1.Intro
2.Here We Go
Here we go
Come on
Yeah, yeah
The word is out
Kool moe dee's in the house again
And here we go again
And word has it, the brother's esoteric knowledge
Is a little too deep for the fans
So he gon' come this time with a simplyfied rhyme
Check it out
Around and around and around we go
People comin to the jam to hear me flow
The live lyricist is here and it's so
I got a funky beat to let you know
Only real brothers wanna hear real rhymes
All the soft suckers want the nickel-and-dime
Candy-coated, sugar-coated bubblegum rap
Long as it's movin on a funky track
My vocabulary's over their head
They can't understand a word i said
So i gotta come with the watered-down sound
With mediocre adjectives, verbs and nouns
Party people in the party only wanna dance
It's hard to rock a party when you're lyrically advanced
I tone down the lyrics, supressed ego
Got a funky rhythm, now watch me go
Here we go
Come on
(go go go go...)
(here we go again)
(yeah y'all come on)
(here we go again)
Go with the flow？ no, no, no
I am the brother that sets tempo
Intelligent, relevant, eloquent speakin
You do the dancin, i'll do the freakin
Some people wanna dance, some people wanna listen
Some people at the party only wanna hear the dissin
My versatile styles, i'm able to adapt
You know i'm talkin shit cause i'm all that
I drop science for the brothers on the street
Intellects get it, and others want the beat
The way they feel i could be erased
All they want is you to pump that bass
Rather than tryin to change the times
They would rather me change my rhymes
A positive brother？ yeah, yeah, we know
But they would rather just watch me go
I am a brother, young, gifted and black
There's no need for the profane rap
I'm lyrically potent, very well versed
Some rappers can't rap and try to hide it with a curse
Money in the pocket, gold around the neck
Rings on every finger, boomin system in effect
Tryin to imitate, or better emulate
I can relate, but i rather innovate
Like the creator i love to create
Peace and love, conquerin hate
I got a date with faith
To be known as the great
So all you sissy-soft suckers gainin weight
Become irate, while the ladies girate
Infatuate, lust and mate
Mental state, compensate
If i get too deep, then you won't relate
So now i gotta tone down the sound
Cos i can pick the beat up and turn it around
Turn any jam to a political party
Raise your conscience and rock your body
If you can't relate, just clap your hands
Listen to the rhythm and do your dance
And i'll just party with the alter ego
Rock-the-body-body-body-body, here we go
3.Funke Wisdom
Wisdom
Funke, funke, funke
Funke, funke, funke...
Funke funke wisdom
Wisdom
Money - the root of all evil
Follow the dollar, and where will it lead to？
Pseudo science, material math
6 degrees of knowledge, brother, you don't know the half
Symbolizin symbolism, excercisin exorcism
Make a little money, now you wanna tell me how you're livin
Suckers sellin what you're sellin, now you're sellin out
The devil sold a dream and you bought it without thinkin 'bout
How the beast will decrease the brain wave
With material thoughts from the crib to the grave
Slaves, got you livin just to die
For the money, lookin sweet, slick and sly
Long as you're ridin and your system's fly
You don't give a damn if your homeboys die
So we gotta find a way to get paid in this system
With or without money - with funke funke wisdom
Funke, funke, funke
Funke, funke, funke...
Women - very significant
Power is what she represents
Contrary to what many brothers believe
Learn the metaphysical meaning of eve
When you get funke wisdom, then you'll understand
The woman is the driving force for any powerful man
＞from birth to earth and earth to re-birth
It ain't a curse, put your thought in reverse
Disperse rehearse your medium, verse first
And understand it ain't a purse that can quench your thirst
For love connections and spiritual conceptions
Not a act of x-rated sex, any
Man without a woman is incomplete
And vice versa she's obsolete
So i make sure within a part of my system
I got funke funke wisdom
Funke, funke, funke
Funke, funke, funke...
Mathematically it all adds up
All people are equal, but equal in what？
Once you understand that there's a spiritual math
Add soul to the science and subtract the riff-raff
24-7-365
Cause 9 to 5 ain't live
We're in overdrive
Take the 1st power, elevate to the 3rd
Manifest the power of the spoken word
360 degrees are subliminal
Fortified with a 144 minerals
4 elements and 4 seasons
4 corners of the world, it's all even
Mother nature and father time
Aligned with the 9 planets and combined
To influence the mind and control the whole system
Knowledge ain't enough, you need funke funke wisdom
Funke, funke, funke
Funke, funke, funke...
