Artist: D12
Album: D12 World
Song: How Come
[Eminem - Chorus]
How come we dont even talk no more,
and you dont even call no more.
We dont barely keep in touch at all,
and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more.
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now.
After all the years we been down,
aint no way no how, this bullshit can't be true.
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it's you
[Eminem]
So young, so full of life in vibrant,
side by side wherever you was ridin' I went.
So close, almost on some Bonnie & Clyde s**t.
When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on,
tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it.
You even had the same type of childhood I did.
Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5'd it.
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us,
then I blew up to both yours and mine surprises.
Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it,
as much as your pride tries to hide it.
Your cold, your touch it's just like ice
in your eyes is the look of resenment
I can sense it, and I dont like it.
[Chorus]
[Kon Artis]
It was my dream at first to be on spittin' a verse
on my own album with a deal but s**t got worse.
So I came out, I woulda killed a ***** first
before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worst.
Some b***h that I wasn't with, I would hit her then quit.
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the s**t.
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron with her
comin' out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
like y'all was husband and wife or somethin'.
But me catchin' you ********' other niggers musta hurt your pride or somethin'
cause you won't ******** at the mouth with people like you wanted with me,
when all I tried to do was show you that your b***h was shifty.
And ever since the fans and all the s**t that I produced,
you actin' like I ain't your man and lyin' like she can't be loose.
But I am really your friend, I'm just tryin' to tell you the truth,
but dont hate the game or the player
cause the one that's changing is you.
[Chorus]
[Proof]
You're only at the top cause my homie had to stop,
now we actin' like I gotta live only for the block.
And homies in the hood, only she be on the tube,
only gossip on the porch, get to speakin' on who.
Fools I used to rap with all expect magic
like my finger get to snappin' and *poof* it just happen.
But Proof is just actin out the party was stoned,
Shady made it so my babys ain't starvin' at home.
See the devil in you grin, since the ghetto we been friends,
whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end.
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
and wastin' my times with these snakes in disguise.
(How come) when you talk it's with bitter and spite,
and (How come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
and everytime I go to hear you and play you look away.
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
[Chorus]
BRASS MONKEY
YEAR:1986 MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Brass Monkey (s), Licensed To Ill, Fight For Your Right (s), No Sleep Till Brooklyn (s)
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Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass..
Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey here's how you feel
You put your left leg down your right leg up
Tilt your head back let's finish the cup
MCA with the bottle D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go we bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn that's where I dwell
Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass..
Because..
Cause I drink it anytime and anyplace
When it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, Yo baby, what's up
I offered her a sip sip the girl she gave me lip lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip
Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass..
Step up to the bar put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
You take a sip you can do it you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini you thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar I smack you off your stool
I'll down a '40 dog" in a single gulp
And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def def girls girls all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record I got my advance
I drink it I think it I see it I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it
We got the bottle and you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get ffffff
Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass Monkey
TIME TO GET ILL
YEAR:1986 MUSIC:Beastie Boys LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Fight For Your Right (s), Licensed To Ill
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What's the time It's time to get ill
And what's the time It's time to get ill
So what's the time It's time to get ill
Now what's the time It's time to get ill
I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic I just say my rhymes
And I'm out on bail the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D and MCA we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time It's time to get ill
You been..
Fully captivated by that funky a** bass
Your girlfriend screams when MCA's in the place
He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand
I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car
But I'm chiller with the Miller cold coolin' at the bar
I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still
What's the time It's time to get ill
Yeah..
"Work-workin'-work-work-work-work-workin' in my groovie, it'a about that time"
"Workin' in my groovie, it'a about that time"
Deee..
Went outside my house I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller
MCA takes a stand man you're in command
Homeboy turn it out and don't give a damn
Man my name is MCA I've got a license to kill
And what's the time It's time to get ill
"I'm Mr. Ed"
" The famous Mr. Ed"
Riding down the block... Uh-huh...
Riding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can
Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E.
'Cause me and MCA we're down with Mike D.
When I run a jam I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing bass I say Thank you ma'am
Fuel injected, rhyme connected running things
Well I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings
I'm looking for a spot things are gettin' hot
I'm MCA I'm here to stay and you sir, you are not
Oh no, it could not be it's such a sight to see
It's such a trip you're on my tip so listen to Mike D.
My work is my play cause I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike D as you can see and I can dot the jerk
MCA Adrock Mike D. it's chill
What's the time It's time to get ill
Now what's the time It's time to get ill
And what's the time It's time to get ill
So what's the time It's time to get ill
And what's the time It's time to get ill
FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT
YEAR:1986 MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Fight For Your Right (s), The Sounds of Science
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Kick it
You wake up late for school man you don't wanna' go
You ask your mom please but she still says No
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta' fight for your right to party
Your pop caught you smoking and he said, No way
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag
Bust it..
You gotta' fight for your right to party
You gotta' fight
Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said What's that noise
Aw, mom you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys
You gotta' fight for your right to party
You gotta' fight for your right to party
Party..
Party..
NO SLEEP TILL BROOKLYN
YEAR:1986 MUSIC:Beastie Boys/Rick Rubin LYRICS:Beastie Boys
RELEASES:Fight For Your Right (s), Licensed To Ill, No Sleep Till Brooklyn (s),The Sounds of Science
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No sleep till - Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job it's a damn good time
City to city I'm running my rhymes
On location touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast watching all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kickin' it live
No sleep till..
Another place another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl another fight
Another drive all night
Our manager's crazy he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus
Tour around the world you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel girls on the jock
We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style
Gettin'paid along the way cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor Adrock's out the door
MCA's in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back
white boys' got more rhymes
No sleep till..
No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn
No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn
Ain't seen the light since we started this band
So MCA get on the mic my man
Born and bred Brooklyn the USA
They call me Adam Yauch but I'm MCA
Like a lemon to a lime a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Got limos arena the TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off homes get out of my way
Taxing little girlies form here to LA
Waking up before I get to sleep
Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week
No sleep till..
No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn
No.. Sleep.. Till Brooklyn
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (yeah)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
No.. (no) Sleep.. (sleep) Till Brooklyn (brooklyn)
"Ice Ice Baby"
by Vanilla Ice
from "To the Extreme"
Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo--I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killin your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid dont play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say HI
Did you stop?
No--I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo--so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The Chumps are acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine--
All I heard were shells
Fallin on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm tryin to get away before the jackers jacke
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)
Take heed, 'caese I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay palays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "Damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo--I'll solve it!
Check out the hook while Deshay revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla (4X)
Yo man--let's get out of here!
Word to your mother!
Ice Ice baby Too Cold
Ice Ice baby Too Cold Too cold (3X)
Queen-we will rock u
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
We will we will rock you
Singin'
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
Singin'
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
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