Artist: EVERLAST
feat. The X-Ecutioners
Album: Built From Scratch (Press Release)
Title: B-BOY PUNK ROCK 2001
Ha Ha
Whitey Ford
X-ecutioners Style
MC am I people call me Ev
when I'm bustin' up the party hear my engine rev
With high resolution in the late p.m
X-Men scratch the beat while i drop this gem
Got tints on my windows so you can't see in
pack it up pack it in baby once again.
Ain't no way to check me (check me)
No way to wreck me (wreck me)
And shit gets hectic if you disrespectin.
Stiller than night I'ma see my light
On the top of the Marquee kid bill me right
You know it ain't right, but yo it's ok
see this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)
You see this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)
You know this type of shit happens everyday
(scratching)
It goes one for the thugs, two for the
chickens
peckerwood stats classic like slim pickins
Fuck the Democrats, and the Republicans
got all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of Mexicans
Porter rock style I'll Touch you like Tony
you claim to keep it real but still comin' out phony.
It's just one emcee and four dj's
give us six turntables and a mic to blaze.
I'ma said it like Pun in the house of fun
I burn hotter than the heat that's made by sun.
Got a gun, ain't a uzi, but it weighes a ton
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
(scratching)
World keeps spinnin'. X-Men keep winnin
X-Men keep winnin. X-Men keep winnin
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001.
It's B-Boy punk rock 2001
Artist: Swollen Members feat. Evidence, Mad Child, EVERLAST & Divine Styler
Album: Defenders of the Underworld (Compilation)
Title: BOTTLE ROCKET
[Evidence]
Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons
Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean versions
No profanit goddamnit hard like granite to the utmost
I'm butter on rye - always hired to play the low post
I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic
I'm dope on plastic like Flex I always keep it classic
Expressions in the facial I'm more racial from carribean rhythms
I hit 'em with a battered flow padded with circles added twice
I'm nice on ice the line slice your dome
And separate rhymes from poems
My life....
Ain't tryin to see no grammy or oscar
Best believe these styles will rub off like pastas
On people yo check Dilated Evidence
The influential rock rhymes in sequential format
You'll see the doormat if you acting disaccordingly
Something to the effect of fatboys
and disorderlies
[Mad Child]
I'll take you from he man to shira
Battlecat to cringer
Midevil Messenger, westcoast avenger
Take it to the street battle me? That's a fucking sin
Go one round with Mad Child you'll be sucking wind
Snapping handcuffs just for de-concentration
Then I broke out the bus - a mental hospital patient
On a weekend pass but I still come sick
Psychopathic you're dealing with a deranged lunatic
Soon to kick your teeth in, and then go berserk
Even Van Gogh looked at me and said you're one piece of work
So I said lend me an ear, cause I'm the state of the art
First I'll feast on your brain, then rip your body apart
There's a party of heart stuck inbetween my fangs
Wrap a rope 'round your neck, and you still couldn't hang
'Cause you're way off track, you need realignment
Murdering masterpieces in solitary
confinement
[Everlast]
I'll keep your backside open like the english channel
I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel
I'll survey your panel with my foot up in your anal
You think it can't happen? Kid, cause I'm rappin'?
Ain't no gun clappin' cut the jaw jackin'
Let the joints get shot and see where it's not
Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock
And check the new style Whitey Ford's prone to rock
Once upon a time, not long ago
Before Hip Hop was made for the radio
An MC show had to co-rock the masses
Used to wear a kangol with the clear gazelle glasses
So bang bang boogie up jump the party
Someone clapped off and scattered everybody
Drunk off bacardi, high off the trauma
It's death from above the livest dive bomber
In the squadron I break formation
I get New York love like my name's Ken Son
??At tea?? they rock bells till they break the dawn
Steady puffin owl's and fight hell like spawn
My moves are animated my crew's reinstated
While you cats suspension's up in my dimensions
We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy
So I'ma keep it on the love and do my
duty/doody like howdy
[Divine Styler]
Direction short term plan regionalize rhyme boards
With the hordes - I'm satan dynasty killer
Refill the chords with the sling on down
Venom spit regurgitate def scripts I sound
Cylinder never python, prevail Mad Child
Physical justic can't rush this for now
Move fake of the game time set backs don't sweat that
God don't test that - too much infinite to get at
Space to fills all the members got the illa drills
And if you with the rhyme skill
Bust the revealings of my feelings of these dealings
Will the represent shall
I build three phases of death
The illusion is to sweat that you reflect
When you feel the veil
Divine Styles circumnavigate nine circles of hell
You keep on you don't stop 'cause a nigga never stay stale
WudaWudaWudaWudaWudaWudaWhat I'm saying is is that...
