Moody Melodies of the Underground - Beatmatic Hip Hop

The atmosphere on the streets tonight Is the driving beat of the world The word down here on the streets tonight Is the truest music you've heard So take your share of the gifts that are there They all belong to you And come what may at the break of each day We all begin anew once more We all begin anew Baby, baby, baby, let's investigate The other side of life tonight The lovers and the fighters And the risks they take Are on the other side of life tonight Let's lose our way Go completely astray And find ourselves again You know the only way to get there Is to take that step To the other side of life tonight The atmosphere on the streets tonight Is the driving beat of the world The word down here on the streets tonight Is the truest music you've heard So take your share of the gifts that are there They all belong to you And come what may at the break of each day We all begin anew once more We all begin anew Baby, baby, baby, let's investigate The other side of life tonight The lovers and the fighters And the risks they take Are on the other side of life tonight Let's lose our way Go completely astray And find ourselves again You know the only way to get there Is to take that step To the other side of life tonight (Lead guitar solo) Let's lose our way Go completely astray And find ourselves again You know the only way to get there Is to take that step To the other side of life tonight

(Okay, buddy, start playing!) One, two Buckle my shoe Scooby-Doo Humpty what you gonna do? Lick lick, let me lick Smell, let me smell the flavor And taste the behavior The way you Been kicking it while the Humpster was lamping Fishing and camping Out renting boats in the Hamptons Eating good, working out, and giving charity Working on my vocal cord clarity Hell, no, I can't front, I been at the crib G-ing Slapping poontang trying to be the mack pappy 40-dog and pina colada peeing Making my rounds to keep the Humpty girls happy If you missed me I was laying in the cut Wrecking big butts And scratching my knees Cuz my homegirl's cat got fleas That's how it goes The beat flow-flows Yo peep the new color of my nose Representing how we been living That's how it is I'm not the biz But if I was to pick a booger It'd be a big fat gooey gold plated loogie But I was born a yankee so I use my hanky The way I wear my clothes freaks the hos cuz I'm lanky Speaking of hankies, I like hanky-panky Especially when the hanky-panky's stanky Of course ain't gonna be too much stanking Cuz then my duty would be to give the booty a spanking I like biscuits and grits on the sausage And so you know it's me, I wrote some nonsense Hova glova nivlan blizman glaze niull The return of the crazy one (you think I ain't?) Psycho alpha, that means the crazy one Gold nose lazy one Skill to kill I never worked I never will I'm the original high yellow rich rigger bum Hookers getting mad cuz they can't make me come Around their way Addicted to the way that I play I like to chew bubblegum Make them laugh when I'm loving them I blew a bubble and some Bubble-Yum Got caught up in the booty I thought it was the end of her Gabriella needed an enema So I put away the broom And we broke out the vacuum Sort of like spring cleaning Humpty Hump's leaning Into the groove from the fat beat The pimp slap beat The yo my head is nodding cuz I'm hooked like crack beat Hiva-humping Rip-riva-rumping Biva-biva-butt-pumping Rump-riva-rump-pumping And it just ain't releasing me The beat's obesity So fat that it makes me shout Ah ha this beat's got gout Not from the worms, from the pork That you eat with a fork But it weighs about a ton when it plays Back to the honeys The play-booty-bunnies You know what's real funny to me When they get up for the downstroke The look on their face when they almost choke On the lean butter bean brown hamhock I got the joke in the chamber and the gun's cocked It's time to pull out my funny bone and get ready for the fun The return of the crazy one Five, six Humpty's sick Seven, eight Just too late To get the man the help that he needs Yo, how about some butter beans

Rebel, rebel, rebel (2Pac) They just can't stand the reign Or the occasional pain Of a man like me who goes against the grain. Sometimes I do it in vain So wit the little bass and treble ain't missed a So it's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel. Cold as the devil. Straight from the underground, the rebel alone laughs. They came to see the maniac sychopath. The critics heard of me and the aftermath. I don't give a damn and it shows. A when I do a stage show I wear street clothes. So they all know me: the lyrical lunatic, the maniac MC. I give a shout out to your homies. Maybe then, the critics'll leave your boy alone, G. On the streets or on TV, it just don't pay the be a truth tellin MC. They won't be happy till I'm banned. The most dangerous weapon: an educated black man. For point blank in your face, pump up the bass, and join the human race. I throw peace to the Bay. Cuz from the jungle to Oaktown, they backin me up all the way. You know ya gotta love the sound. It's from the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground (2Pac) Now I'm face to face with the devil. Cuz they breedin more rebels than the whole damn ghetto. And police brutality, Put you in a nip and call it technicality. So you reap what you soe. So read the wrath of the rebel jackin em up once more. Now the fox is in the henhouse. Creepin up on your daughter, while you asleep I got her sneakin out. Tupac ain't nuttin nice. I'll be nothin how I wanna and do it when I'm gonna. Now I'm up to no good. The mastermind of mischief movin more than most could. So sit and slip into the sound. Peep the rebel: the rebel of the underground. He's the rebel: rebel of the underground (2Pac) They say they hate me, they wanna hold me down. I guess they scared of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. But I never let it get me. I just make another record 'bout the punks tryin to sweat me. In fact, they tryin to keep me out. Try to censor what I say cuz they don't like what I'm talkin 'bout. So what's wrong with the media today. Got brothers sellin out cuz they greedy to get paid. But me, I'm comin from the soul. And if it don't go gold, my story still get told. And that way they can't stop me. And if it sells a couple of copies, the punks'll try to copy. It's sloppy, don't even try to. I'm a slave to the rythm and I'm about to fly through. Sold yo(ya-yo) to the people in the ghetto. When ya hear the bass roll, go ahead and let go. Now everybody wanna gangbang. They talkin street slang, but the punk still can't hang. By makin records bout violence But when it comes to the real, some brothers go silent. It kinda make you wanna think about That ya gotta do some sellin out, just to get your record out. But 2pacalpyse is straight down. So feel the wrath of the rebel: the rebel of the underground. 2pac is the rebel: rebel of the underground