Comin’ up the Sublime

Stolen from an Africa land,

Chased out with a knife

Oh well the bars are always open, and the time is always right

And if God's good word goes unspoken the music goes all night

And if I was half pint I'd whoop my Lord up above

If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight

If I was a boomtown rat i would be stayin' up all night

If I was the King Ad-Rock I would get stupid dumb

And if rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb

If I had a shotgun, you know what I'd do?

Because the bars are always open and the time is always right

And if God's good work goes unspoken the music goes all night

And it goes... I want a lover but I can't find the time

I want a reason but can't find a rhyme

And I want to start some static but I can't afford

Knees slam to the ground as I fell off my skateboard

Jesus Christ nowadays is clear as you please

You get strapped with protection or strapped with disease

Cuz laughter, it's free

Any time just call me

439-0116

Stolen from an Africa land,

I was chased out of the bar

Who-ahh I saw my best friend tonight so

Who-oh-oh-ahh

I'm gonna run come down with the new lyrics

Get hit, get hip, don't slip you knuckle heads

Racism is scism on a serious tip

You don't belive me then I go on bust your lip

Higher the mountain, it hard to climb

Check out (???) guy it seed on time

We got Cricket with the quickness and the bass line...

He goes...

(bass solo...then drums and guitar come in)

Aww people wanna come up and they wan' tell me

Smokin' crack cocaine better than sensi.

Your're puffin' that shit till we're sick of it!

They’re tweakin' every weekend and we just can't take it

Whoa-oh, we no want plastic!

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone

Your girlfriend said so, but I really don't know

That don't mean we fucked around

That night last week when you left town

Was tweakin' by myself one night

That's when I wrote this tune

And I did not have no need for that bed in my hotel room

Sometimes right now since I've left the pen

Sometimes I pray

And I’m waiting, waiting for some bright holiday (holiday)

Yeah, and I bought myself a gun hu-uh yeah

And I'm right back, right back where I'm from (from from from)

Sleepin' by yourself at night can make you feel alone

My got me a baby doll girlfriend - she's a little ho

It don't mean that I fuck around

Mmm I like to keep that higher ground-ound-round

Uhh sometimes I pray

Oohh and I’m waiting, waiting for some bright holiday

And I bought myself a gun

Oohh yeah, and I'm right back, right back where I'm from

Ohhh oohh, don't tease me

Don't tease

Sometimes I pray

I’m waiting, waiting for some bright holiday (holiday)

And I bought myself a gun

And I'm right back, right back where I'm from

I've got so much trouble on my mind that it feels just like I'm always sleepin' with the enemy

Yeah, but I know the real world always gets the last word in

That's why I gotta kick reality

So don't tease me, and try to say that I should care

Might as well go out for mine when everybody's going out for their’s

There ain’t no life nowhere

I swear sometimes your taking me for granted.

And I swear sometimes you’re a whore

And I swear but I know there ain't no reason

Cuz everything is such a bore

Yipes!

Last night I had a dream, oh it made me sick

Saw you in your bedroom sucking someone else’s dick

And my friends all laughed, said it was my fault

That it's time that it happened to me

But I know that the show was much more than a blow

And I'm waiting for the tide to get low-ow-ow

Waiting for the tide to get low

Lick ‘em

Sssss sok ok

Rokk

Brrrrgrgrg

Three ray sok

Muthafucka like three the hard way

Heh, if I was an ant crawlin' upon the wall

Tell me baby, would it make no difference at all?

If I was a roach on a tree

Tell me, would you smoke me?

Good God knows

Bright lights put me in trance

But it ain't house music, that makes me want (to dance)

I don't gamble but I bet

I'm gonna die if I don't get a cigarette

Just because I always play the mack

Put the monkey on my back, God knows

Bon nom bom bom buh somemon

(instumental)

Uno, dos, tres, quatro

(long instrumental)

Go on!

Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live. Buh duh bye

Hard to live, yes, it's hard to give

But it will be a long time before that shit starts to give

And every single day it's getting harder to give

And I would be up for being down with a ho

God knows I got the muthafuckin’ mic control

Until you got mic control

You notice your style is well original

This man, makin’ money, I know

It won’t be no man of me

In my bed I watch TV

Drunk by noon, but that's okay

Light my cigarette and I think that Bert Susanka made me drink.

Load the box and I pump that shit.

Is this band make huh makin’ money? I don't know

That writing on the wall

All my friends drink alcohol

I'm too drunk to light the bong

I'm too stoned to write this song

Light my cigarette and I stink (think) that Bert Susanka made me drink

Load the box and then pump that shit

Here’s somebody we know because

Wake up in the morning and it's hard to live

Hard to live, yes, it's hard to live

But it will be a long time before that shit starts to give

Every single day is getting harder to give

But I would be up for being down with a ho

I got muthafuckin’ mic control

Do you got mic control?

You notice your style is well original

This man, bakin’ (makin’) money, how I know

It won’t be no man of me

In my bed I watch TV

Drunk by noon, but that's okay

I'll be president someday

Light my cigarette and I think Bert Susanka he made me drink

Load the box and then pump that shit

(Crowd: Date Rape! Date Rape...)

Alright alright

Awright

I thought I was in a shitty mood too

(Crowd: Date Rape! Date Rape...)

Let me tell you about a girl I know

Had a drink about a hour ago

Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown L.

She heard a noise and she looked through the door

Saw a man she'd never seen before

He had light skin and light blue eyes

A double-chin and a plastic smile

Well he a beat heart rate as he walked in the door

And took an empty seat next to her at the bar

"My brand new car is parked right outside.

How'd ya like to go for a ride?"

But she said "Wait a minute I have to think"

He said "That's fine. May I please buy you a drink"

One drink turned into 3 or 4

And they left and got into his car

And drove someplace real far

Buh-da-bye buh-da-bye buh-da-bye

Now babe the time has come

How'd ya like to have a little fun?

And she said

"If we could only please be on our way I will not run"

That's when things got out of control

She didn't want to, he had his way

She said "Let's Go"

He said "No Way!"

Come on babe it's your lucky day.

Hush your mouth, (were gonna do it my way)

(gibberish)

Come on baby don't be afraid

(guitar solo)

He turned up and he started the car

He turned around and drove back to the bar

He said "Now baby don't be sad

In my opinion you weren't half-bad."

Well she picked up a rock.,threw it at the car

Hit him in the head ,now his got a big scar

Come on party people won't you listen to me

The next day she went to her drawer

Looked up her local attorney at law

Went to the phone and filed a police report

And she took the guy's ass to court

Well the day he stood in front of the judge

He screamed "She lies that little slut!"

The judge knew that he was full of shit

And he gave him 25 years

Now his heart is filled with tears

One night in jail it was getting late

He was accosted by a large inmate

He screamed as he got buttfucked

But the guards paid no attention to his cries

That's when things got out of control

The moral of the date rape story

It does not pay when your drunk and horny

That's the way it had to be

Locked him up and threw away the key

Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind

That's the way it had to be

Locked him up and threw away the key

Well, I can't take pity on men of his kind

Even though he now takes it in the behind

DATE RAPE!

Nah nah nah nah nah bah nah nah nah nah

Bah nah nah nah nah bah nah nah nah nah

(She didn’t want to)

She didn’t want to

She didn’t want to

She didn’t want to – take it!