You ain't you ain't ready for that shit (echoes)
Artist: Dilated Peoples feat. EVERLAST, Planet Asia & Defari
Album: The Platform
Title: EAR DRUMS POP (Remix)
[Planet Asia]
Affiliation like, Dilated Peoples
"Watch your ear drums pop"
"Watch your ear drums pop, got this rap shit locked"
"Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing
changed"
[Planet Asia]
The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery
I'm locally accepted, worldwide respected
So gimmie mines and meet your deathwish
Dead at the throat like floatin wit your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way beyond
My mind shines harder than your necklace
I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples
Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel
Trigger-happy, anxious to earn a stripe
Like it was just put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic now meet your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters
Duck it, you're fuckin wit the spot rushers
Bustin wit brand new artillery cocked
Straight out the metal shop, to catch you up close, dead on the spot
There goes your manhood
Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods
Blaze you wit the heat, destroy my conscience
For the backward, easin up ain't in the plans
I leave MC's wit no stands
Ill conventions so deep in thoughts,
the fans labeled it trance
"Iriscience ya'll" [Iriscience]
"MC Iriscience" [Iriscience]
"Rakaa you don't rhyme fair"
[Iriscience]
[Iriscience]
Aiyyo we hit it festivals, and we hit it the nightclubs
We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight Club
I love it and live it
If you want it, then come and get it
I'm like Show and AG, or Alomar how I spit it
It's the highly-developed, well-equipped intelligent
You're a target if you're soft, pastel, or delicate
I'm bold cuz everything goes at pro caliber
A top competitor, a worldclass traveller
Spell-the-name-right.com, check the site
Like ? check the date on the dime from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin a blue tray
Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein
Wit Planet Asia, Defari, and Everlast
Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliever the weather fast
Joey Chavez, and a butcher named Babs
Dilated, now take that shit back to
the lab
"Man listen" [Defari]
"From L.A. and it's finest" [Iriscience]
"Defari" [Defari]
[Defari]
They wanna jack who?
Step up and I'll dump
Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump
Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my name's Defari
I roll wit the fo' sho' logo, the open eye
Dilated, heavy rotated, Golden Stated
So many dream of the sound that me and Ev created
Everybody wanna be rhymin wit two left feet
That's like a cripple man in lane five at the track meet
You wishin on a star but you lookin at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more than fun
Pro sport wit a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness
The ink fill up the paper in a matter of minutes
Whether from Brooklyn or Venice
I travel wit mental fitness
Takin out you suckers and you don't know how I did this
So quit it, quit wit the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the hip hop alone and get your
fix from a pharmacy
"Everlastin' fresh" [Defari]
"Whitey Ford brings the devastating
mic control" [Everlast]
[Everlast]
I read the New Testament and gave it up for Lent
All the places I went just to pay my rent
Used to keep me bent, on a ritual daily
Cock my hammer, spit a Comet like Haley
I'll buck a three-eighty on ones that act shady
I'm original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son
You know you ain't the one that rep peckerwood status
I'll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor
What you comin here for, son you know the law
Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse
Lift up your skirt and expose your panties
For the world to see, you can't rep it like me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist
Catalyst, scandalous, masacous, never miss battalist
You must be crazy, or just plain dumb
You might catch a beatdown now where I come from
It's like that
"Crescent Heights, get the name right" [Phil]
"You know my mothafuckin name" [Phil]
[Phil Tha Agony]
Phil Tha Agony, a superhero
Creatin miracles, Analyze This like Robert DeNiro
Wit your air-tight vaccuum lungs
Got your stupid ass ? ?, chewin gum, bitin your tongue
Bleedin, what is it that you're really needin
Is it fresh air to breathin, a bank account so plenty of cheese in
Take into consideration, wit every situation that you're facin
Analyze the operation
What's the function? Who does the label work, who does the paper work?
Who's the president behind the desk, reclinin the best
Too many fake fraudulent artist, ignoramusus
Gettin famous-es, tryin to steal my whole name in this
That's why every move is documented
It's the unprescedented, rhymes that I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and Dilated
Crescent Heights, we're stealin your
height, violated
"76 born bomb lyricist" [Evidence]
"Evidence...got another sound
mission" [Defari]
[Evidence]
Yo ya'll, my shit is timeless
A clock wit no hands, a hourglass wit no sand
My lifespan's been written before anyone cloths or ribbon
I've started their path, but what I've said just passed
The labcat's back, that's why I feel like I've been chose
To rise to occasions wit hits like Pete Rose
Speak to myself, but once I say when
No mistakes allowed, sketch my letters in pen
Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to drink
Open all flows in perfect border insync
Total chaos, mass confusin
Just entered the playoffs, yo my
team's not losin
"Platform, ultimate" (repeat to end)
Artist: Limp Bizkit feat. EVERLAST
Title: FAITH (Bootleg Remix), 1999
[Fred]
Well I guess it would be nice, if I could touch your body
I know not everybody has got a body like me baby (like me baby)
But I gotta think twice, before I give this heart away
'cuz I know all the games you play (what)
'cuz I play them too baby
Oooh, but I need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
When that love comes down without devotion
Yo it takes a strong man baby but
I'm showing you that door 'cuz I gotta have
Faith (You got it)
Faith (do you feel it, and you don't stop)
Faith (yes, yes y'all)
You gotta have faith (and you don't
stop)
(One, one two, two y'all) Baby, baby, baby, uh
I know your asking me to stay
Say please, please, please don't go away
Because I'm giving you the blues
Baby, baby (uh uh)
Uh, you might mean (what) all the words you say
I can't help but think of yesterday
And another who top me down to the
loverboy blues (top me down)
Before this river becomes an ocean
'fore you pick my heart up off the floor
When that love comes down without devotion
Yo it takes a strong man baby but
I'm showing you that door 'cuz I gotta have.....
Faith (You got it)
Faith (do you feel it)
Faith (yes, yes y'all)
You gotta have faith (to the beat
y'all)
[Turntables]
One, two, two y'all ya-ya'll
[Everlast]
Can you walk like a pimp, is your bizkit limp?
I got faith like Miss Evans make you run like the Revernd
Will Smith could get jiggy
Yo I'll stick with figgy
It's life after death, I'll be living proof
The roof is on fire it can't get much higher
I'm rocking this spot so high you conspire
You call me a liar I'ma get upset
Kick a hole in the speaker pull the
plug then I jet
[Fred]
Before this river becomes an ocean
'fore you pick my heart up off the floor
When that love comes down without devotion
Yo it takes a strong man baby but
I'm showing you that door 'cuz I gotta have.....
