Monday Mission

:20
i travel through time on a set of wings
spaceship named epoch after time
big beats dig beats from 2k5
from compromised on my hard drive
get a new home to em breath new life
like i brought life to the 8 bit canon
time to cron the crono songs
back in the matrix out of stasis

tell a story – allegory
symbols to a bass drum and a cymbal
oh so simple the cycle cycles
words of the spam disciple
where did i come from? question asked
im on a quest to kill the pain locked in my past
scars abuse and insults
rubbed salt in the wound of a nerdy goon

1:00
now i spread seeds of hope
spread seeds of change for the future mang
spread em to doan then off to the proto dome
a healthy man indeed
when i was a kid myself intrigued
by the lifestyle freestyled well in greed
a seed was all id need
to get up on that spaceship go warp speed

planted rooted im spacesuited
suited for anything born recruited
and i tell you listen close
to the words i speak and rap the most
i stay timeless and struggle with time less
time does time and i do mine
with this machine i never age
a date with eternity years in days

1:40
years i played on earth i stayed
bound by the sounds of the ones i hate
ones engraved in my minds eye
told me im different and geeky right
now i done flipped it and i spaceshipped it
i jet biked it and found that i liked it
take my seeds and plant them, fight it
show that nerd life off, never hide it

Teh Chronic Nation Formula

Sugar come back, Get me high
Sugar come back, Get me high

Look who’s back on the program
Hookin’ up another fly joint
When I flow on the slow jam.
When I shift I kick to go
Like a fat drunk and I light up a fat spliff
Take a wiff
Can you smell that in the air?
When the come out the building from every where
Shit I still get down
So just sit down
When my thoughts stops crawling
Time to sit down
With yet I go wrong
You got to hit my bong
Later on then I’ll be getting high all alone
You got a friend named Mary Jane
And she make me feel stange
Now I’ve got to call out her name

I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high

Can I call Marijuanna
If you wanna party
While shit I’m gonna as soon as she comes out
Round to my neighberhood
Damm and she always smells good
Let me make this understood
Are you expirienced
Have you ever been experienced
Not for the life, make you delerious
Why is the room spinnin’
I can’t stop now
I must have been drinking
‘Cause this ain’t pot
That’s doing me like this
I feel ill now I’m calling out to Mary
Cause I just can’t deal

I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high
I love you Mary Jane
Sugar come back, Get me high

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Mos Def - Mathematics

[Mos Def]
Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah
You know the deal
It’s just me yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, negroes and latinos
and even the gringos
Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin live, future shock
It’s five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
with the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text posess extra strength
Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I’m blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it’s dangerous to dream
but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow
It’s a number game, but shit don’t add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America’s largest cities is one-quarter black
That’s why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain’t home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, You Are Not Alone
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome
full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients
Young bloods can’t spell but they could rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin mothers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It’s mathematics
Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier (repeat 2X)
The Mighty Mos Def..
It’s simple mathematics -> Fat Joe
Check it out!
I revolve around science..
What are we talking about here?
.. Do your math -> Erykah Badu (2X) ..
.. One.. t-t-two.. three, four -> James Brown ..
.. What are we talking about here? ..
[Mos Def]
Yo, it’s one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, manditory
Four MC’s murdered in the last four years
I ain’t tryin to be the fifth one, the millenium is here
Yo it’s 6 Million Ways to Die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight year olds gettin found with 9 mill’s
It’s 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What’s the deal
He on the hill puffin krill to keep they belly filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is $5.15
You best believe you gotta find a new ground to get cream
The white unemployment rate, is nearly more than triple for black
so frontliners got they gun in your back
Bubblin crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
and end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin
join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
from your phone, your zip code, to S-S-I digits
The system break man child and women into figures
Two columns for who is, and who ain’t niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
but you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel’s back? Here’s the secret:
the million other straws underneath it – it’s all mathematics
Chorus
{closing scratch} Mathematics..

