Альбом Zebrahead

What the fuck, what the fuck is going on?
Let me set it straight on the topics that I'm flowing on.
Like Chuck D, Public Enemy to the nation.
Or, call me Busta Rhymes, cuz that's my occupation.
Hip hip hop make your body rock,
slam raw rps and rhythms that make you pop lock.
Hip hip hop on the non-stop
take it up a notch and watch the beat drop.
(YEAH),
(HELL YEAH),
(YEAH),
(HELL YEAH).
(CHORUS)I am, I am.
I'm only here cuz I want to be.
I am, I am.
You don't give a damn Cause' you're a wannabe (x2).

Now my rhymez are so phat they make Biggie look small
and if you ain't down with that, then we bound to brawl.
Cuz I got heart like De La Hoya,
and if you still don't know then I'll show ya.
Cuz I'm a straight refugee like a L-Boogie,
never go limp but I do it for the nookie.
Got rhymes like Jennifer Lopez gotz ass.
Slap the backboard like Shaq, cuz I dunk off a pass.
(CHORUS)
One two one two here we go.
I'm a straight pimp like a Lewinsky is a ho.
I can go psycho like Buscemi in Fargo.
And, like Chris Tucker, hydroponics keep me high yo.
Hip hip hop make your body rock,
slam raw raps and rhythms that make you pop lock.
Hip hip hop on a non-stop
take it up a notch and watch the beat drop. (x2)

There's this girl I don't know.
Comes by every year or so.
And if I get the mail before my mom does
than I'll stay out of trouble.
She'll change every year,
even pretty without beer.
She doesn't care about my hair,
my car,
my tiny pee pee in the mirror.
(CHORUS) Whoo, Yehhh,
She's finally here.
Whoo, Yehhh,
she comes one time a year.
Whoo, yehhh, she's finally here.
Whoo, Yehhh, my plamate of the year.
She moves me. She makes me grow.
I'm so happy, and boy does it show.
Now she's going to my head, (going to my head).
I'm gonna make this milky clear,
you're my, playmate of the year.
Hello, how are you?
It's great to see you too.
Let's grab a sock, it's time to rock.
And afterwards you never wanna talk.
We always agree,
who's in charge here is me.
We never fight you know I'm right,
it's always straight between you and me.
Let me go down on this girl for a day.
We can spin the bottle, everyone can hear her say.
That I was the best that she's ever had.
She can be my playmate, she can call me dad.

You got to go loco, this ain't no joke yo.
Too much hype on the television and radio.
What you wanna buy, and what you wanna be,
is right there on the TV screen.
And you be down with what they sellin'.
MTV got everybody yellin'.
(CHORUS) Get off, get off on it,
get off what you want when you want it.
Get off, get off on it.
Get off whatcha want whatcha want.
Runnin' runnin' runnin' through my head.
They tell you that it's good forever,
but I know it's now or never. (x2)
These times are tryin', kid I ain't lying.
Everyone's got something to sell and you're buying.
What you wanna look like, what you wanna be,
is right there on the TV screen.
You be down with what they sellin.
MTV got everyboy yellin.
(CHORUS)
Take away from me,
away from me yeah.(x4)
Get off, get off on it,
get off what you want when you want it. (x3)
Get off, get off on it.
Get off whatcha want whatcha want.
(CHORUS)
Take away from me,
away from me yeah.(x3),

Gotta get up.
Gotta open my eyes.
I'm swimmin through this haze.
It's been around me for days.
Don't wanna come down, but you were always around.
And everyone's so strange,
there's nothing that they can change.
(CHORUS) Take my hand.
Show me how this all fits it's your plan.
Understand.
That I don't need you.
I just need to . . .
Feel, how does it feel?
To crush the world in two one last time.
Cuz I'm, so wasted.
Feel, how does it feel?
To scream without a sound, one more time.
Cuz I'm, so wasted.
Get me away,
I'm thinkin' maybe someday.
I'll find out who I am,
but you don't give a damn.
I'm closin' my eyes.
It's all the same to me.
And what I don't want to know,
is what I'm not gonna see.
(CHORUS)

