The Jonny Quest Theme Ringtones

Searching the skies, wonder why So afraid I'll never know Wasting away here on the ground Longing to soar up to great heights The beast that preys upon me Casting my eyes down Within the stars, those spheres of light But who can find the second to the right? (To the right) So far, my Neverland It's the quest and the curse of us all Reject, revoke, deny your own blame I will now justify all you do I am Deimos, Phobos of old days I am the shallow grave hunting you Hearts hunger for something more Frightened by ghosts of our own creation When we suffocate the aspirations that we scorn The monster hunting me down Will pull me under Within the stars, those spheres of light But who can find the second to the right? (To the right) So far, my Neverland It's the quest and the curse of us all I am despair, your dread, your fear, shame I am the parasite deep in you I am Deimos, Phobos of old days I am the shallow grave hunting you Shed your fear of falling The beast haunting you Hear your star is calling Time won't wait for you How can I find the second star to the right? I fear that I've forgotten how to fly I face my greatest enemy within Fear of falling my lullaby Within the stars, those spheres of light But who can find the second to the right? (To the right) So far, my Neverland It's the quest and the curse of us all Within the stars, those spheres of light But who can find the second to the right? (To the right) So far, my Neverland It's the quest and the curse of us all!

The call of the White Wolf is loudest at the dawn The call of a stone heart is broken and alone Born of Kaer Morhen Born of no love The song of the White Wolf is cold as driven snow Bear not your eyes upon him lest steel or silver draw Lay not your breast against him or lips to ease his roar For the song of the White Wolf will always be sung alone Cast not your eyes upon him, lest he kiss you with his sword Lay not your heart against him or your lips to ease his roar For the song of the White Wolf we'll always sing alone For the song of the White Wolf we'll always sing alone For the song of the White Wolf we'll always sing alone

To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow To run where the brave dare not go To right the unrightable wrong To be better far than you are To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star This is my quest, to follow that star No matter how hopeless, no matter how far To be willing to give when there's no more to give To be willing to die so that honour and justice may live And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest And the world will be better for this That one man, scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star

To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow To run where the brave dare not go To right the unrightable wrong To love pure and chaste from afar To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star This is my quest, to follow that star No matter how hopeless No matter how far To fight for the right Without question or pause To be willing to march into hell For a heavenly cause And I know if I'll only be true To this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm When I'm laid to my rest And the world would be better for this That one man scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star And the world would be better for this That one man scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star Thank you very much

*All vocals by Q-Tip* So many people, right now Motivated to shit Bull shit over some bull shit ass reasons But we 'bout to put it inside of a love perspective like Love it We do it all for the love y'all Yeah, we do it all for the love y'all Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all We do it, we give it all for the love y'all We just givin' it all for the love y'all We do it, we do it all for the love y'all We in the party, put your hands up Yeah y'all, we do it all for the love y'all, We do it, we do it Love getting down and I love a cool breeze Love seein' checks from record companies Love lovin' love 'cause I love what I do And we do our thing for the one nine two And the rest of the country 'cause we from there too Makin' sure love is givin' when I get it from you Everybody, we regulate the party and shit Love it when I get a little rugged wit' it Love the circumstance to make my dough flow right Love rockin' mics plus the ill style nights She does it real good but love'll make it mo' better Got me kind of open in the DK sweater Love when my peoples come home from jail bids Really love women and I really love kids Love tight gloves where the music just bang Camp-ass with gas women or shorty got bangs Lovin' it Yo yo, I'm lovin' it Love a women when she got a tight outfit Outfit meaning outlook and disposition You love it when a nigga cause a love composition Love peanut butter and jelly on wheat Wylin' out, makin' hot shit to hot beats From Ohio to Poughkeepsie From Phoenix to NC From Cali to DC Love it when the pressure falls righ on me Love it when God keeps on overlookin' Do a tight show so promoters keep bookin' We do it all for the love y'all Yeah, we do it all for the love y'all We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all From the heart inside of the heart y'all We do it, we do it all for the love y'all For real, for the love, for the love y'all All my peoples in the ghettos, for the love y'all All my peoples all around, for the love y'all for the love love For my crews bomb, where my peoples still at If they call me and I don't call back For weeks at a time, love is still intact Let's be big about it, and realize the fact Love it, when the underdog comes through Ghetto revalizer, overthrow these rules Love it, when I get spared another day Used to drink zay while my niggas weighed yay Love it, when I gain control over this Life is really bigger than the rolly on my wrist Got a twist to this shit and the answer's inside Sho as the world's small and the missisipi's wide Had to rock a vest over unchoosed fest Now I see people rockin' theirs in jets Love it when my loved one really hold me down Brand new flight and I'm takin' off ground We do it all for the love y'all Check it out, we do it all for the love y'all For the love, for the love, for the love y'all We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all Yo, we do it all for the love y'all For everybody, for the love for the love y'all Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all Yeah, we givin' y'all this shit, the love y'all Just the love inside of the heart y'all Yeah, for the love for the love y'all Yeah, for the love for the love y'all Yeah, for the love for the love y'all Yeah, for the love for the love y'all Yeah, for the love for the love y'all Yeah, for the love for the love y'all Yeah, for the love for the love y'all Yeah, for the love for ...