Funke funke wisdom
Wisdom
4.To The Beat Y'all
To the beat...
(to the beat y'all
To the beat y'all
To the - to the
To the beat y'all)
And yes y'all
This one goes out to all the homeboys
＞from the old school
Takin you way, way back
When we used to rhyme like this
Check it out
Ain't nothin but a party, everybody come along
Keep your body movin while i'm groovin with the song
I got funky rhythms, funky rhythms with a beat
Funk-funk-funk-funky rhythms for the street
Keep clappin while i'm rappin, while i'm rappin, clap your hands
Listen to the, listen to the, listen to the man
Turn the party out without a doubt i'm in the house
Kick it to the beat is what it's really all about
Party, party people, if you're ready, listen up
Cause i can get the lyrics, easy lee can get the cut
An automatic systematic rhythmatic sound
If you ain't with the program, you gotta get it down
Breakin competition, competition's ripped apart
Find another brother, cause l.l. ain't got the heart
I can take a rhythm, make you sing it like a song
This is to the beat, you can forget da break of dawn
(to the beat y'all
To the beat y'all
To the - to the
To the beat y'all)
If i'm mentally conditioned, then i'm physically prepared
To cold rock a party with the microphone i bear
I'm ready for action, satisfaction guaranteed
Give the people what they want, and what they want is what they
need
Desperately to hear a brother kick a rhyme like this
Don't settle for another, cause you know what time it is
Time to pick your feet up, put your body in the mode
And listen to a real rap veteran explode
Other sucker brothers always comin incomplete
Forget about the lyrics, cause they only want the beat
And other punk brothers put a curse in every verse
Frontin cause nobody taught em how to rhyme first
Frontin like you're hard, but it's only a facade
And now you're goin out like a sucker like todd
But i can take a rhythm, make you sing it like a song
This is to the beat, you can forget da break of dawn
(to the beat y'all
To the beat y'all
To the - to the
To the beat y'all)
Excercisin patterns, sowin up the rappin scene
Rockin for the people like a funky rap machine
Synchronize a party cause the party people watch
Only dancin when i tell em cause i rock round the clock
Masters of the ceremony's one and only one
Can rock it like a rocket, phoney homies better run
Cause i'm doin the damage and the damage will be done
Lyrics are the bullets, so i never need a gun
Just a microphone, speakers, tables and a plug
Sit back and watch the people cut themselves and slice a rug
And i'ma rock a party till it's time to bring it home
And when they pull a plug, then i'ma pack a microphone
Put it in my holster like a gun, and then i'm gone
Strapped, ready to rap and on and on and on
I can take a rhythm, make you sing it like a song
This is to the beat, you can forget da break of dawn
(to the beat y'all
To the beat y'all
To the - to the
To the beat y'all)
And yes y'all
As we proceed to move on
'to da break of dawn'
He-he-he-he-he...
Takin you all the way back
The way we used to do it for you and yours
At the old school
Kool moe dee signin off
In the house
5.How Kool Can One Blackman Be
6.Bad, Bad, Bad
Since the day i was born i was on a mission
Never played out of position or wishin or missin
I came out kissin, was no spankin the backside
Just lots of lady nurses waitin for black eyes
I - i was talkin way before i could crawl or walk
And what the ladies heard, wasn't baby talk
I'd drop a line like a bomber would drop a bomb
Highly explosive, but notice, i was cool and calm
Ready for action, at the age of 1 the fun
Was just beginning, i was winning, the ladies would come
With arms open and hopin for a kiss and a hug
I stripped down, huh, and watched the ladies bug
I stood up for a while, then i started walkin
I heard the ladies say, 'look who's talkin'
That's right, baby, you can leave me alone
Cause if you can't please me, don't tease me, cause i'm bad to
the..
Bad, ba-ba-bad, bad
(big bad..) --＞ run
As a teen i was on the scene cleaner than clean
Mean lean fighting machine with self-esteem
No dope, crack, coke, flat broke i'm not
Sell smoke, nope, nope, won't smoke the pot
Gettin high off life was more than enough
And peer pressure ain't pressure when a boy is tough
And i was tougher than tough, i'm from the darkside
And hangin out in the park and in the parkside
Play a brother in any game he wanted to play
For fun or money, for money if he wanted to pay
I wasn't diggin for niggas, so brother, dig deep
If one got over, it's over, i let the kid keep
A little change, it's strange, he want to bet it back
I took his claim to fame, he want to get it back
And when the night was over i took his girl home
I dimmed the lights and showed her that i was bad..