Faith (yes yes y'all, you got it)
Faith (do you feel it, do you feel it, do you feel it)
Faith (yes, yes y'all)
You gotta have
Faith
Showing you that door 'cuz I gotta have.....
Faith (you got it)
Faith (do you feel it, do you feel it, do you feel it)
Faith (yes, yes y'all)
Faith (to the beat y'all, one,
t-t-two, y-ya-y'all)
Album: Freak On A Leash French Remixes, 1999
Title: FREAK ON A LEASH (Lethal Freak Mix)
[Jonathan Davis]
Something takes a part of me.
Something lost and never seen.
Everytime I start to believe,
Something's raped and taken from
me... from me.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain...
in vain.
CHORUS
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see me fall from grace
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free
CHORUS
Boom na da mmm dum na ema
Da boom na da mmm dum na ema
CHORUS
[Everlast]
You such a background, you can call me bad guy
I break your sprit before you break mine
Girl you are so perty, wanna get you dirty
Wanna get you naked, wanna make you mine
Freak on a leash, sex on the beach
Girl I be your strong out
High as click, Not just fight
Stop to turn you out
Coz when I walking I stooge my stuff
Why cant i get just one fuck ?
Guess it got do whit luck waiting my
hole life for just one.....
CHORUS
Artist: DJ Muggs feat. EVERLAST
Album: Dust
Title: GONE FOR GOOD
I was foolish cause I loved her so
Never put no one else above her no
She put it on me like no other did before
Now she telling me that she wants to go
She said she got dreams and she want back flights
She said that she can act and she wants to sign
Wants to build herself a rep make herself a name
I tell you girl game recognizes game
And ill be good when youre gone for ever
And ill be fine when youre gone for good
And ill be good when youre gone for ever
And ill be fine when youre gone for good
For good
Gone for good
You say you wanna be loved but wouldnt teach me how
Girl I dont even know how to reach you now
You say you wanna love but wouldnt speak no vow
Girl you aint the one that can break me down
Take all of my love and then you spread it around
Girl I dont even know how to greet you now
I hope maybe you choke I hope maybe you drown
I said "Hey Joe I heard you shot your lady down"
And ill be good when youre gone for ever
And ill be fine when youre gone for good
And ill be good when youre gone for ever
And ill be fine when youre gone for good
For good
Gone for good
Gone for good
Gone for good.
Artist: The
Whooliganz feat. EVERLAST
Album: Put Your Handz Up
Title: HIT THE DECK
Pack it up with the baffle
Everlast is the Soul Assassin
Whooliganz is in the effect
And they know where it bump those backwards, baybe
Hit the deck when it comes to shred
It's the mad skills packing on the pills
For reals, I get mine and take yours
Whores drop them, fucking draws
I came to let you all know the name
The Whooliganz down with the House of Pain
Let it rain, when I'm rhyme, I vote it strainght
Nothnig but the same, all same, all same
Swing, as I just do my fame
This time I brake for the bellring
What it means, its depends from the dean
And the bathroom, smoking that nothern green
But I stay clean, cos you never know I was cock
And The Whooliganz is not to supose to get cock
When I'm on the set, I come to get dread
When I pull all my slink shot, I hit the deck
CHORUS
Hit the deck, one, two, mic check
It's the mad skills, i've come to get dread (Ha)
Hit the deck, one, two, mic check
It's the mad skills, i've come to get dread (Ha)(Check the all yo')
[Everlast]
Step to the cool, with the Irish rules
Get the stoned by my Nike's, just like they was boots
So just don't dare trying to step to me
Cos I'm Biddy B, and there no way you can do with me
See I'm Soul Assassin , passin' my right
You sees the everlasin', gassin' your skunk
I took to the room, and drop's the draws
I'm talking to your face, punk done for yours
So I can hank yo' up, like old pair of trousers
Fuck yo' up, bad as if yo' vote on Doogie Howser
And I'm deed in the hospital
Take the another Eve, thats impossible
Cos I'm soldier of fortune
Scorching yo' all MC's, trying take my leads
I shake all my roots, and pull off my sleeves
Just like my man Divine, back in '89
Bust'em and check it, the girls get naked
Every time I'm rocked, pull the bumps glocked
Tryin' tell the man, I can do what I'm doin'
Every time I drop the mic, I smack twightlight to it
The mess style I kick, the next man wit
What fuck's up with that, I get dregs(?)
