FOUR FLY GUYS
YEAR:1995  MUSIC:Wendel Fite/Beastie Boys  LYRICS:Wendel Fite/Beastie Boys
RELEASES:The Hurra, 4 Fly Guys (s)
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**Green Color = Wendel Fite aka DJ Hurricane**

"1-2-3-4"
"4 Fly Guys"
"1-2-3-4"
"Turn it out"
"1-2-3-4"
"4 Fly Guys"
"1-2-3-4"
"Turn it out"

"Ay why don't you put your hands together"

Since '79 I was rockin' the rhyme
Standin' in line yeah listen one time
'86 I was in the mix yeah
This here ain't no fuckin' trick
Well it's the King AdRock, it's my time to rhyme
Pass me a mirror cut me a line
Now I'm rappin' in stereo yeah
Cocaine crew say Blow!
Introspective rhyme collective
Rockin' at the party yeah that's our objective huh
My man Hurricane down since the day
Took over on the mix from Dr. Dre'
Well to the blacks and the whites and the Puerto Rican
Everybody wanna' hear the words I'm speakin' yeah
4 fly brothers and we turn it out
And when we leave the stage we leave no doubt

"1-2-3-4"
"4 Fly Guys"
"1-2-3-4"
"Turn it out"
"1-2-3-4"
"4 Fly Guys"
"1-2-3-4"
"Turn it out"

Got my mop-head comb with my light blue Keds
Bob your heads check my threads
As I run from the feds, but I'm not alone yeah
King AdRock take the microphone
Well I smoke hemp like Sean Kemp gets high
I'm fly you won't know why
A fifty dollar bet you can kiss my ass
So move on over and let the kid pass
I'm on the microphone with the "Hoo Ha!"
I make all the people scream and say Sha-Na-Na
I'm an emcee like you'll never be
Rockin' to the hills of Beverly
When I grab the mic I see the ladies comin' after me
'Cause my shit is OG and that is how it's got to be

"1-2-3-4"
"4 Fly Guys"
"1-2-3-4"
"Turn it out"
"1-2-3-4"
"4 Fly Guys"
"1-2-3-4"
"Turn it out"

Oooh ah la-la-la
I grabs a microphone and scratch a Mardi Gras
Platattoon gimme room, gimme space
You can get a taste of the funky bass
Now my microphone pulls 'em in and beats 'em like Ox
Hear a funky rhyme and you know it's AdRock's
'Cause I'm the man with the goddamn plan
Can't front on me when the mic's in my hand agh yea
Me and Adam, Adam down with the Cane and
Down since '86 and there's no complainin'
Still not strainin' rhymes are reignin'
Emcee trainin' no refrainin'
Wheels of steel, my man is all that
So never doubt the strength when you hear the rap
'Cause since back in the day you always had my back
And now I'm One Two Three Four on the track

"1-2-3-4"
"4 Fly Guys" yeah
"1-2-3-4" four, four
"Turn it out" well keep it on y'all
"1-2-3-4"
"4 Fly Guys"
"1-2-3-4"
"Turn it out"

"Ay why don't you put your hands together"
"Ay why don't you put your hands together"

"Ain't gettin' fly"
"Ain't gettin' fly"
"Ain't gettin' fly"
"Ain't gettin' fly"

"1-2-3-4"
"1-2-3-4"
"1-2-3-4"
"1-2-3" "2-3"
"1-2-3-4"
"1" "2-3"
"1-3" "2-3"
"1" "1"


STICK 'EM UP
YEAR:1995  MUSIC:Wendel Fite/Adam Horovitz  LYRICS:Wendel Fite/Adam Horovitz
RELEASES:The Hurra
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**Green Color = Wendel Fite aka DJ Hurricane**

Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick your hands up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up in the air

Face down don't turn around
Listen to the bass pound
From all types of angles
this ain't no star spangled banner
more juice than tropicana
Rock from New York to Savannah
Cause it's Macka Framma?
When I go to a show
Some run some come plenty have fun
To watch a nigga' kick in
the right way, the hype way, the tight way
You're fucking right that I might say stick 'em

Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick your hands up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick your hand up
Stick 'em

