Archive | April, 2012

Boogiemonsters – Recognized Thresholds Of Negative Stress

9 Apr

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Double Disc


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Recognized Thresholds Of Negative Stress Lyrics

Verse One: Mondo, Vex

I can see your only eyes, locked into your skull
My backbone the zone and when I roam my mind is full
Guess who? I’m swoopin through the air like pestilence
I know your nerves are shot and skin is tight from my presence
Got the aura of a gazelle and roll like an ox
I linger in the air and make my vocals bust shots
To your dome
, I’m thicker than a junkie’s nostrils or veins
The membrane, of a party, nucleus of the brain
The cytoplasma, is gettin phatter as it grows
And expansions of the soul so throw the trash below dig within
Your mental will extend upon arrival of the truth the spiritual

Ya hear it nigga you’ll get loose
So light the wick and let’s get busy
Like a stick into your teeth
I override the threshold, and take it back to the sea
Who can it be? Dance up in the party
Come and grab the microphone, come and move my body

Well I came through the door, I said it before
I never let the stress get me down anymore
So as we walk through the thresholds of snake in the grass
I thought of super vicious shapes, lyrics begin to mass

Feel the blast as the format of the rap smacks the skit
No profanity but the tongue is rough spit
Verbal vomit, strings the atomic
Some electrospectroscopic storm, rising from the quorum
It’s like water all up in your grill as we be strokin to the doom
Eliminating gloom as we walk in
With the WalkMan’s on, turned up to ten
Apocalypse is comin, Boogiemonsters’, transcend

With the
Dan-ne-na, dan-ne-na
Dan-ne-nanny-yah on your block
Rock the ill one for energy, blesses as the mess
Penetrates the thresholds of negative stress

Chorus: Repeat 2X

[Dan-ne-na, dan-ne-na] The recognized thresholds of negative stress
[Dan-nah-nah-neyaa] The recognized thresholds of negative stress

Verse Two: Yodared, Myntric

I like the bare back when I rip my rap on the track
MC’s be beggin for mercy, but we don’t be cuttin no slack, see
Yoda’s on attack and Myntrick got my back
Peep the ver-nacular, cause I don’t know how to act

Spectacular, back you up like Dracula
Feedin off the energies, flip em like french toast I be the spatula
My man my blackness, we’re, comin through the fatness
The drifter, floatin to the mist of the wackness

Attack us like a virus, look into my iris
Save that Achey Breaky Heart stuff for Billy Ray Cyrus
Just one of four Jugganauts, breakin down the walls
I fall into my zone and I realize all

So bring the noise b-boys, cause we’re back
Peep the naked flow, bust the dreaded afro check the track
And plus the microphone, when I take you back

Represent the Boogie Down, monster when the sound hold me black

Chorus:

Verse Three: Vex, Mondo

Well it’s the taker of the took-en, the shaker of the shook-en
My head will bop and rock like the niggas bop in Brooklyn
On the block, so you don’t stop
And ya don’t stop when I rock and the nine goes pop

Remember me, I be the kid with the Catholic uniform
But nowadays, ahh, the girlies just swarm
I don’t know why, I’m walkin through the negative stress
Ghinga levi, is use-ful and still may get the thresh

Well I’m that little peasy-headed kid from back in the day
The one that could run fast, cut and go the other way
And run a three-eight forty, leave ya in the chills
Leave ya at the twenty standin still holdin ya dillz

I used to get frustrated with my Nike’s
It never matched my wears, I used to be in tears
I used to be chillin, I used to roll dice
Nowadays I’m thrillin, my wears are twice as nice

And nice on the rhyme flip, watch how my rhyme tip
Just gets more complex, as we come, let me say my name is Vex

Fe fi fo fum, ho hum, yes I said it, before
But bring it in, Mondo, my man cause he got more

One day I be the rich and famous sittin in my Nova
Scoopin chicks, gettin chicks, to flip like bend over
Got my powerful, ice-ring, and everybody’s witness
And the swing techniques, so flow you fly freak

So in ninety-four, yo, it’s all about the music
Here it comes, spiritually, now you can, use it
So ah, eliminate the worst and the best
And eliminate the threshold, of negative stress.

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Passin’ Me By- The Pharcyde

8 Apr

Who is Passing You By???
Passin Me By Upside Down PicOr Who Are You Passing By???

I Love The Pharcyde
 
Pharcyde Group Pic
 Passin’ Me By is a True Hip Hop Classic…





Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde is a Classic Hip Hop Album…so original, creative and fresh.
Pharcyde Bizzare Ride To The Pharcyde
 Its still all love after all these years…
 

 The Pharcyde – Passin’ Me by Lyrics

“Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher cause I knew I’d get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stand, come to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug
His name was Lee, he drove a Z
He’d pick her up from school promptly at three o’clock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I’d write her name then carve a plus
With my name last, on the looking glass
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passin’ me by…

When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she’s my type of hype and I can’t stand when brothers tell me
 That I should quit chasin’ and look for somethin’ better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven’t gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
I’m shootin’ for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
 She could be my broad, and I could be her nigg*
But, all I can do is stare
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she’s more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she’s crazy steppin’, I’ll try to stop her stride
Cause I won’t have no more of this passin’ me by…

Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin she didn’t have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man

 He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdie’s gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By lettin’ her pass I had proved to be a better man

She keeps on passin’ me by…

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
When-ever she happens to walk by – why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?

 Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn’t such a wimp
Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lyin’ I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely, the one who loves you dearly, PS Love Me Tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender, damn
She keeps on passin’ me by…”

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For more information on The Pharcyde,

please visit their official website…

http://thepharcyde.com/

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Peace & Namaste…