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Locate Zero
01:18
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disappearing act, they're fearing that i'm returning
while i'm gearing up, defeat's burden and sink feeling
heart in cleats for the weak
now it ain't that smart to spar 'cause my reach isn't Boston thin
resurrect the leach that brought oxygen
out of the lungs of one Washington
or play Alan Burr to Aggie Rock
hippies that rock ten dollar moccasins, Hamilton not my kin
i used to rent Colisseum Video
and watch Macho Man talking to Arsenio
really though i'm all about Carlos playing brass on a Synergy
while flying over the Rockies, you kiddin' me?
lose your head Wendy, orchestrate villain in me
oscillate imagery i'll rock ya infinitely
no need for a spinach can
you need a comparison? i hit with a Lennox hand
you're lifting a centigram in sentence land
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Omega Supreme Soundwave
02:29
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I don't play drums good
I'm a shitty drummer
fifteenth anniversary Brick
Eddie Bones gave dap to me after i spit
called Life After God "Devo," man how classic is this?
dis track, i'm snapping on those who acted as if
your man Will C. wasn't Mr. Magic's
Juice Crew affiliate and this is madness
i called up MC Shan one day and he said that
he'd been thinking 'bout a talk we had back when: fact
Premier said it on the radio...
"shouts to Will C. ya know what I'm sayin',
who was part of the whole Juice Crew"
... i made it pro
truths un-fadeable but i once was silent
'bout the fact you were jealous cause my cuts were violent
when i clutch the mic you are in flux designing your set
considering miming mine depressed
when i left the first time you rejoiced openly
but your group's record should've been called "We Clash Vocally"
Will C. don't go, Will C. don't go
no more dicking around, i'm sticking around
the mic that i'm using ain't something ya touch
you'll have a hard time admitting that i'm fucking you up, say
Will C. don't go, Will C. don't go
no more playing with you, i like devastating
look me in the eyes 'cause i'm never joking
confess that my rhyme hexed your serotonin
pipe it down for a second
i don't usually do this
hey, cool the guitar!
where to begin, why did i leave?
they say "why didn't ya call?" but didn't you see?
Eli's Prism got spins on the BBC
but my own so called friends would try to chump me
i found that funny
didn't think they had a leg to stand on
now the leg's a bum knee
act above me, and it reminds me
of the new Pope's doves getting crushed divinely
you notice these days the voices are shaky
they block my calls 'cause they know that they played me
yet one time a friend from Germany did it
let him sleep on my couch and he became a critic
'cause the beats that he made were recycling others
if you don't recognize Public Enemy sucker
how you gonna be the boy who reviews my music?
i'll Shelley Duvall ya'll, come question Kubrick
one more!
Noooo
believe it or not, the official voice of hip hop
i am super rockin' Mr. Magic
welcoming you and yours
with the newest member of the Juice Crew
my man Will C.
some brand new flavor on your radio!
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3. |
Will C.'s Theme
02:08
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you think what's the matter but some rush to hear it
hush the chatter and run, bust the lyrics!
some say the hero had done just the trick
messed up his ego, concussed a thick head
"what's the sequel?" some would rush it
crush their buzz and at once cut the budget
so crunch the sum of the cost, bluff
upchuck your pride and your off, tough
tripped up? then watch this, begin flight simulator
the manipulator holding it down
it's 35 millimeters on a merry-go-round
converting stereo sound above a burial
so ground the wires and plug the cables
for once in my life i'd like to be able to
put it in my past fast as ever
that's the rap now clap together or crack in terror
you say that i gotta relax
we all gotta relax, we hafta chill
this is the hero, this is the villain
this is the feeling listening to Will
C. i, i know that i gotta relax
we all gotta relax, we hafta chill
this is the hero, this is the villain
this is the feeling listening to Will C.
