hip-hopola To the tic toc on my clock you know my swatch is tickin A finger licken on my fingers count the suckers vicin Should I be wishin that I'm sittin while the others missin The rhyme hittin now I'm dissin all the suckers hissin The beat breaks so you know the beat is being broke I awoke to find another record being soaked Should I hope and take a chance at being Ton-Loc Or should I freeze or in the winter wear a big goat I got it goin so you know I keeps it goin on The Madd is flowin so you know I rocks it to the morn I'm steady tearin while the others steady being torn The rhyme is forgone, so you been forwarned I'll kick it quick and keep the point sharp like a drill bit I write the rhymes, I write the rhymes, I got em throwin fits Now you can wonder how I rock the mic so swift Just ask King Britt he'll say it's just a gift I'm clockin props from the pops of the hip hops Non stop I'll never drop from the knock knocks Think not well a lot have fizzed to pop rock Its hard to cop when your socks are locked up in knots Its kinda crude kinda rude yo like ain't it dude They fed ta food and ya moved to a fatty groove Yeah ya sued but ya lose 'cause they left ya nude It's hard to prove when you choose to ignite the fuse I'm scoopin tunes like a spoon in some ice cream The punks feen what I mean is that thy are unclean They steady bite bein trite about some blue jeans I've never seen but I been around the scene I keep it silly, kinda chilly, when my tongue swings When I'm down, I make a sound, a kinda ding ding I never sing but I bring a groovy thing To my group, yeah the troop, in which I cling If the Jim it is inside ya then ya know where Oatie's at The funkee music junkee jonesin for rhymes like it is crack Crack of either kind it is somewhat addicting Like the material greed and the dollars doing dickin Sticking to the riffing of the money grubbers picking If ya got outs ta sell then then ya just hoing and tricking Not like Halloween but like that little house in Texas And here ya thought a ho was just one of the sexes Record reps perplex us by signing the signers So this is a blurb for all those who carry a binder No pager, no papes, no jism in the drapes No Sam Goody shelving their CD's or their tapes Sticking to the hip hop like its True as a smoker Watching the rise and fall of some vanilla faced joker We hear it from the greenbloods we hear it from the duckers Who are selling outs to some wack rap buying suckers Ya got a little sick with a wheeze and a cough Ya took a step to the cliff then ya tripped and ya fell off The goats are cuttin throats traveling miscogenic Cause that's the way we like it funky freneti
¿Do the DIGS DUG? A hero ain't nothin but a sandwich I mean, well I need a hoagie if I am to manage Ta fill myself up and stay fat Yo yo I gotta kick the raps, yo yo I gotta keep da naps Well, see, its like this um, I forgot ta mention You was clingin on my wing ding swingin like the ring ling Suckers on the trapeze back and forth please I keeps ya on ya toes ta keeps ya off ya knees Oops, I'm sorry, I'm just a Goat-man ach First ya did some flips but now ya just flopped Damn, ouch, I didn't mean ta be that blunt I gave ya whatcha got cause I gots whatcha want Bustin through the door, bustin through the door Found the corporate heads dippin Bush like a whore Say, what is it for, what is if for? The green, the green, please back me some more Leonard Peltier Leonard Peltier Who da hell is that, why the fuck should ya care? In jail, in jail, in jail like a dealer Fuck George Bush says my T-Shirt squeeler Please oh please set Leonard P. free Cause ya wiped out his race like an ant colony Whatcha afraid of, Annie Mae Aquash? Found her lying in the ditch with no place for a watch ¿Do the Dugs Dig? ¿Do the Digs Dug? I don't dig apple pie 'cause its an American lie Because I dug between the lines and all I found was swine Direct control, we won't fold or succumb, I mean, Be overcome, I mean, you know what I mean The green team ain't down with the white house clowns Pushing around mounds of shit trying to pound it down our throats But dig it, I'd rather have a bud than a scud, dug it Cause Swayzack's pour'n salt on the slugs So unplug it, the T.V., 'cause I don't need to see Dan Rather cause the chatter doesn't matter to me They're try'n to lather me up but they're suds are weak But I'm gonna burn the Bushes and cut the Quayle's beak Uh oh, yo, here I come again Holdin up the crap like the diaper, Depends Aw George, ya