Eric B And Rakim lyrics
Eric B And Rakim lyrics
"Put Your Hands Together Lyrics"
Country Boys Lyrics
I woke up this morning, I got booze on my breath And around my brain from the night before There's a cigarette burned out upon the table And a glass smashed out on the floor Well I must have had a good time Late last night When I woke up this morning I couldn't face the daylight Go and tell the country boys that I'm leaving Getting out, getting back to the Country! Who's that fella sleeping
I woke up this morning, I got booze on my breath And around my brain from the night before There's a cigarette burned out upon the table And a glass smashed out on the floor Well I must have had a good time Late last night When I woke up this morning I couldn't face the daylight Go and tell the country boys that I'm leaving Getting out, getting back to the Country! Who's that fella sleeping
piano playing for 1:02 before the beginning of the main song*
[Eric B] "Clap your hands" cut and scratched 6X
[Rakim] Put your hands together... clap your hands
Verse One: Rakim
This is for thousands of people who came
A show from road to road you're entertained
I don't even have to say my name
Cause when the place is ripped in half I'm to blame
Masses of posses packed up schemin
Ladies lovely and keep on screamin
Go Rakim, go Rakim, go
It won't be long then it's on with the show
I'm late, so hit the brakes and park the Benzito
Double oh seven, incognito
Sneak in the back door, lookin for the stage
When I get on you react in a rage
People from side to side and front to back
won't dance, if the MC's wack
The crowd go psycho even if I don't move
Some like the groove cause I'm so smooth
Then somethin happens, feet start tappin
You can't hold back when Rakim's rappin
The man you've been waitin for, rougher than e
Una Cancion Para Louis (Vampiro) Lyrics
Cul es la orilla de la vida humana? Por qu se quiebra por la sed de sangre? Quin me ha ordenado gobernar la noche con esta eternidad a cuestas? Yo iba a morir en el temor divino pero l quera la savia de mis venas No s vivir y s que soy un ngel abandonado a su soberbia Mi maldicin: andar sin luz soar el sol Nocturno dios No hay ms credo para m Nocturno dios, piedad: djame morir Rojo elixir en mi boca Vida eterna y Dios duerme
ver Cul es la orilla de la vida humana? Por qu se quiebra por la sed de sangre? Quin me ha ordenado gobernar la noche con esta eternidad a cuestas? Yo iba a morir en el temor divino pero l quera la savia de mis venas No s vivir y s que soy un ngel abandonado a su soberbia Mi maldicin: andar sin luz soar el sol Nocturno dios No hay ms credo para m Nocturno dios, piedad: djame morir Rojo elixir en mi boca Vida eterna y Dios duerme
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
[Eric B] "Clap your hands" cut and scratched 8X
[Rakim] Clap your hands
Verse Two: Rakim
I create em, take em, shake em, then make em clap to this
Most of you rappers, can't even rap to this
I made it faster, you tried to master
Syncopated styles, words flowin after
Measures of metaphor definitions of more than one
Take it both ways, I'll be here when you're done
Remember as the rhyme goes on it's rougher
Soon as I stop, you had enough of
Followin footsteps, you better turn back soon
Sucker MC's suck rhymes like vacuums
The style remains the same, the words is changed
Bitten, rewritten, recited and rearranged
Sing along if your tongue is strong, it gets sore
Sing when I'm gone and it'll break your jaw
Wisdom flows so swift, I'm Asiatic
Is it a gift, or automatic
Static, I don't cling
I got a tip of my own and I don't sing
Don't understand, here's an example
Woah Jocko, don't expect me To come out drinking, messin' around Spending my time With a bunch of crazy people Yes, I been there before I don't need to go back no more I'm just a family man Like it or not I am a family man I'm a-holding onto what I've got I'm a family man Right by damn Finally, find out what I am Is a family man And don't expect me To hit the road At a moment's notice Without my suitcase With some crazy bunch of strang
Cause we don't have a band, it's just my voice and his hands
That's what hip-hop was, it still stands
The records we use are from mom's and pop's collection
Find a break from a dope selection
And go to the store, then buy one more
So my DJ can mix cause that's what his hands are for
Years later hip-hop got contracts
The chance to put actual facts on wax
A mind's the coach, the physical form's the team
The top's the destination, I'm the cream
And still I rise with somethin pumpin and somethin clever
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together
[Eric B] "Clap your hands" cut and scratched (7X)
[Rakim] Clap your hands... clap em, clap em
Verse Three: Rakim
Now who's the man with the masterplan?
With stacks of verbal attacks so clap your hands
Rhyme written in graffiti xeroxed on blueprints
Students influenced are now a nuisance
You couldn't fight it, you had to clap to this
You got excited, you almost snapped your wrist
The rhymes was written for the crowd's enjoyment
When I'm with this you can't toy with
The def jam juicer rough rhyme producer
Loads of lyrics get you loose, then looser
The man so smooth and world so rough
Eric is throwin and sewin rippin restitchin the cuts
Microphone your majesty, no one's bad as me
Seems the tragedy, Rakim had to be
Thinkin of some def view of a video
Visions are vicious, and I'll let the city know
Whoever's frontin they know, nothin to say though
so lay low, musical forms are kickin' like Kato
Don't get near it, hard as you ever hear it
I know it's fearified, but don't fear it
And try to predict which rhyme you can kick
You're quick to pick your best, for the mic is lit
Instead of goin with the flow like you're supposed to go
And enjoy the show and yo, put your hands together
[Eric B] "Clap your hands" cut and scratched 6X
[Rakim] Clap your hands... put your hands together
CLAP YOUR HANDS! *echoes