Watch the world stop,
I drop put my finger on it.
Thinking back to the day you said
I could get up on it.
Say that you have changed, I'm the same,
just a little loaded.
Comin' in out of phase
lost my place now I know I've blow on it.
Fall into a sea of your distress and I confess.
That I take less than your best
but you don't wanna give away today.
Blue sky grey, nothing that you say.
Take another trip,
take another fall,

Cuz I'm a user, a shmoozer, a big dollar loser.
That doesn't matter cuz my friends call me a bruiser and I
. . . get chicks, so many chicks want me (nope).
Cuz I'm not funny, honey.
A big oafy dummy.
That doesn't matter cuz my friends say I'm money and I,
get drunk, too many drinks want me (yeah).
Yo, get out the get out the way of the money man.
Ladies know I'm dope, so consider me contraband.
Fella's are just jealous, cuz they're ponies and I'm mustang.
Don't try to hang cuz I'm out with a big bang.
Get get down, all the ladies wanna be with me.
Get get down, all the fellas compete with me.
Get get down, and I know that I'm trippin,
but I really don't care cuz this is how I'm livin'.
(CHORUS) All the ladies wanna know me.
They ignore me-intimidated by me.
All the fellas, all the fellas wanna be me.
They ignore me-intimidated by me. (x2)
Who needs them anyway . . . cuz I'm money.
Cuz I'm a user shmoozer, a big dollar loser.
That doesn't matter cuz I drive a land cruiser.
And I, get chicks, too many chicks want me (psyche).
Cuz I'm not funny, honey,
a big oafy dummy.
That doesn't matter cuz you know I play with money,
and I, get drunk, too many drinks want me.
Got a time bomb, tick tick tickin' just like Anthrax.
Boyz wanna battle, so I bought me a battleaxe.
Climax, your girl screams my name when we have sex
(I should charge a sales tax, yeah).
Get get down, all the ladies wanna be with me.
Get get down, all the fellas compete with me.
Get get down, and I know that I'm trippin,
but I really don't care cuz this is how I'm stickin'.
(CHROUS) (x2)
Everybody look at me!
I'm pimp ass money.
I know you wish,
to get with this tonight.
Everybody look at me!
Flyer than Mr. T.
I know you wish,
to get with this tonight.
Well who needs them anyway? (x2), cuz I'm money.

I never wanted to go.
I never wanted a way.
A way to see it, believe it,
I know that you're not leavin' today. (x2).
Caught in a trap of routine.
Caught in a shitty old scene.
Tell you a secret, I mean it.
Take a trip you'll see what I mean.
Time is just not not not.
Only seconds in a day
cuz what ya got got got.
Can be taken all away
with just one shot shot shot.
Yeah, nothings here to stay.
Why don't you get up get up.
Cuz' this time it's going down.
(CHORUS) Watchin', waiting.
Dreams are fading.
Things will never be the same.
Ever changing. Rearranging.
Will you notice anyway?
I never wanted to go.
I never wanted a way.
A way to see it, believe it.
I know that you're not leaving today.
One day you'll look look look,
and see that things are not the same.
The time you took took took.
Has been taken all away.
The hands you shook shook shook.
Don't even know your name.
You'd better get up, get up,
cuz this time it's going down.
(CHORUS)

Just another day.
Seems like everybody's, got a problem.
And you don't know how but,
we all wanna solve 'em.
And you can give a dime, give a hand, give a shit.
Or you could look away and never deal with it.
For example, this girl's pretty fly for a while gal.
And all the guys want her though she's a juvenile.
It's really kinda sad, and just don't care,
cuz the only one she wants is her best friend Claire.
(CHORUS)
What's going on, what's going on?
Ready or not? (not)
The world moves on and on and on and on and on and on and on. . .
yo what's going on?
There's nothing much to me.
I'm simple like you, ordinary.
My tired eyes can see,
that time that may fly and what's left is meant to be.
And I'm lookin' out, and you're lookin' in.
It's takin' more than time to erase the stain.
And it's never been the same.
Any city.
A girl turns 17.
She goes to a party.
She and her girls are
drinkin' Bicardi ever since they walked through the door.
All the guys have been scopin' and flexin'
trying to score.
But she's a good girl, so she won't have none of that.
She takes another sip,
but she has no clue,
of the spike from the G to tha H to the B.
She wakes up in the morning bruised, raped on the street.
What's going on, what's going on? Ready or not? (not)
The world moves on and on and on and on and on and on and on
. . . yo what's going on?
(CHORUS)
Your town.
Every kid that you know goes to school.
He's really kinda shy and he's not that cool.
He knows what it's like to look in from the outside,
inside, wants someone to confide.
Everyone's busy, no one's got the time.
He takes his dad's gun
and says this is how I'll shine.
BOOM BOOM BOOM,
and the kids fall down on the ground . . .
dumbfound.
What's going on, what's going on?
Ready or not? (not)
The world moves on and on and on and on and on and on and on. . .
yo what's going on?