don't pay attention Put down the golf clubs and stop takin away the pensions Whatcha ma call it, the Emancipation Procla…somethin It doesn't mean a thing cause back then I wasn't nothin Just 1/3 of, what's that word, um, human Fuck that "Four score", furthermore I'm fumin What's their face ah Powell I know ya dig it A general, an officer, a pig to a piglet They're both givin time, They're both gettin mine Its time for the Goats ta roast swine ¿Do the Dugs Dig? ¿Do the Digs Dug? Let me check my glock cause it's time to be checkin it In this age of no phase ya know who's gonna be wreckin it With the crazy, spacy, Hendrix like Hazy Purple maple syrple, jump the hurdle never lazy Flim flam of Uncle Scam makes ya guard ya wad Got heads of the state deciding fates like god Making racists out of toddlers, soldiers out of bums Put that wad in front of congress and see who cums First 'cause their cuttin funds like liverwurst Curse about the purse and they'll drop ya in the hearse With niggers shooting blacks, feds supply the gats Dropping 8 ball jackets like Minnesota Fats Congratulations on your biggest stunt yet But you can't hit my blunt if your lips are wet, baby Call me crazy, but I'm not the pretentious type Just looks like maybe you was on the pipe So go take another pull off that glass dick They way you drool, I'd think your lips were elastic I asked Madd, he said you got your ass kicked Try'n to play your pops for his plastic Swayzack, cuttin tracks on the head cracks Try'n to slay some monkeys for the junkies Stay back and put the caps on the hat rack Cause here's the plan the man's gonna get funky ¿Do the Dugs Dig? ¿Do the Digs Dug?
T.V. COPS Some used to step 'cause they didn't know I worked Others use to step 'cause they didn't know I hurt Plaguing me with problems cause they thought I was a gangster Gassed like a tanker no time for po pranksters I was spliffed from the giddy up They didn't give a fuck, so I didn't give a fuck Hat to the back and my jeans way saggin Hittin some freestyle, frontin and braggin Mindin my own biz when they wanna stop me Hungry for some doughnuts but they chose to pop me Female and a brother, should I say another Word cause ya know how this Goat is gettin served ID name and number Up against the wall cause we're startin to wonder Ya got alot a dollars in your pocket for a fuckin bum Hands on the wall and assume the position Clubs start pokin, I'm like man you must be jokin Just because I do some tokin, big blunt smokin It can happen to you because it happened to me Cause these ain't the cops that you see on T.V. I'm inclined to say my part Enable me to explain how I was labled from the start I was feeling like Cupid tryin to capture a heart But an arrow's really stupid so I made like a dart Started to sprint but I was stopped in my tracks By a couple of cops, they were white and uptight, right So I didn't try to fight as they grabbed me by my back Cause cops can overreact and I thought they might attack But picture that, Swayzack a criminal I busted a rap because they obviously just didn't know So here we go to make a long story shorter Swayzack ain't game for the bread and the water Then the order was to lay on the ground Put your hands on your head, don't make a muthafuckin sound They're breakin me down but they still ain't found nothin They frontin 'cause here's one blunt they missed My fist was clenched around a big fat spliff It can happen to you 'cause it happened to me And these ain't the cops that you see on TV Step to the line and drop ya drawers for the inspector I'm not homophobic but these cops got my rector In full view on the conjecture that I might hide a blade In the shade of the pore that was there when I was made Shit, I've got one brother in the Pit Of the wriggly piggies who are throwing a pig type fit "Shut ya fucking face kid or I'll friggin lick ya" "Grab ya ankles like Bo Jangles or I'll fuckin kick ya" Verbally abusive's not conducive to a transition Just a bunch a boys in blue gettin' ya used ta the system Of the rapists and murderers and the Sons of Sons of Sam But look at where I am saying Uncle Scam I am Sick of the piggies making me drop my fuckin skivies Sick of being arrested when I haven't done diddly Being riddled with the abuses in prison No segregation by law, well check out this division "Head to the hoosegow head ta the slammer Head to the roundhouse grab a sledge-hammer" Arrested four times but never found guilty But these ain't the cops that ya see on TV (Dedicated to Rodney Jermaine Cook)