that's right
korben dallas style
sy-fy style
larry c style
as for me who me
i go by the name
of
will c
tryin' to find something else
i'm messing with your mind
messing with your mind
press rewind
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4. |
Super Blast Two
03:17
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yo I'm playing devil's advocate, damn it i got a mac it fits
amulets of a lacquer i'm scanning and panning accurate
sanding the wax to patterns and damaging pads i'm tapping
i'm wearing commands down 'til the coolin' fan that's in back of it's
stamped inadequate, amateurs synching flatter kicks and
the kid you panned as the devil is linked to Nazareth's man
sifting through pallets, i'm a wiz with data chips
i don't sing no sadder pitch, no re-neering as a mix
i can make a swell jingle with some string and gravel bits
with more reverb than Rammell and "king" and gavel hits
that'll sting your passages and singe your fabrics
here's a message for cats making beats that are out of it
put your drum in R bass and the kit is a thick thunder
put a kick on the one and define a hit number
add a filter to this and your prime or just slumber
or get steamrolled by my goals and you're gonna
get with it idiot this isn't simple pity
this kid isn't an affiliate really we can't get rid of this
synonym for a silly bitch, pistol whip with the rhythm i'm serious
i could flip out and hit him if he is really this
dumb 'til i'm furious, dumpin' for fun or nothing
isn't worth it, i'm above it but a herb in your circle is worthless
we put together the freshest clique 'til ya threw in a wrench in it
'til ya flew in from exodus to be friends with us
'til all of our expenditures went into your irrelevant shit
talking loud saying nothing sucker ventriloquist
i'm crushin' bustin' with diligence, gettin' filaments lit
has become a business and i'm winnin' in it
i'm willing to bet - i'm comet speed admonishing improper and quick
you're in the middle of it pummeled by sticks hitting drums
so go fuck yourself you simpleton crumbs
it's my rhyme vs. your frustrated Wimbledon grunts
you're a dunce
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5. |
Ancient Spirit
03:30
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Will C. a quasar, the sequel will stay raw
i'm leaping my range far, reaching for planes
and dragging 'em deep into caves underneath a domain
deranged creep'll compete with calm cheaper crew claims
the feeble erased, you see to be believable lace
the beat with behemoths like me or you'll be Cheadle replaced, and heated
defeated, deflated the lie to my face is paining
you're eyes'll be lakes and draining, obliging deep bass is banging
while ya'll try, but never get it together
this is the ledge and you're Shredder, man i compress with the lever
and cricket stick em i'm clever, crack dig 'em smack 'em whatever
it takes to break 'em and back 'em into a corner forever
i rattle ya, 'cause it's rapid, yo mold it to tracks
stand over collapsed, foes hoping to mask
the shows they opened up where they boast but don't attack
a toast to what we know, i know you'll notice that
i'm potent just like i'm powerful
force driven by ancient spirit
i'm potent just like i'm powerful
feel it, hear it
i'm potent just like i'm powerful
force driven by ancient spirit
i'm potent just like i'm powerful
a metaphor for living, bass amplified
Am i crazy if i brag in my rhymes
with assault to nickel cadmium or battery rhymes
when i waltz into the vatican, they add i'm divine
among talks of staffers adamant i sat in a shrine
yo i laugh as if Syd Barrett and i'm madder at times
like hey... yo just add a sax and that'll be fine
laying back, a bit of apathy i snap and assign
so the next task'll be trap synapse and shine
a design deep as the record for the evil impaired
and most these rappers try to reinvent the wheel with a square
making tracks overlapping with the seasonal craze
but don't know they're repeating something people have made
and sinking deep in the sand beneath a beastly maze
made of leaves and branch, when it sleets it rains
then it freeze your hands til your teeth'll bang
chatter and keep the beat as you're weak in pain, shatter
let it boil, it won't splatter
man it just sings and damn it don't matter
damage those kings, expose the foe's chatter
you're not the former and half the latter
i'm potent just like i'm powerful
force driven by ancient spirit
i'm potent just like i'm powerful
feel it, hear it
i'm potent just like i'm powerful
force driven by ancient spirit
i'm potent just like i'm powerful
a metaphor for living, bass amplified
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7. |
Fly Trap
03:54
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this is the legendary
the kool
the dj the red alert
we about to make it happen
right here for you right now ok?
so why don't you just go ahead
and just check it out for yourself!
cycles
unplanned duplication
so i clash with erica, never mean to be rude
inevitably leads to leaving you
alas, rehashed beef with no control
i can see it's clear we both need to roam, accept it
my young friends went from avoiding weddings
and giving mic checks to liking nice women to fight with
to saying they tied knots with heaven, expert war methods
them of course reckless
i'm a man, not desolate dependent
see i holler zen, they trap and cage brethren
they grasp and make gents of your basket case friends
and emasculate them
besides love there's less action i'd bet
like a castanet chattering, snapping in cliques/clicks
so as i laugh at haste, badgering
ask if they're proud of their path, they have to say "yes"
living fast's a fly trap
cats'll trade in passion for lilacs
half'll get played and find that
that living fast's a fly trap
we became lovers before we were friends
Sue we're back together again, between me and you
i'll never besiege or be mean to you
and as, years passed yield broken homes
you experience fear of being old and alone, and dread it
you once intended for a story book ending
as in a white picket fence and bright type to end your life with
instead might knot-tie with second
best for the record, before the friendship's
foundation base is yet well cemented
Whodini warned me way back age eleven
...friends...
chase that and may end up
with sappy lame dates unhappy state tense
like that does it with trashy bar searching
I'm glad to get settled with Sue, my safe bet
but as i gravitate at her ask if i'm glad
or if my actions mask my fate "yes"
living fast's a fly trap
cats'll trade in passion for lilacs
half'll get played and find that
that living fast's a fly trap
son i'm past the bad weather between me and sue
i dreaded the scene, she split me from you
a task, we snapped, she hoped for control
seeing media tears, pleads for me to go, i left it
the fun ended, a divorce is severing
all of it is a mess and it's my life
adults are childish and let the tied knot lesson
left for the dead, weak wars of sexes
this sets the stage, a lot less presence
who warned me "pause"? aw to hell with it
hey after this settles we'll see with new lenses
relax, some days vent
we rise above it and as of late there's a miraculous
end to the drastic weight stress
you're all hoping that marriage is magic
like "honey will you please do that?" you'll say "yes"
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8. |
Comma Trauma
02:05
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mr. transistor blister rides again
been mystified since i decided
ten times better designs'll take time and cheddar
won't bind with bread so fives climb to Ben or
Grant bills i ventilate, stand stills i generate
Grant Hill's are over the ant's building, second rate
i demand chills, you see these hand skills?