When I'm hanging with The Whooliganz
Punks hit the deck
CHORUS
When you see the girs dropin' to the unfaithfuly buddy
This party some may natural dissaster has to happen
But I'm rapin', but the gang blank
And collectin' my cash, and ain't no gas into the get away car
I generaly far from the victim
Because I'm nick'em
I fix'em up with the sandwith and I kick'em
Like a ram in this like terminate not was odd
It was supose to get those who's brake brake of dawn
Cos my skills ill's, Everlast blast'em
And mom's spells the gast of evil, for the sequel
I came direct, my mom first time when I'm rhymin'
Stand to neck don't ever check, just hit the deck
CHORUS (2x)
Artist: EVERLAST feat. Sick Of It All
Title: JUST LOOK AROUND (1993, Unreleased)
The question they keep asking me
how can one so young be so bitter and angry
well, the answer is plain to see
maybe if they wern't so blind they'd see what i see
i see the homeless livin' out on the street
on every corner they're asking for money
i try to help them whenever i can
but sometimes i can't afford to help myself
i see diseases and modern plagues of our times
the greed of our leaders has made them blind
to our problems
they spend millions overseas,
people right here are fightin' wars
everyday
i see the whites that hate the blacks
blacks against the jews, race against religion
and the're all too blind to see
[Everlast]
I saw
the homeless man beggin'
He's got half a leg and he used to be a soldier
The sign that he's holdin' say's times are hard
Can you please kick me down
Before you turn your back just take a look around
when we fight each other it puts all of them at ease
it keeps us so busy, so they can do what they please
election time comes and they're out for votes
that's when you see and hear from them the most
this is what they're calling a democracy
that's just another word for hypocrisy
we keep fallin' for the bait
when we realize, it's always too late
i see the whites that hate the blacks
blacks that hate the jews, brother against brother
and they're all to blind to see
as the rich get richer, the poor goin' hungry
i've seen the toll it takes on the workingman's family
education system that's obsolete
can't hold a kid's interest or keep 'em off the street
see a father's fear, hear a mother's cry
what kind of a nation lets their children die
government's corrupt and full of red tape
then you're gonna ask me why i hate
why don't you open up your eyes so you can see
open up your ears so you can hear
take a look around and you will find
take a look around and you will find
out why
[Everlast]
'Cause
I'm sick of it all
Yeah, I'm sick of it all
You know I'm sick of it all (all, all)
(Repeated)
Album: Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey
Title: KURUPTION
CHORUS (2x)
[Everlast]
Government's corrupt
Police force's corrupt
Education's corrupt
It's all fucked up
[Kurupt]
Step two paces....
Turn and entrapped in the middle of the frontline where the action's at
Head straight to the scope, it's like hangin on the edge, of a ledge
I play my part, piece to the puzzle
Heat's with a muzzle, a YG always in trouble
Cuz of what he know, cuz of what he knew
How he grew, up and, what he grew up to
And what he gon' grow up to be
It's nuttin wrong but homie don't grow up to be like me
Temptation to touch, a terrible thing
A placement in your palm an unbearable thing
The street has many wars, infiltries, many ways
Lives lost, many K's, full size and mini K's
Comin in many arrays
Many shapes, sizes, and shades
Cuz boys in blue they just might get
you
CHROUS
[Everlast]
Now Bobby and Susy were unhappily wed
So Bobby shot Susy in the back of the head
Bobby got taken to the county jail
He put up his house and he walked on bail
Now Bobby's on the streets he's free as the breeze
He saved up his loot for his legal fees
He spent his whole bank quote on attorneys
who got the case dropped on
technicalities
CHROUS
[Kurupt]
Through the good and bad times, times bad and good
Missin all the things that we used to have in the hood
Things makin me happy, used to make me sad
It feels like the war of the world, fire in hand
Spread, head to head like legions of germs
Wrapped like pearls and shells make ‘em wriggle like worms
We everlastin, Kurupt and Everlast
Lashin, ever ready sounds, spreadin like rashes
Life is complicated, Kurupt, Everlast, and Soopafly made it
For traded, supposedly stay shaded
They may lurk, but we lurk too
They create the war, that we fight for
There's only one life and only one way to be
God fear gotta give love to the G-O-D cuz I can see
Everythang's corrupted, I'm corrupted
TV corrupted the public, niggaz
yellin out ‘fuck it'
CHORUS
Artist: B. Real feat. EVERLAST
Album: Stimulated Volume 1
Title: LAUGH NOW
[Everlast]
S D 50
Soul Assassin collabo
Laugh now motherfucker
Ha Ha Ha
CHORUS
[B-Real]
Each life I know was to got my soul
I take one day step at a time to find mine
As we go trough the blinding row
Inclining, to find me some mo’
Got to get, the life I know was to got my soul
I take one day step at a time to find mine
As we go trough the blinding row
Inclining, to find me some mo’
[Everlast]
All the runners and the money makers
For all the real ones and all the fakers
All the Stickup kids and life takers
Laugh now, cry later
[B-Real]
I laugh at you, when you expect to see a weakness,
You trifling bitches are speeches you fucking leeches
Sponges, soaking up my energy,
Tend to be a friend of me but you stab me in the back cold and vengefully
Well all I did, was pick you up
And put you on, with the big dogs to lift you up
But you fucking spit in my face and spit venom and squirt
Choose whatever you hurt would damage my whole world
But you must have mistaken me, with someone else
cuz I do to your ass what you do to yourself
Look into the mirror nigga
What’s your reflection?
Are you upset,
full of regret
What’s your intention?
You’re a lost one and now you can’t win one
Where you been nigga, taking it all in son?
