Tekst :
[MACK DADDY: Chris Kelly]Heh yeah
Wassup yall
This the M-A-C
Of course I got my nigga D-A-double D
And you know I got the homey Chris to the Terry
And this is goin out to all yall niggas in Greenbry (?)
All yall niggas in Adamsville
All yall niggas in Atlanta
You know what im sayin wherever you at
But first off my homey Chris Terry gonna run game like this
Verse 1: [Chris Terry]
I m on this mad paper chase, I m talkin bout stackin them g s
I be makin moves, just like then Cubans be movin ki s
Nigga please, It s that playa CT from the A - T L
I used to live in hell, now I m livin swell
And I pop a hundred times (?) bottle of Mo (bottle of mo)
And then I walk up out the do with yo hoe slow (hoe slow)
Playas know about this late night creep
They claimin you with your girls
But with me you be sleepin
Verse 2: [MACK DADDY: Chris Kelly]
Now dividends and millions, is what i stressed on the last jam
But now im back with the dopeness on the other hand (yeah uh huh)
Young rich and dangerous is what im stressin on (sya what)
A little something for you niggas to get your tweak on (uh)
C connection demandin respect
And if you get out of line, then we goin put yo ass in check (so check)
Comin from me to you (to you)
D A double D tell these niggas what you bout to do
Verse 3: [DADDY MACK: Chris Smith]
Cut her up, slice her down, take her back to the crib
It s the daddy of em all and you know how i live
Every day of the week, I keep em comin 24 -7
Mackin aint easy, but somebody s gotta do it
True it s - usually represented by the
Combination put together better known as the
C to the C O double N E C T I O N
And then you have the C connection
Chorus: [MACK DADDY and DADDY MACK]
Now who could it be, pullin up to the do in the B N T
It s the mack with the stack of that cash money
Mack Daddy: (and im here to take your girl)
Now who could it be pullin up to the do in the range rover
Daddy mack lookin like a four leaf clover
Daddy Mack: (and im feelin lucky tonight)
Now who could it be pullin up in that brand new Mercedes
It s that dope rhyme sayer named Chris Terry
Chris Terry: (and I got money on my mind)
Verse 4: [MACK DADDY: Chris Kelly]
Now one more time, everybody please get in motion
And get up out your seats to start some comotion
I m hopin, any nigga that is sent to me
I m in the state of mind to rhyme against whoever
And any MC who disagree on my quotes
I advise you to reevaluate your notes
Cause I feel that I m one step ahead of the rest
Sportin emeralds diamonds ruby reds to begettes
Verse 5: [Chris Terry]
Now see money power and fame, three thangs thats a neccessity
Niggas be tryin to steal my style like it was a recipe
But mackin aint easy, believe me
Even I be gettin tired of all the different women who tryin to please me
So we hops in the jeep, proceed to catch a freak
Put that mackin down now we headed back to the suite
So um... we can get served, all night long
Cause at 6 in the mornin, we got to take them 3 home
Verse 6: [DADDY MACK: Chris Smith]
Now I went from pushin a skylar, to a county on chrome
Makin ways megabucks before I was grown
Givin bone to the ones who deserved it (deserved it)
Get respected in the hood cause I earned it (earned it)
And my crew comes in all shapes and sizes
Mostly under 20 dangerous young rich survivors
And I admire, how you (?)
16 sex (?) between my grown women
Chorus (repeat X1)
Tekst :
[talib kweli]Yo, we been through this before right? (word, word...) so we
Figurin , if we gonna do it, we gotta freak it, y know what i m sayin?
(true, true, true...) cuz everything gotta go up from here, right?
So hi-tek, turn it up a notch...
[jane doe]
Hail mary, matta fact hail jane
Niggaz take my name in vain/vein like i was cocaine
My affirmations kill emcees like assasination
Bringin you pain until you wish you had a vaccination
Or vaccine, i shine like vaseline
Gas plays like petroleum, walk over them like linoleum
My vocab expand like a rubber band
Walkin nekkid through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggaz just don t understand my reasons, i transcend like season
And scar these rappers like legion
It s treason, my suspension attract attention
I m ventin , givin these chickenheads detention
Did i mention my name, yo, go by the jane doe
Drenched in polo, chill downtown in soho
You don t know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than sequential
It s essential, you listen, i drive, you a pedestrian
They bless me on the track cuz i attack wit the estrogen
Rhyme against the best a men, jane burn it up
When you hear it in the whip, tell your man to turn it up!