Now i'm in my 20s with plenty money and honey bunnies
20s and 10s, drive a benz, you can't take nothin from me
Cause i came up on the streets, a straight up poor boy
But i beat the game, but it was war, boy
Because the streets entice you for the wrong things
I couldn't pay the price, i wrote a song theme
And from the moment i touched the microphone
It was known that i was bad to the bone
But weak rappers and a lack of promotion
Made the job hard, i had to throw some
Weak lyrics together, just to get paid
'go see the doctor', and i got played
The train continued to the 'wild, wild west'
I heard some brothers say, 'he ain't the best'
Huh, but check the records that ain't well known
And look around and see all my clones
By the time i'm in my 30s my worth be - i bet i'm dirty rich
Sittin on the top of the world with about 36
Million in my pocket and rockin it from the mountain top
Livin it at ease, cool breeze, because i'm countin top
Dollar, i'm a scholar seekin knowledge, i'm a truth-seeker
The baddest brother on a microphone and two speakers
On turntables i'm able to start a movement
And when i move the crowd, the ladies move with
Fire in the eyes, the eyes never lie
So feel the fire and desire, keep your eye on the prize
Ladies, listen to the man and watch me work
Fellas, keep your cool when she goes bezerk
Cause i touch em in places that most men don't
Don't get jealous, fellas, oh, that's all she wrote
Then when the night is over you'll be alone
Cause ladies love ya when a brother is bad to the bone
7.Rise 'n' Shine
And yes y'all
The sounds that you hear
Is gonna be so rare
You have no fear
Cause three live brothers are here
We got krs-one from boogie down productions
Special shout to melodie
We got my man chuck d in the house from public enemy
And i am kool moe dee
So are - you - ready？
Are you ready, to elevate
As i rhyme on time you'll illuminate
Hard as diamond, knowledge shinin
It's that time and it's all in the timin
400 years blood, sweat and tears
The rain is over, and the sun is here
Yeah, bright and clear, countdown to the year
No fear, cause i'm in there
Holdin my mic like the staff of ra
Bringin true light after dark
Brothers are live, but still unborn
It's almost morn and it's time to mourn
See the light like a crack of dawn
The comatosed and the cracked are re-born
Reurgitatin the garbage we're fed
Cause this time dawn is dawn of the dead
Ain't that funky？
(yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky？
(yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky？
(yeah, that's funky)
Rise and shine
Ain't that funky？
(yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky？
(yeah, that's funky)
Ain't that funky？
(yeah, that's funky)
Get up
I rise and shine like the sun on the one
We dance together, we overcome
A wake-up call to wake up all
Stand up tall, get up and get up, y'all
Clap your hands in jubilation, meditation
Recreation, procreation of the mind
If you seek, we'll find
Born two times, but still one of a kind
Learn your past, find your path
The truth is infinite, like math
Countdown to the year 2000
The thought alone is arousin
When we see our way with the third eye
Rise with the sun and think with a bird's eye
View, as i watch our exodus
When the higher conscious connect it's just
The microphone is my funky scepter
When i speak on beat i'm tryin to connect us
To what's left us messed up
Egos dressed up, got us effed up
You see onto instead of into
You see what you want to, instead of what you been through
You can take the rhyme i say
Read it, hand it, see em three ways
Combine the rhyme to anyone of nine
For some still the light won't shine
You can take a shot in the dark, but keep missin
You aim with one eye, you just don't listen
Cause see, in the dark you need all three
Your eyes are ears when you hear what you see
The five senses are all correlated
The sixth and seventh is how you elevate it
Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding
This a krs with a different something
What, come in a dance and we come down for sing
This a krs me say - come!