Dirtee Cash - Dizzee Rascal

more British hippity hop…

Money talks, listen, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh

Everybody wants to be famous,
Nobody wants to be nameless, aimless,
People act shameless
Trynta live like entertainers,
Want a fat crib with the acres,
So they spend money that they ain’t made yet,
Got a benz on tik that they ain’t paid yet,
Spend their pay cheque
In the west end on the weekend
Got no money by the end of the weekend.
But they don’t care cos their life is a movie,
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
Truthfully, its a joke, like a bad episode of hollyoaks,
Can’t keep up with the cover girls,
So they got bad credit livin’ on day rate,
Livin’ in debt when they still don’t get
Cos they too busy livin’ the high life, the night life
Lovin’ the high when livin’ it large
And they all say

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh

Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitude’s bad and the weather is shitty
Everybody’s on a paper chase
It’s gonna be rat race
…

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh

I’ve no excuse, I just want you to use me
Take me and abuse me
I got no taboos, I’ll make a trade with you
Do anything you wa-ant me to

Money talks, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh

Mexican Radio-ooooo

[Spoken]
One-double-oh-seven (100.7)
This is for you fellas
Ha ha ha
Something I cooked up the Dope House
In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah

[Verse One]
Roll Cadillacs never lie on ravs
killer herb till my lungs collapse
Lost two grand last night shooting craps
The I hit the Ritz and bought a few laps
Just got a letter from my old best friend
Doing twenty-five in the federal pen
Wanna come home but he said until then
Could I look over his three children
They wake em up at five am for Fruit Loops
Draped in white overalls and black boots
Used to drive a Lac sipping gin and juice
Now we need money for some chips and soups
Run around town with a sack of rocks
Polo shirt with the matching socks
Mom I promise one day I’ma stop
I’ma grow up and be a astro-naut

[Chorus]
I’m on the Mexican radio radio radio
I’m on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio
I’m on the Mexican radio radio radio
I’m on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio

[Verse Two]
Now daddy come first and daddy come next
Daddy represent that Screwston, Tex
Silly punks jealous of the S-P-Mex
But your whole crew should be wearing Kotex
I’ma get by and I’ma get high
Thirteen five I’ma let my birds fly
Everybody knows that my back is not dry
If you say it is you a d-d-damn lie
Rolling through life like a tumble
I’m the young pres of my company
Home catching hell cause I love my
Baby can you please let your husband breathe
Trying to dodge death and trying to dodge jail
Old damn friends trying to do my gal
People use to call me a bum from hell
Laughed at my car when my muffler fell

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Pull another bud from the fat ass dime
Grippin wood grain let the seat recline
Got the Asian girl with the big behind
Take her to the telly and she love me long time
Remember when I begged you to buy my tapes
Now I buy cribs on the sides of lakes
Pray to the Lord and ask why they hate
Cuz they got the nuts ’bout the size of grapes
Twenty-two inches on the thirty-two ton
And the candy paint cost eighty-five hun
Even if I’m in my swimming pool having fun
Still I stay strapped with the waterproof gun
I’m asking you please can you pray for me reverend
When I die will I go to heaven
Trying to count the tvs in my car I got eleven
Pioneer read one-double-oh-seven

[Chorus]

The day is here
What up baby
Hustle Town
Two double 0 one hun
And it just don’t quit
No it just don’t stop
Chunk duce
Blow truce