I see the tears in the eyes of a hater
You can cry now, but you will not
smile later
CHORUS
[Everlast]
They selling, teen dreams on the Tv screen
They got a fun for the gun and the ghost in the machine
They release the crack fiend, but protect the dealer
Underpay the teacher, overpay the healer
Rob you with the lawyer, fuck you with the handgun
Throw you in the line-up, then arrest the wrong one
Try to buy jury, throw you into prison
Ain’t nothing to it, it’s just the way they do it
Unless you got some money, cuz money makes men’s
And sometimes people get murdered for friends
And sometimes one times lose their evidence
It all depends on how much you spend
It’s the land of the free, no home of the gun
Where they kill for the dollar and they worship the sun
Dear god I really hope I ain’t the only one
Laugh now, cry later, when it’s set
and done
CHORUS
Artist: Bronx Style Bob feat. EVERLAST
Album: Grandma's Ghost
Title: ODE II JUNIOR
Junior was a boy
From the day that his daddy died
His momma tried to do her best considering
Until he got older
Molded by the streets
Where he walked and did all his talking
He grew to be a handsome young man
But his heart got colder
Young boy said he didn't need a job
Said he had a heart
Cold and mean enough to rob
Narrow minded brother junior don't dogmatize
The man in truth all I want is a bit of respect
You understand,
CHORUS
Fanatical about a revolution,
Oh yeah,
It comes a time and day for an evolution,
Oh yeah,
American stripes you got to earn them,
But American flags
Junior will burn them,
Burn to the ground,
Everywhere he went
Junior's bible was by his side
He wouldn't go like Malcom, Martin, Medger,
And Mahatma died,
Penchant for confrontation
Junior's words hit 'em where it hurt
The swallow swells and the belly will burst
If the swallow lies
Bloods fought for the country
In the front lines in Vietnam
To be shipped back home
And be given a bucket of 'Spick and Span'
Narrow minded brother junior don't dogmatize
The man in truth all I want is a bit of respect
You understand
CHORUS
Instead of laughing at me
Why don't you help me
Am I just another damn mouth to feed
Blood of brotherman help build a nation
Now a foundation built by greed
The liberty statues seen by the millions
When they embarked upon this land
Saw freedom for all and love the new country
But my people still have been damned
Re white and blue was cool in the first grade
Now I'm a man despised by all
I'd like to love and forgive ya
But my pain was caused by y'all and that
Means hate extremists and all them
CHORUS
Funky drummer come and get yours:
[Everlast]
The pain the hate the news
The blues forever more
War neglect
What makes a connection
You bleed you breed
You plant the seed begin to feed
Train to lead
Then rig the election
Trees and land were all meant for mankind
Not to be told where to stand
By saluting a flag and a pole
With a story 1776 old glory
Wasn't meant for I
'cause I'm the color of the crust
On American apple pie
Bentsonhurst bent down south twisted
The clan in the south land dirt ain't listed
Reagan ran them and I can't stand them
No peace in the middle east till we ban them
Racists, anti semites and bigots hate extremists
Purists all of them…
Mother told me "Don't be angry"
As a little boy
That I could find salvation
And maybe one day own the store
Mama died with nothing
And that's most of what she left me
Need my sunshine yeah,
Hand in hand we went to school
They taught me to salute,
Hidden truth replaced soon after
With a bullet in the gun to shoot
I don't need to lie
But I might need an alibi
For my sunshine come from burning up a flag,
Bronx style rising
Mr. Bronx style rising
Bronx style rising
Rising when your burning up a flag.
Artist: DJ Muggs feat. EVERLAST vs. Pink Floyd
Album: DJ Muggs Classic MixTape
Title: PINKK FLOYD feat. EVERLAST
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Soul Assassins 2G's
And you can swing on these
(One time
Go somethin like this)
Hey, teacher leave the kids alone!
Yo, it's the anti-thug with the antidote
Soul Assassinator with the razor to your throat
Crowd motivator with the upgrader data
Put your drugs in the air, DJ Muggs is on the fader
'Coolin in Cali', I'm Hollywood-swingin
Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin
Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin
Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin
Like a fat bitch with a sun burn
When you gon' learn? Yo, I go back like Chick Hearns
I'm shot-callin, I'm play-makin
Tell me who's ballin, I tell you who's fakin
Hey, teacher leave the kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall (Soul Assassins 2G's)
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Yeah yeah
I say stop - hey - wait, hold on
I'll do you like BDP did PM Dawn
I crept on you, slept on you, style that I hustle
If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle
Def Jams like Russell once he left Rick Rubin
Linked up like a Cuban, where the fuck you been?
Here's a little story that must be told
'bout a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul
When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold
Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold
It's outlandish, yo, it's disgustin
Suckers duckin from the shots we bustin
It's like that
Teacher leave the kids alone
Hey, teacher leave the kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey, teacher leave us kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
("Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding."
"How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!")
Artist: DJ Muggs feat. EVERLAST
Album: Soul Assassins Chapter 2
Title: RAZOR TO YOUR THROAT
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker)
Yeah yeah
Soul Assassins 2G's
And you can swing on these
One time
Go somethin like this
(Break it up, break it up)
Yo, it's the anti-thug with the antidote
Soul Assassinator with the razor to your throat
Crowd motivator with the upgrader data
Put your drugs in the air, DJ Muggs is on the fader
'Coolin in Cali', I'm Hollywood-swingin
Push a burgundy 7 with the wheels bling-blingin
Stereo pumpin, keep your bell ringin
Step up and say somethin, leave you swelled up and stingin
Like a fat bitch with a sun burn
When you gon' learn? Yo, I go back like Chick Hearns
I'm shot-callin, I'm play-makin
Tell me who's ballin, I tell you
who's fakin
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker)
Yeah yeah
(Yo, break it up, break it up)
I say stop - hey - wait, hold on
I'll do you like BDP did PM Dawn
I crept on you, slept on you, style that I hustle
If you wanna flex, punk, make a muscle
Def Jams like Russell once he left Rick Rubin
Linked up like a Cuban, where the fuck you been?
