1.Reputation
Can we hear the track please..
Blaow! who are we？ (we..) {reputation!}
Who are we？ (we..) {reputation!}
Only the best touch the microphone
(one two, check one two) you know whassup
Chubb rock, krs-one, get 'cha mind blown
Now we gon' talk about.. {reputation!}
.. your reputation
(it's about to blow.. shit's about to blow big)
Reputation {reputation!}
(mental countdown) {reputation!}
Lyrical skills we bring for the nation
(we have liftoff) chubb rock come down!
I am the big time figure, the bass drum hitter
The i am what i am rogueish nigga
A flow like lava, to heat up the chatta
Heat up ya mat'ta, then go stick her daughter
I oughta, joe cocker your opera
Crowd rock ya, i make you scream 'oooh ah ah!'
I, indubital mental big head
Praying for a battle if ya battle, you're dead
Get diesel, i do ya like they did bugsy siegal
I'm on the mic and kris is really on the me-tal
Cuttin, backspinnin and recuttin
Your english bugged so you can't do me nuttin
Laced up lyrics and the beat real tight
Your song is wrong and i get focused right
With the eq, be who, be you
When you're trying to be me, you and your crew
Just stop, before the shit gets too hot
You need respect - just to get a rep
Tra la la la la la la la lay
We the freshest deejay in america today, hey hey!
Tra la la la la la la la lay
We the freshest deejay, in america today - hey hey!
Well the lyrics of my peers have changed course here's
Platinum lp's, the subject is to swear, yeah!
And who wears what and what, fashion is up
And which designer cut is more corrupt
It's an open and shut case, no ill look is on my face
While the bass growls, profound nouns buy a vowel
I'm concerned because, 'you must learn'
Before you croak, i've been dope since i was sperm
Sellin records, but of course with no return
On the mic you know i burn baby {＊inhales＊}
With your beats you know you have no respect
Kids haven't walked wild since 'go stet'
And i bet when they stage rock they get booed
They need qualuudes to get crude and extra rude
The spirits have haunted your lyrics so i slept
Got nuff z's, tryin to get a rep
If you thinkin that it's krs you wanna take out
You better reroute quick you got it, all wrong
See when i grab the microphone career is finished
You better reroute quick you got it, all wrong
I do not mean to diss you but we simply are the best ones
And you can call him chubb or you can call me krs-one
Either way you'll get done, anywhere, any one
Me and lyrics one ton, straighten up and choose one son
In nineteen-ninety-sess, krs is in his peak'n
You will weaken and collapse like michael at the (？)
You talk more ish than a senator
You can't last, just call me enema, cause i'll be in that
Ass-teroid, heaven to merkatroid
I'm that 6l microphone holdin humanoid
Psychological like sigmund freud
But i get annoyed, cause these rappers have no brain
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine
They got no skill or game
They sound like that commercial that be sayin
'ask for minoxonil, with rogaine'
True skills i will explain
The t'cha breaks the campaign down plain
{people always talk about..}
Complete blowout, complete blowout {reputation!}
Check, complete blowout {reputation!}
{people always talk about..}
'now i understand what they're talkin about' {reputation!}
'now i understand what they're talkin about' {reputation!}
'now i understand what they're talkin about'
2.I Am What I Am
Here we go, ha ha
Thou shalt not have no other great one but me
Transcribin my lyrics is the c-h-u-b
The lyrics that you hear is not his but mine
While, biblical words don't need to ra-hyme
I said, 'let there be a light,' and there was light
And the breeze (？), like that kid who made 'i-ight'
But men took mad dominion, over men
Hard bondage with backs and, knees that must bend
But only in prayer, i make your head need ibuprof'／bayer
Call me, the number one player
But hey.. the one pharoahes, parlayed
In the land of egypt, when that slave shit behaved
Bythia(？) drew me, from the nile to smile on the people
After me there will be a sequel
