Does anyone know what this song's called?
I've been unable to locate this tune on the internet, so a big hug to whoever can tell me what it's called...(I'm relying on you Sleepy and Ro-Bear, so hop to it):
PS [?] = a word I couldn't figure out, and
(?) after a word = I'm not sure if it's right or not...
~The Rap With No Name (yet)~
I’m 'a say this once again -
Open up your mind
The shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes
The contribution to showbiz
Mixed with entertainment
Resurrected rhymes
Not the same old same
Now if you like what we came with
And you feel you can sing with it
The heat, the verbal language and the way we arranged it
Entertainment to make the people applaud
I’m not tryin' 'a say my style is better than yours
I’m from the graduatin class of 1-9-8-8
LA Univ (?) High School - M-A-8
The gangs bangin from the streets taught me how to break
South Central LA – Yo can you relate?
I’m Charlie Tuna,
The one who puffed the budda, keep the snapple in the cooler
Used to go to Junior High with sun [?], old skooler
A permanent element in your tournament, tellin' it, prevailent, never delicate when we burnin' it….
Now from LA to the UK we attempt to rock the party with the vibe in the music – You don’t hear that no more hardly,
I can say it’s partly all our faults, smarty.
J-5'll bring you more than the shakin' of a body
Yo a child is born with no state of mind,
But when I first heard a nigga put words to rhymes
I went from Highball cars (?) to [?] Blue All Stars
To hangin' on monkey bars catchin' spiders in [?] jars
So, let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live MCs
Playground tactics, no rabbit-in–a-hat tricks
Just that classic rappin' from Jurassic
We bring the noize, plus the funk - entertaining like a dunk
From a snotty-nosed Prima Dona millionaire punk
But I…I heard a hunch that somebody might munch
Cause' J-5 go together like parties and spiked punch
You're cruise captain crunch
And I'm the 7even seas
Bombin' on MCs
Crushin crues with ease
Brother please, you know my sneeze is a hundred degrees,
With no error
Bring it live like the trio of terror
No mascarra (?), at last Jurass’ surpass pleasure, we’re the last treasures to entice the cash-bearer
Mask wearers who bite my reflection like glass mirrors be trashed bitters who need to consider the past clearer…
What you thought was old and out of date –
We brought it back alive and changed the shape
We put it on wax for those who think
That the vibe we energised has been extinct
So, let’s take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live MCs
Playground tactics, no rabbit-in-a-hat tricks
Just that classic rappin’ from Jurassic
We're takin' it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms
And battles in the back of the classroom
And in the bungalows Game of Death flows
Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove in show
Never the school type – Couldn't pronounce the words right
The class jester, I was flunkin' every semester
The summer ahead, had it burnin' in 86' class cuttin and rhymin' with all the neighbourhood derelicts.
Withn the concrete jungle I’m weak - remain humble;
I kill and I care,
Bounce, flip and tumble
We never fumble, break down or stumble
Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble
Push it like the Daytona, fresh rhymes we blaze on ya
Strictly from California old skool public diploma, we spittin' from every corner,
We flippin' it when we wanna beneath the concrete B Street. Word donors... (?)
So, let’s take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats from real live MCs
Playground tactics, no rabbit-in–a-hat tricks
Just that classic rappin’ from Jurassic
