old rap > *

All right!
Stop whatcha doin’
‘cause I’m about to ruin
the image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny
but yo I’m makin’ money see
so yo world I hope you’re ready for me.
Now gather round
I’m the new fool in town
and my sound’s laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf
so just let me introduce myself
My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty.
Yo ladies, oh how I like to hump thee.
And all the rappers in the top ten–please allow me to bump thee.
I’m steppin’ tall, y’all,
and just like Humpty Dumpty
you’re gonna fall when the stereos pump me.
I like to rhyme,
I like my beats funky,
I’m spunky. I like my oatmeal lumpy.
I’m sick wit dis, straight gangsta mack
but sometimes I get ridiculous
I’ll eat up all your crackers and your licorice
hey yo fat girl, c’mere–are ya ticklish?

just as good

Ticket to ride white line highway
Tell all your friends, they can go my way
Pay your toll, sell your soul
Pound for pound costs more than gold
The longer you stay the more you pay
My white lines go a long way
Either up your nose or through your vein
With nothin to gain except killin your brain

rolling, smoking 5. 0’s take my t-tops off so my hair can blow.

one of my favorite songs :bigthumb:

Sugar Hill Gang is old, Rapper’s Delight, released Sept 1979…:smiley:

i was released sept 27 ,1979 :smiley:

i still play that shit as loud as possible with the windows down in the summer… same with vanilla ice and grandmaster flash

ERIC B & RAKIM

I ain’t no joke, I use to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I’m done and make sure it’s broke
When i’m gone no one gets on cuz I won’t let
Nobody press up and mess up the seen I set
I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn
But think about it then you’ll understand
I’m just an addict addicted to music
Maybe it’s a habit, I gotta use it
Even if it’s jazz or the quiet storm
I hook a beat up convert it into hip-hop form
Write a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in
Deep concentration, cuz I’m no comedian
Jokers are wild if you wanna be tamed
I treat you like a child then you’re gonna be named
Another enemy, not even a friend of me
Cuz you’ll get fried in the end when you pretend to be
Competin’ cuz I just put your mind on pause
and I complete when - you compare my rhyme wit yours
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Remember me, the one you got your idea from
But soon you start to suffer, the tune’ll get rougher
When you start to stutter that’s when you had enuff of
Biting, it’ll make you choke, you can’t provoke
You can’t cope, you shou
ld’ve broke because I ain’t no joke

i didn’t see yours…until after i was done typing…you must have been posting when i was posting…

start posting artist and title of song… wanna dl i havent heard some of this stuff before… maybe i have but i dont recognize it in lyric form

Stahlhammer - “Kein Schoner Land”
Anthrax - “I’m The Man”

x2 - it’s funny getting wierd looks from people. I have the sunshades for my kids and car seats in and am playing old school rap as loud as my radio will go ( not with my kids in the car)

death metal gets the same reaction. Rammstein is probably my favorite group to play loud with the windows down, people think you’re fucking nuts. :slight_smile:

dude even people that are like 20 are like wtf is that … i kinda like it… some people know it some dont either way the music is entertaining

one of my faves of all time
Slick rick

Here we go,
Once upon a time not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood,
and people were behavin’ like they ought ta good,
There lived a lil’ boy who was misled,
by anotha lil’ boy and this is what he said:
“Me & You, Ty, we gonna make sum cash,
robbin’ old folks and makin’ ah dash”,
They did the job, money came with ease,
but one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a sista and her
brotha,
tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
he said “Keep still, boy, no need for static”,
Punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
but little did he know the lil’ boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he said “Why’d ya hit me?”,
the barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
“I’ll do years if I pull this trigga”,
So he cold dashed and ran around the block,
cop radioes it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista,
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and from expectations,
so he decided he’d hit for the subway stations,
But she was coming and he made a left,
he was runnin’ top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him,(sorry)
then he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
opened up the door there, guess who he saw?,
Dave the dope fiend shootin’ dope,
who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said(I need bullets, hurry up, run)
the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was cops all over,
then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova,
Raced up the block doing 83,
crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and still had static,
grabbed a pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o’ lead,
he told the cops(Back off or honey here’s dead),
Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong,
so he let the lady go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded,
before long the lil’ boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so went the glory,
and this is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a madman’s dream,
the cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain’t funny so don’t ya dare laugh,
just another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight ‘n narrow or yo’ soul gets cast(?).