Another day.
Another clean break.
Another cigarette and I think I'm gonna be okay.
Some other way.
Some other mistake.
Some reason saying that you're never gonna stay.
You are the plug and I am the socket.
You are the rock and I've come to rock it.
You see the truth when I bring the bullshit.
You make me whole when I'm feel alone, yeah.
(CHORUS)
Hands to tha, hands to the sky, yeah.
Why you gotta go roll by me?
Hands to tha, hands to the sky, yeah.
Why you gotta go, why you gotta go now.
Cracked in two.
I'm in you.
I'm standing on this bridge and you're to blame.
Count to two, subtract you.
I'm jumpin from this bridge and you're to blame.
Let's get away.
Let's give in tonight.
Let's put the blanket on the sand and I think we'll be allright.
Inside a place.
I know you're all mine.
Inside a crowded room, your smile reminds me I'll be fine.
You are the drug and I'm feeling higher.
You sell your soul and I am the buyer.
You're a b-boy record, and I am the DeeJay.
Do what you want, when I want it my way.

I. I look but never touch.
She says I drink too much.
I only care about myself, sex, and the couch.
You.
You light up my whole day.
Whenever you're away.
I'd love to say I've got you figured out.
No way.
If I get my hands on you,
I would make you do all the things I want you to.
And bend your will to mine,
never hear you whine.
Everybody break out, it's enough to shout,
it's enough to shout, it's enough, yeah it's enough.
(CHORUS) She's callin', we're brawlin'.
This is the hell that is my life.
I'm laughing, she's crying.
This is the hell that is my, hell that is my life.
I. I feel the world revolves around me.
I take my one way street.
I only have one serious bone in my body.
You.
You say you're not amused.
You love to hate me too.
You claim you wish you never got my name tattooed.
Now you got your hands on me.
And you can make me be, what you want me to be.
And slash away my will, still you're my only thrill.
Everybody break out, it's enough to shout,
it's enough to shout, it's enough, yeah it's enough.
(CHORUS)
You.
You say you're not amused.
You love to hate me too.
And now you tell your friends we're through . . . .
and never screwed.
I can take you so much more.
And you've got so much more in store.
So when you say your mom don't like me,
I say that your momz a whore.
Then you call me selfish pig
and something small turns into something big.
The more you shovel the more I dig.
The more you shovel and the more I dig.
She calls, we talk,
I scream, she cries.
This is the hell that is my life.
She calls, we talk,
I laugh, she tries.

Mix, mix, stop now move around (x2).
Steppin up to the mic. Mic 1, mic 2.
Rollin' step out the bathroom stall
we got pharmacudials and alcohol.
Watch smoke and the light bouncin' off the wall.
With the disco hall, disco ball.
Cuz the devil may care, but I'm not the devil so there
(middle finger up in the air).
To the people that judge us by what we wear and stare,
like we care.
(CHORUS) We come to play! We come to play!
Spin the 4U, yo hey deejay.
We come to play! We come to play!
Kids of the U to the S to the A.
Mix, mix, stop now move around.
Mix, mix, stop now move around.
A sensation, aviation, deviation, e-generation. (x2).
Midnight time to head on out like a fetus.
Call up the crew and tell em where to meet us.
To another club, cuz that's where the weed is.
Papa smurf got us on the E-list.
So we jump in the ride.
Navigator chrome on the side
(yo man, you good to drive?).
He said 'I don't think it's far,'
so we all went along, so we all went along.
I don't think it's far.
Cuz God may care, but I never met God anywhere
(middle finger up in the air).
To the people that judge us by the color of our hair and stare,
like we care.