[wordsworth]
Yo...get it...yo
Yo, we fortified live, supportin allies
The wack is tryin to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes
But here is some n the cryin talk about
The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
That led to god and satan s fallin out
Encourage the liquor for those who ain t here that you pourin out
On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
Revive or ruin, my theories of mics
Sony or aiwa, black or white, i fit in all stereotypes
Search for a cast to plot, i make you a laughin stock
So shook, i could walk a half a block and feel the aftershocks
Rain of acid drops, seek some help
Now don t rewind, get it the first time,
Shouldn t have to repeat myself
Eternally verbally, i have numbers, succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts you ll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
Emcees i m testin like diseases injected in gerbils
Wordsworth, kweli, hi-tek, reflection eternal..what...
[talib kweli]
My style high life like fonz when i burn heads like a conk
Cuz niggaz front, when their chances get slim like pharoahe monch
Thinkin they shits is heavy when they light like ilumination
Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation
I m comin cleaner than vaccinations
My fascination with character assassination,
Got these niggaz burnin like sensation
We keep it hot like matches and on lock like latches
Wack emcees get they microphones snatched like lee patches
So you go! to every wack muthafucka that you know (scram...)
My lyrics they get up in your genes/jeans like parasucos
So there s no mystery about the father, niggaz is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are, takin pictures with stars
And got em open, but after they little hopes and dreams get broken
Me and hi-tek, we live long and prosper like vulcans
Think i m jokin ? we both got sons, we make cream and break dreams
See through the fake schemes, wipin your slate clean
Like a squeegee, we be lightin shit up like phosphorus
Turnin flamboyant niggaz anonymous, depressin to optimus
You stoppin us is preposterous, like an androgenous masohganist
You pickin the wrong time, steppin to me when i m in my prime like optimus
Transformin , from rookie of the year to veteran
Hip-hop is big business like con edison or medicine
But fuck it, they gonna let us in, or else we rush the door
I got to many reasons, save your whys and what fors
Chorus:
[kweli] this is twice inna lifetime so i m lettin you know (let em know,
Yo!)
Blackstar, wordsorth, punchline and jane doe (yo!)
[mos] lyrical com-pete and we emcee
We got the fortified five, exhibit level degree
[punchline]
Check it...
I keep dough in my pocket while you follow the false prophet
Get deep like islamics wrapped in a white garment
I touch topics that try to open up your optics
Vacate in the tropics, you dodgin bullets in the projects
Cut the nonsense, i m hotter than alot a men
Start honorin , got more wifeys than solomon
Fuck the squad you in, a-yo we be the biddomb
Regardless what i spit on, you worse with the tracks i shit on
Once you get on, it s fair you can t trust (yes!)
Words & punch, make rappers march like the third month
I build with friends, lyrically spit gems
Call me diamond, cuz i m your girl s best friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I ll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
And then i ll talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya
Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
My gat claps, 50% of the wack
Take it back to real rap, krylons wit the fat cap
Get robbed for your ascap, leave you inside
Fortified live, reppin ny til i die!
[mos def]
Black body radiation situation that we workin wit
My verb exists enlisted by the bogeys campin services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, black star with emergerence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I m rockin this from here to where the purges live
To brooklyn where the merchants live
Next door to the murderers
And bourbon is a elder man s medicinal alternative
My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat jeeps
Legendary athletes who play by the trash heap
My crew wasn t that deep, but beef we didn t act sweet
Treadin on these stompin grounds you better catch some black feet
Flashy, it was between dekalb and pulasky
Off the meter like an out of borough taxi
They run your pockets fastly, black and nasty, nappy and crafty
And swat are either sittin in clinton or kaksaki
Man rudolph can screw off! you too soft to stop us
You and your coppers should see some foot doctors
Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up
Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon be locked up
Hide yaself like donna summer, another number one
And comin from the underground, this is how it s comin down
Baby let me run it down,
Mos def, talib kweli, jane doe, punch, wor..
Excuse me! just ate another emcee!
Sometimes that s just how it be
Partner wash you down with green tea and some lime
We like the five on the fist, fortified organized like dis!
Tekst :
It seems all promisesAre made to be broken
Anyone in love would know what I mean
And nothing seems to change
The words that are spoken
Nothing I could say
Could ever bring her back to me
Happens all the time
It s only love and emotion
Why it means so much
I can t understand
Everwhere I look
I m seeing lovers in motion
Do they realise they have to make another plan
People try to tell me
That time heals time heals
But I thing it takes a long long time
They kept on trying to tell me
That time heals time heals
But I m not too sure about this heart of mine
And all the time
I m thinking what happened to us
We used to talk and try and work things out
We were in love
And everybody that knew us
Said we went together they never had a doubt
Maybe there are words
That can explain what I m feeling
Everybody tells me
It gets better in time
I keep on looking
For the rhyme or the reason
But I don t get the answer to this question of mine
People try to tell me ...
People try to tell me ...