Die Internationale - Chorvereinigung Des Oes

You have to learn how to See for yourself, Hear for yourself And think for yourself And then judge for yourself. Dear Mister Cadillac, From all of us party people in the place. You bout' to witness something from the get down, That you never seen before. We bout' to reveal, And drop a jewel. And show why the DJ is king Not no damn tool. Now, lets rock yall, To the beat, yall. Lets rock, yall To the beat, the beat. Lets tell em through our oral history, Passed down from Mozambique, yall. Now, lets rock yall, To the beat, yall. Lets rock, yall To the beat, the beat. Lets tell em through our oral history, About masters of ceremony Standin' on the street corner talkin jive, Around a burnin trash can just slappin five. Everything we would say would end with a rhyme, So we memorized em and said em ten at a time. Then we noticed, People started callin us poets. Three Kings threw parties everybody was goin'. Here's a story a fantasy about a fly homeboy who came to me Once upon a time light came from dark. On the ocean the man came on his ark, he wasn't Noah, This before BC time, He was the first MC, And he came to rhyme. He had a staff in his hand no magic wand, He said his ancestors had passed it on. You gotta use this tool, To teach the fools. There's 26 letters in the alphabet for you, Got adjectives nouns verbs. Bam spoke, we heard To build an army. Knowledge is the word. But there's people on welfare Home from Nam. Junkies everywhere with holes in their arms. Prostitution on a big time high and its crazy. Young teenage girl, She threw away her baby. Everybodys unemployed, Vacant buildings. Slumlords don't care They making millions so its up to us to be the host with the most. Politicians acting like its all our fault, So I speak at 100, 000 volts. Tell the news to the world the Bronx is no joke, Puttin' art on the subway trains so names can be seen through Brooklyn Bronx and Harlem and Queens. Hey! Hey! Hey yo Dizzee, Why don't you tell Cadillac How you get up? If hardship got you down, Get up! That job you wanted shot you down, Get up! Labeled you a problem child, Get up! Tag your name, Get up! Bomb walls, Get up! I'm a frustrated artist, blow me, Get up! Michelangelo ain't got shit on me, Get up! In the house Butch, Kase and Dondi, Get up! Blade, Lee, Chain 3 and comet, Get up! Phase 2, Get up! Hey you, Get up! Everything that we dreamed came true, Get up! Mitch and Noc 167, Get up! Iz the wiz and it just gets better, Get up! Lady Pink, Get up! Stay High, Get up! Team and Tracy and 168, Get up! The mayor considers me nobody, Ed Koch'll know my name when the train rolls by him. I see you B-boys and B-girls, In the cipher. Its time to burn our adversary, And let em know. Our Dj Shaolin cuts as sharp as a knife If you dare challenge him, he will chop off your life. Ayo mamas boy, You think a band can do this shit? Check out the melting pot of musical madness cut up by your brother. DJ Shaolin fantastic, Protege of Grandmaster. Hey yo, tell your fat mother that Shaolin's the DJ that we call conductor Cause Shaolin Fantastic's A bad mother-

Bizzy (Police Officer) Shhh! Shut up, nigga. Shut the fuck up, nigga. Here they come. Here they come. Here they come, nigga. Duck down, nigga. Duck down. Duck down. Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga. Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it. Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit! Bizzy (Krayzie) I'm little Ripsta. I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas. I'm...) Willin' and ready to ride. Krayzie Pop-pop! Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done. Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned. One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air. Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care. You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga. Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler. Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. Senseless killa. Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on. Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. ' Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit. Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man. They givin' me what me need, man. When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good. So come to the Land where all the thugs be real. Them St. Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga. Bizzy (Krayzie) I'm little Ripsta. I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas. I'm...) Willin' and ready to ride. Bizzy (Police Officer) (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now! Reporter The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare. Bizzy Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap. Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked. Little' Rip didn't wanna! The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up. Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up. Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs. All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all. And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!. Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down. You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully. Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely. What is it in you, deeper than dead? And we get fried. P. O. D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night. Once inside forgettin' about remorse. Your curse will ride. Cry now when you're ready to lie down. When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now. Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs. Witnesses Man, he just... All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window. I didn't know what was goin' on. I'm just walkin' by. Just got a—bought a bottle of wine. I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened. Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, " Don't jump." And he did... Wheeeeeew Did you know the guy? He sure had a problem. That's all I could tell you. All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.