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April 21, 2010

Elliot Smith_Coast to Coast (Dylan Reider’s Part from Mind Field)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — Tags: , — bsfilmworks @ 9:27 am

(Pushy, preachy)
Last stop for a resolution
End of the line, is it confusion?
So go, go see what’s there for you
Nothing new, nothing new for you to use
I’ve got no new act to amuse you
I’ve got no desire to use you, you know
But anything that I could do
Would never be good enough for you
If you can’t help it then just leave it alone
Leave it alone
Yeah, just forget it
It’s really easy
I believe I’ll forget it too
Still you’re keeping me around
‘Til I finally drag us both down
Pulling feathers out of your hat
Yes I believe that’s where it’s at
You belong tagging along
And I belong in your zoo
So I wait for your confirmation
That you’re never gonna use your starting gun
Unless it’s me it sounds like being him just wasn’t that much fun
Anything that I could do
Would never be good enough for you
If you can’t help it then just leave it alone
Leave me alone
Yeah, just forget it
It’s really easy
I’ll just forget it too
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I’ll do what I can so you can be what you do
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
I’ll do everything I can so you can be what you do
Coast to coast
Coast to coast
Circuit rider comes every fifth Sunday
Oh my lord, I fell asleep one day
Anything that I could do
Is there anything that I could do
That someone doesn’t do for you
That someone didn’t do for you
That I’ve already done for you

lyrics from http://www.sing365.com

August 19, 2009

Beastie Boys_Sure Shot (from ‘Ill Communication’)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — Tags: , , — bsfilmworks @ 13:18 pm

클래식라임공부합시다. 요새는 인트로 오프닝 곡들 이런게 왜이렇게 좋은지.

You Can’t, You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot

I’ve Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed Like Yoo Hoo
I’m On Like Dr John, Yeah Mr Zu Zu
I’m A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee
And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey
Well, It’s The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three
If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me
I’ve Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme And
I Keep It On And On, It’s Never Quitting Time And
Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go
Never Rock The Mic With The Panty Hose
I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I’m Ready To Go
‘Cause At The Boards Is The Man They Call The Mario
Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak
To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak
I’ve Got More Action Than My Man John Woo
And I’ve Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Crew

You Can’t, You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot

Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And Bust Your Ear Drums
Listen Everybody ‘Cause I’m Shifting Gears I’m
Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And
On The Microphone I Come Correct
Timing Like A Clock When I Rock The Hip Hop
Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box
I’ve Got More Rhymes Than I’ve Got Grey Hairs
And That’s A lot Because I’ve Got My Share
I’ve Got A Hole In My Head And There’s No One To Fix It
Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I’m Thinking Too Much Sick Shit
Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes, Takes
I’ve Got To Step Back, I’ve Got To Contemplate
I’m Like Lee Perry, I’m Very
On Rock The Microphone And Then I’m Gone
I’m Like Vaughn bode, I’m a Cheech Wizard
Never Quitting, So Won’t You Listen

Oh Yes Indeed, It’s Fun Time
‘Cause You Can’t, You Won’t And You Don’t Stop
MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot

I Want To Say a Little Something That’s Long Overdue
The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through
To All The Mothers And The Sisters A And The Wives And Friends
I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End
Well You Say I’m Twenty Something And Should Be Slacking
But I’m Working Harder Than Ever And You Could Call It Macking
So I’m Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V.
I’m Still Iistening To Wax, I’m Not Using The CD
I’m That Kid In The Corner
All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I’m Gonna
Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I’m Not Quitting
Think I’m Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In
I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic
I Use A Bullshit Mic That’s Made Out Of Plastic
To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations
Like Ma Bell, I’ve Got The Ill Communications

(Chorus)

July 28, 2009

Dilated Peoples_Work the Angles (From ‘The Platform’)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — Tags: — bsfilmworks @ 16:27 pm

{*DJ Revolution scratches “Dilated Peoples”*}

[Chorus: Dilated Peoples]
I work the angles sharp and precise
Dilated Peoples so you better build twice
{*”Act like ya know, not now but right now”*}
{*”Dilated Peoples..”*}

“The name is Iriscience”

[Iriscience]
I go through rivers (what?) so I don’t leave a scent
I travel both directions but leave one set of prints
It’s just a little trick, of the indigenous
Develop inner visions of what religion is
I caught the understanding and the underhanded
I plan to build my ship and man it to another planet
Under heavy surveillance, many different agents
Some are camouflaged, others are very blatant
I study weapon systems and vocal fighting forms
I’m many moves ahead, the thouhgts are highly formed
Like time times time times time is time squared
Went there, sayin “Rakaa you don’t rhyme fair”
But I never dummy lyrics and they kick it to my people
It’s about communication not a rappers ego
Messages I sneak in they seem to seep in
Mixed with alcohol and weed on the weekend
Shared among friends like various sins
One day it clicks it’s no longer dim
Time release capsules humble the headstrong
Your thoughts of takin me head on are dead wrong