And i'll praise my name, in the jam
Call me what you want, but i am what i am
Hehe, i live in the souls of men, and women
And pilgrims and children who wiggle, to the rhythm
Just go, the people have corrupted themselves
They toke the devil's smoke, puffing their l's
I'll send, my only son down, to bless you
And observe how you know him, and that will test you
Years, of sufferation, will burn the nation
With adultery, skirt-chasin and crotch-blazin
You never learn - look how many times i kilt ya
I burnt ya, i drowned ya, i froze ya
I stripped your land and destroyed ya culture
Next time you better give me some
R-e-s-p-e (c-t) now hold ya but i love ya
I invented aids but also, invented the rubber
Each one teach one brother
Take my name in vain and you're gone like damn
Call me what you want, but i am what i am
Ha ha
Now you got light skin, dark skin, east coast, west coast
Old school, new school, dumb-ass fools
One land, one people, i am the one
Figure you disobeyed so i made the word 'nigger'
You can change the diction, but can't change what i'm writin
I script those pulitzer books for that kid, michael crichton
Like {＊tch tch tch＊} i am the hi-hat
I am the m-i-c, i am easy mo bee
And easy mo is me, he gets down when i want him to get down
I put the heights in the crown
I wrote the dead sea scrolls, i'm 'strictly business'
I made erick and parrish go gold
My crew is tan, darker than tan, i made the ku klux klan
I made rush +def+ but, able to +jam+
I'm flam, and i'm intricate
You must and should be a fan and i am what i am
The praise of the 'goodfella' is long past done
Deniro's an actor, on cue, totin a gun
Action! forty-five colt bolt, it gets messy
Then copycat murders flow to joe schmoe pesci
Then the ladies, sex, to the break of dawn and
Another quaalude, and she'll love me in the mornin
Fast pace, 'scarface,' you can't win, god's race
When you're sparkin noah's ark, and you're in god's place
Baby - cock up your foot and you act crazy
Every 'distinguished gentleman' wants a lady
You can't bug, when you wanna play real life cocoa
When you're 'down and out in beverly hills' with oprah
'mi vida loca,' and then it turns to weed smokers
Then you're dead, dealin with them kids from +cosa nostra+
But no autographs you must, already be a fan
I am what i am and that's all that i am
3.Beef
Pmd
Das efx
And the c-h-u-double b
Beef
Here we go
I arrive from the steps of sinai cause i'm fly
When you're high from the lye
You see me mingle in the sky
The dim light superceeds the street cock fight
Straight heterosex, but i still dig van, ya dyke
From the mic flip, metronome time skip, who will high-ship
The brooklyn base scholar and them niggas past islip
And ooh-ooh, i curse you with that fugee-la voodoo
Will do you like italian deli kids slicing prosciutto
I barb you like bobbito, the airport, right through heathrow
Release murder niggas like ito
Pure hatred, cause he picked who he picked to mate with
Then laced it, bourgeois player two-faced it
Hey revamp the swing to parlay
How black power went sour, where's brother jay？
Where's the 'pink cadillacs protected by' whoever？
The red and the black, green, hilfiger nigga
Indians wanna protect the lone howling chief
So kids create beef
Beef
Back in the days when we had nothin but beef
At the end you may lose nothin but teeth
That's fly
But nowadays ask kids
When they have beef, you might die
Why？
While niggas beef about this and biggedy-beef about that
I'm with my soldiers in the rover, never sober, fuck that
Yo dun, i run with wild crooklyn niggas with gats
Pigged-push wigs back on corner spots full of criggedy-crack
My niggas click back, kid, that's why we hold somethin
And break your punk ass down just like you stole somethin
When i rock with chubb you block show me love
Nigga what, want beef, we drawin first blood
Well, it's the riggedy-rhyme dropper, the hip-hopper, you know
the name
I ciggedy-can't explain (why niggas beefin in the game)
You see, i niggedy-never get shocked when a nigga get wet
Tiggedy-talk that shit, i guess you're bound to get hit