(Someone: Take a break for a minute while the guy changes reals)

STP

All that I need

Look at all the love we found, oh oh oh

I won't run and pull no one jack move

They love her for the Kingston sound

Flava flav and I-C-E

Once said somethin' that made me

Want to burn my liquor store down to the...ground

But I just can't leap (leave) my pad

And I'd surely wind up dead

Cuz I know they're out their waitin' and watchin' for me

(Still I got my yellow cap), and my wooden baseball bat, and my shiny silver gat

And if my Matt Vargas got my back then I've got all that I need

Look at all the love we've found, oh-oh-oh

I won't run and pull no one jack move

They love her for the Kingston sound oh oh oh, oh

I won’t slip and I won't trip

Send Matt Vargas out to regrip

While I'm wrenchin' on my ride

In that secret ol’ tweaker place pad where we hide

There's always lotsa fun stuff to do

Relax and design a brand new tattoo

Play with my crossword puzzle book

I'm even learnin' how to cook speed

Have you seen my my whore, baby

Cuz someone said that she stole my freddie

And if she made of with my last clean rig

I'm gonna kill that funky ditch pig

So what? outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my teaker pad

Cuz I know you're talkin bout me makin’ it hard to live

Cuz i, I want no money dick I don't want no money down

My secret tweaker pad is now the hottest pale in town

I just take it nice and easy

Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the door to raid me

Cuz all that I need

Look at all the love we've found, wow-oh-oh

Three, four

I won't run pull one jack move

Love her for the Kingston sound

You’re really much too kind

When you grab ahold of me

I'm a parasite

Creep and crawl I step into the night

Two pints of booze

But ain't got no money to spend

Thank God this night never end

Lord knows I'm weak

And won't somebody get get me off this reef?

Baby you’re a big blue whale

Grab the reef when all duck divin' fails

(I) swim, but I wish I never learned

The water's too polluted now with germs

Dive deep when it's ten feet over head

Grab the reef underneath my bed. Underneath my bed

But a I ain't got no quarrels with Jud

Ain't got no time to grow high-igh-igh

Lord knows I'm weak

And won't somebody get me off this reef?

(instrumental)

(Ain't) got no quarrels with God

Ain't got no time to grow oh-hoh-oh (old)

Lord knows I'm weak

And won't somebody get me off this reef?

(Crowd: Boss D.J.!!!)

Tellin’ you right now

(???) have time to plough

Soon there will be nothin’ natural

Everything will be artificial

In the future I say

In the future I say

In the future I-I-I say

Start talking trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

A little competition comes my way (billy bye)

It always winds up the same but

(The stone that the builder refused) shall be the head corner stone

Ah, but there ain't nothin' wrong

Ain't nothin' right

And still I sit and lie awake at night

Start talkin' trash and I'll come with my Smith and Wesson

When I bust my lyrics we all know it's wicked and wiley

Ain't nothin' wrong who ain't nothin' right

And still I sit and lie awake at night

Oh-oh-oh, You better strapped with your gat if you wan' walk with me

Cuz I’m bound to come down with the new stylee

Rock the rubadub known as reggae music

Gonna come down with the new lyrics

Cuz it just the shit just ain't no thing

Oh-oh-oh, I said it's been a really long, real long (time)

Ain't nothin' wrong

Ooh, Ain't nothin' right

And still I sit and lie awake all night

Ahhh Rubadub blender, a newa mixer, sta

Because hear the dub, hear the dub, hear a the dubbed down D.J.

Lord have this grilled cheese

And I caught the man Eno with the tempo badly tweakin'

Every time we see them you fulfill the danger, wah-wah

Ain't nothin' wrong

Ain't nothin' right

And still I sit and lie awake all night

Oh, oh yea

Ooh it’s hard

Dreddy got a job to do

And we might fulfill the mission

To see his pain would be his greatest ambition

But ah, we will survive in this world of competition

Shooting guns and our ammunition bo bo bo bo

I won't wait so long,

Oh-oh-oh I said I won't wait so long for you

Oh, oh, yeah ooh oh

And it’s hard

Hard - hard to get so much

Hard to - hard to get so much

Hard to get so

You answer en la pincha

En la pinta

En da pinta right now

(gibberish) sometimes yesterday

Realize so long ago and I bet you

Seen it all, the lie won’t let you

I’ve got fourteen miles to go

I’ve got rhythm, common sense I’ve got the soul

But I won’t want no come around our love

So why why why why why?

If you are (???) I’m gonna hang it on the wall and I’m a find you

I find you I’m gonna get your lovin’ arms today-ay

So why-iy?

We fight to get

We fight to keep our weary arms to bed

Real love something and I still know

People make their own places to go

Ed (and) now in ’94 we’re gonna try some more

1994 we’re going die some more

And would you ever want to be the last show?

It is going to be the last straw

That (???) make the cars that we drive

Ed (and) don’t worry, don’t mind

I got hows to find

And it’s all underneath your voodoo

(guitar solo)

Uh, I re – I remember it now okay

(just guitar)

Lying in my plastic bed, thinkin' how things were so cool to me

My baby likes to shoot pool

I like lying naked in my bedroom

Tying off that dinosaur, tonight used to be so cool

(drums come in)

I've got the needle, and I can’t shake, but I can't breed (bleed)

Take it away and I want more and more

One day I'm gonna lose (the war)

(tempo speeds up slightly)

Lying in my plastic bed, thinkin' how things were so cool to me

My baby likes to shoot poo-ool

I like lying naked in my bedroom

Tying off that dinosaur, tonight used to be so cool

But now I've got the needle, and I can't shake, but I can't bleed

Take it away, I want more and more

One day I'm gonna lose the war

(tempo goes wild)

Lying in my plastic bed, thinkin' how things were so cool to me

My baby likes to shoot pool

I like lying naked in my bedroom

Tying off that dinosaur, tonight used to be so cool

Now I've got the needle, and I can't shake, but I can't breathe

(Take it) away, I want more and more

(One day I'm gonna lose the war)

Lying in my plastic bed, thinkin' how things were so cool to me

My baby likes to shoot pool

I like lying naked in my bedroom

Tying off that dinosaur, tonight used to be so cool

Now I've got the needle, and I can't shake, but I can't breathe

Take it away but I want more and more

Do a little dub here

Out my window, cool and bright

Day so slowly into night

Funny how things look the same

Now he's down in the PLO

He's cold kickin’ it live with the KKK

No JVC, No JFA

Cooly was sportin' black tennis shoes

Dealing he was looking for something to use

With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of booze

Well, it could be me or it could be you.

Oh feels like my whole life is rearranged

Oh-oh you changed

Oh you changed

Oh you've changed

I give you a hard time

Didn't have to stay

Got outta jail just the very next day

He was a Nazi yeah, yeah, yeah

Hooked on rock just the other day

Now he's down with the CIA

We got covert operations in Vietnam

Making hits and assaination he's long gone

He went down to protect his country

Eatin’ Mexican food and makin’ lots o' money

Come back a God and drive a big white car

And take himself a plane down to Nicaragua

Well it feels like I'm the only one to blame

Ebin you changed

Oh-oh you changed Oh you changed

Oh you change

Oh you change

I give you a hard time

Didn't want to stay

Got outta jail just the very next day

(guitar solo)

Out my window cool and bright

Day so slowly into night

Ain’t it funny how things look the same?

Buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy

Steady starin out the window

Feels good, it feels nice, it

Feels like you need it

Back out on the road's where we like to be seated

Half-pint style we got the Euroy style

Half-pint style we got the Euroy style

Straight put that shit together gonna create a style

Put that shit together wanna create a style

Back out on the highway, I won’t feel afraid

Little piece of paper sayin’ how we won’t get paid

Back out on the highway, Phoenix looks the same

Don’t ask me cuz I got no one to blame

I can’t make you overstand

I’m rising up in a hip-hop dance

(???)