The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away But not Hip-Hop yo, ha-ha-ha And let it be known that we are on some um Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh And this ain't on the pop tip yo! Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah) Here we go People in the audience, they cry out "hoe" People with a gun, yo they'll cry out "bo!" I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock But still the kanga's clock me, after a show Standin' on the stage and we're pourin' with sweat To people in the crowd I give what they get Papers make paid, babies make laid I don't really worry, nor do I fret Waitin' for the gimme and boy I got some Sweat like a peach and tart like a plum I thought what I think, I rock a bead-link Legally, I'll sip when I turn 21 A letter to the homeboy that freaked the head dome The army wants me to drop my microphone Gotta be brief, no orders from a chief Hot butter on what, say what, the popcorn On the tour bus, we hit the truck stop A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop We laugh and giggle some, Phife kiss the honeybuns Ali Shaheed Muhammad keeps talkin' that shop The brothers cruise on as we Quest, for the check Callin' up Famous to see, if it's there yet Not a bourgeoise, hate the seminar Ignorant flip, hey Miss you must jet Flex for the funkiest, buts start to bounce Measure Hip-Hop for weight, by the ounce Bush on the tush, you're pullin' while I push Play me for the punk then puss, feel the pounce It's like that y'all (keep on) Freak freak y'all (keep on) It's like that y'all (keep on) Freak freak y'all (keep, on) It's like that y'all (keep on) Freak freak y'all (keep on) It's like that y'all (keep on) Freak freak y'all (keep on) If the papes come, yo, yo, I won't riff I just sit down and get me a spliff With mines I was born, a child of the corn Molecules of the land they uplift Levels is straight, in fact they're rectified Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied Four and four is eight, the fraction makes the plate I make sure the Tribe is in With the quickness you bare the witness Flexin' and pumpin' with the fitness Movin' it uhh, doin' it uhh Those who oppose must hit the s-list Doin' it, doin' it with the whole frame Look what's in the mind and not in the brain On this you can quote, we on a diffy note Quest for the future, 'stead of the fame 191 brothers grabbin' they thingies Forgot the name, oh, equivalent to Jimmy Slip a little bit, you think I have to quit Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy Slammin' with a slammy you front, on the case Right or left nut, Ali plays the ace Do what you do, flam for a crew Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face Slang for the? I must, if ya have Dribble hops out giggle, yo proper term is laugh Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes Instincts to travel up the hood path, c'mon It's like that y'all (keep on) Freak freak y'all (keep on) It's like that y'all (keep on) It's like that y'all (keep on) It's like that y'all (keep on) Freak freak y'all (keep on) It's like that y'all (keep on) Freak freak y'all (keep on) Thank you As you all know, you just can't believe Everything you see and hear, can you? Now if you'll excuse me I must be on my way