Here's a little story that must be told
'bout a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul
When we roll up in the cut they put the party on hold
Cause we got millions sold and the money we fold
It's outlandish, yo, it's disgustin
Suckers duckin from the shots we bustin
It's like that
(Breaker, breaker, 1-2)
(Breaker, breaker)
(Yo, break it up, break it up)
Artist: Cypress Hill feat. EVERLAST & Deftones
Title: ROCK SUPERSTAR (Remix)
CHORUS
So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live large
A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world, don't trust no body
Gotta look over your shoulder
constantly
I remember the days when I was a young kid growin up
Looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up
The rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys
Sign autographs or whatever the people want from me
It's funny how impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin with it
Nevertheless you got to go for the gusto but you dont know
About the blood, sweat and tears
And losing some of your fears
And losing some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it dont manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac and the brainiac
Don't know how to act
48 tracks
Studio gangster, mack,
Sign the deal, thinks he's gonna make a mil
But never will til he crosses over
Still filling your head with fantasies
Come with me, show the sacrifice it
takes to make the cheese
You wanna be a rock superstar in the biz
And take shit from people who dont know what it is
I wish it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high
And some cant pay the way
Still trapped in what you rapping about
Tell me what happened when you lost the route you took started collapsing
No fans
No fame
No respect
No change
No womenand
Everybody shittin on your name
CHORUS (2x)
You ever have big dreams of making real cream
Big shot, heavy hitter on the main
And you wanna look shanty
In the Bentley, be a snob and never act friendly
You wanna have big fame, let me explain
What happens to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be OK
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never give full to the fullest
That's while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex with chrome raised high
So you wanna roll far
And live large
It ain't all that goes with bein a
rock star
CHORUS (2x)
My own son dont know me
I'm chillin in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video didn't show me
No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that my own people disown me
And the best way back is to keep your head straight,
never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honies at the Palladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on,
And so on
Go on, fall off,
The ho's roll on
Til the next rock superstar
With no shame
Give em a year, he'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin ignored, I warned him
Assured him, this aint easy take it from Weezy
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the
fuckin people
Assassins, Assassins
CHORUS (2x)
Album: Mad Dog American
Title: RHYME IN THE CHAMBER
[Everlast]
Yo, I've been a professional sinner since birth
Just spent my 30th winter on Earth
You can't enter my turf like you're surfing the web
Rocked mics since DJ's spun Debbie Deb
Look out weekend, here I come
Back in '93 I might have brought my gun
And bucked the air for fun
Made the party run
I act mad stupid, but don't play me dumb
Cause where you're from, yo you might get sun
If you walk around scared, your jewels might get run
But where I stay, baby we don't play
We don't talk it, we live it, till the judgment day
And if I'm called to pay, and I forgot to pray
God bless my soul, have mercy on me
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me
Life's a bitch, don't take the shit
personally
Artist: Nice & Smooth feat. EVERLAST
Album: Jewel of the Nile, 1993
Title: SAVE THE CHILDREN
[Everlast]
It's the ill front freaka
Commin' out your speaka
Run and take a leak-a
Then, yo, you'll wreake-a
Like the 49a
No one can rock fina
The funky one line-a
Fuck the one time-a
From South Carolina all the way to Vancouver
Don't make a move or I'll buck your ass down
I don't fuck around
'Cause I'm the crazy white peckerwood cracka
You might catch a smacka
Then you'll catch a bullet
'Cause I'm gonna pull it
And I'm known to use it
I got patients, punk, don't abuse it
You choose it, 'cause you wanna hear it
Dropped the mic and style but you can't come near it (???)
Fear it, run for the hills
Get off the dills come flip the fills (???)
My name's Everlast and I wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills
I get cheap thrills of stickin' fly bottles of tap 40 bottles
Suckin' up duck wottles (???)
My man George said it walked like a fuckin' duck
My name's Everlast 'cause I don't
give a fuck
Artist: Mobb Deep feat. EVERLAST
Album: Loud Rocks
Title: SHOOK ONES PART II
To all the killaz and the hundred dollar billas'
For real dealers that ain't got no feelings...
Check it out now....
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us
Official white folks murderers
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got 'nuff shots to share
For all those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone
You're all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for their self in this land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin'
Like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get your whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team
I guarantee you it'll be you very last time breathin'
Your simple words just don't move me
You're minor, we're major
You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew's featherweight
My gunshots will make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart get cold
Another faked disease, another story gets told
It ain't nothin' really
Hey, yo son spark that Phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
Yo, why they still alive I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in L.A the foundation
If i had to die I couldn't choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
Son, they shook...
CHORUS (4x)
'cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
You shook
Livin' the life with the diamonds & guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn founds
But some get shoot, locked down & turn nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up shook ones
You ain't crook son
you're just a shook one
There is a war going on outside, no man is safe from
You can run, but you can't hide forever
And the knees, streets, weed we took
You walk on with your head down scared to look
You shook...
'cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
They're never around when the be-cooks
And my part of town is similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and hold heavy on the cops control
You better have the right, get ready, try to bag me rocksteadty
'bout the Mag' one double, I touch you,
Leave you with not much to go home with
My skin is sticked, cause I be up in the mix of action
If I am not home, puffed off and relaxin'
A late night a nigger got depressed
So I wear a stuck proof underneath my guests
For life with diamonds & guns,
There is a numerous way you can choose to earn founds
But some get shoot, locked down & turn nuns
Cowardly hearts send straight up
shook ones
You shook...
'cause aint no such thing as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
You shook...
(Repeat)
You ain't crook son
You are just a shook one
Artist: Xzibit
feat. EVERLAST
Title: SHROOMZ PART II
Yo yo yo
Hey
Oh, this tastes like Shit
Oh, it’s awful!