Nuff slaveships come from africa
Full of africans, sold in america
Now you want me to call myself american
Even though america kill di african
Check it, white man is european
And blackman is african
White man never say euro-american
So why should the blackman say afro-american？
If the blackman is american with a afro
Then the white man is american with a long nose
It should be long-nose-american for the white man
Jump around and move your bottom
What
Make no mistake, we don't shake or stutter
So heed the word of the brothers
Who makes a boy into a man
It's the job of another man
Who knows his role as a father
He bothers to give his son his soul
And pass it on, to never front
Cause papa don't raise no punks
Got to make it know and to pass it down
Yeah, sounds like a job for the brotherman now
Got to help a mother for me
Each one teach one, if you can't find one
Talk to the little ones
And you'll see they'll listen
To few while missin
Peace, to rise and shine
8.Mo' Better
9.I Like It Nasty
10.Death Blow
To the break of dawn
To the, to the, to the
Times up punk
Yea yea time to settle the score
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
Ha, ha, ha this time it's over boy
This is me and you, head to head, let's go
Here we go, beat down round 2
Heads up punk 'cause it all comes down to
Me and you, face to face, head to head
Mic to mic, i like the weak shit you said
To the break of dawn, beats nitro
Lyrics weak, say goodnight 'cho
Star trek shades, man cut the joke
Let's get serious and go for broke
You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
Victor before you pull it off you thought mr. pitiful
Here's some mouthwash, g
Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, c-
A-u-s-e, you're rhyme didn't mean
？d-o-d-d？, junior moe dee
Stop biting, chewing, swallowing
Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing
Raise up son, i need jock relief
Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth
You swallow it, yea, finish, burp
Now let a real man go to work
'cause i'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby
Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies
Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nuthin but hype
You slice and dice and ice twice for life
I'm a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes
Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes
Keep talking about me and i'll keep pimping
Just bring me that money and take this last whipping
How can one man be so dumb
You're trying to come off and don't know how to come
You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue
You high strung bum come and get done
I'll do you wit a death blow
(chorus)
Kill 'em kill 'em
I'll hit ya wit a death blow
My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma
'cause you can't hang without a high school diploma
Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league
You're running out of gas and you're tank is on e
Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro
Take you're whipping like a man brother let go
No apologies, tears of violence
Get your black suits 'cause i ain't smiling
I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half
Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to laugh
If there's laughter, i'll get the last one
You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one
So who's got no style, look at your profile
You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul
Still wearing played out 4 finger rings
Played out fat gold chains and things
You changed your look now change your gameplan
Trying to dress but you still wear name brand
Brother, you look crazy weak
And it gets worse when we hear you speak
So you ain't got a chance in hell
You'll be known as the late ll
The man who lost one, one too often
Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin
A close casket they won't show ya
When i finish, you're mama won't know ya
'cause i'm a rip you limb from limb
You tombstone read he had no win
So rip, rest in peace, rip 'em
D.i.d., dead indeed, did 'em
A h-i-t, hitman, so whatcha hit 'em wit
A rhyme silencer, i hit 'em wit a death blow
Chorus
If mama said knock me out, come do it
You can't win and that (record scratch) knew it
I'm a send you home in a body bag
Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag
You're out of here, over, finished, all in
And marly marl can't save you from fallin
'cause as soon as you came back what did you do
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
You can't go hard, you're just so-so todd
I'm that type of guy, oh my god
It's gets no rougher comes no weaker
Marly hooked the beats so now you need a
Writer to bring you back from hell
Because i'm a rock up l
Low life loser, life like luna
Lafidasical, lispless luna
Tic liver lifeless, living likeness
Lusting longing lyrics like this
Little league, lard larsonist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liar
Bull, lull, lateral learning
Laps language latent lurking
Language, language, local logo
Light laboring, limited local
Now ll's a laughing stock
'cause i bit that ass to the last stop
I watched you fall like hitler fell
And now you're down to a broken l
You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell
Yo, tell 'em how you fell l, hard as hell
You came back and you thought you had me
But think about it, whos' your daddy
Kill 'em... big daddy, i don't want none...
I did 'em wit a death blow
To the break of dawn
To the, to the, to the, get him out of here
(kool moe dee talks)
11.Let's Get Serious
12.Poetic Justice
(ladies and gentlemen
There are seven acknowledge wonders of the world
You are about to witness the eighth)
Karma
Poetic justice
What goes around, comes around
Stop, look, listen, learn
Play with fire and you'll get burned
You think you want some but you don't want none
A fight on the mic, you don't want one
I turn the heat on, proceed to beat on
Any soft sap who think he's gon-
Na come in my realm when i'm at the helm
Nightmare's a joke when i'm on elm
Street, sleep but you don't dream
Awaken, achin, takin codeine
Now you're tryin to o.d.
