Thursday, July 17, 2008

EPMD - Strictly Business



EPMD - Strictly Business

Try to answer to the master on the mc rap artists
No joke I on the lyric it's hard to be modest
I knew i was the man with the master plan
To make you wiggle and jiggle like gelatin
Just think while I sing and to the brain structure
Don't sleep on the e -- 'ya see, something might rupture
I don't take time for me to blow your mind
It takes a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind
So just lounge 'cause you're a mc clown
Or join the circus EPMD is in town

Total chaos no mass confusion
Rhymes so hypnotizing known to cause an illusion
Like a magician who draws a rabbit out a hat, son
I'm drawin' more, like a 44-magnum
MC's please stop, look, and listen and try to imagine
It's travellin' the speed of light, but everything' motion it's frightening
Plus the thought of you alone
You now enter the dimension called the twilight zone
You're terrified plus you can't bear the thought
You and I one-on-one in the land of the lost
You start to shiver then you scream, my friend
You wake up, muttley, because you're dreamin' again
Next time I'm on the scene do not try to diss us
Keep your mouth suckered up, because I'm strictly business

This is the rap season when the E starts pleasin'
Girls around the world no need to be skeezin'
When i roll I stroll, cool always pack a 2
Just in case a brother acts a fool
I've got the energy to put the girlz in a frenzy
Put a shock when i rock even though I'm not stingy
Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dance floor
Get busy, boy like you never saw before
Rhyme flow good to go
After the show I'll pull your hoe, boy
"do you sniff blow??" -- hell no
Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'
And if my parents find out, then they start riffin'
So I stay, a-ok
'cause I'm the E . . . the R-I-C-K

MC's look me in the face and their eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends heart rate increases
It's like beam me up, scotty, I control your body
I'm as deadly as aids when it's time to rock a party
With all due respect, when I say mike check
I let a sucker slide once then I break his neck
So when I say jump, you'll reply "how high?"
Because I'm takin' no prisoners, so don't play hero and die
You're just a soldier and I'm a green beret
I do not think twice about the mcs I slay
So if you want to battle, I highly recommend this:
Bring your dog, mom, and dad because I'm strictly business

Yo, yo, you're still pickin' on that four-leaf clover?
Bring in the sandman, sucker because it's over
My name is Eric Sermon and I'm back again
I see the head's still turnin' of my so-called friends
They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash,
Mad and stuff - because they don't have cash
Like the e-double or the pee-md
He drives a corvette, I drive a semi-iroc suzuki
I'm the locksmith with the key to fame
Never high on myself, always stay the same
Play a lot because I'm hot and like a horse I trot
Around the track and back, fatigued?? no, I'm not

I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one that likes to say hello
To a fly girl that is good to go
With the slow tempo and the off-beat rhyme flow
'cause when i am in action, there is no time for maxin' or relaxin
Just reactin' and subtractin'
On a sucker mc who's mouth keeps on yappin' and flappin'
I lose my cool, then I'll be start slappin' and smackin'
You on a roll, then I'll be start jackin' and cappin'
No time to lounge, I'm packin' and strappin'
At my point attack I soar at you like an eagle,
I'm the sheriff, and bitin' is illegal
So next time in town, I highly recommend this,
You gots to chill, because I'm strictly business

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Sunset Rubdown - The Mending of the Gown



Sunset Rubdown - The Mending of the Gown

He made an enemy then, he made an enemy of all of you
It’s him, not you.

You never heard it from me but there’s a breach in the hull of the truth
And the water’s too deep to prove.

He made an enemy then, he made an enemy of all of you
It’s him, not you.
It’s a little red sea let the man go we could go free
See the paddle go up, and the paddle go down
And the paddle go up, and the paddle go down
And the paddle go up, and the paddle go down
And the man falls in the sea.

He was a man of many nations, had a hundred souls and a hundred to go
He was a man of many nations, two hearts, two hands, it’s a slippery slope.
He had a fear of being naked, but you’re any other man in another man’s clothes
He was a man of many nations, of revelations, oh revelations.
He wrote a book about the Bible and he wrote a book about men in the sky
He wrote a book about the smell of winter then two, a little less simple to decipher
Saying, “I am the water at the foot of the palms,
oh I am sand and wind and the shit in your nose,
but either way, I’m a man of many nations.”

Was it the mending of the gown, or the running it around?
Was it the mending of the gown, or the running and the running it around?

She had a name, she had a spirit,
She had a line in the play if you wanted to hear it.
But the master of disguises, her demise was her design, they said.
Was it the mending of the gown, or the running,
and the running and the running it around?
She said my name and my spirit are both corrupt
and if you hold me close, you gotta hold me up.
It was the tender mending of this slender gown that brought me bending to the ground.
Now you’ll wear any old thing, oh you’ll wear any old thing.
So she wrapped herself in swallowing up the fever to the air of the broken wind
It’s an actor thing, she’s just pretending. It’s an actor thing, she’s just pretending.
If you burn the virgin flags, then I will shake as the heat waves in the sun.
This one’s for Maggie, this one’s for Sam.
This one’s for Maggie, this one’s for Sam.
Oh, any other random spirit lover busted, I have lusted after you…
The way bloodsuckers do!
The way bloodsuckers do!
The way bloodsuckers do!

Was it the mending of the gown, or the running it around?
Was it the mending of the gown, or the running
and the running and the running and the running it around?
It was the tender mending of this slender gown that brought me bending to the ground.
But this ship will have to go down
See the paddle go up and the paddle go down
And the paddle go up and the paddle go down
And the paddle go up and the paddle go down
And the paddle go up and the paddle go down
Whoah-oh-oh…

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Why? - These Few Presidents



Why? - These Few Presidents

At your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas
You pray to nothing out loud
Two first names and an ampersand
Embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel
You're a beautiful and violent work
With a skinny neck of a chinese bird
In a fading ancient painting
And if you're in heaven waiting
You made it there fighting
The tightest kite string
In a bad storm with lightning

And now these few presidents
Frowning in my pocket
Can persuade no god
To let me let you talk, oh
These few presidents
Frowning in my pocket
Can persuade no god
To let me let you off

Even though i haven't seen you in years
Yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere

I thought i had a pebble in my sock
I pulled it off and shook out a wasp
It stumbled out lost, and without a pause
I'm stung as i was, still i stomped it
I thought, there is no paved street worthy
Of your perfect scandanavian feet
My crooked chinese fingers groped
The machinery of your throat

And now these few presidents
Frowning in my pocket
Can persuade no god
To let me let you talk, oh
These few presidents
Drowning in my pocket
Can persuade no god
To let me let you off

Even though i haven't seen you in years
Yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Brian Eno - St. Elmo's Fire



Brian Eno - St. Elmo's Fire

Brown eyes and I was tired
We had walked and we had scrambled
Through the moors and through the briars
Through the endless blue meanders.
In the blue August moon
In the cool August moon

Over the nights and through the fires
We went surging down the wires
Through the towns and on the highways
Through the storms in all their thundering.
In the blue August moon
In the cool August moon

Then we rested in a desert
Where the bones were white as teeth sir
And we saw St Elmo's fire
Splitting ions in the ether.
In the blue August moon
In the cool August moon
In the blue August moon
In the cool August moon.

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