[Xzibit]
Whitey Ford takes the flows
See I’m about to have the time of my life
Bacardi on Ice
Live from Los Angeles, it’s a Saturday night
While others stay tight
We’re looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without my alkaholik stash
Scooped my homie Tash: "Introduce me to Everlast"
(Hey how you doin')
He know where the bitches move fast so we can have a blast.
[Everlast]
I think you know my man Sadat from the Nubian Crew
I can see your rolling tight with the Likwit, too.
I make room for every Crew whose beats be booming
I know you puffing some weed but are you down with some shrooming?
(Xzibit: Shrooming? Hell nah, that’s what the white boys be doing)
I got room in my Jeep, we can mash a few down
Eat a few bags of shit and we could mash up a town
See, I know this spot where them things will be hot
We guarantee at least two chickens up in every pot
So watch’a want
(Xzibit: Watch’a got?)
Eyo, eat some of these (aight)
And thrust us all up you’ll be cool like a breeze
[Xzibit]
Brought me back some Orange Juice two Vitamin Cs
And by the look on my face it’s like a painful disease
They tasted awful, but by that time I had a jawful
(Everlast: Just chill, ten minutes and it’s all downhill)
Downhill? How does it feel?
How long does it take to work?
Am I gonna fry my disk?
Does it make my stomach hurt?
Captain Kirk pulled into the night club parking lot
The Line was at the bottom black, hurry up and find a parking spot
Straight to the bar, drinking hennessey and orange juice
I gotta be trippin’ that bitch just melted through the floor
[Everlast]
Yo either I’m high or I think that I’m dreaming
Don’t take this shit wrong X but you look like a demon
And I might start screaming
I think I might puke
Cuz I just heard a voice saying: Use the voice, Luke!
[Xzibit]
Brothers and sisters walking by that I recognize
Feeling hypnotized it was dilated changing sides
To my surprise we didn’t even have to scrap tonight
Higher than kites staring at lights
It’s an other kind of high
[Everlast]
My mouth was dry I forget how to breath
And I just saw some shit that u wouldn’t believe
Eat this bomb, baby palm, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Let me slide up in this mix get some chicks and we’ll leave
[Xzibit]
We be stumbling, straight from the bar, straight to the car
Feeling like my feet getting stuck to the street
Went to my house, smoking trees, playing video games
Everlast, a couple of homies, a couple of days
[Everlast]
It was me, X, and Tash, we was smoking a J
With this girl named Michelle and her friend Chantay
Pumping "Straight Outta Compton" by NWA
Am I talking out loud, or just thinking this way
[Xzibit]
Damn I can’t find my keys
This chickens ready to leave, they’re ready to bounce
Yo I think we smoked the whole ounce
I’m roaming the house
Finding out words, hard to pronounce
Talking to myself, see Mariah Gage on the shelf
For everybody stays deep I turn out low out cases
25 lightning’s is what Xzibit is facing
If somebody catch a slug at my house
That’s the last time I ever put some stupid ass drugs in my mouth.
Pulled a buc fifty, unloaded the gage ate least I thought so
Except I can’t unload a chamber (??)
That's what I forgot
That’s what I lost
When I pulled the barrel at the floor and the gage went off
He He He He
Artist: Lordz Of Brooklyn feat. EVERLAST & Stoned Soul
Album: Take A Bite Outta Rhyme
Title: SUCKER MC'S
[LOB]
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was Def and it went this way
I took a test to become an MC
And Orange Krush became amazed over me
Took me inside of his Cadillac
The chaffeur drove off and we never came back
(???) cut the record down to the bone
And now they got me rockin on the microphone
Then takin' autographs, and here's the laugh
Champagne caviar, and bubble bath
But see,
CHORUS
That's the life that I lead
And you sucker MC's is who I please
Take that and move back catch a heart attack
Because there's nothin in the world,
that I would ever lack
[Everlast]
Chillin' at a party in a b-boy stance
Rockin' on the mic, make the girls wanna dance
Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
Rockin on the mic, you can call me
E-Love
[Stoned Soul]
We hit you with the one two three, three to two one
My name 80 M, you can't make 'em (???)
