Move sucka

Now move sucka

Move sucka

(Repeat)

(Echoed)

We're the renegades of funk (funk)

We're the renegades of funk (of funk, of funk, of funk)

Beautiful World

It's a beautiful world we live in

A sweet romantic place

Beautiful people everywhere

The way they show they care

Makes me want to say

It's a beautiful world

Oh a beautiful world

For you

It's a wonderful time to be here

It's nice to be alive

Wonderful people everywhere

The way they comb their hair

Makes me want to say

It's a wonderful place

Oh what a wonderful place

For you, for you,

Not me

I'm Housin'

Coolin' on the scene like a horse in a stable

A brother got ill and tried to snatch a phatt cable

I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing

I punched him in the jaw with the phatt gold ring

I had an ace in the hole when it came to that

Yo Z you was packin' you know I was strapped

Posse kept rollin' it was hard to get with 'em

So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim

They kept coming, just like I figured

So I stepped back, and started sprayin' niggas

What a way to go out, out like a sucker

But I'm on track, like a Long Island train

That can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing

Always on my jock like a snake always hissing

Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Van dross

Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast

Givin' best wishes to the best MC

And when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me

'Cos I'm housin'

Because I'm housin

Ugh!

Because I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cos I'm housin'

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cos I'm housin'

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

Coolin’ at a party, no better yet disco

Head feelin' mellow from a bottle of Cisco

Move...

To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco

Gimme the cue, check one two

Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo

You treatin' me the Z to the D, like a stepchild

Let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul

MC's, you know who you are

On the bandwagon Why Z? 'Cos your a star

This is the year when the joker's are wild

When a fag can't hack it and try to bite your style

I get hip to the scheme, before it happens

If it gets wild, then I start cappin'

But for now, since everything's calm

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cos I'm housin'

Because I'm housin'

C'mon

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cos I'm housin'

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

'Cos I'm housin'

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

Because I'm housin

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

Because I'm housin'

Relate to the matter ('Cos I'm housin')

Relate To THE matter ('Cos I'm housin')

'Cos I'm housin'

In My Eyes

You tell me you like the taste

You just need an excuse

You tell me it calms your nerves

You just think it looks cool

You tell me you want to be different

You just change for the same

You tell le it's only natural

You just need the proof

Did you fucking get it?

It's in my eyes

And it doesn't look that way to me in my eyes

You tell me that nothing matters

You're just fucking scared

You tell me that I’m better

You just hate yourself

You tell me that you like her

You just wish you did

You tell me that I make no difference

At least I'm fuckin' trying

What the fuck have you done?

It's in my eyes

And it doesn't look that way to me in my eyes

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Hey don't miss out on what you're passing,

You're missing the hoota of the funky Buddha,

Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked

So come on as I start to kick it,

Cos we're like the outlaws striding, suckers are hiding,

Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'

Hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some putos

Acting kind of loco I'm just another local

Kid from the street getting paid for my vocals.

Here is something you can't understand,

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand,

How I could just kill a man (x4)

I be doing all the dumb shit yo

Cos nothing is coming from it

I'm not gonna waste no time fucking around I got ya humming

Hard man coming at ya! Then you know I had to gat ya!

Time for some action just a fraction of friction

I got the clearance to run the interference

In to your satellite light shining a battle light

Sen got the gat and I know that we'll gat you right

Here's an example just a little sample:

How could I just kill a man

One time tried to come in my home take my chrome

I said: “yo it's on” take cover son throw your ass down

How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out

Didn't have to blast him but I did any way

Ha,ha,ha young punk had to pay

So I just killed a man

Here is something you can't understand,

How I could just kill a man (x4)

It's gonna be a long time before I finish

One of the many missions that I have to establish

To light my spliff ignite you with insight so if you ain't down

Bullshit!

Say some punk tried to get you for your auto

Would call the one time and play the role model?

No! I think you'll play like a thug

Next hear the shot of a magnum slug,

Hard man coming at ya!

Yeah you know I'm gonna gat ya.

How do you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been, understand where I'm coming from.

While you're up on the hill in your big home

I'm out here risking my dome, just for a bucket or a fast ducket,

Just to stay alive yo I got to say fuck it.

Here is something you can't understand,

How I could just kill a man. (x4)

C'mon

Here is something you can't understand,

How I could just kill a man (x8)

How I could just kill a man (x2)

The Ghost of Tom Joad

Man walks along the railroad track

He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back

The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge

Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge

The shelter line stretchin' around the corner

Welcome to the New World Order

Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest

No job, no home, no peace, no rest, NO REST!

And the highway is alive tonight

Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes

I'm sitting down here in the campfire light

Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag

The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag

He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last

In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass

With a one way ticket to the promised land

With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand

Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock

Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts

And the highway is alive tonight

Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

With the Ghost of old Tom Joad

Guitar Solo

Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy

Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries

Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air

Look for me ma'

I'll be there

Wherever some bodies strugglin' for a place to stand

For a decent job or a helpin' hand

Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free

Look in their eyes ma,

You'll see me! (Repeat 8 times)

And the highway is alive tonight

Nobody’s foolin' nobody is to where it goes

I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light

With the Ghost of Tom Joad.

Down On The Street

Ugh!

Oww!

Aight!

Down on the street where the faces shine

Floatin' around I'm a real low mind

See a pretty thing in a wall

In a wall!

Arggh!

Yeah!

Ugh!

Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love

A thousand eyes they look at you

A thousand eyes they, they look at you

Oh c'mon!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Oh c'mon!

Yeah, yeah yeah!

Oh c'mon!

Yeah, yeah yeah!

Oh c'mon!

Yeah!

Ohh!

Yeah

Where the faces shine I'm real low mind

Where the faces shine, I'm a real, real low, real low...

Oh c'mon!

Yeah, yeah yeah!

Oh c'mon!

Yeah, yeah yeah!

Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy

'Cos summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy

Tell me what can a poor boy do?

Except for Except for a rock 'n' roll band

'Cos in this sleepy L.A. town

There's just no place for street fighting man

For street fighting man

Do you think the time is right for palace revolution?

Where I live the game to play is compromise solution

Well, then what can a poor boy does?

Except for Except for a rock 'n' roll band

'Cos in this sleepy L.A. town

There's no place for a street fighting man

For street fighting man

Well what else can poor boy do?

Hey! My name is called disturbance

I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants

Well, what can a poor boy do?

Except for Except for a rock 'n' roll band

'Cos in this sleepy L.A. town

There's no place for, for a street fighting man

For street fighting man

(For street fighting man)

(Repeat 8 times)

Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

Well, I wake up in the morning.

Fold my hands and pay for rain.

I got a head full of ideas

That are drivin' me insane.

It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.

I ain't gonna work on

Nah

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

Well, he hands you a nickel.

And he hands you a dime.

He asks you with a grin

If you're havin' a good time,

Then he fines you every time you slam the door.

I ain't gonna work for

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

Well, he puts his cigar

Out in your face just for kicks

His bedroom window

It is made out of bricks.

The National Guard stands around his door.

Ah, I ain't gonna work for

Nah

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

Well, she talks to all the servants

About man and God and law

Everybody says

She's the brains behind pa.

She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.

I ain't gonna work for

Nah!

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

Well, I try my best

To be just like I am,

But everybody wants you

To be just like them

They sing while you slave and I just get bored

I ain't gonna work on

Nah!

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

Ugh!

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