Muse Sick-n-hour Mess Age

Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man - isbell - thomas

[flavor flav vocals in these brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in these brackets}

Intro: chuck d, flavor flav

Aight {aight}, aight, aight {aight}, aight {aight}
I'm aight if you aight {i'm aight}
I be better - get some of that bass
{word, give it up} aight, yeah

[rinkin twinkin body shakin
Nuffattackin brain's a rackin
Clock tockin chuck shockin
Flavor flav ain't never shavin]

(one, two, three four)

Verse one: chuck d

It's another record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level
It's who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts [fuck the fourty ounce]
I sued them bastards, yeah they got bounce
I did em like a demo {threw em out the window}
I took a 98 cause i never liked a limo
But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up
A mad rhyme, for mad times, that's what's up
Some ain't gonna change, i got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so i'm buildin back your brain
Wreckin records with funky stuff
Am i loud enough? {yeah} you got ta give it up

Chorus [4x]: flavor flav

Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up

Repeat #2 -- (occasional) chuck d vocal

Yeah
You gots ta give it up now

Verse two: chuck d

Come again with the same old bounce
I'm calling a foul and once again it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and that's wack
[and once again it's on!]
Hey jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "i don't care", it's on
I'm comin with a rhyme [what?] i'm lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times
Call me a hannibal lecture, yes i checked her
They don't hear me though, so here i go
I'm sick and tired so sly'll take ya higher
When i'm takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm i'm givin but never cotton pickin
Like james brown i'm sayin it loud
Am i loud enough? huh, you got ta give it up

[some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never ever change
Some ain't gonna change, some ain't gonna change
Some ain't gonna never ever change!]

Chorus [1/2x]

Interlude: chuck d, flavor flav

And when i'm coming, some young dumb and fulla cum
Some second guessing my lessons about saving young
Some don't know like run said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop there it is
{aaaaaaah} there it is
[there it is, damn right
My man x is a bad mother {shut your mouth)
I'm talking about terminator, he's the man]
There it is, can you hit me off with another one

Chorus

I never did represent doing dumb shit
Some gangsta lying - i'd rather diss presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and i'll swing em
I vocalize, i just rap, i don't sing em
Flick em, and i fling em, you can go with em
Hall of fame for the game for the points i dave bing em
Go grandmama, close but no cigar
I got mine, for i'm using my rhyme
The flow go wherever i want, and that's clever
Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones that take em
Rugged for no reason, down in duck season
I don't want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check yaself before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up

Chorus [4x] (fades out)

Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man

Microphone check
Microphone check

Can i get a check up from the neck up
Can i kick a rhyme
While i'm checkin my time
Can i get a cure
Cause you did da crime
For sure
You're

Probably killin me
Wit these shots

Tell me what i got
An i'm gone

Pandemic
Who did it
Right who did it
Thats who did it

Who/world health organized
Murderized

Came to the aid got paid

Doctor doctor in a lab
Concocted a germ warfare to the botty
I rocked it

105 million goin down
In da ground

Most in da black an da brown
Ow!

How did i catch this riddle
If i didn't crossover
Like a hardaway dribble

They blamed it on some
Green african money

Now ain't that funky

While da clock
Iz doin da tickin & tock

I didn't know

Dat da guns aimed & cocked

Were runnin outta
Time............time
Rage against

Testin 1 - 2
Testin 1 - 2

Can i get a blood check testin 1 - 2

Can i get a witness/?yes you can
Can i get a witness?/yes you can

Then check it

I'm checkin records and facts
About da battle
To da indian, japanese
Whites and blacks

Germs they spread it
Warfare i read it
Quote me on this yes and i said it
Bet it

Bigger damage than the trigger & glocks
Mass murder in mass from a
Blanket full a small pox

No guarantees gettin lesser fees
In tuskegee blacks got shot
Wit disease

Please check da time
C'mon check da rhyme

Tribe a mine killed by da swine

Who crossed da line?
Who did da crime

The mind of a world destroyin kind

Were runnin outta
Time............time
Rage against time

Oh..........................oh
Ey..........................ey


Rage against time speech on slow down

A lil piece of mind
While we runnin outta time
People of color
Goin out like no other kind
Madd drama genetic gettin wreck
Protect da neck check the epidemic
Drug use addiction & murder
I heard a pregnancy
Infant mortality
Rest in poverty
Not piece
Disease till deceased
Sterilized
Realized
That beast
So heres a word to the wise
We're runnin outta
Time............time

Drayton - dehaney - doo - shocklee - the alias k.b.