Cyberpunk 2k9

“It is the year 2387
Man has relieved an overcrowded Earth
By the establishment of planetary colonies
In other star systems of the milky way galaxy
The most successful of these colonies
Is on Maris, a planet so Earthlike, that many call it Earth 2″
(CHORUS)(2x)
Cyberpunks, MegaDel, ultra violences when I adjust
Future phenomenon, you need to try it once
MegaDel Cyberpunk technology such as cyberbots
Check the rhymes I concocked, private stock
While you jock I set a ultra security
For MC intelligents who wanna murder me
It’s like the third degree
The way I question my sanity
I work on cybernetics as a form of vanity
To protect my circuitry I stay under the canopy
I send the special ships to finish my fantasy
To become a bionic commando, monitor scandals
Solar panels reflect, energy enters me
MC’s energy in the 21st century
Soling temper release, fusable alloys like musical cowboys
Super bomb raps, capable of alien contact
With rhyme pacts, create galactic soundtracks
Profound facts to word classify invoke for several decades
By the C.I.A. or now pedal death codes on the internet
The center’s flesh, I a pinner of bless and can’t remember next
Transmission control, you better listen to your soul
When your carbon base creatures connects with technology
Brand new species, devoid of ecology
Totally electronic they monitor and follow me
(CHORUS)
Escape the cold flu, still down with kung fu
Back then they hung you, but now they fun chew
I touch the escape key, a blue light envelopes me
Covers me with energy and sucks me in the screen
I met Tron, he said don’t let out about the cyber universe
Because you the first human to discover us
Neon lasers with colorful photons
I felt like voltron my hands turned to silver
Probably woulda killed ya, I just lost my sanity
My brain was enhanced with super intelligence
Shoot the elements, we stowed with a charged beam
Victory was our theme, packed more silicon than sardines
Transformed into a plane like star screens
Cyberpunk, rockin’ the mic with auto targeting
5th element, the strength of six elephants
It was miraculous the way they pashed me in
Quick with the lecture remains
Testin’ my phaser, I melted some glaciers, wow this great stuff
Powered with voltage, a technofile armed with explosives
Missiles, a crystalizer
To freeze MC’s and then shatter them with super bases
Around relentless pound against the ground
Like an asteroid, a metal bohemive
More than you can dream of, a morval team of
Both sides of the brain
Transmuted to my physical form to ride the train
My eyes had a neon green glow, I seen foes
Instruments self destruction, made for huntin’
(CHORUS)
Controllin’ cyberspace like a girl’s private place
With a chassity belt, I has to be felt
Futuristic crucifixing super diction
With computer victims, terminated through the symptoms
To virus’, sophisticated and bizaare
Enthrawling, I even serve smart drinks at the bar
Bonzai, mechanical tenticles hard times
For small fry who tried to hog the mic
You saw the light, took all the stripes
Stop the spying theives
That I percieve when my optics turn lime green
In this industrial environment, there’s certain requirements
The mental training that helps you see the Leviathon
I’m pilotin’ a giant mecca in my private sector
My invisible forcefields of course yields
The inner sanctum, better do the interface
Master programmers create aircrafts that look like dinner plates
The Zen tribe me, mob me
I did concert on their planet for 5 G’s
Space the last frontier
Another make you pass on beer, we hellucinagetics with speed
(CHORUS)

Hip Hop Truth

Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
All my dogs

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, one thing ’bout music
When it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain
I know better than that
That’s game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react
Back the beats it don’t reflect
On how many records get sold
On , and rock and roll
Whether your project’s put on hold
In the real world
These just people with ideas
They just like me and you
When the and camera disappear
Again the real world (world)
It’s bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions
And my woman’s disrespected
If you check 1,2,
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do
If that don’t work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high
Then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire
I’m gon’ know it when I play it

It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls
If we don’t get them
They gonna get us all
I’m down for runnin’ up on them
Crackers in they city hall
We ride for y’all
All my dogs stay real
Nigga don’t think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not
MC’s get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin’ ’bout how much money they got
Nigga all y’all records sound the same
I sick of that fake thug, R & B
Rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
Y’all don’t here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice
A dream or some substance
A Beamer, a necklace or freedom
Still a nigga like me don’t playa’ hate
I just stay awake
This real hip-hop, and it don’t stop
‘Til we get the po-po off the block
They call it

Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It’s bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

DP’s got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit what

Uh, DP’s got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit

Uh, DP’s got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit

1, 2, 1, 2

Uh, DP’s got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze’d and shit

Uh, DP’s got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up

They call it

Fake, fake, fake records

Public Enemy - Can't hold us back

We spit flows on foes
Listen to the message that ya never know
Got a plan for the man and it’s federal
The rhyme animal, back to play the part again
Clear the madness – and put the message in

D the enemy is back to rip the mic
We come together – so don’t believe the hype
Check my tone it’s a war here at home
We united and strong – and never move alone

We rep justice, equality and freedom now
Put fam first, man woman and child
Never mild keep it hostile ’till we raise
Where we say what we mean and we mean what we say

It’s been a long time coming that we mob as one
Guerrilla funk, hard truth and, that’s what’s up
No peace on the street ’till the justice come
From the ballot to the bullet, if it’s on, it’s on

Chorus:
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, see
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, believe
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, my brother
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, that’s real talk on the one

Yo I’m a target I got proof, my building got an ‘X’ on it
Bloomberg threw the hex on it,
It’s like a pistol with effects on it
On a brother with arrest warrants