The rap zone's now a war zone, we fight on sight
We wiggedy-wildin out, provin all these white folks right
We like some crabs in a barrel tryin to get on top
The hit squad, chubb rock represent hip-hop
So kill the beef
Well, when i first dropped the bait back in 1988
I couldn't wait to get straight and dominate state to state
Went to feud, bullshit evil, exterminatin flows
Check your grip, don't slip or get a dose on how it goes
Jealous niggas, gun triggers, fuckin up the game
But me you can't tame, an outlaw like jesse james
We got east versus west, bullet-proof tef' vest
Who's the best？ but let it rest, because there's no contest
Temptation, accusations need to stop
Unify hip-hop, pmd, chubb rock
Now - i will come back to the groove
Now my man common on wax slayin ice cube - anyway, that's cool
That nigga somewhere 'higher learnin'
And of course there's that famous beef between parrish and
sermon
And that's cool, both those niggas killed jane
And now there's nice without smooth - that's insane
And i heard they squashed that, and that shit should cease
Cause black mutha-uckas shouldn't beef
Beef
Beef
Back in the daa-ays
Beef
Beef
Back in this day there's beef
Beef
Back in the day there was beef
Beef
That shit got to cease
Peace!
4.Life
Yeah, it's like this..
Chubb rid-dock, nine-seven on lid-dock
Son, rock..
Do you know, where you're goin to？
Do you like the things that life is showin you？
Where are you goin to？
Do you know, what you're lookin for？
Do you like the things that life has in store？
Chubb holds it down for sure..
Ever since mom kissed me and said, 'seek life!'
My mind had an idea like that kid with the kite
No 'caine slingin, strong-arm bringin check my eyes
Redness done, so i can script 'my life' like mary blige
I've, been around the world in 90 days, pro-rated
Like prince no shame for that past few sheila's i've dated
Made it, with only one but i'm foreshadowing the rhyme
Like a nice pirollo(？) wine, life takes time
I'm, one of two and to see it a one who's part of many
The quarters of my thoughts will cost more than a damn penny
Any debate we can correlate as to my release date
A nine-seven slate, new york state will have to check me
It's been some time since the break of the dawn
The genre has definitely changed since i've been gone
Whether, bad or good the flow remain tight
So i can come and drop my li-ight, li-ight
Well in the past black men used to work for (？)
My age group was plotting to obtain dead nixons
The plot, had three vectors for young prospectors
School, entertain, or become hannibal lectors
Stressors, used to stress the best, cess wine
But at that particular time i chose to use my mind
Goody too, size twelve shoe the troy ave grew
Waited 'til, after eighteen to introduce the brew
Downed the suds and gave a street buzz
High in the +forrest+ but stupid is as, stupid does
And, that's all i have to say about that
Flipped a pulitzer prize script and started rap
Simplistic at first, and the knowledge came later
Rob-ski, dave wit, and swanny on the fader
The struggle was on but the fame was in sight
And the tunnel had a light that distinguished my life
The low point was mad low when i lost james los
Spent eighteen years livin next to this high-pro bro
And that's all i got to say, about that
While i give thanks to the man that my brother and i'm back
Onward, to the medals while the boys aged the mix
To the mental utopia, so walk past the six
And the rhyme and the flow, must stay real tight
Like it's always been in my li-i-ife, my life
5.The Mind
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru {＊repeat 3x＊}
I can taste your sex appeal, ready for the sweet sperm'n
Bank accounts all full, love interest be earnin
Ben franklins determine, if you get that higher learnin
The million man march, starrin mark furhman (it can happen)
Lyrical don is the charm for the rappin
Give spliff aromas cause many fetal comas
No blood donors, i credit diabetics who drink sodas
While in the pens lie the ruffneck soldiers, what happened？
Niggaz must have napped!