Not Not Bad Well I'm hip to the tip with a rif in this skit Ya looking for the quick about the bit well this is it Its easy, cheesey, to play the sleasy greasy Quick with the tongue, saying anything ya please see Oh here's a way out, let's minimize the skills Not not bad for a whatever, I hopes it pays the bills But the mental pills that ya takin make ya life eazier to swallow He can hoop for a dago, that's the way go, ya follow? Separate into races but there's only one track Jessie Owens gets the gold but that's the gold for the black guy That's wack, ya doing too many lines Its time ya snorted up the one of the color kind 'Cause ya not bad for a racist so when ya gonna face it Ya feeding gorrillas Ex-Lax just trying ta go ape shit Dig it, who juiced ya like a turbo bass booster? Stop cocking ya head like the king of the roosters It's not not bad for a dago Not not bad for a nigger They fed me Alpo like a doggie till my face gets mushed and soggy A T-bone steak if my vision stays foggy I just scored a touch down not bad for a nigger Now tell me how ya figure when I try to get bigger Master disaster much faster cause I hasta Braver life-saver clingin on long lasta Use ta drink Shasta but now I just passa A blunt not a blasta call no drug massa Never makes amends when I tends ta ends Nor do I bend friends because a friend depends On me cause I'm reliable some might say incitable Yo I don't flim flam on shit that's fightable So quick do I intake take it, cake I can't quite bake it Labels can't shake shake it so I'm grown and prone ta break it Up and run amuck a ducks, salty I made a buck I made it on my own, so what the fuck? It's not not bad for a nigger Not not bad for a dago Not bad for a kid who used to sleep in cars Plastic bags and rags gettin flagged from bars I wear the scars like tags on a car That's where I was here's where we are By far the maddest political raptivist Attack, but miss, you pompous pretentious bitch 'Cause I got you a spot at the top of my piss list Brothers pump your fist like this if you dig it Not bad for a wild child they screamin Too bad 'cause the foster family's sceamin Social worker, yeah what's your plan G A bunch of fuckin' hypocrites is all you can be Don't tell me shit about doin time I've done mine But I've done no crime And this ain't a bad rhyme right? psyche 'Cause the mutha fuckin Goats is all of that It's not not bad for a nigger Not not bad for a dago
aaah deee yaaaa People are walking people are talking Walking and talking to this funky jive Better if its baked like a tasty cake Sit back and listen to this viscous vibe About the pro lifers the real pied pipers With millions starving they want ya ta crank out more Abandon them in diapers to become the real lifers Doing 5 ta 10 for robbing a liquor store Full time lobby run by Ed and Bobby And a bunch of women who are safe from the semen The Holy Bible makes pro choice libel Its not 5 AD so stop ya dreamin Nigger bashing, dago thrashing Racial epithets are for the unthinking man Rappers cash in cause its the fashion I can't walk on water so I won't try drinking sand Aah D. Yaa Billions and billions of unfunked civilians Doing the ninety five in the ninety two Beige ole abode in a beige pavilion Having billions of kids who have nothing to do A Quayle is a bird and birds have bird brains A Bush is a shrub and shrubs never lie Doing the 95 in a summer resort Doing the 95 in a suit and a tie Protection dwindles and the police swindle Tax dollars caught in a political sludge Open your vent dis the government Too much inertia it will never budge Yes, mommie dearest, we got political careerists Green blood pumping through their every veins For the corporations, doing hip gyrations Making green dollars and leaving red blood stains Aah D. Yaa I am Oatie from the hopping Goaties Trying real hard to add bran to ya diet Eat it whole grain, with butter or plain Substance for to keep ya stomach quiet I'm MA-Double, the shaver of the stubble The sublimer of rhymers if that's cool with you I get in a trance and do the funkee dance Busting da half steppers with a trusty pool cue My name is Pat but you can call me Swayzack You can call me Jack 'cause its all the same But due to the fact that I react like that You can't label brain so what's in a name This bread will rise not fall Please don't smoke those Pall Malls To all dissenters smoking Menthols We say that's all (end ala DeLaSoul) (Song dedicated to John Trudell)