Hittin’ pigs in they in they chest quadrant where they vest wasn’t
Now he dead cousin
All you snitches hit the red buttons, we some Uncle-Tom killas
Mini-nina concealers, political cap-peelers for this freedom fo’ rilla

Yo if police stop the whip you got to eat them trees
I ain’t got no ‘G’ to give to these coppers and court fees
You know my steez, security first, prepare for the worst
Never caught slippin’ if you stay on alert

Malcolm X said send send ‘em to the cemetery if they touch you
A revolutionary virtue – a dull blade’ll hurt you
I’m up early workin’ my machete
In war, it ain’t no warning, you just got to be ready

Chorus:
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, see
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, believe
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, my brother
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, that’s real talk on the one

It’s bigger than rap-
You really think you gon’ be left alone
On sayin’ that you believe and ain’t gon’ have to get your scrap on?
Then yap on, and will see if that’s the right route
While I get my clap on and turn snitches lights out

I tried to be nice, now we gon’ have to bleed ‘em
I’m willing to do a killin’ for the price of freedom
Comin’ from the left, brother, hood is how we kept it
So prison or death is just something I done accepted

So we’ll murder a snake, and we’ll kill a skunk
This ain’t the word of a fake, it’s Guerrilla Funk
So right now is the time and your turf’s the location
Y’all about to see the Rebirth Of a Nation

Even if some got de-rebelized
The revolution still will not be televised
U.S. Government tellin’ hella lies
And it’s evident when you look in this president’s devil eyes

Chorus:
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, see
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, believe
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, my brother
I ain’t lettin nothin hold me back or block me, they gon’ have to pop me to stop me, that’s real talk on the one

That's a big blueprint...

I got a million ways to get it
Choose one
Bring it back
Now double your money and make it stack

I’m on to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please

Hov on that new shit
Niggas like how come
Niggas want my old shit
Buy my old album
Niggas stuck on stupid
I gotta keep it movin
Niggas make the same shit
Me, I make the Blueprint
Came in the Range
Hopped out the Lexus
Every year since
I been on that next shit
Traded in the gold for platinum Rolexes
Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records
Used to rock a throwback
Ballin on the corner
Now I rock a tailored suit
Lookin like a owner
No I’m not a Jonas
Brother, I’m a grown up
No I’m not a virgin
I use my kahonas
I move onward
The only direction
Can’t be scared to fail
Search ya perfection
Gotta keep it fresh girl
Even when we in
But don’t be mad at him
When it’s on to the next one

Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please

I got a million ways to get it
Choose one
Bring it back
Now double your money and make it stack

I’m on to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please

a throwback jersey
Cause we on to the next one
And that auto-tune
Cause we ooooon
And niggas don’t be mad
Cause it’s all about progression
Loiterers should be arrested
I used to drink Cristal
Them s racist
So I switched gold bottles
Onto that spade shit
You gon have another drink
Or you just gon babysit
On to the next one
Somebody call a waitress
Baby, I’m a boss
I don’t know what they do
I don’t get dropped
I drop the label
World can’t hold me
Too much ambition
Always knew it’d be like this
When I was in the kitchen
Niggas in the same spot
Me, I’m dodging raindrops
Meaning I’m on vacay
Chillin on the big yacht
Yeah, I got on flip-flops
White Louis boat shoes
Yall should grow the up
Come here lemme coach you
Hol’up

Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please

I got a million ways to get it
Choose one
Bring it back
Now double your money and make it stack

I’m on to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please

Big pimpin in the house now
Bought the land tore the muin house down
Bought the car tore the muin roof off
Ride clean, I don’t never take the shoes off
Bought the jeep tore the muin doors off
Foot out that bitch ride the shit like a skateboard
Navigation on tryna find my next thrill
Feelin myself I don’t even need a X pill
Can’t chill but my neck will
Haters really gon be mad off my deal
I don’t know why they worried bout my pockets
Meanwhile, had Oprah chillin in the projects
Had her out in Bedstuy, chillin on the steps
Drinkin quarter waters, gotta be the best
MJ at Summer Jam, Obama on the text
Yall should be afraid of what I’m gon do next
Hol’up

Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please

I got a million ways to get it
Choose one
Bring it back
Now double your money and make it stack

I’m on to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
On to the next one
On to the next
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please