Enrique played in a band.
Down at the sand.
He hustled women and worked on his tan.
Drove an IROQ camero
quadrophonic 8 track stereo.
He was a sharp dressin' suave.
Cultured and smooth ladies man.
Maria stared in the show.
It's all that she knows.
She loved Enrique and bilar and snow.
She knew her lover had others,
but her heart was a desparate young soul.
She sold a night to a stranger
while searching for her pot of gold.
(CHORUS) We can dance to the rhythm,
we can dace to the mornin' light.
On a sultury summer night.
The time is right for love.
Livin' libido loco days. (x2)
Arturo led a small gang.
A downtown thang.
He loved Maria the young bird who sang.
He bought her heart for a night,
with some lines at the local disco.
She wore his love on her face,
in the back of Arturo's limo.
Enrique was quite aware,
of Maria's afair.
He vowed 'vengence Arturo I swear.'
He brought his blade to the fight,
but they both suffered their final blow.
Now Maria's in mourning,
as she's left to live life alone.
(CHORUS)
It's been twenty years past,
since Maria's been last.
To the disco where she lost her soul.
She wipes a tear from her eye,
and she still fights memories of ago.
As her new limo ride let's her in
and asks 'how much, let's go.'

I've got girls, they're in my room.
The only things my room is not here.
10 til 2, the clock won't move,
detention hall is better with beer.
I can do it all in my room.
I can be a rock star with a bad attitude (come on).
I am the king in my room.
I can ground my mom and dad for being bad if I choose.
(CHORUS)
Shapow! How do you like me know?
SHAZAM, I don't think you understand.
Shaquick! Here I got a 10 inch, TV screen . . .
only in my room.
I've got green, it's in my room.
The only things my room is not here.
Pitching tents, inside my pants.
There's a pool of drool by my ear.
I can fake it all in my room,
I can be a quarterback,
I'm the coolest guy in school (check it).
I can get on down in my room.
I can go and freak Rebecca Romijn in the nude.
(CHORUS)
TV, munchies, ______, DVD in my room.
Watchin' juggies, spankin' monkies,
doughnut dunkin' in my room.
Ladies love me, pour me heinies, feed me grapies,
in my room. Write a shitty record, for my record label
in my room.
IN MY ROOM, IN MY ROOM, IN MY ROOOOOOOMMM!! (x3).

Here comes the boom
I got game like Kobe, act like you know me,
if you rhyme better well then kid you best show me
Fly by wrecking, never come in second,
fists in my pocket and use my words as my weapon
Ghetto blaster thumping, girlies are bumping,
got to get the dough like my man Donald Trump and
Set this in motion, jaws in the ocean,
if you need a rhyme well, then kid I got the potion
Damn
Building this up like a high rise,
better yet phatter than Nell Carter's right thigh
Coming in slanging, never leave you hangin,
if you talk shit then on your door I'm banging
Twisting up hip hop, running with my flip flops,
past all the cops just chilling in the donut shops
For no other reason, no it ain't treason,
just coming up cause this is the zebrahead season
Get it back
I didn't want it
Didn't need it
My time is the only thing that you have taken
So about the world, don't be mistaken
Get it back
I didn't want it
Didn't need it
You're lost the only thing that you were given
Afraid to stand alone, so now you're tripping
Living life disco, here to San Fransisco,
do my own stunts cause I like to take the risk, yo
Punk rock rhyming, rap in always climbing,
like your first time cause I'll pop out your hymen
With the bass drum booming, jump up in the room and,
watch the walls sway cuz the grove is grooving
Got your hands shaking, suckers that I'm baking,
made you look dumb it's your girl that I'm
Taking
What?
Let me set this off like a bomb,
have your ass stepping like Jerry had Tom and I'm gone
With the free style form that I'm kicking,
have your ass tripping, with the rhymes that I'm flipping
And this ain't no west coast thing,
it's a world wide ring with the style we bring, right?
So watch the dime drop as I harvest my crop