Fronters get confronted while stunts get stunted
And my homies get blunted while the rats get hunted
so if you want it here it is so put em up or shut em up
Smack'em down and I'll yell pick'em up so get'em up
So word em up, as I fuck it up I tear it up
So listen up and don't move just play the groove
Don't dime when I crime 'cause kid that's fessin' up
But when I pull out my mag just raise em up

Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick your hands up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up in the air

"Quiet quiet! I don't wanna' have to kill anyone
---- -- --- Now ladies, start removing your jewellery
Stop it in this bag - you hey, empty your pockets,
come on come on! I'm in business quiet.. This is my
wedding ring do I have to..You can keep the ring but
not that bracelet. Thank you"

1 to the 3 to the motherfuckin' 2
And you don't know what I'ma do
That's because you're new but
I got the kaya make you feel higher
So say what you want you motherfuckin' liar
Before you run your mouth like you think you're braggin'
Go brush your teeth 'caus you've got the stink draggin'
I just think you should do what he says
Do what Cane says and stick 'em up

Hands high reach for the sky
But don't try to get fly cause it's easy to die
Just like a blink of an eye when the shots rang
Boom bang rat ta tat tat
Watch your back cause I'm coming black
Kill that yig yag put the money in the bag
Pass the zags with the Billboard Mag
But freeze feel the breeze if ya sneeze than you're shot
Now ya gotta run what'cha got

Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick your hands up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up
Stick 'em up in the air

"Stick-stick 'em"
"Stick-stick 'em"


SQUAT!
YEAR:2000  MUSIC:De La Soul  LYRICS:De La Soul/Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz
RELEASES:Art Official Intellegence: Mosaic Thump
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**Green Color = Pos from De La Soul**
**Orange Color = Dove from De la Soul**

"What's wrong with you man?
You know we got a party man, get the other record!"

Here we go"
"Let it go"
"Just one more time!"

It's the M-I-K-E ooh to the D
I'm comin exquisite and V.I.P.
Tryin to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got em scratchin it like the fleas
And Ad Rock got it locked like a crooked cop
Now it's Ad Rock, y'all remember me
The guy ya bit ya style from off the TV
I score Mmmma-Zah-Ayy's all day
My essays are felt worldwide
We like four planets on the mic haa
Aligned arrays retired all in the days
Game "baby-baby" too blam for these lames yes..
When I was nine, I played with slime
Got rhymes ga-lot, got rhymes ga-limes
I got a million like rhymes leavin ya stung
I got my own crew called the nasal tongue!
Yo take a few of these b-boys and call me in the mornin' okay
Keep it on the crusty eye, bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
"Disc jock!"
It be some classic material kid
"Disc jock!"
Got the calm cats blowin their lid
"Disc jock!"
You get plush off the rack
and buy plenty or more we got em by the stack
"Disc jock!"
Got us walkin all over the world
for all the fly fellas and all the fly girls
"Disc jock!"
You can't get enough when we servin this
"Come on" SQUAT!
"Come on" SQUAT!
"Come on" SQUAT!
"Come on" SQUAT!
"Come on" SQUAT!
"Come on" SQUAT!
"Come on" SQUAT!
"Come on" SQUAT!
"Come on"

Now we'd like, to introduce to you, Ad Rock
Ad Rock in the house you don't stop
It's the B-E-A-S-T-I-E B-O-Y-S with the most finesse
Don't mean to be crude, don't mean to be crass
But listen Guiliani you can kiss my ass what?
You heard my word, now Dove you play the preacher aha
Get on the mic if you love all the creatures
Well yeah I got these fishes swimmin' round my baracuda mhmm
Back in '82 I used to ride a street scooter
Called em cuter than pigtails, sales you keep em level, and
smack you with a shovel and break your lifestyle
Firm on the mic since my days of a child
Got a License TOO Ill to flash to police
The only beast I huddles with the Beastie Boys
Bringin Noise like P.E. to your TV
Aiyyo this beat's barefoot and knock-kneed
Stripped to the rhyme!
And every line made from scratch
Attached like stripes to shell-toes
Thin spools that hold haa the herb
Mike what's the word? "word"
It's like the ooh-la-la, ooh-ooh-la-la
Rhymin over old breaks like the Mardis Gras
Party people cross and bump they go ooh and they ahh
And Mike D and Ad Rock down with the De La

