One two, rap music, what does it mean? What is everybody in this industry for? What is everybody, buying rap for? Why do people get involved in rap music
[KRS-One] Lincoln said, in this piece here, he says... he frees the slaves; he said, "All slaves in armed rebellion." The slaves. Now understand one
poliziotti, Digos boogie teniamo per la di, di, di, di, di, di, Digos boogie siamo tutti quanti poliziotti, Digos boogie. E cosi, camminiamo la notte
e mille culure (Napule e mille paure) Napule e 'nu sole amaro (Napule e addore e' mare) Napule e 'na carta sporca (e nisciuno se ne importa) Napule e
when I turned fifteen I was stealing the show Money to burn and the girls were pretty it didn't take me long to learn that I was born to boogie When
boot scootin? boogie Yeah, heel toe do si do, come on baby let's go boot scootin' Oh, Cadillac, Blackjack, baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie,
Met a lot of women Who could love alright But nothing like a woman That I met this night She's dynamite, she's dynamite She knows what to do And she
When Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie woogie Luther played the boogie woogie, Luther played the boogie
Admire it in its sleep. Wounded, and embraced by dreams. Whatever wanders in these depths, it shall carry along. This shore is for the throne... I am
I'm your boogieman, that's what I am I'm here to do whatever I can Be it early mornin', late afternoon Or at midnight, it's never too soon To want to
Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry Some of them, they surprise The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 AM This
wanna jump but I'm afraid I'll fall I wanna holler but the john's too small Young man really got a hold on it too I got a rocking pneumonia and the boogie
I walked in the place very big space Every kind of race dancin' and niggas made chase A very pretty face, feel the bass Basses kick, fly girl jumps on
tonight we came to have a down home good time Gonna do some songs about this western land We might even pick until the morning sunshine We the wild and wooly saddle boogie
11TH ST BOOGIE Standing on the corner of eleventh street. Oh, just a bum from country trying to look real neat. Haven't got a dollar, I haven't got a
boogie Must have been that mojo boogie It was that mojo boogie, begin to slide on down Yeah it was the mojo boogie I had the mojo boogie It was that mojo boogie
P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E
you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E