Good Night.
Girl:I kno this story is really wierd…Good nite

At the count of three
I want everybody in the place to be
To make some noise if ya down with me
One, two, three

Hit me with the horns Tony
Keep makin’ noise, keep makin’ noise, yeah, oh…
Here we go now, here we go now, here we go now…
Here we go, here we go, now listen

Some of y’all might know this
And some of y’all don’t (jam jam)
Some of y’all might be with this, and some of y’all won’t
But listen, let me clear my throat
Oh, have mercy babe, Ha!
I hope ya don’t mind, let me clear my throat

Yeah, rock to the rhythm of the funky rhyme
So I can get this in just one more time
To the beat and ya don’t quit
It’s that ol’ skool rap with that new skool hit
Peter Piper picked a pepper but Kool got the Run
And I can still rip up the house
Every God damn time I get on the mic, I go crazy
Peace out to Celo, Flex, and Doug Lazy
I bet 'cha never knew but now ya know
I’m the undisputed king of this disco
And I never let the mic, might not tire me no more
Cuz DJ Kool rip up the whole damn floor

DJ Kool, let me clear my throat (if ya didn’t know that already hahahah)

Okay party people in the house…
This is something you never witnessed before…
Yes, it’s the incredible doug e. fresh…
With his partner, the grand wizard mc, ricky d
D, and that’s me in the place to be.
We goin’ to do it for ’85, kick it live, allright?
Cuz you know, you’re all sick of all these crap rappers
Biting their rhymes because of they’re back steppers.
But when it comes to me and my man doug fresh here,
There is no competition ’cause we are the best, yeah.
But as impress, which we approve
And yeah, we realize that we are on the move,
So listen closely so y’all don’t miss
As we go a little something like this, hit it!

La-di-da-di…
La-di-da-di…
La-di, da-di!
Yo peep this

La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody
We’re, just some men that’s on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic we rock the mic right
For all of y’all, keep y’all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cause it’s cool when you cause a cozy conditioning
Which we create, cause that’s our mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of shit happens everyday
I woke up around ten o’clock in the morning
I gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawn and
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Put some soap on my face and my hand upon a cup, said
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the top choice of them all
There was a rumble tumble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, you are you conceited bastard!
Well that true, that why we never had no beef
Then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
Used oil of olay cause my skin gets pail
And then I grabbed the file for my finger nails
I’m true to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my, body and hair
I threw on my brand new gucci underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the johnson’s baby powder and the polo cologne
Fresh dress, like a million bucks,
Put on the bally shoes and the fly green socks.
Stepped out the house stopped short, oh no
Went back in I forgot my kangol
Then I dilly, dally, I ran through the alley
I bumped into this homegirl named sally from the valley
This was a girl playing hard to get
So I said what’s wrong? cause she looked upset
She said uh, it’s all because of you
I’m feeling sad and blue
You went away
And now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so
How much you’ll never know
Cause you took your love away from me
Now what was I to do
She was crying over me and she was feeling blue
I said, don’t cry, dry, your eyes
Here comes your mother with those two little guys
Her mean mother steps and says to me hi!
Hit sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Kicked her in the belly, and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Something was wrong I said what was going on?
I tried to break it up I said, stop it, leave her
She said, if I can’t have you she can’t either
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox
But uh, she gave chase, she caught up quick
She put a finger in the face of mc rick, and said
Why don’t you give me some play?
And we can go cruising in my (oj)
And if you give me that ok
I’ll give you all my love today
Ricky ricky ricky, can’t you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
So mc rick my love is here to stay
And on and on and on she kept on
The bitch been around before my mother’s born
I said, cheer up! I gave her a kiss
I said, you can’t have me I’m too young for you miss
She said, no you’re not, then she starts crying
I says, I’m nineteen, she says, stop lying!
I said, I am – go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can’t be your lover!
To the heart tick tock you don’t stop
To the heart tick tock you don’t quit, hit it!

…don’t ever forget, doug e. fresh, and mc ricky d…

hahahaha - another great song :bigthumb:

HAHAHAAH Yep cracks me up when ppl see me drivin EITHER car blasting some of this stuff…I think I get more WTF looks when I am drivin the Audi tho and blasting some old skool hahahahha

Whoo HOO!

OHHLA.COM :bigthumb: