Microphone Fiend


    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
    Shot 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 the 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

    E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    An E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    An 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.
    Cause I 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

    E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    An E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    An E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    An E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly.

    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    A smooth operator operating correctly.
    A smooth operator operating correctly.

    Uh!

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

    'Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly
    An E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly
    An E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly
    An E-F-F-E-C-T
    A smooth operator operating correctly

    A smooth operator operating correctly
    A smooth operator operating correctly
    A smooth operator operating correctly
    'Cause I'm an E-F-F-E-C-T

    Pistol Grip Pump

    Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
    They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking
    with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
    They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking
    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 ligaments
    Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin it
    Full life living it, never giving it back
    Too late for slipping, so slack up
    On my lap its on your lips so track shot
    A steel dick more clip for pump but
    All im saying there aint no question who the man is
    In my civic or in this show biz
    I drill the fool, kill the fool
    Come on what you say?
    i think i can take care of all you muthafuckas don't delay right away

    Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
    They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking
    with mine
    Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
    They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking
    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 shit 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, allright man

    Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
    They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking
    with mine
    Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
    They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking
    with mine

    Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
    They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking
    with mine
    Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times (3x)
    They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking
    with mine

    Kick Out the Jams


    I'm gonna kick 'em out

    Well I feel pretty good
    And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby
    'Cause we all got in tune
    When the dressing room got hazy now, baby

    I know how you want it, child,
    Hot, sweet, and tight
    The girls can't stand it
    When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand
    And then they kick out the jams, yes
    Kick out the jams, I like to kick 'em out

    Yes I'm startin' to sweat
    You know my shirt's all wet
    What a feelin'
    And the sound that abounds and
    Resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
    You gotta have it, baby
    You can't do without
    When you get the feelin'
    You've got the sounds above
    Put that mic in my hand
    And let me kick out the jams
    Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick 'em out

    So you got to get it up
    And then can't get enough
    That's what ....
    'Cause it gets in your brain
    It drives you insane, makes you crazy
    The ...... the faster you funk
    If you wanna feed my rocket
    Till the morning comes
    Let me be who I am
    And let me kick out the jams
    Yes kick out the jams
    I done kick 'em out

    Renegades of Funk


    No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now
    No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now

    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 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
    We're the renegades of funk
    We're the renegades of funk
    We're the renegades of funk

    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
    Destroy our nations
    Destroy our nations
    Destroy our nations
    Destroy our nations
    Destroy our nations

    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
    We're the renegades of funk
    We're the renegades of funk
    We're the renegades of funk

    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
    We're the renegades of funk
    We're the renegades of funk
    We're the renegades of funk

    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
    Say jam sucker
    Say groove sucker
    Say groove sucker
    Say dance sucker
    Say dance sucker
    Now move sucker
    Now move sucker
    (x2)

    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
    Oh what a beautiful world
    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
    Oh what a wonderful place
    For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, 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
    I Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
    I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
    Yo Z you was packin? You know 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 niggaz
    What a way to go out, out like a sucker
    But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
    that can head up 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
    And when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me
    Because I'm housin
    'Cause I'm housin
    Because I'm housin
    'Cause I'm housin
    Because I'm housin

    Because I'm housin
    Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
    'Cause I'm housin
    Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
    'Cause I'm housin
    Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
    'Cause I'm housin
    Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

    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
    Gimme the cue, check one two
    Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
    You treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild
    Let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul
    MC's, you know who you are
    On the bandwagon Why Z? Cuz you a star
    This is the year when the joker's are wild
    When a fag can't hack it and try to bite your 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
    Because I'm housin
    'Cause I'm housin
    'Cause I'm housin
    'Cause I'm housin
    Because I'm housin

    C'mon

    Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
    'Cause I'm housin
    Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
    'Cause I'm housin
    Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
    Because I'm housin
    Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

    Because I'm housin

    Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I
    drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin)
    Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I
    drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin)
    Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I
    drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin)
    Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I
    drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin)
    'Cause I'm housin
    'Cause I'm housin
    'Cause I'm housin

    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 fucking get it?

    It's in my eyes
    It's in my eyes

    It's in my eyes
    It's in my eyes

    It's in my eyes
    It's in my eyes

    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 fucking scared
    You tell me that I'm better
    You just hate yourself
    You tell me that you like her
    You just wish you did
    You tell me that I make no difference
    Well at least I'm fucking trying
    What the fuck have you done?

    It's in my eyes
    It's in my eyes

    It's in my eyes
    It's in my eyes

    It's in my eyes
    It's in my eyes

    It's in my eyes
    It's in my eyes

    And it doesn't look that way to me
    In my eyes
    And it doesn't look that way to me
    In my eyes

    How I could Just Kill A Man


    Hey don't miss out on what you're passing,
    you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah,
    eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
    so come on as I start to kick it,
    cause we're like outlaws sridding while suckers are hiding,
    jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
    hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some putohs
    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

    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand

    I be doing all the dumb shit yo
    cause nothing is coming from it
    I'm not gonna waste no time fucking around I got ya humming
    humming coming at ya! then 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
    Sen got the gat and I know that we'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 assed 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

    here is something you can't understand,
    how I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man

    It's gonna be a long time before I finish
    one of the many missions that I have to establish
    to lite my spliff ignite you with insite so if you ain't down
    bullshit. say some punk tried to get you for your auto
    would call the one time and play the rolemmodel?
    No! I think you'll play like a thug
    next hear the shot of a magnum slug, humming coming at ya!
    yeah you know I'm going to gat 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 fuck it.
    here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.
    here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.
    here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.
    here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man.

    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man
    Here is something you can't understand,
    How I could just kill a man

    How I could just kill a man
    How I could just kill a man

    The Ghost of Tom Joad


    Man walks along the railroad track
    He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
    The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
    Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
    The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
    Welcome to the New World Order
    Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
    No job, no hope, no peace, no rest, NO REST!

    And The highway is alive tonight
    Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
    I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
    Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad

    He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
    The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
    He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first
    shall be last
    In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
    With a one way ticket to the promised land
    With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
    Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
    Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts

    And The highway is alive tonight
    Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
    I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
    With the Ghost of old Tom Joad

    Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
    Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
    Whereever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
    Look for me ma'
    I'll be there
    Wherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand
    For a decent job or a helpin' hand
    Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
    Look in their eyes ma,
    You'll see me! (repeat 8 times)

    And the highway is alive tonight
    nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
    I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
    With the Ghost of Tom Joad.

    Yeah!

    Down On the Street


    Down on the street where the faces shine
    Floatin' around i'm a real low mind
    See a pretty thing in a wall
    See a pretty thing in a wall

    In a wall
    In a wall
    In a wall

    Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
    Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love
    A thousand eyes they look at you
    A thousand eyes they, they look at you

    Oh Come On! (x3)
    Yeah Yeah Yeah
    (repeat)

    Oh Come On! (x3)
    Yeah Yeah Yeah

    Where faces shine
    A real low mind
    Faces Shine
    A real low

    Oh Come On! (x3)
    Yeah Yeah Yeah

    Street Fighting Man


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

    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    A 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
    'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band
    'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
    There's just no place for a street fighting man

    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man

    Well what else can a poor boy do?
    Well what else can a poor boy do?
    Well what else can a poor boy do?
    Well what else can a poor boy do?

    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
    For sing for a rock 'n' roll band
    In this sleepy L.A. town
    There's just no place for
    For a street fighting man

    A street fighting man
    For a street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    For a street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    For a street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    For a street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    A street fighting man
    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 up 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, nah
    I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
    I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
    nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
    Well, he hands you a nickel
    And he hands you a dime
    And 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, nah
    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
    I ain't gonna work, nah
    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
    And everybody says
    Shes the brains behind pa
    Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four
    I ain't gonna work for, nah
    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 they slave and just get bored
    I ain't gonna work on, nah
    I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more