Microphone Fiend

Hey, yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, " Yes y'all!"
They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after another one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging, ripping up the stage and
Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, Cuz it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing

(Chorus)
E-F-F-E-C-T
A smooth operator operating correctly

But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You can't solve it, you silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme' a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness?
Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people ain't stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiending for a microphone
Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see
I'm hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away 
But you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up

(Chorus) 

Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

(Chorus)

Pistol Grip Pump

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
They can be f*cking with other n*ggas sh*t, but they can't be f*cking with mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
They can be f*cking with other n*ggas sh*t, but they can't be f*cking with mine

I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence
The brothers in the hood be Chivalrous
So i rest defense on my ligaements
Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin it
Full life living it, never giving it back
Too late for slipping, so slack up
Its on my lap its on your lips so track shot
A steel d*ck more flak for pump but
All im saying there aint no question who the man is
In my civic or in this show biz
I kill fool,  kill the fool
Come on what you say?
I think I can take care of all you muthaf*ckas don't delay right away 

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
They can be f*cking with other n*ggas sh*t, but they can't be f*cking with mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
They can be f*cking with other n*ggas sh*t, but they can't be fIcking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right?
Cause tricks be out for your blindside
Never understood it, but remember I showed you
That in these times you gotta look over your shoulder, strap
Well that ain't nothin' but the intent of gettin high 
And a cop giving you sh*t for just passing you by
If your ever in trouble or on the double best to call your pals
If you got (?) ?
Are we getting along? we family, we better be
We got your back, we got your back kid
Just dont be pointing one of them guns, alright, man 

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
They can be f*cking with other n*ggas sh*t, but they can't be f*cking with mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
They can be f*cking with other n*ggas sh*t, but they can't be f*cking with mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
They can be f*cking with other n*ggas sh*t, but they can't be f*cking with mine
Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
They can be f*cking with other n*ggas sh*t, but they can't be f*cking with mine

Kick Out The Jams

I feel pretty good 
And I guess I could get crazy now baby 
Cause we all got in tune 
when the dressing room got hazy 

I know how you want it 
Hot, quick and tight 
The girls cant stand it 
When youre doin it right 
Let me up on the stand 
And let me kick out the jams 
Yeah, kick out the jams 

Im starting to sweat 
My shirts all wet 
What a feelin From the sound that abounds 
And resounds and rebounds off the ceiling 

You gotta have it baby 
You cant do without 
When you get that feelin 
You gotta sock 'em out 
Put that mike in my hand 
And let me kick out the jams 
Yeah, kick out the jams 

You gotta give it up
You cant get enough Miss. Mackenzie 
Cause it gets in your brain 
And it drives you insane 
Leapin frenzy 

The wigglin guitar 
The crash of the drums 
You wanna keep a rockin 
Till the morning comes 

Let me be who I am 
And let me kick out the jams 
Yeah, kick out the jams 
I done kicked em out! 

Renegades Of Funk

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now (2x) 

We're the renegades of this atomic age 
This atomic age of renegades 
Renegades of this atomic age 
This atomic age of renegades 

Since the Prehistoric ages and the days of ancient Greece 
Right down through the middle ages 
Planet earth kept going through changes 
And then no renaissance came, and the times continued to change 
Nothing stayed the same, but there were always renegades 
Like Chief Sitting Bull, Tom Paine 
Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcom X 
They were renegades of their time and age 
So many renegades 

We're the renegades of funk (x4) 

From a different solar system many many galaxies away 
We are the force of another creation 
A new musical revelation 
And we're on this musical mission to help the others listen 
And groove from land to land singin' electronic chants like 
Zulu nation 
Revelations 
Destroy our nations (x6) 

Now renegades are the people with their own philosophies 
They change the course of history 
Everyday people like you and me 
We're the renegades we're the people 
With our own philosophies 
We change the course of history 
Everyday people like you and me 
C'mon 
We're the renegades of funk (x4) 

Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop 
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin' 
Poppin', sockin', puttin' a side of hip-hop 
Because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin' 
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop 
'Cause we're poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop 
Poppin', sockin', rockin' puttin' a side of hip-hop 

We're the renegades of funk (x4) 

We're teachers of the funk 
And not of empty popping 
We're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics 
With the bass, and the treble the horns and our vocals
'Cause everytime I pop into the beat we get fresh 

There was a time when our music 
Was something called the Bay Street beat 
People would gather from all around 
To get down to the big sound 
You had to be a renegade in those days 
To take a man to the dance floor 

Say jam sucker 
Jam sucker 
Say groove sucker 
Groove sucker 
Say dance sucker 
Dance sucker 
Now move sucker 
Move sucker 
(2x) 

We're the renegades of funk

Beautiful World

It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say 
It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world
For you, for you, for you 
It's a wonderful time to be here
It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere
The way they comb their hair
Makes me want to say 
It's a wonderful place
It's a wonderful place
It's a wonderful place
For you, for you, for you 
Hey. tell me what I say
Boy and girl with the new clothes on
You can shake it to me all night long
Hey, hey 
It's a beautiful world we live in
A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere
The way they show they care
Makes me want to say 

It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world
It's a beautiful world
For you, for you, for you
It's not for me 
It's a beautiful world, for you
It's a beautiful world, for you
It's a beautiful world, for you
It's a beautiful world, not me 
It's a beautiful world (4x) 
It's a beautiful, beautiful world  
Not me

I'm Housin'

Coolin' on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing
Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
Yo P you was packin, You know I was strapped
Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim
They kept coming, just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started sprayin n*ggaz

What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
that can head your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Givin best wishes to the best MC
The E the D-O-U-B-L-E
Because I'm housin (6X)