Buddy bye, buddy bye, buddy buy, buddy buy

Steady starin’ out the window

It feels good, feels nice, feels you need it

Back out on the road's where we like to be seated

Lights in front of me and the stars up above

Cuz on the interstate it’s all about love love love

If I ever realize that’s how it has to be

All the D.J. dallas wanna give me the muthafuckin money

Back out on the highway, I won’t feel afraid

Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain

(Back out on the highway), Phoenix looks the same

Don’t ask me cuz I got no one to blame

(I can’t make you) overstand

I’m rising up in a hip-hop dance

(???)

(guitar solo)

(???)

You’ve got to be afraid

You’ve got to run back on the highway

(???)

(???) make you feel so high

That I don’t even want to (???)

Wanna breed (???)

On the East side

That's where I met my Ramona

"I wanna go to a party"

That's what she said

"Lonely, that's what I've been

Here's my telephone number call me"

And to a party, a house party

Whole loop a people just rally 'round me

And love, she send a message of love

She said "I love up the way you move, I love the way you rap" (bop, bop)

Ramona please step back

I'm barely waiting for my Heina

She moved from Long Beach down to L.A.

Right now she's selling oranges by the freeway

I wanna know, Ramona am I the only one? tell me

And I barely pulled up with my Heina

I know tonight I'll be behind her

Don't fuck around with my Heina

Brad: Everybody say Louie

Crowd: Louie!

Brad: Louie Louie Louie Louie!

Crow: Louie Louie Louie Louie!

Brad (to Louie): You gonna sit? Gonna sit... (???)

We're gonna try another new one, Ca-Caress Me Down

I ain't got any lyrics so I'm a fuck-fuckin' fake it, so...

How'd you I go (and a whole bunch of other nonsensical gibberish)

Oh wipe that look off your bati face

You don't like me cuz you got what I need

Over takin' it out like some mushroom seed

(more gibberish...)

And it will be over in a minute with my...

She told me c'mon over so I made that little trip (echo)

And then she pulled out my mushroom tip (echo)

I didn't know she had the GI Joe kung-fu grip (echo)

Uhh – and that's the lovin' sound

Ohh – and that's the lovin' sound

That's the kinda lover with the sensitivity

When she kiss me neck and tickle me fancy

And give me the right kinda lovin' on Sunday mornin'

Know what me say, got in a plate

Huh, I'm often known to get clean (echo)

And if you want to get dropped to your knees

Just wipe that look of yer bati face

And you hate me cuz you got what I need

Always comin' over like a monthroom (mushroom) seed

Over in a minute – it'll be over in a minute – it'll be over in a

It'll be, it'll be, it'll be, it'll be

She told me to come over so I took that little trip

Bitch just pulled out my mushroom tip

Didn't know she had the GI Joe kung-fu grip

Uhh – and that's the lovin' sound

Ohh (echo)...(something and echo)

(more gibberish...)

And if you want to get dropped to the ground (echo)

Just wipe that look off yer bati face (echo)

You hate me cuz I got what I need (echo)

(gibberish) like some mushroom tip

(gibberish) you wanna get it

It will be over in a minute if I wake (take) a little trip

She told me to come over so I made that little trip (echo)

The bitch straight pulled out my mushroom tip (echo)

I Didn't know she had the GI Joe kung-fu grip (echo)

Ohh – and that's the lovin' sound (echo)

And that's the lovin' sound

Do that dance hall one more time

One more time

Alright

Let’s go

Oh yeah

That was genetically engineered

In school they never taught bout hamburgers or steak

Elijah Muhammed or the welfare state

But I know

Yeah and I know

Because he's droppin’ droppin’ droppin’ science, droppin’ history

With a whole leap of style and intelligency

Yes, I know

Yeah, and I know

And I know

Here we go!

Buh-da-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye

Because he don't want to pay money to hear the same old sounds

Watch him he'll take hip-hop to a higher ground

Cuz I know (How do I know?)

Yeah, and I know

And I know

Hip hip hip hip-hop now

Buh-da-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye

Yeah I know

Yeah, and I know

And I know-ow-ow-ow

--Compiled by the one Jeremy--