Cause you don't want none of moe dee
Pain relievers won't relieve ya
Suicide won't do it either
Even after i cremate you
I'ma re-incarnate you
Bring you back for another round
Just to put you back in the ground
Over and over again
When is it over？ it ends
When i die but i won't die, don't try
Rhyme forever, huh, why won't i
Crush whoever tries to crush this
Hurt like the truth, poetic justice
Poetic justice
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, comes around (2x)
Doing justice to poetry
This is a flurry, a fist of fury
A rhyme so fast that it has to blurry
Your vision, don't wink, blink or stop to think
Or you might miss the next rhyme, ink
Flows from the brain to the pen
And comes alive when the thought transcends
From the pen to the paper and paper to tape, and
A tape to wax and back to the tape, a-
Nother hit which you can't get with
A brainiac'll react, but a nitwit
Can't relate, he can't hold the weight
The rhyme's too deep and he sleeps awake
The comatose need a double dose
Cause kool moe dee don't rhyme like most
Simplified rhymes or out of the norm
But i simplify as i'm to perform
Records for the pop？？？？ playlist
The pop jocks don't play this
In an intent to hold rap back
They stop the hard and play the wack
They play the weak cause the weak won't speak
But that just makes a fan go seek
A station that they know will bust this
(who's on the radio) poetic justice
Poetic justice
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, comes around (2x)
Doing justice to poetry
Poetic, phonetic, genetic, fanatic
- you connect it
Those who chose to oppose are foes
And usually can't grow afros
As the rhyme flows the spirit grows
But only those with a pure soul knows
The relevance of the beat of the drum
And where it's comin from
For those of you who just don't listen
Here's the second boat you're missin
Just like noah had you swimmin
Rap's the warnin of an endin
Of an era, a reign of terror
Over like a nova, never ever
Try to amplify the lie
The truth won't die, and that's why i
A versatile child of the nile
Speak with a ghetto style, and meanwhile
The reason i relate to the youth
Is pure souls can feel the truth
The poisoned souls have tried to stop it
But just stop it, cause hip-hop is
From our roots, and you can't touch this
This is our ancestors' poetic justice
Poetic justice
What goes around, comes around
Goes around, comes around (2x)
Doing justice to poetry
13.Gangsta Boogie
14.Times Up
(time's up)
(time's up)
(time's up) --＞ rakim
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now) --＞ rob base
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
Time's up, black is back
Other rappers make records and i make an impact
I don't want you to move, i want a movement
As i proceed, i move with
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding
I make progress, while i'm slamming
Hard lyrics, puttin money in the bank
But these futile new styles stake out the joint with hank
A to b to d
Cause you can't hit what your eyes can't c
Near-sighted, shallow, hollow, mundane
Rappers untrained, just can't sustain
The heat that hits, you think it's a homerun
But hold that thought, brother, don't run
Cause you hear the pop, it drops, and guess what？
Time's up
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
The clock ticks, the rhyme kicks
I'm kickin off knowledge as i drop this
Brothers ain't takin their time with the rhyme
They wanna get paid, cause it's hard times
I got patience, meditation
Helps creation, and correlation
Is takin its toll in platinum and gold
I get respect with the records i sold
Cause the rhyme is always up to par and on point
I wrote a message in the music while i'm rockin this joint
It's jumpin, slammin, pumpin
And meanwhile i'm sayin somethin
For all ears to hear and prepare
To persevere from here to there, so get geared
So weak rappers'll have to self-destruct
Time's up
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
I'm harder than times and 29
Hard enough to cut diamonds, rhymin i'm
Sharp as a razor, cuts like a laser
And my rhyme can graze ya, i'm able to raise ya
＞from a dead level, i ain't a rebel
I just don't dance with the devil
Unless we're dancing in the rain
And then my dance is an ali dance
Cuts as sharp as a blow, showboat what i wrote
And sugar-coat the globe and collect sweet g notes
Go for the throat and watch the wicked choke
＞from the words i spoke because the rhymin smoke
Provoked thoughts of hope, no dope to cope
Cocaine and propane, no pain and no gain
The white demon is powdered and cut
Taste the real rock - time's up
High performance is layin dormant
Your mentality is out of the ordi-
Nary structure, you ain't a sucker
Go get paid like a renegade buster
Lyrical format i put down
And when it rips, better skip town
Metaphysical spiritual conscience
Manifested in lyrical contents
An ancient rhetoric, moe dee better kick
Soulful social science, and let it get
My class needs to thinkin straight
Cause with speeds of light they can't relate
We live and learn, but what are we learnin？
The dollars teach and weak souls are burnin
So when i strike, it's like lightning struck
Time's up
(time's up)
(i wanna rock right now)
(time's up)
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