Coolin at a party, no better yet disco
Head feelin mellow from a bottle of Cisco
Move...
To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco
Every chance I get, I try to kill
That's one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill
I keep the place jumpin til the party's through
Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues
Take off your coat, won't you stay a while
Check out the voice that is smooth and mild
It's like Wheel of Fortune, go on for big money
Come cold rock the party, and leave wit ya honey

Gimme the cue, check one two
Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
Treatin me the E Doubl-E, like a stepchild
Well let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul
MC's, you know who you are
On the bandwagon Why P? Cuz you a star
This is the year that when the joker's are wild
When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I start cappin
But for now, since everything's calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
As I proceed to rock, the girls are clockin
Some brothers act hard but the rest are jockin
Because I'm housin (4X)

I come on strong, like a bodybuilder 
Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch Matilda
Deliver a rhyme like Federal Express 
My intention's not to dis, but impress
For the ladies and gents, the money was spent 
To see the E-P-Double-E-M-D (yes the main event)
In concert... not worried bout oos n boos (because we do work) 
To make your body jerk 
(To make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt 
 With the P) Double-E MD Double E'n 
I'm not skeezing, but pleasing
All party goers, also behind show-ers
Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome 
Out the mouth, to the microphone
Because I'm housing (4X)

In My Eyes

You tell me you like the taste 
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you f*cking get it?

It's in my eyes (8x) 
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

You tell me that nothing matters
You're just f*cking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me I should like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
At least I'm f*cking trying
What the f*ck have you done?

It's in my eyes (8x)
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
Thanks a lot, friends

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Hey don't miss out on what you're passing
You're massing the hootah of the funky buddah
Eluder of the f*cked up style's that get wicked
So come on as I start to kick it
Cause we're like outlaws sridding 
Sucka's are hiding
Jump behind the bush when they see me driving by
Hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some pootoes*
Acting kind of loco I'm just another local
Kid from the street getting paid for my vocals.
Here is something you can't understand,
How I could just kill a man

(Chorus)
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

I've been doin' all the dumb sh*t yo
Because nothing is coming from it
I'm not gonna waste no time f*cking around 
I got ya' humming
Humming coming at ya! 
And you know I had to gat ya!
Time for some action just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance to run the interference
In to your sattle light shining a battle light
Swing out the gat and I know it'll gat you right
Here's an example just a little sample:
How could I just kill a man
One time tried to come in my home take my chrome
I said "yo it's on!" 
Take cover son or you're @$$ed out
How do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out
Didn't have to blast him but I did any way, young punk had to pay
So I just killed a man

(Chorus) 
It's gonna be a long time before I finish
One of the many missions that I had to establish
To lite my spliff ignite you with insite so if you ain't down, bullsh*t! 
Say some punk tried to get you for your auto
Would call one time and play the rolemodel?
No! I think you'll play like a thug
Next you here the shot of a magnum slug
Humming coming at ya!
Yeah you know I'm gonna' get ya 
How do you know where I'm at when you haven't been
Where I've been, understand where I'm coming from. 
While you're up on the hill in your big home
I'm out here risking my dome
Just for a bucket or a faster ducket
Just to stay alive yo I got to say, f*ck it!
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man

The Ghost Of Tom Joad

Men walkin’ ’long the railroad tracks 
Goin’ someplace there’s no goin’ back 
Highway patrol choppers comin’ up over the ridge 

Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge 
Shelter line stretchin’ ’round the corner 
Welcome to the new world order 
Families sleepin’ in their cars in the Southwest 
No home no job no peace no rest 

The highway is alive tonight 
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes 
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light 
Searchin’ for the ghost of Tom Joad 

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag 
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag 
Waitin’ for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last 
In a cardboard box ’neath the underpass 
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land 
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand 
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock 
Bathin’ in the city aqueduct 

The highway is alive tonight 
Where it’s headed everybody knows 
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light 
Waitin’ on the ghost of Tom Joad 

Now Tom said "Mom, wherever you see a cop beatin’ a guy 
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries 
Where there’s a fight ’gainst the blood and hatred in the air 
Look for me Mom I’ll be there 
Wherever there’s somebody fightin’ for a place to stand 
Or decent job or a helpin’ hand 
Wherever somebody’s strugglin’ to be free 
Look in their eyes Mom you’ll see me." 

Well the highway is alive tonight 
But nobody’s kiddin’ nobody about where it goes 
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light 
With the ghost of old Tom Joad 

Down On The Streets

Huh!
Ooh!
Down on the street
Where the faces shine
Floatin' around on
A real low mind
I see a pretty thing
In a wall
I see a pretty thing
In a wall (X4)
Uuh!
Yeah!
Uuh!
Yeah, deep in the night 
I'm lost in love
Yeah, deep in the night 
I'm lost in love
Thousand eyes
They look at you 
Thousand eyes 
They, they, look at you!
Come on (X3)
Yeah (X4)
Come on (X3)
Yeah! uhyeah! yeah!
Come on (X3) yeah (X3) come one (X3) Yeah!
Oooh!
Yeah!
Urgh!
Where the faces shine
A real low mind
Where the faces shine
In a real low
Come on!

Street Fighting Man

Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy 
Tell me what can a poor boy do? 
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town 
There's just no place for a street fighting man 
Street fighting man

Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution?
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution 
Well, then what can a poor boy do? 
Except sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
'Cause in sleepy L.A. town 
There's no place for a street fighting man 
Street fighting man

Well what else can a poor boy do? (4x)

Hey! My name is called disturbance 
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants 
Well, what can a poor boy do? 
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
In this sleepy L.A. town 
There's just no place for a street fighting man 
For a street fighting man!

Maggie's Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more!