an underground alien: E.T. landfills
see Will is smooth when preparing a rare speech
and hearing the basement in the way that a chair squeaks
okay (Oh, Kaye), Carol lay into that bass
and Tom'll lay in the grass, it's class, it's that great
honeysuckle breeze with the sax on acetate
stereo mix of "do it again" master tape
and though i got that spiritual vibe
i still scream putting fear in there mind, like you know why
i got tracks that have most cats scratching
don't mean jiggas on wax with traction
they beam "where'd you find that stack, just askin'?"
with plaques behind glass and poster's framed
good for you
but keepin' it sealed is known as lame
a pissing competition isn't lost tradition
afraid to cause friction on a groove is sickening
and this ain't your dad's damn hi-fi setup
where if he catches ya checkin the spines twice he's fed up
hey i slice and shred up, guillotine no question
don't wanna be dead with pristine collections
inherit it, kid you might see the best things
or unhinge if you seek astronomy
and know that you're that small, remote sonically
becoming upset with what you're not? then follow me
or be possessed by the Gods demonically like
comma trauma
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Demolition
03:02
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Dad was a rebel, Alaskan meadow bound
a Supertramp 8-tracked van to get around
a road trip outta high school, a flat tire
with classmates and the black lab was Sapphire
northern lights then down to Cali
had to stick a thumb out, run outta Napa Valley
all across the nation he saw many faces
but got a gun pulled at point blank range
off a back road, made it to the midwest singing
on some 'oooh-weee' - is this living?
man is it dying when not excessive flyin'
but flipping an 18-wheel truck and sighing
the Corvette crashing, askin' for a square
after his life flashed 5 times he wasn't scared
so how's your genetic makeup compare?
Jamaica say you will against the scraping of gears
you all became complacent
i'm a cyclorama version of a far bizarrer painting
say "the horror" Marlon, waiting
take it to the bridge and kill it
like KRS when he left with Marley's kit-it
back in '86 admitted
devastating - anvil demolishing
leveling - all crews are caught up in
my path - my wrath astonishing
demolition man / demonic king
see i make 'em make 'em, say yes to super
i stand for nothing, C stands for "cooler"
we band together in key jams and do a
lotta damage...
but as a rookie i was young in the back of the club
hung up on acting above 20 and laughing, i'm buzzed
Trevor was sneaking' me in, 7 would easily spin
elbow to beeper crowd, i'm bout to be leaving' now
(say peace and a high five), a pizza at Hi Fi
(the beast in me 9 lives), a feline of my size
(but more like a dog man) the KORG is in Braun's hands
and orbiting Mars warping to Oz in a far land
(dreamer) you know you are a (dreamer) my man
i'm always off somewhere to feed a
deep cause on the breeze i'm a lean on cedar
trees and leave to see where the bees are freer
but for now it's the pie slice to finish
pay the chick with the dyed highlights and spinach
biceps, i rest my eyes and give it
My best, i guess 9 lives diminish, ah yes
devastating - anvil demolishing
leveling - all crews are caught up in
my path - my wrath astonishing
demolition man / demonic king
put the pressure on him
here's curley with a big hit
will curley with that hit on bisbing
hit of the night
hit of the night
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impoverished children in what?
i don't get your rhyme
explain it
impoverished children in hell holes
fly clothes with gazelles/Cazals and shell-toes and self respect
silence - the universe fell quiet
i took a wireless mic, united tribes in alliance
it's a science
until the only other sounds the sweep
of easy wind and all that downy flake
from town to space no atoms allowed to shake
and vibrate, i transmit live it's high stakes
on a megatron, earth's population watched
like Tom Edison, lit it ablaze, i ripped it onstage
the earth's population clapped to this
"you got excited, you almost snapped your wrist"
see it's a world tour, the thirst for more
i rip it like i'm cursin' yours in diverse corners
of the earth's curvatures and turfs recording rhymes
i'm the king the cat that has to go for mine
among - fixed gazes of all these eyes
my switch blade rap slashed the clouds in the sky
the rain evaporated on flats
precipitation was crafted into vapors til you couldn't see past your face
in Asia, i was a basket case
my style was a cadence many could not grasp
a battle was wack
i couldn't hear what they had to say
but didn't fear i could smash all day
LP with a bass line something like Passion Play
have fun, roll his ass away, overcast display
gonna turn to clear skies,
Johnny the Fox, when will they realize, we destroy it
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Fly Trap (Instrumental)
03:46
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