I had a dream about my man last night And my man came by the studio And his name is... Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect Phife Did-awg is in effect Check it out and give me my 'spect I'm moving, yes I'm grooving 'cause my mouth is on the motor Use the Coast in the morning to avoid the funky odor Can't help being funky, I'm the funky Abstract brother Funky in a sense, but I play the undercover Once had a fetish, fetish for some booty Now I'm getting funky in my rap and that's my duty Brothers tend to jock on the style in particular If you got the ego like some brothers then I'll get with ya But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a- My motto in the '90s is "Be happy making bucks" Girls love the jim, 'cause it causes crazy friction When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction I still understand the oomph 'cause that's what I met her for I'm hooked on the swing, so just call me the music whore Women love the voice, brothers dig the lyrics Quest the people's choice, we driving for the spirit If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensil Write my rhymes straight up, don't give it no fancy stencil The rhymes be getting sweet, we stay away from tart A perfectionist at work, perking up the art If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock Your demise is coming up and I want your man to watch Be the prime example, or deeper still the sample Insignificance, here I'll place you on the mantle Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica The girl I used to rock, her moms was a Quaker Now what does that make her? The evil money taker? The crazy move faker, I use that to break her Phife is in the house (oohh, you know you got going on) Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song) Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on) Tim Latham is in the house (and on and on and on) Wise Men is in the house The Brand Nubes is in the house The J Beez, they in the house And De La, they in the house I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people Please don't be deceived by the ugly slice of evil The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action Some women in the '90s want more than satisfaction They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things If you want to, I'll show you, just what the Ab can bring I keep a tight net with my brothers Ken and Kenny If the question is of rhymes, then I'll tell ya, I got plenty The thing that men and women need to do is stick together Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature This the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica So listen because the Quest is led through the underground My people have been oppressed too long, no more will we be down People tend to riff 'cause they don't know the mental People tend to bug 'cause the beats are hard but gentle Africano lurks through the body of this youngun' Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and you're coming to The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival If flexing is your motive, then you don't like survival The Abstract is speaking, the hard beats is reaching To Black and Puerto Ricans 'cause they're butt naked streaking Through the ever murky streets of the urbanized areas Blasting out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria Craig is in the house (oohh, you know you got going on) Pete Rock is in the house (this ain't a R&B song) CL is in the house (you got it going on) Ultramag is in the house (and on and on and on) Nice and Smooth is in the house Big Daddy Kane is in the house Beatnuts is in the house Special Ed is in the house Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And this one goes out to my man Thanks a lot, Ron Carter on the bass Yes, my man Ron Carter is on the bass And check it out, going into the '91 decade Up in until the 2000 decade You gotta say the Quest is on And goddamn it, yes the Quest is on And we out!

Winter in America, never knew white Christmas 'Cause elves said the squares is always making my shit list Spring is in the air and all the flowers in bloom The powers that be wanna devour the movement Tears disappear when they fall in the summer rain Bleedin' through this mic, but they call it entertainment Running across stages is a drug It's like a brother, we crumple the raw papers Call it the Lord's name cause we taking it in our veins Like the feeding us intravenous It's war and we fighting for inches and millimetres Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders If we don't give them martyrs no more, they can't defeat us This lack of justice got us disgusted, look at our faces All these soldiers hate but I saw military training The force flags fly at a half mast this morning Take a bow, this might be your last performance They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny Turn the pool party into the one from McKinney Might've been racist like the waitresses up at Denny's So we had twelve gauges, automatics, and semis Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech 'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne But veterans don't get the benefit of feelin' at home So maybe those projections out at Silicon Over dro they getting injections made of silicone I swear it's the killing season 'Cause killin' is still in season yea Louder than a three pound, voices screaming at ya boo It must be killing season, on the menu, strange fruit Whose juices fill the progress of this here, very nation Whose states has grown bitter, through justice expiration These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment Things haven't really changed, been dormant for the moment Marks and scars, we own it, only makes for tougher skin Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within Been on the wrong team so much, can't recognise a win Seems like my only crime is having melanin Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for Causes meant to suffocate, I can't breathe no more Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize them sadly Black soul old enough, inner city holdin' up Watch me get all my goons, watch us get soldiered up They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