[Chorus]

[Evidence]
{*”Evidence”*} It’s the master of Aikido
I let go, Karate confrontations
Evidence scientist in innovation
I locks on when I travels around planets
Smooth but got a rough edge like Wurlitzer pianists
Display mucho attack, receive payments for the cadence
A in this, you get fit fowl with flagrance
Free agents on the dotted line more hard to sign
Not easily impressed with gold mines and whole nines
I’m somewhere in-between never rushed and in a hurry
And when I swing my bat I don’t think I’ll miss like baseball
Fury the jury’s hung, from verdict and got no chance
Dilated comes first the rest are second like Stu Lance
Oh yes it gets better everyday
The A-1, is my mind on vintage display?
Unattended in this case
(The Ace two steps ahead)
Everyday is Mayday and best friends are Feds
But I know this that’s why they closest
In a crisis situation you negotiate first
I’m perfectly focused
Strategic and in a zone
It was radar detected but my speed was unknown
Anonymity, that’s my key to survival
Ev is not for Evidence it’s for Ev dense on trial
Just remember in this game it takes two to tango
Don’t go to them let them come to you
And work the angles

[Chorus]

June 18, 2009

KRS-One_Stop the Violence (From ‘By All Means Necessary’)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — Tags: — bsfilmworks @ 16:06 pm

요새 왜 이렇게 옛날 가사들이 귀에 팍팍 꽂히는지 모르겠습니다. 1988 BDP released!

Worldwide BDP are the freshest!
Worldwide! Worldwide! Worldwide!

One two three, the crew is called BDP
and if you want to go to the tip top
stop the violence in hip-hop, Y-O

Time and time again, as I pick up the pen
as my thoughts emerge, these are those words
I glance at the paper to know what’s going on
someone’s doing wrong, the story goes on
Mary Lue’s just?had a baby someone else decapitated
the drama of the world shouldn’t keep us so frustrated
I look, but it doesn’t coincide with my books
social studies when I speak upon political crooks
It’s just the presidents, and all the money they spent
all the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate
They?create missiles, my family’s eating gristle
then they get upset when the press blows the whistle
Of course the main profiles are kept low
you temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled
Not only newspapers, but every single station
you only get to hear the president is on vacation
But ehrm, stay calm, there’s no need for alarm
You say “good bye” to your mom, and you’re off to Vietnam
You shoot to kill, come back and you’re a veteran
but how many veterans are out there pedaling?
There’s no telling, ’cause they continue selling
As quiet as it’s kept, I won’t go into depth
You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya.
Now I take a look, I say “USA for Africa?!”

Huh.
What’s the solution, to stop all this confusion?
Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you’re using
Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation
we fight inflation, yet the president’s still on vacation

BDP posse!
I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP
And if you wanna go to the tip top
stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O

This might sound a little strange to you
well here’s the reason I came to you
We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence
Cause real bad boys move in silence
When you’re in a club, you come to chill out
not watch someones blood just spill out
That’s what these other people want to see
another race fight endlessly
You know we’re being watched, you know we’re being seen
Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop
But I won’t drop
not I or Scott LaRock
Now here is the message that we bring today:
hip-hop will surely decay
if we as a people don’t stand up and say:
“Stop the violence!”
“Stop the violence!”
“Stop the violence!”
“Stop the violence!”
“Stop the violence!”

I say: one two three, the crew is called BDP
And if you wanna go to the tip top
stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O

BDP and me
we step into the party top celebrity
Say when we’re coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee
Cause that’s where we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody
I know I’m from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse
I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I
Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat
Sometimes I’m in a Mercedes and sometimes I’m in a plain
Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train
Some people look at me and see negativity
some people look at me and see positivity
But when I see myself I see creativity
So if I can create, well then I make some money
Sha man, just put your hands up if you’re out here gettin’ paid
Sha man, just put your hands up if you’re out here gettin’ paid
One two three, the crew is called BDP
And if you wanna go to the tip top
stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y-O

January 16, 2009

She Wants Revenge_Us (MJ’s Part#3 from ‘Fully Flared’)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — bsfilmworks @ 13:32 pm

?Late last night I was looking through pictures
Flooded with memories I lie on the floor
And spread them around me like friends at a party
There faces remind me of all that I’ve known
Still I can’t forget all the hushed who and why’s.
All the fiction and lies and the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past you and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called us

?Late last night I was pacing the hallway
Reading the letters you’d signed x and o
I turned out the lights and imagined you with me
I tried my hardest to cry but it just wouldn’t come
Still I can’t forget all the hushed who and why’s
All the fiction and lies all the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past
You and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called us
All the hushed who and why’s
All the fiction and lies all the tears and the laughs
Take a walk through the past, you and I hand in hand
As we look at this thing called trust

