I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie

[Hiney]

Oh man I saw this briefly earlier and SO wanted to contribute but work denied... and now I get it's all over.. ohhh.

Bugger, sorry - it would have been GOOD

 

[medicine man]

Attention kids - this is real rap, the daddy of all Sugar Hill Gang

but it ain't The Last Poets- originators, kids do some researchin' Last Poets are the Grandaddys of rap!

 

[Gwylan]

but it ain't The Last Poets- originators, kids do some researchin' Last Poets are the Grandaddys of rap!

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes some of us will probably catch it on TV
with chicken hanging from our mouths
You'll know its revolution cause there won't be no commercials

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
Preacher pimps are gonna split the scene with the communion wine
stuck in their back pockets
Fagots wont be so funny then and all the junkies will quit their
noddin and wake up when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes
Transit cops will be crushed by the trains after losing their guns and
blood will run through the streets of Harlem drowning anything
without substance when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
Our pearly white teeth froth the mouths that speak of revolution
without reverence
The cost of revolution is 360 degrees understand the cycle that never
ends
Understand the beginning to be the end and nothing is in between
but space and time that I make or you make to relate or not to relate
to the world outside my mind your mind
Speak not of revolution until you are ready to eat rats to survive

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes guns and rifles will be taking the place of
poems and essays. Black cultural centers will forts supplying the
revolutionaries with food and arms when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes
White death will froth the walls of museums and churches breaking
the lies that enslaved our mothers when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes Jesus Christ is gonna be standing on the
corner of Lenox Ave and 125th St trying to catch the first gypsy cab
out of Harlem when the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
Jew merchants will give away matza balls and gifilta fish to anyone
they see with afros
Frank Shieffin will give away the Apollo to the first person he sees
wearing a blue dashiki when the revolution comes

When the revolution comes afros gone be trying to straightened their
heads and straighten heads gone be tryin to wear afros

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
But until then you know and I know niggers will party and bullshit
and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit
and party...


Some might even die before the revolution comes.

 

[Yorkie]

He used to give me roses,
I wish he could again;
But that was on the outside,
And things were different then.

We'd built our world together,
With a love so clear and strong;
But that was on the outside.
Where did i go wrong?

*******************
CHORUS
On the inside the sun still shines,
And the rain falls down;
But the sun and rain are prisoners too,
When morning comes around.

*******************
VERSE 2
Last night i dreamed we were together,
Sharing all the love we've known;
Til i had to face the nightmare,
Of waking up alone.

*******************
CHORUS
On the inside the sun still shines,
And the rain falls down;
But the sun and rain are prisoners too,
When morning comes around.

On the inside the roses grow;
They don't mind the stoney ground;
But the roses here are prisoners too,
When morning comes around.

*******************
He used to give me roses,
I wish he could again;
But that was on the outside,
An things were different then.

Memories!! I was addicted to that programme. It was so bad, it was good.

 

[Freddie Goodwin.]

Now I'm the king of the swingers oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what's bothering me.
I wanna be a man, man cub
And stroll right into town
I wanna be like other men
I'm tired on monkey'ng round.

Oh, oob bi do.....

 

[e77]

If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I've got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.

 

[Carrot Cruncher]

Well well well

Taskmaster burst
The bionic zit splitter
Breakneck speed
we drown ten pints of bitter
we lean all day
and some say that ain't productive
but that depends upon the demon that you're stuck with
'cos right now
I see clearer than most
I sit here contented with this cheese on toast
I feel the pain of a third world famine
Segue
we count them blessings and keep jamming
'tis him
scumbag, scum of the earth
his worth was nil
until he found the skill of tongues
from 15 years young straight to my grey back self
I stay top shelf material
Jerk chicken, jerk fish
Break away slave bliss
Generate G's and then we stash them in the Swiss
Fools can't see this
Audio pistols
a fistful of hip hop donzai
Progressin' in the flesh
Esoteric quotes most frightening
Duppy took hold of my hand while I was writing
Let go me ting Duppy
Let go me hand
I summon up the power of banana clan...

Witness the fitness
The cruffatin liveth
One hope one quest. [Repeat]

Swigging that deep root juice
Now we deh 'pon it boost
Set them spirit them loose
Go 'head go slash up the noose
With conclusive proof of both the truth
The right
'cos whether we hitch hike or push bike
or travel kinda trash
manifest that
with wholesome roots rap
manifest that yeah
I do my zing way
Ain't nutten else I know
Gone up in the life
With this I-ragged born flow
Squeeze the pain from my belly and set my soul free
Travel over ocean land and sea
Faced nuff stress and difficulty
Flung back from the brink
Gwan'ing kind of stink
We don't give a frig about what them fools think
Frig your network
Our dett work will speak for itself
Proof of the trophy
And the champion belt
Come sun come rain come hailstone pelt.

[CHORUS]

Bwana Simit
With some old time shit
let the whole world know
we on some off key tip
mega manic
when time the pressure start lick
by the hook or by the crook
by the poop or by the kick
he's sickly cryptic
spitting the code
and most proud to present that cruffatin mode
and it shows that they bro's done
seen a few sleights
life throws scenarios
reality bites
we in collision with the beast
lost we religion and we can't get no peace
idiot weakheart want to take I for chief
stoop to their level and we plotting cold grief
but we should know that
discipline maketh the geez
separation of the DAT from the rat that's a must
proceed set speed with the cruffatin touch
proceed set speed
crufatin yow...

[CHORUS]

 

[Trufflehound]

When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes
When the revolution comes some of us will probably catch it on TV
with chicken hanging from our mouths
You'll know its revolution cause there won't be no commercials

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

 

[MattBackHome]

I bomb atomically.