Let me hear you say...

I ain't mad at all
Bought a fat jam to make you flip the script
Don't want to sleep and misbehave
Understand what i'm saying

I'm all about makin some fat louies
So i can buy my kids
Motorcycles, candybars, peter paul
Flavor flave, he ain't mad at all
Boyee

Poppa's got a brand new flav so once
Again here we go (x 4)
I ain't mad at all (x 3)

What you know
What you know bout that boy?

Noodles, neon noodles
On a fifth chillin with a toy
He's chillin
Thought he had a pit bull
Eating brussel sprouts but he had a big bite
He tried to bite me
He tried to get me
I turned around and i
Hit him with my bike

They picked me up
Put me in a wagon
The bottom fell out and my ass start draggin

Who put the cuffs on flava
Why you gonna go and do that
He's the flavor mack (x 2)

I ain't mad at all (x 2)

Yo check out my honey hoe's
Sing that shit gee

There's a flavor flav
So what your girlie
Before she wanna sneak out early
Cause on the di
Flavor snatched her up

First there was superfly
But flavor's got more style
And you can't tell because your crackin up

Let me hear you say...

Kick it

Kick it

I ain't mad at all (x 6)

I got the feeling i got to tell ya
You be a star
And the man try to jail ya
I don't pollute
So why should i give a hoot
You ask
Why you livin foul

Na na na na na na

Why they wanna keep me down?

Cause you got flavor workin day and nite

Why you wanna play me
Like fried ice cream
Give me nightmares
Can't never have a nice dream

I feel like bustin loose
Bustin loose
Give me a break y'all

You can try to cop my style
But flavor flav got too much on file
Boyee

I don't wanna go but i can't stay here no more

I ain't mad at all

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You flatlinin, you flatlinin you know what i'm sayin
Who put the cuffs...

Pudim

Are you ready?
Uptown, on the corner, uptown
Uptown on the corner, uptown
I turn around and hear the sound of voices talkin bout who's goin to die next
Cause the white man's got a god complex
Tellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help me)
Nigga go make your own help
Shit you need it
I turn around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in bars
Pimps parked outside in big pretty flavor flav cars
Cleaner than a broke dick dog
Sittin in a big fine frog
Dressed very fine and fly in their calvin kani
No matter how you flex
Yo jim
They'll die next
Cause the white man's got a god complex
Uptown on the corner, uptown (x 4)
Hey brother what you sport my man
I got just the thing for you
Only cause you're 10 and 2
What ya gonna do baby
I got black ones
Brown ones
Red ones
Yellow ones
I even got a white one
If you want to buy some
Yeah
That's right
2 5 8 play it straight
Got it all worked out
I know what i'm talkin bout
Yo i been readin my dream books
So i ain't no way the kid is gonna get took
Nigga what you mean
I didn't hit
Nigga
You full of shit
Nigga
Lick the ice (uh)
Now 7
Come on be nice and hit 11
Well what do you know
It's lil joe
Ey my man
Got twenty dollars eh lil joe don't blow
Ah baby needs a new pair of shoes
Ah pappas got the funky blues
Ah mamma plays the crosswords in the news
Sorry nigga you lose
The line forms to the rear lady muther fuck your welfare check
Cause the white man's got a god complex
Uptown on the corner (x 4)
Mr. stein elevating a friend
But is proud to be mine
But you just want to cheat me cause i ain't your kind
Damn
I'm so poor
I don't know what the hell i'ma do anymore
Not from this day to the next
Cause the white man's got a god complex
(vamp out)

Ridenhour - walford

Huffed and he puffed
Huffed and he puffed
Blew tha house down
Now how dat sound
Never no never
Give up gotta gotta live up
To my name
Triple double in da rap game

Cause i ain't goin niggatronic
Smart e nuff to know i ain't bionic
Wit my main man harry
Not connick
Rather rap my black as of
Getcha hooked on phonics

