Name that Tune!
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Ntelekt
Mr. Telephone Man (1975)
I got another one
*one of my favorite verses of all time...*
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin' agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be.
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin' the style
Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile.
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria;
Synthesized surface conceals the interior.
America: land of opportunity...mirages and camoflauges
More than usually - speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted...in your USARY
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly,
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception.
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light, rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed...different arrangement
Put you on a yacht, but they won't call it a slaveship.
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this,
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old isht
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time when...
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either ninjas or Kings
We either bytches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth.
Get YOURS first, them other ninjas secondary
That type of illin' that be fillin' up the cemetary.
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin'
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all...
*whew*:bowdown:
*one of my favorite verses of all time...*
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin' agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be.
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin' the style
Be a lot goin' on beneath the empty smile.
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria;
Synthesized surface conceals the interior.
America: land of opportunity...mirages and camoflauges
More than usually - speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted...in your USARY
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly,
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception.
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light, rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed...different arrangement
Put you on a yacht, but they won't call it a slaveship.
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this,
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old isht
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time when...
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either ninjas or Kings
We either bytches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth.
Get YOURS first, them other ninjas secondary
That type of illin' that be fillin' up the cemetary.
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin'
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all...
*whew*:bowdown:
mighty hornet
The HMIC!!
I would've gotten that one.Ntelekt said:Here's one:
Now the love I use to have just left me cold
I use to buy everything from diamonds to gold.
At First I thought she'd left me, cuz I didn't buy her enough
But then she left me a note along with all of my stuff:
"That maybe one of these days, you'll have to learn
That love is something, that you have to earn!
And once you earn it, gotta know how to keep it,
You got to want it, as well as you need it."
To have lost love, was a hurtin lesson
But to have HAD love, was definite Blessing.
Now I know what the Beatles were thinking of
When they said that money can't buy me love...
Ntelekt
Mr. Telephone Man (1975)
mighty hornet said:
What about THIS one?
My rhymes are so dope and
The rappers be hopin'
To sound like me, so soon I?ll have to open
A school of MCing, for those who want to be in
My field in court
Then again on second thought
To have MC?s coming out sounding so similar
It?s quite confusing for you to remember
The originator, and boy do I hate a
Perpetrator, but I?m much greater
The best oh yes I guess suggest the rest should fess
Don?t mess or test your highness
Unless you just address with best finesse
And bless the paragraph I manifest
Rap prime minister, some say sinister
Non-stopping the groove, until when it?s the
Climax, and I max, relax and chill
Have a break from a take of me acting ill
Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit
Next the formation of words that fit
At the table I sit, making it legit
And when my pen hits the paper, ahhhh isht!
I stop and stand strong over MC?s
And devour with the power of Hercules
Or Samson, but I go further the length
Cause you could scalp my cameo and I?ll still have strength
And no, that?s not a myth, and if you try to riff
Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab
Your vocab, I?ll only ignore
Be sleeping on your rhymes till I start to snore
You can?t awake me, or even make me
Fear you, son, cause you can?t do me none
So, think about it if you?re trying to go
When you want to step to me, I think you should know that...
northern tiger
Active Member
Big Daddy Kane - Smooth Operator
northern tiger
Active Member
Ain't No half Steppin'.
buckwheat
Well-Known Member
Next Song!
I used to go to dinner, and then take the girl,
To see Tiny play against Earl The Pearl,
And Wilt, Big O, and Jerry West,
To play Basketball at it's very best,
Basketball has always been my thing,
I like Magic, Bird, and Bernard King,
And number 33, my man Kareem,
Is the center on my starting team,
I used to go to dinner, and then take the girl,
To see Tiny play against Earl The Pearl,
And Wilt, Big O, and Jerry West,
To play Basketball at it's very best,
Basketball has always been my thing,
I like Magic, Bird, and Bernard King,
And number 33, my man Kareem,
Is the center on my starting team,
buckwheat
Well-Known Member
Next Song!
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new *****, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new *****, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
...they'll get cho for ya money son,
the next thing you know, you gettin their hair,
and their nails done for em.
see they'll let you show em off,
but when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough,
or a headache, it's all give, and no take,
run out of money, and watch your heart break.
NICE
the next thing you know, you gettin their hair,
and their nails done for em.
see they'll let you show em off,
but when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough,
or a headache, it's all give, and no take,
run out of money, and watch your heart break.
NICE
buckwheat
Well-Known Member
Next Song!
Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Are you really for peace and equality?
Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me
Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Are you really for peace and equality?
Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me