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Joy: First significant swirls of snow swooped down on Montreal this morning. No imagination needed as snakes collected on the streets and gutters outside my window. Sweet.
Pain: Took a good five minutes for my fingers to thaw out when I arrived at work. Stayed in the back room so as to avoid any embarassing scenes with co-workers. Ouch. But a "good" ouch.
Almost there.
Sick and ashamed and happy (and pump it up, pump it up now),
d.
Was this you yesterday at Jay?
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Pump up the jamQuote:
Originally Posted by gincognito
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'
Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
See cos that's where the party's at
And you'll find out if you're too bad
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
Make my day
Make my day
Make my day
Make my day
Yo!
Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'
Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
See cos that's where the party's at
And you'll find out if you're too bad
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
Make my day
Make my make my make make my day
Make my day
Make my day
Make my make my make make my day
Yo!
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!
Pump up the jam
A pump up the jam
Pump up the jam
Pump it up a pump it pump it pump it
Pump up the jam
Pump up the jam
Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it pump
Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin'
Look at here the crowd is jumpin'
Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
See cos that's where the party's at
And you'll find out if you're too bad
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it, Yo!
Pump it up
Pump it up
Make my day
Make my day
Make my make my make make my day
Make my day
Make my day
Make my make my make make my day
Yo!
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
Make my day
I don't want a place to stay
Get your boody on the floor tonight
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technotronicnow stuck in my dome, seriously contemplating getting my ass on the dance floor, to make all of your days.
Actually I was going for Rob Base and DJ EZ-Rock;
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Well I'm the new kid, I'm just comin' up
A lot of rappers think that I can't tear it up
Well I'm 'a show 'em and ignore 'em
And when they think I ain't lookin' I floor 'em
I mean take 'em out I keep groovin'
A slick bass line keep the beat movin'
They can't take it they just fake it
They wonder how the Rob Base make it
I get ill, you know the deal
Cuz this is how the Rob Base feels
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
I keep smokin', hot like fire
You had the turn, now retire
Don't talk back, I'm not a new jack
Cuz I'm fresher than you, an' you're whacked
I keep tryin', I'm not lyin'
Up to number 1 is where I'm flyin'
I won't slow down cuz I'm the new kid
With the devastatin' sound that hits
In the house where I used to practice
No one knew the Rob exists, but now
I'm gettin' greedy, don't lead me
The wrong way cuz is just might, might, might
Bring me down, I'll have to fight to get back up
Move away cuz I just won't slack up
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Now, I go to shows to watch other MCs rock
And if they're good, I don't knock
The way they perform cuz I like to see a good show
After that, go play C-low, y'know
Cuz I'm a leader, no I'm not a follower
And MCs like you I swallow 'em
So don't look and try to judge me
Because you think that I'm another MC, well
I'm the new kind, I just moved around
But that don't mean I can't rip up the town
Me an' my boys, we make noise
I hate MCs that think they're with toys
I'm hittin' harder than any other MC
Who try to come up and go against me
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Not from the old school or from the new
Applaud the boom, do what you want to
Talk to me then try to put me down
We used to be cool now we don't hang around
Used to be friends but now we're foes
Ask me why, man, no one knows
Maybe jealousy between you and me
Could be the fame, could be the money
I'm goin' for mine and I don't really care
Cuz the spotlight Rob Base don't share
I'm the headliner of this show
And you're just a kid and you need to grow, because
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain
Sick and ashamed and happy (and couldn't find lyrics with the "here we goes" and "pump it ups" in proper place),
d.
i hear you gin. that is a killer track.
have to grace this thread now with a lil bobbito, kieth and don -
"To go on the collision course and send it
When I mental with light jeans don't read names
I'm illiterate, consider it ripped, stripped, flipped, kicked
Then shredded, so say "cheese" when you pictured yourself imbedded"
- this stanza always had made me think of sending a sick line, picturing myself imbedded. fuckit, here's the whole deal:
[kieth]
I got a brand new Ford, bright orange-yellow pickup truck
Cruising around like I'm Johnny Espisito
Pumping my funk tape with Stretch and B Bobbito
Looking around for that kid who robbed Joey, oh he
Catch another rapper rhyme slowly
In the back of your head feel the calico M-O
You know the X, hey hey, he's out the hospital
He played a trumpet in class, plus he had a fiddle
He had a house uptown on Green Apple Road
A human body buried monkey plus a little toad
Scared federal bereau, fuck investigation
No phones, no beeps, fuck communication
I like ice cream kids, I like Carvelle
I read comics and books, yeah Marvel
You want to step MC's, I'm in the basement
Hold up mirrors to hell, where your face went?
I walk quiet at night, through the projects
Maybe one night look through your peephole, peekaboo!
I got a gift for you, to fuck Santa Claus
Open your door, face the Cenobites light
I want the matrix of mad, I'm like Hellraiser
(Who could I be?)
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost (Repeat 4x)
[Bobbito]
Bobbito and yes I got the props
Now will you crab-ass niggas just hop off my cock
My style's En Vouge, you're never gonna get it
Phonetic, kenetic, energetic flows your ears in a tournaquet
Wrapped tightly, my raps just might be
Unsightly, or slightly greusome
Some groups are done, some groups run
Many groups come, when Bob beats are spun
Stun by the stun gun, you're chewing my dick gum
I stick it in your nose so kids can ridicule like Catholic school
Second grade, Mrs. Flaherty had a tragedy
She saw me bust a nut it was flattery
Now I recharge my battery
Flattery gets me where I'm going, lets me know I'm flowing
Sets me when I'm boning
Shit, people asks me who writes for me
I write my own shit from finish to start
Diminish the heart, I eat a kinish and then I fart
A traskit, a triscit, a golden-eared biscuit
Kool Keith asked me to rhyme and so I kicked it
Nervous, served this, never even heard this
Leave a hearse wordless, because I just served this
Stretch Armstrong, my man, my mellow
My Godfather Don, get on the mic and say hello
[Godfather Don]
It's kind of pertinant that the venom I send 'em
Will give 'em an enema, then I'm a prove my shit is funkier than
Yours, when wars bend laws to make niggas figure
I can't rap, I play it undercover and plant that
One word you heard no other say
And the nut I lay to impregnate wombs to tombs
Of larvae, insects to dissect from the ribcage
To the solar, remember the scene of my brain make
You shake and so when I hold a microphone steady
*sniff sniff* Give me five if you're ready
To go on the collision course and send it
When I mental with light jeans don't read names
I'm illiterate, consider it ripped, stripped, flipped, kicked
Then shredded, so say "cheese" when you pictured yourself imbedded
Headed to the fate of niggas spraying rhymes
Like mace, terrible, I'm esoterical when I'm tearing through
Varying the methods and shit, I never do
I left it to Kool Keith, Bobbito, full of libido
For the girls who need-o eight inches of tounge to eat-o, hey
Kind of neato, so check it out
Peace, hollito
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost (Repeat 4x)
Joy: beginning of thread
Pain: rest of it.
hehQuote:
Originally Posted by Aldo
goddam 10 characters