Good e nuff to know no endo
Thru it out tha window
Along wit tha super nintendo

I'm a strict daddy
Got dat right
God damn right
But have a good time/dyn-o-mite
Its just that i don't talk
That same ol crap (shit)
Cause papa got a brand new
Bag fulla rap (hitz)

The world don't work no more no more
The world wont work no more
Ain't gonna woek no more no more

Verse ii

My main knick knack paddy wack
C'mon & give a damn
Confrontational man
Iz what i am
Iz what i am
I'm tearin down da house that jack built
Cause he killt whoever he wanted & hunted
And tax the backs of the environment macks
Who plan in da silence of the skams
A world dat wont work
No more/no more

Mother earth gets treated like a whore
And he doeth great wonders
So that he maketh fire come
Down from heaven on the earth
In sight of men

Toms to the left of me
Bombin to the right
World good night
He got destruction
In his appetite

On a platter a planet
To him it doesn't matter
3-2 at the plate
Up go the greedy batter

Environmental alarm
To all not some
Good god
Cause we don't get two of em

I was told that oil & water don't mix
But the new world order
Got a disorder
& so i diss
Cuss my disgust
If i must
One earth is da birth outta all of us
And so i diss
After the math
Disaster wit a european autograph

I.

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Da trigga is cocked
Nowhere to flock

Ii.

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Pass da word
F what you heard

Iii.

Gonna be bedlam
If he spread em
Glock is cocked
Now drop da props
Gonna be bedlam
If we spread em
The day the whole world couldn't do it

Repent
Oh no!
Check the preacher what he spent
One way ticket to god to fix scars
Woman & man runnin the land sea & air poor
Do we all go the way of the dinosaur? or
To hell & back attack
The new clear fog got us sniffin like
Atomic dogs
Pocket fulla pimp daddy moves
Put a code on a can
Whatta hell of a man, shootin
Trigga pollution, planet prostitution
Uprootin da third
We go to the way of the bird
Can't do whatcha want to da place
Don't waste my place
Where you from?
We only got one

Ridenhour - shocklee - harvey

I see i'm peeking out ready to rumble
So now i'm speaking out
Against those
That flip the way the story goes
One never knows
Who be flippin the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm chris webber

So many phony smilin faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin outta funny places
I had it an hear em
Talkin loud behind my back
What was good for the hood
Is what they say is wack
I take the stabbin & grin
When i'm hit
Cause i know the suckas smile
When i leave em
What i'm comin wit

I cant complain about the money
Although the suckas in the back
They talkin shit
An laughin like its somethin funny
I aim to make changes
An never change
Unless its for the better
Cause i always been a go better

Clean hustler
Rhyme instead of muscle ya
Born when ya thinkin i'm gone
The terror era is on...

I stand accused
To the crews
I paid my dues

I stand accused
I refuse
To stand and lose

I stand accused
To the news
I kick da blues
I stand accussed
I refuse

I hear em talkin & walkin
Behind my back i'm attacked
Fuck the knife in the back
Cause it feels like they got an axe

Yeah i can dig it wit a shovel
I never dig dirt wit the devil
Instead i'm on that other level

But i took time to reach down
To help the black & brown

I never stood around
I hear em talkin behind
My mind
In a ocean of sharks
And a back full a hackmarks

They say i'm fallin off
Yeah, they better call it off
& get muscle
& find another hustle quick
Sick n tired of critics
But i can take a hit
I'm all man
Alley oopin the vocal on jams
But they dont know it
They can blow it

& take a puff of dis joint
I see i'm kissin it off the cuff
Behind the back
I'm pullin axes and blades out the arms & the legs
Still my fellas get paid
The terror era is on

Fuck a critic/fuck fuck a critic
All the fuckin critics
Can get the did dit

All a fuckin critic does is
Draw a fuckin line

Cross a line and dis my rhyme
& then they ass is mine

If you find a critic dead
Remember what i said
Who killed a critic
Guess the crew did it

Say paybacks a crazy ass message
Sent to the writers who criticize
They're fuckin wit afreedom fighter

Who raises flags
& dragged the klan in bodybags
I hung em up in missisippi & bum fuck
This is chuck so what the hell
You think i did it for
To open doors from carolina to arkansas
And lemme let em i met em
I told my boys forget em
An what they did got rid of me
Negative
But 94 got stunts & blunts in da mix
I hear the crowd fallin vic
To old ghetto tricks
But if i wasn't your cousin
Wed leave em in the dozens
Of sellin out & bellin out
Half pint 40 ounce
Announce to the rest
We had a fall out