What happened to all of that malcolm x shit before he got
trapped？
Before he got capped？ when i mean capped,
When they put his name on all those cute little spike lee hats
And then they say 'black is back'
For when, niggaz now only care about the rent
And how to pay rent, and how they trife squad spend
Black powder nose landcruise or range rove'
Why you runnin for when you forerunnin nigga who drove
Your mind
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
The mind!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
My mind!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
The mind!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
Yes, haha
From the inner sanctum, that embruised my medulla
You can praise buddha, or you can hail don shula
You can change a, religious title, or go praise gold idols
No sloth, just go read your bible
I'll insinuate the hate that made the, hate kids fight
Whether you're muslim, christian, or israelite
We monitor, who really praise hannukah
The power that i am will make you blow your yarmulke
To all ya, don't let me scream up, to call ya
My flatbush dushies, or the kids down in somal-ia
While we're up here tryin to wiggle to 'boombastic'
You get, hemmed up and cut down in +park jurassic+
You're crazed, from that beer juice
Acute angles become, obtuse
Four white kids, was the first rock group - not!
Rabble rousing, in with the chime
Laced with the fat rhyme tunneled through my mind
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
The mind!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
The mind!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
The mind!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
Ha ha
Now from the minds of minolta, from the nickel-plate poster
From the average jack wack crackheads with oprah
As with safe sex with rubbers, as with rappers turnin mothers
As for tupac's on the covers, as for million march brothers
In ninety-six, while we pinpoint the 'crooklyn' spike joint
Three kings of the break of dawn become vocal pawns
The circumfrence of the bedouins, or is it the thespians
For the past three years, i've been eatin more than lesbians
Lyricists, get fists, twists, careers become tears
Easy gold records, but with no, publishing shares
When i bellow, over a hardcore track with a cello
Lyrical structure, basting from a fellow, hello
Street nucks can't knuckle, billboard chart bullets be chuckle
A＆r stars become bouregoises, but subtle
Why is it the master can't behave with the slave chime
Or is it over the domes of weak minds？
The mind
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
The mind!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
The mind!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
My mind!!
'your nine spray, my mind spray' -＞ jeru
The mind!
My mind!!
The mind..
My mind!!! ha ha! ahhh, ahhh! ahhhhh!
6.The Man
Whenever you need good lovin
You gotta understand, it takes a man, a man
To keep you satisfied
Ha ha ha
Now toys are for boys, men don't need mattel
Objects to manipulate and sell
The women or the girls whichever name flip your curl
Acts for nonsense delivered by the boys of the world
But i!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
Yo l, i told you that we would sell
Oversell to the point now, that the pockets, start to thicken
How in the world did women become chickens
Is it the, alize or the weed
Shredded on the tray, that make the queens flow this way？
Me, i don't need none of that.. type.. drama
No typical style, for the man who rules the genre
The opera, no choir boys, i'll direct your band
Change your tune for the man, and..
Whenever you need good lovin
You gotta understand, you need a man, a man
Who can provide..
Ha ha ha ha
To redeem, i heard black men, i mean boys
Sayin they beat their queen, that type rush
Can't paint the scene, dissipates the dream
Of black king, black queen, becomin one team
From actress purses, harlequin romance verses
Ghetto curses, ends up in front of nurses
The yo-g male, the bourgeoise male
The two-car male and the male that needs mail
The woman start to, get empowered by alice walker
Waiting to inhale the fumes of the new yorker
Question - did you trust her, in front of pimps players
And hustlers, does she need a benz or a duster
End of question, start of answer, contradiction
Exhale, dangle in romance fiction
The love test, is like do you need to understand
Don't cram, you need a real man, and..