July 26, 2008

The Game ‘Compton’ (from Doctor’s Advocate)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — Tags: — bsfilmworks @ 23:16 pm

{“Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie..”}
Nigga nigga nigga I’m from

[Chorus]
(Compton, Compton, Compton)
It’s the home of America’s gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The {“Gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
The {“Gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
Where the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killin
And them niggaz hold it down like black guerillas, where
The {“Gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
The {“Gangsta boogie”} – nigga nigga nigga I’m from (Compton)

[The Game]
Yeah, The Game on fire, check the gold wires
Hip-Hop on lock like some muh’fuckin pliers
Me and Will.I.Am yeah we take niggaz higher
Niggaz talkin shit get your fuckin mouth wired
Walkin through Compton, Eazy still alive
Raider hat to the back throw your dubs in the sky
My flowetry wicked, sit back while I kick it
And do it like Dre did it, N.W.A. did it
I cook crack like the first nigga that ever bought a brick
from a ese, nigga I could write an essay
About all the gangsta niggaz that I seen lowridin
In they Che-vys with a bitch ridin shotgun reppin L.A.
Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco
My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo
Sittin in a low-low, on chrome spinners
Nobody drop nuttin this winter, nigga I’m from

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Nigga I smoke chronic, ain’t shit changed
since Young MC and Eazy-E was rappin, “We All in the Same Gang”
Some niggaz chain hang, other niggaz gangbang
I do both cause I’m the king of the motherfuckin West coast
Kick the door open, Will let’s go
Flow like Esco’, New York niggaz say I’m the best yo
Hard like Timbos, blowin on indo
Niggaz try to play me get stretched out like a limo
I was shoppin crack when Dre was bangin my demo
And all you old niggaz is washed up like N.O.
Don’t take it the wrong way, I got love for my kinfolk
Can I get a moment of silence Will bang the instrumental
.. I spit for my niggaz in the line-up
that’ll never see the sun again, so I close my blinds up
First album sold ‘em out, Impalas rolled ‘em out
Cause the whole motherfuckin world wanna know about

[Chorus] – 2X

[The Game]
Welcome to the city of G’s
Where we eat fried chicken, rice, and black-eyed peas
Fans got us in-the-scope/Interscope, like Jimmy Iovine
Cause we +Ruthless+, like Will before the +Black Eyed Peas+
Fuck all rappers, look at all the hate I see
I’m sick, you can’t get rid of me, I’m HIV
Nigga get another job, hip-hop is not hirin
I’m the reason Dre feel comfortable retirin
I just might put out “Detox” myself
Smoke so much, I check in detox myself
One man army, took out Reeboks myself
Fortyfive in my khakis gotta watch my health
I’m so hard nigga, glock 17 quick draw nigga
Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor
All black khaki suit, all black Converse
Nigga I’ma keep on stompin comin +Straight Outta+

[Chorus] – 2X

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Originally Posted on 2008/04/18

Rakim ‘Guess Who’s Back’ (from The 18th Letter)

Filed under: LYRICS STUDY — Tags: — bsfilmworks @ 23:14 pm

“Once again back is the incredible” –> Chuck D

Yeah, yeah
It’s the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make ‘em clap to this
DJ’s throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
Hip-Hop’s embedded, before I said I wouldn’t let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I’d be forced to rock
Dancefloors just stop, the spot’s scorchin’ hot
Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars
while I admire midas, with more vision than TV’s
I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin; track
Rockin’ jams by popular demand, I’m back

*chorus*
I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
When it drop you know it’s jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it’s world reknowned
And I rock New York City all year around

Check it out
It’s on so you can swerve when it’s heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style
from the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer
I’m in effect, quicker than medicines in China
Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in
and take a toke then, mental planes start floatin’
Hot science is smokin’ altitudes cause chokin’
Product is hypnotic you’re soakin’ and still smokin’
Showin’ better scenes than grams of amphetamines
Plans to scheme, means I’ll forever fiend
Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin
I’ma move crowds to 2000

*chorus*

Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance
Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7′s in my head
In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find you’ll need philosophers and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin’ this
Some of the things that I know, will be in your next Bible
When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes
align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic

*chorus* 2X
“Once again, back is the incredible” –> Chuck D
Word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back, yaknahmean?
“Rakim Allah” –> Rakim
Till death do us part
“Once again, back is the incredible” –> Chuck D
It’s on
“Rakim Allah” –> Rakim
*CD sample, *Ra sample in sequence to 3:50
“Once again back is the incredible
The incredible, the incredible
The incredible…
Once again back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the incredible…” –> Chuck D

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Originaly Posted on 2008/04/18

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