I never took a drink
Never took a hit or bribe
Or got spread by what a silly
Rumor said
Never sang or gang banged
Sold out or rented hip hop
Cause i know when to stop

Ridenhour

Little piece of my heart like janis
No joplin
But pure hip hoppin
As they try to ban us
Crazy flight time no jacket
Or ticket
Wilson picket had soul
Fat trax so the rappers
Can kick it
Alan freed the waves
As much as
Lincoln freed da slaves
Its here i bleed and some
Bled until dead
I got the rhythm from this
Headbanger
Who used to fly high
Now he's just hangin in da hanger
Hangin around homeless
In a city of no hope i can't cope
Just to think
See they used to call it dope

Ridenhour - harvey - whitfield - turner

We got so much soul
You can damn near see it
Spinnin on a 45
I've come to the conclusion
Clear the confusion
My point is to rock
Dis funky joint
Dont you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of alabama
Or was it tennesee or arkansas
New york & cali got the same
Amount of race rallys
I know they wanna hang me
Straight around the neck
So i'm knockin off the hand checks
So you can
When i say what it is
It ain't nutting but a song

Krackas, killas, kidnappas
Kkk tryes to blame it on the rappers
They dont count the ones
That bounce to the 40 ounce
Or the runts dat get stunted
By the bluntz
This time i'm gonna take it down the line
To the ones that are ready
They be holdin it steady
When a song so wrong
So many be singin it
Strangled tangled
Caught in a spangled
Banner got em on dat camera
Stars i'm seein from
A beatdown in a slamma
O say can you see
But you cant
Uncle sammy wears the pants
Toms his bitch
When he's swingin a switch
Rather stick da poor up
And give it to da rich
I always thought dat power
Was to the people, we the people
O say can i see we ain't people

When i pledge allegiance
I shoulda got a sticka
1st grade/2nd grade
I shoulda just kicked a
Verse in the middle of class
Instead of singin bout bombs
Like a dumb ass
Land of the free
Home of the brave
And hell with us nigas we slaves
That shoulda been the last line
Of a song that's wrong form to get
So when everybody stand
I sit

The red is for blood shed
The blue is for the sad ass songs
We be singin in church while white man's heaven is black man's hell
The stars what we way when we
Got our ass beat
Stripes whip marks in our backs
White is for the obvious

Ridenhour - rochester - walford

Ya took me from a place
Where the race didn't matter
And gathered up bodies
Without a choice
So i rather
Pass my opinion/back
Run ya over
With my rack an pinion
Never stop the engine
For watcha fathers did do the indian
North & south
Plus the carribbean

I got a vendetta
Cause i know better
Better black than a stereotype white
No cash flow wit out work
Talkin bout the past
You busted our past
You busted our ass
Now you afraid cause i never got paid
Now sucka jump
You cant take whatcha want

Chorus
You can't take whatcha want
Cause ya took whatcha want
Cant get away cause we got it on tape
You cant take whatcha want
Cause ya took whatcha want
Thin line between law & rape (scream)

You can't take whatcha want
Dont cha know
We aint got nuttin left
Cause you took the rest
We aint got jazz rock & roll
Rappin the lose
Wit a few fat ladies left singin da blues
Go abracadabra to make
A wish i can mess wit
Wonder why i'm under
Neath a crew i cant get wit
I never knew land was an acquisition
Bs from the best man in position
Come again wit dat shit
And set hit like a punk
No, you cant take whatcha want

Chorus 2x

Break

You cant take whatcha want
I open up the trunk
I see your phony ass
Try to counterfeit funk
From land to land

To sea to sea
Allover got the other man
Messin wit me
Took the motherland
Made a slave of my mother and man
Got a good man
Sayin goddamn

...................long pause

And to hell with
Back in the days
Unless we go way back
To the black ways
Always
Watch your back
If ya crooked dont front
You cant take whatcha want