Ha ha
While the light gleams in her aspect
Does that mean respect, voiced by franklin, ignored by the inept
Baggy pants wearer, million man march bearer
All those who suffered through the agent orange era
Do we really maim the beautiful ones
The sons similak by anger, while the women get shunned
It's above me, another cop out, another rot out
Swapping +tears for fears+, while we +shout+ out
Past pain, that reverberates the claim
That the disrespect started when we, were in chains
Could be - but should be, it wouldn't be, if we
Real men, scriptured by the zen
And even then, women must know which is which
When their groins itch, for the rich damn
There's a lot to try, to somehow understand
Boys will be boys, but find a real man and..
Queens, to chickenheads yo, how the hell did it happen？
Ow! man.. the man.. ha ha
{whenever you need good lovin}
Peace!
7.Games We Play
All attention to all of the, lyrical swigs
Whether you studio switch or you're, synching a gig
Yes! i address to all the known known factors
Where you slave to the rhythm of con-troling the masters
I. smythe, whether you drive a benz or a bike
Whether you straight hit or you go strictly dyke
Dick van, no drugs i only snort dristan
And i point to the sister, and yes i can can
A, gangsta lean get funky like a latrine and
Lyrics scream deep into the +roots+ like ben vereen
Rockin, the apple, since the mayor were (？)
I smacked double platinum, or hit gold watch
I'll achieve, notoriety just like (？)
Squad squeeze, but they can mingle with the breeze
But hey, parlay - you don't know my way
These are the games we play..
Hey, hey, hey (hey hey)
These are the games we play
'i don't know what else to say' -＞ biggie smalls
Journalists script shit, that gets me kind of pissed
No real award given to the, funkiest hits and
Lyrics get prolific and, kids start to sip it
Esophagus start bulge, specific and centrific
Get a dollar, if i sell more than the group abba
The source critics still want to diss my yabba, dabba-da-doo
The pulse that revived the crash crew
If i'm rockin, on the ra-a-adio eww
Why they, can't downgrade but if they try
I rock from brooklyn to that crooked-letter-i
I, my temper, i remember starts to boil
The (？ ？) but happy that the heads stayed loyal
The groove hits the ground from the maker of 'get down'
Peace love and all that shit plus five pound
Buy hey, parlay - you don't know my way
These are the games we play..
Mo hits the beat then chubb handles the rappin
The un-thinkable flow is fly plus extra napkins
And the girls 'pon flatbush look stush without my googles
And look as they squint then i blink push up the throttle
I, meet this to eat this i, leave this to beavis
If i wanna smoke ya spliff i might get, stiffer than penis
Oooh, i had to go and rip your whole crew
With freeze love ran land butt rub and blue ooh
Dippi - dippi dip on you
With all my niggaz and squads and the, funkiest jew
Ar-tistic lift it start the trend to the phonics
And, funk all pure lyrics that turn to alcoholics
Ghetto tales, start to prevail the shit
Whether you're east west miami bass blood or crip
But hey, hey, you don't know my way
These are the games we play..
8.I Will Survive
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'what i do for mine, i knew the time was gonna come' -＞ chubb
rock
For my, introduction in eighty-six i was lethal
Rockin for the grassroots and up keep the people
The movement of the bowel from that lay shit of the vowel
Mad share yeah, from mr. (？) with the growl
The party's mad dead until i care to appear
Kids wanna know where the hell i been for the past year
No beer or no parka nike gear no wear or tear
The new mic holder who causes, any fair
Some max and relax then mellow then strive
Shock-value mc's goin platinums with lies
The neophytic critics, who need big bats to hit it
They zone with the metronome clone to dome split it
When i joke around like zog, rename them is like fog
I can flow digital, though my style is analog
I, base my career upon these years of how i've strived
Three years gone but i will survive, ha
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'what i do for mine, i knew the time was gonna come' -＞ chubb
rock
Ha ha, ha ha
Now this 'east vs. west,' one contest was a taste
'crooklyn dodgers' and that libation, touched the fan base
A little, always scared in the place i scare any new rival
Past years missin dissin scripting up this new bible
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a puerto rican or some black nigga who's peakin
The lyrics are abundant, dirty fat blue beats are pungent
And now we gotta see how hot, will the son get
I'm a lyrical defamer, like gloria i'm a gaynor
In the music biz i opened up more doors than kramer
My anthology's available, so buy up the archive
Three years gone but i will survive
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'm-o (？？) b-l-u-e' -＞ ？？
For the duration..