(Intro: Phife and Tip) Back at you, Right back at you, (Verse 1: Tip and Phife) Drove around the block, drove a lot, Lookin' all around, don't see no cops, Whispered in your ear, a ghetto star, Sittin' on my lap inside of my car, Lookin' at my lips, take a taste, Taste yours too, rub your back, Run your fingers on the logo of my baseball hat, Moonlight dancin' inside of your eyes, Close your legs, I start to sigh, Now I reach down to unlace my Nikes, Kick off your Adidas 'cause that's what you like, Chris Tucker joke passed inside of my head, Put the thought away think of you instead, Hot outside, it's hot in here, Roll down the window the breeze in your hair, Your earrings shake, you a baby doll, You say you want me but did you want them all? Make me feel special, I know that you can, Make me feel special like a prominent man, Prominent, dominant McCoy and I'm real, Another brotha's fan? Forget how he feel Chorus: Tip and Phife Repeat 4x Me and you girl go against the world, Against the world?, (Female voice) Hell yeah the world (Female voice) Yeah the world, Yeah the world, Yeah the world, Whole wide world, Yeah the world, Yeah the world, Yeah the world, Whole wide world, Yeah the world, Yeah the world/ Verse 2: Tip and Phife Zonin' undress ya? Still hold play? Or can you hold my hand, it's better that way, If we was on video I'd press rewind, A nigga think about you all the time, Pidgeon dropped a note on top my head, R&B, pop girl's a thoroughbred, Run around the track, let me slow you Dowwwwnnnnnn... Pick you up, Raise your cups, let's double up, Bomb came known, natural disas, Fall in love with me? huh, well that's that ass, Wanna get you, inside my world, Process, straight, afro or curl, Stretch me out, fades me in, Forever you in need let me see you grin? He fucked you, I'm a tap his chin? Make me feel special, I know that you can, Make me feel special like a prominent man, Prominent, dominant McCoy and I'm real, Another brotha's fan? Forget how he feel! Chorus

Listen to me this time? We're just whores on a fucking assembly line Believe me I was there Take what I want and get the fuck out of here Lets raise the wall Stop me, to raise the wall Stop me Jonny's been a very bad boy Jonny's been a very bad boy Jonny's been a very bad boy Jonny's been a very bad This door is so high My life is oblivious to you And the sun hurts my eyes But remember you are not God to raise the wall Stop me, to raise the wall (Ooh) and you look at me See through me I am nothing to you You look at me, see through me I am nothing to you What does it want to be? You know you love me You want to ruin me As I take it in Destroy this in me But if you want someone, one will come down Fighting for you!

First time I ever put that jersey on It fit me like a glove and all my nerves were gone Underneath those Friday night lights was where I was meant to be I can still hear mama screamin that's my boy number eighty-three We didn't win too many games that year Two or three if memory serves me right But I learned so many lessons Underneath those stadium lights Yeah to most it was just a number a way to tell us boys apart But t me it was my pride and joy where id leave my mark The only place on earth where I felt free Was standing out there on that fifty yard like Wearing number eighty three These days I traded in that jersey for this old guitar Singing my songs on the blvd Yeah the lights have changed to neon but that's alright with me Standing up here singing songs about being free To some im just a dreamer bangin on an old guitar But to me this is my pride and joy, where I pour out my heart The only place on earth where I feel free Is standing up here underneath these lights Singing through these six string To some I'm just a dreamer bangin on an old guitar But to me this is my pride and joy where I pour out my heart The only place on earth where I feel free Standing up here underneath these lights Yall singing back to me Whoooaa Whoooaa Whoooaaa... Whoooaa Whoooaa Whoooaaa...