Chorus 2x

We died on the line
We walk the fine line he talked a good line

Ridenhour - young

Live and undrugged part i
Its been a long time
Since the rhyme rode
A rough road
I'm riding rhymes & givin
A dose of brotherland
Never said i wasn't good at it
Cause i'm a static addict
No fear you gotta
Know i had it
If you know better
Spose to do better
So i know like al green
We gotta stay together
Knock, knock...who's there
Where? overhere
Da boom kids knockin
Bang and they outta here
The dopemans livin at home
Aloneman
They dont understand
But they can
They can can
If i dont say it
I'm a sucka parlayin it
Don't really matter
When the flow fatter

But i dont dont
Believe
& duck bob an weave
Will deceive a street corner
And the 40 thieves

They bring em in
You do em in
He bring em in
You do us in

Smell em knockin da/boom
Hear em hittin nat/boom

I'm comin atcha
Live and uncut
An undrugged
These days they be thinkin i'm bugged
Livin i be kicken it

Hard instead of lickin it
Down domination on the overground

Tell me what we be
Seekin is self preservation
A nation of millions
Gotta go wit a feelin
Uncle sam be gatt uncle tom
And when it comes to drugs
Uncle tom gotta bomb
Can i get a pop
Till the muthafukas stop
Sellin nat shit
That make the hoody drop
No more easy gettin over
For da cracka in the back

Yo its over
Number 1 wit a bullet
He pull it what i do now
Cant out run it or duck
Or get a new chuck
Up against the wall
Wont confess yall
I mo move & i'm gone
An so i guess yall
Lemme tell you so lend me a listen
I'm missin a life
If i aint givin up an ass kissin
No television or movie style
No buckwild thinkin
Cause i dont know what he drinkin
But he better act quick
Cause i'm gettin quicker
3 mo seconds to go
I hope he hold da trigga
If he do dat
The gatt iz outta his hands

& then he gotta deal wit a man
Punks jump up to get beat
I'm on the funky beat
Beat beat yall
Until its 6 feet
Under dirt & the mud
Here we go again
Another enemy if you
Never was a friend
Never clever
As i was in this endeavor
Never again trust a smile or grin
From comin outta da womb
To endin up in a tomb
Another sport
Caught knockin nat boom

Here go the verse that hurts
Head brother in charge
So i better get bodyguard
What can i do
Break a leg on the avenue
Where the bootleggers
They be stackin the odds
Try to be hard but they playin my cards
Fuckin wit chicken
But i'm duckin in the lard
Been goin straight since 78
I wanna live i dont wanna be late
I head em comin at me
Runnin fast & ruff
Aint this a bitch & test for the tuff
Bang/doubt it
Without a life
I cant live without it
Bang


Live and undrugged part ii
Rhymer in a zone
Say u wanna revolution
40 acres to 40 ounces
Plus they announcin
The mule is the one thats fooled
But i pass to be that jackass
Knockin that boom
To the tomb
Out the womb
I bet against the spread
I flipped death threats
And the 3 to the head
Never get enough
The raw, the rugged, the ruff
Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff
I got a mind thats maddes than minolta
Hard in a rock place my corner
And the winner is
Whoop there it is
33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz
Rather get frunk off
Hearin rhymin wit biz
Rhymamatician, rumpshaker
Mindquaker
Not a cracker or a quacker
But a waker
Put my thing down
Step my shit up
Put up or shut up
Peace to the original what up
Back to the motherland
Where its warmer, transformer
Kill the informer
I hear em talkin creepin
But i'm not sleepin
My mellow i go back
Way back going, going
Before crack
And the 8 track
Still goin, gone, goodbye
To the lazy
I ain't pushing up or drivin
No daisies
I gotta remember philly in september
Aint nuttin finer than peace
In carolina & to the gods
Wanna be, gotta be
Starter of mo flow
Here we go the front row
As i cut the silly rhymin
Riddlin still the flow
Gettin ridda dem
Racist swazis
Cause i'm brinin kamikazes
They gotta give us where we live
We don't own
What you think is home
Its time to go up in smoke
911 is no joke
Once again friends
This enemy states fiddy states
Still say chill wait until
The right time baby
Damn the blood line
Gettin raid with aids
But somebodys gettin paid
Lets get it on and a on
But brothers gettin killed
Cause blunts & 40's is like
Cookies to da milk
I'm not crazy
I'm the revelation
Last days in time
The overtime rhymer
Rhymer in a zone
Right vs wrong
Good versus evil
God versus the devil
Public enemy
Muse sick in hour mess age