Overzealous inhabitants flock with abundance
Paying tribute, to the one the circumfrence
Of the stadium, is paying homage, to my cranium
The sea of heads doesn't seem to hide the lady
In the back row, waving her hands for the ohh
The usual crowd rock line for a show
And i dispense with the usu-al, and keep it coastin
To boom up the set my advice is take a motion
Before you walk through the door, of a chubb rock tour
Buy the anthology in any store
Frontin, now we'll have ya, tougher than mutton
If i touch your button you'll start kick like charles dutton
Lyrics persevere and you really must strive
Three years gone but i will survive
I.. i.. i will will, survive, now ho!
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'what i do for mine, i knew the time was gonna come' -＞ chubb
rock
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
'nine to five is how you survive, i ain't tryin to survive' -＞
jay-z
{you know you ought to, slow down..}
9.Don't Sleep
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10.East Vs. West(Remix)
High sprung with the beat and the groove is sweet licorice
Whether you're white-ish, redneck-ish or (？) figureish
Whether you speak real good, or you just st-st-stammer
You a city hood or you're just country bammer
When, afraid our records would hit the top ten
But they're illin with the shillings makin sum dead yen scorn
Born, break up zulu dawn
Whether big apple, n.y. straight to californ'
Or miami beach, swing bassed up the hoochie
If you sample george clint', you praise crazed bootsy
Or the j.r., texas kids with the hee-haw
And the dj kids cut {＊scratch＊}
It's strictly hip-hop, one two you don't stop
It's chubb rock with the chubb, and with the rawwwwwwwwk!
Testin the waters a bit
Cause i don't understand all this east／west bullshit
East vs. west, one contest
Let's see what rap kid rocks shit the best
East vs. west, one contest
Let's see what producer produce shit the best
East vs. west, one contest
Let's see what rap kid rocks shit the best
East vs. west, that's nonsense
Let's go on the ninety-six fresh fest
Whether it's he say or she say, they say or i say
If you believe in ali, or you call him cassius clay
If you're gold or platinum if those, metals don't happen
We're, all up in this peace rappin, no hands clappin
Until me done when the simple tone turns into a hum
Praise to d.m.c., i might need help from reverand run
If you boast to each coast, and you test who's the best
Thank god jehovah, allah and buddha bless
People, no sequel cause i might be dead next week
And after next week i can't turn the other cheek
This against that, high against the - hat
Black against black that is wack against wack
I've seen the promised land so the earth don't faze me
So, i should diss my brother and let the white man pay me - nah
I'll try to test the waters a bit
Cause i don't understand all this east／west bullshit
Whether it's.. or..
Whether it's.. or..
Whether you think magic johnson still has the magic
Or when michael jordan left basketball it was tragic
If pat rules the knicks or feel rodman is a freak
If we don't stick together we'll be up shit's creek people
After the single there might be a sequel level
And what we can't solve we'll leave for the devil
Me myself i don't care who's to blame
If the shit don't cease, we'll all have the same name
You can say fuck it, or have two quarters in the bucket
If you're folding sheets, or you're folding pure nuggets
(？) if you get a record deal or a publishing deal
Whether you're aneroxic or you have sex appeal
(？) whether you're food stampin, jackin a mansion
Whether you live in compton or you chill in east hampton
(？) whether it's weed or blow, your wife or your hoe
I don't care if you mailroom'n or you ceo
You're still a nigga..
11.Mr. Rock
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12.Party Right
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