" Disc jock"
"Get the people dancin" for real
"Disc jock" Theater "jock" holdin mass appeal
"Disc jock" You can't get enough STILL
so here's another dose for you to feel!
Put ya body in it
"Come on" SQUAT"
"Come on" SQUAT"
"Come on" SQUAT"
"Come on" SQUAT"
"Come on" SQUAT"
"Come on" SQUAT"
"Come on" SQUAT"
"Come on" SQUAT"
"Come on"

I'm feelin good, damn good, but also confused
This stuff from hip-hop that's bein misused
It's desirin, acquirin, tryin to be like Iverson
if it means backstabbin and also conspirin
Now, the people in the front - you do the bump bump
The people in the back - they're not the whack whack
The people in the middle - come on and wiggle wiggle
And the people on the side - we can all take a ride!
In my VW I done swung an ep' or two
The rear in my hatchback y'all know I scratched that aha
Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls
Skiddin out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock
Well I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper
From the middle school like the educated rapper
I'm known as an occupational MC
You think I lose sleep if you sleep on me
It's the rock solid, pilot, here to fly "rock"
Reachin elevations too far for the eye "eye"
Miraculous beats over breaks in these packages
Seen all over the globe and all the types
who thinks our joints is aight, here's a swab for ya ear
To clean out ya lobe and listen to a few views
from two crews spittin for the art of it
We ain't takin over but damn sure takin part of it
Started it ever since we minced meat
You Sloppy Joe's went and took a bit of the corn dog
Stay there! I'ma play there cuz they pay there
In the big old Santa Claus bag got discs and now we out

Signin off, signin off, our work is done
So come on party people
Have havehave havehave fun!
"Let it go"
"Just one more time"


DRUM MACHINE
YEAR:1985  MUSIC:Burzootie  LYRICS:Adam Yauch
RELEASES:Drum Machine (s)
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One, two..
Now listen to the sound of MCA
I'm not a DJ but I mix the records you play
I'm talkin' techno wizard of Shakedown
And the timbre of my voice is a trademarked sound
Now my beat pounds on and sounds real strong
And I can probably keep rappin' till the break of dawn
When the Drum Machine plays on and on
And it doesn't stop playin' till the world is gone

Now Burzootie's on the mix most of the time
He works all of the machines but he doesn't really rhyme
Moves slide-faders, programs drum beats
Plays his records in the place to be
So when you hear that sound of the Drum Machine
It's MCA and Burzootie we're a musical team

"Down down down-Shake it like-Shake it like a chicken
Shake it like a chicken-Turn around-Turn around
T-t-turn around-Turn around-T-t-turn around-Party with you
Party with you-Party with you-All emcees-All emcees
All emcees-All emcees"

I began people played the drums
They did it for money and they did it for fun
They did it for sex and they did it for fame
All kinds of music but the beat's the same
Now there's a thing called the Drum Machine
You don't need good rhythm to sound real mean
Partise a beat through the treble control
To make good music the inevitable goal
With the V-C-O and the V-C-A
You might add on some digital delay
In the mix you use tricks
If it don't sound good it can still be fixed

Attenuate the sound as it comes in
The U-Meter's in the red or it may sound thin
Flange overdrive, distortion guitar
(Ha ha!) Turn the sound up loud so the sound sounds hard
(Yeah!) Lexicon Space Station A-M-S
(Whoo!) Delayed loop systems that sound the best
(Heh!) Digital synthesis, increase the noise
(Ha!) Turnin' small dials on electronic toys
(Yeah!) Light simulators, digital generators
With the midi on the system, the great penetrators

If the D-M-X replace the chip
In order to bust with the Simmons kit
But you can bring your own chip with your personal sound
You'll make the hard-rock b-boys wanna' get down
(Ah yeah!) Electronic machines that make electric boogie funk
B-boys get loose when the drum beat's goin' like this

"One-Two" "One-Two" "Ononononone-Two" "Onononone-Two"

Now here I got just what you need
I'm a tech emcee and I'll set you free
From my digital science you can see
I'm a master of technology
So if you want it right here and watch the screen
Sit back and you can hear just what I mean
Here I am with my sonic cannon
Here I am with the B-Boy jammin'
Here I am rappin on the scene
Here I am with the number one Drum Machine

"Oh! Where'd the bass go?"
"I don't hear no bass! "

"Want more bass?"

"I'll give ya grandmother.."

"Drum Machine, buddy you're not what everybody expects.."