We do it in the place with the highs and the bass
Rockin to the rhythm, writing graph's on the trains
Go Uptown and come down to the ground
You sucker MC's, boy, you sad face clown
You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
You's a sucker MC, and you're my fan
[LOB]
I got a big long Caddy and I lack a Seville
And written right on the side is 'Dressed to Kill'
So if you see me cruisin step aside
There ain't enough room you all in my ride
It's first comin', a first serve basis
Coolin out girl, take you to the def places
One of a kind and for your people's delight
You sucker MC's, you just ain't right
Because you're bitin all your life, you're cheatin on your wife
You're walkin 'ound town like a hoodlum with a knife
You're hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew
And everybody know what you've been
through
CHORUS
[Everlast]
I'm dressed to kill, I love the style
I'm an MC you know who's versatile
Got good credit in your regards
Got my name not numbers on my credit cards
I go Uptown, I come back home
just me, myself and my microphone
CHORUS
Artist: Run DMC feat. EVERLAST
Album: Crown Royal
Title: TAKE THE MONEY AND RUN
[Run]
Let me tell you about what I love with Gina
Lover like no other couldn't get in between her
Always stayed fly man, I'm wishing to seen her
Said they had a scheme, but nobody believed her
No real job cause she stay in the street
Gina didn't nail but the love made beats
When they want to eat, they just walked in the store
They took what they wanted man they the illest you saw
So one day they went uptown and seen em' with ice
Butter liked to change and Gina said they're breaking ice
Next thing you know they wan to pull of the heights
Shook to the look and shoot the tulip twice
Down with old Sherman as they flew in the air
Butter acting rough and Ram was struck by the pair
Gina had the door cause she goofed with the gun
They both grabbed the money and run
CHORUS (Everlast)
Come on take the money and run (run)
Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey
Come on take the money and run
Come on take the money and run, hey
hey hey
Smoothie was a rookie that was doing a scene
Used to be a dog, now he's doing it clean
Ironic he was cupping and they gave him the spot
Now Butter buffing Hollis used to chill in the park
Said run around they way with a brand new band
Gina looking pretty in the city of frame
Smoothie said y'all got to get these in
And these are the two I've got to act enhanced
And these were from Hollis promised not to tell
And leave these cocks from a long, long trail
Smoothie saw Gina and a chick turned pale
Ronnie saying something like she know got bailed
Butter said promise me I won't see jail
Smoothie won a watch in a brand new cell
Butter and Gina moved to Pepsi cola
Smoothie got a rollie and I'm on the
roller
CHORUS (Everlast)
Come on take the money and run (run)
Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey
Come on take the money and run, that's what I say
Come on take the money and run, yeah
yeah yeah
All I can say is about the story
And living like Butter love is not floury
Let me show you how we get the money legit
Jack B. Nimble was nimble and he was quick
Well Run-DMC is the kings of rock
Rolled to the top and then we never get dropped
You still have us chilling in 2001
And me and D will take the money and
run
CHORUS (Everlast)
Come on take the money and run (run)
Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey
Come on take the money and run, that's what I say
Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey
Come on take the money and run, that's what I say
Come on take the money and run, yeah yeah yeah
Come on take the money and run, aha
Come on take the money and run, hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
That's what I say
Artist: Tairrie
B. feat. EVERLAST
Album: The Power Of A Woman
Title: VINNIE THA' MOOCHA
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to
the Comptown Club
What a crowd, what a mob, what a show
We got Ice T in the house, we got Eazy-E in the house
And all the way from Philly we've got Schoolly D
But right now I'd like to introduce the star of the show, Tarrie B
Now people here's a rhyme about Vinnie The Moocha
He was a Brooklyn boy, hootcha Kootcha
He came to LA and thought he was fly
But Tairrie B said: "Playa please, don’t even try"
CHORUS
Hi di hi di hi di hi (hi di hi di hi di hi)
Ho de ho de ho de ho (ho de ho de ho de ho)
He de he de he de he (he de he de he de he)
Ho de ho de ho de ho (ho de ho de ho de ho)
Ok, my story starts out at the smokey hole
You know the hip hop spot, well it's the place to go
T was in the corner cold coolin' with the posse
When this man said: "Hey baby, sign this 8 x 10 copy
Yo my name is Vinnie as the story goes
In the past three weeks, I've been to all of your shows
I've been hoping maybe me and you could spend a little time
Maybe get to know each other over a drink of wine
Sit down and talk, maybe take a long walk
Under the moonlight, holding hands thru the whole night"
"Thanks for the compliment, but I know your game
I bet you say the same thing to every dame"
CHORUS
Now for those of you who don't know, Vinnie's a Schmoozer
A good looking Joe, but a three time loser
He can look you in the eye and make ya lose your breath
In other words homegirls the boy was def
But T was no sucker, she couldn't be played
By a man out to get what he can, like get paid
He said: "I'll buy you a diamond, a five karat chunk"
"Thanks but yo, I already got one chump
And if you wanna impress me stop playin' a part
I can tell a phony fella from the very start"
But Vinnie wouldn't let up and T was gettin' fed up
Her bodyguard approached and said: "It's time for you to get up"
Then all of a sudden Vinnie pulled out a gun
And said: "Your coming with me doll, we're gonna get done"
And as he headed for the door as if you needed to ask
Well who should appear but her man Everlast
CHORUS
Well Everlast said: "Drop the piece and let my girl go
Punk, Tairre B's coming with me so
Leor get the door, Bronx Style get my back
Donald D get the gat, this is a syndicate jack"
But Vinnie was mad and had become a creep
And the boys had a bad reputation to keep
So he said: "Peep this"and then shot twice
Then Vinnie was dead, ya know, "On Ice"
And as she looked down on Vinnie she said: "You poor slob
Didn't I tell you I was down with the syndicate mob
"And we’re notorious" so listen up y'all
That's whatcha get for messin' around with a gangster's maul
CHORUS
I always thought Vinnie was a dead beat
Well, it just goes to show ya
Anything can happen at the Comptown Club
What a crowd, what a mob, what a show
Artist: Madonna feat. EVERLAST
Album: Rain Maxi Single, 1993
Title: WAITING (Remix)
[Everlast]
What you waitin' for, hon, come and get it
Don't even sweat it babydoll that can wet it
I treat it like a virgin and work it overtime
If honey's lookin' fine we can go the whole nine
We can do the do sweety pie what's the new
I betcha when I'm done, hon, you know I'm true blue
'Cause I can get explicit, baby, let me kiss it
Get it while it's hot 'cause when i'm done you're gonna miss it
Sexual healin', baby, that's what I'm feelin'
Mirrors on the ceilin', come check the feelin'
High pitch squeelin', twitch it, jerk it
I'm a stud like Captain Kirk and it's your body that I'm workin'
'Cause I can get freaky like a Friday
I know you're going my way, naked on the highway
Jump into the ride, I'll take you to the pen
The name's Everlast, hon, here's what
it is