@user-565852577 i think they played around with the censor issues enough to still make it good

[Hip-Hop] 1990

03 Final Frontier

You're One of a Kind
© 2025 Geoff French

[Verse 1]
Falling through the depths, but it feels like I'm flying high
Every glance that you throw, sparks a fire in my mind
Heartbeat racing, our rhythm just can't be denied
Caught up in your smile, like a thief I can't hide
And when you whispered my name, the world began to shift
Knew I was lost in your gaze, like I found the perfect gift
With every touch, words unspoken, feelings intertwine
This blessing feels right, girl, you're one of a kind

[Chorus]
In this moment, we sway, lost in passion's embrace
Every heartbeat, it plays, like a song we can't replace
Can you feel it tonight? Just let the vibe ignite
In this dance we create, I lose myself in your light

[Verse 2]
Dreams of you and I, like the canvas of desire
Coloring our hearts, lighting flames like a fire
No need for a map, I’m following your lead
With every step closer, I’m finding what I need
You rise in my thoughts, like the dawn breaking through
All my fears seem to fade when I'm here next to you
It's a journey, my love, that I'm ready to face
With you beside me, girl, I’ve found my place

[Chorus]
In this moment, we sway, lost in passion's embrace
Every heartbeat, it plays, like a song we can't replace
Can you feel it tonight? Just let the vibe ignite
In this dance we create, I lose myself in your light

[Bridge]
Every second's a dream, spinning round like a tale
Echoes of our laughter floating soft on the trail
Hand in hand we’ll roam, where our hearts can explore
With you I'm alive, there's so much more in store

[Chorus]
In this moment, we sway, lost in passion's embrace
Every heartbeat, it plays, like a song we can't replace
Can you feel it tonight? Just let the vibe ignite
In this dance we create, I lose myself in your light

[Verse 3]
Falling through the depths, but it feels like I'm flying high
Every glance that you throw, sparks a fire in my mind
Heartbeat racing, our rhythm just can't be denied
Caught up in your smile, like a thief I can't hide
And when you whispered my name, the world began to shift
Knew I was lost in your gaze, like I found the perfect gift
With every touch, words unspoken, feelings intertwine
This blessing feels right, girl, you're one of a kind

You're One of a Kind

*****G-FUNK/R'N'B*****

♫♪♫└A FUNKY CALI BABY♫♪♫

(*$*)Real G-Funk & Gangsta Dope(*$*)

L.A/Bay Area Representz 

CALI BOUNCE HOMIE

2Pac Feat K-Ci & JoJo Thug N U Thug N Me (OGFUNKWEST Remix)

The Awakening

Brainstorm / P.S.K. (No Gimmicks Remix) [feat. KRS-One & O.C.]

Big L featuring Big Daddy Kane - "Platinum Plus" track 12 off his "The Big Picture" released in 2000.

Big L - Platinum Plus (feat. Big Daddy Kane)

Eazy E - Sippin On A 40

Wu Tang Clan - Bring da Ruckus (1993) Hip Hop Classics (Exclusive)

Terminator X - Juvenile Delinquintz (1990)

Jus Def & X-Town Posse - Situation Critical (1990) Explicit

Jus Def & X-Town Posse - Funky On The Freestyle (1990)

Here I go again, ready to flow again
Better hope my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic get warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm
Jet for the exit, why hang around?
Words that I found make the mic melt down
If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I amputate
And whoever don't break, I'mma suffocate
Leave em with asthma, you better pass the
Mic to the massacre master that has the
Power to build and destroy at the same time
So track the wack and the right and exact will shine
Make the beat overheat, but I won't stop
So evacuate the spot when the mic's hot
Switch it from one hand to another
And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover
Because I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb
As if I escaped from Vietnam
Some people label me lethal
Lyrics I made then put beats to
Format, collapse your lungs, twist your tongues
You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums
Words that I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B-eing the fly human being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, cause it's the mister suffocator
What I write its like shoving a mic down your windpipe
Don't let him bite rhymes Rakim write
No mic-to-mouth resuscitation is necessary
No obituary, and nothing left to bury
As he strikes on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'mma strike again
I meditate off the break, till the place shakes
Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother
The stage is stomping grounds -- run for cover

Evacuate the building, danger, cause I came to explain a
Strategy that'll be tragic automatically
Havin' me to cause another catastrophe
All you gotta do is give Rakim the
Microphone and the crowd'll yell timber
Buildings collapsin', rappers getting trapped in
Areas closed off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, barricade the cross-fade
Put a detour sign on the stage
Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
And been using ever since
The days in the park when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, determined and dark-skinned
Making it hard to walk the streets at night
For those who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's living large better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge
Surround by the sound of the beat-down another brother
This is stomping grounds, run for cover
Wheels or foot better not stay put
Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked
Then you got seven minutes to vacate the premises
Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes
Don't act wild, single file to the door
No need for an encore, just clear the floor
Cause my mic's about to self destruct
The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned
Cause minutes from now it won't be standin'
Then send out an A.P.B.: All Poets Beware of a brother like me
Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture?
How many biting MCs can I capture?
Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth
Take over they route, play 'em out like a cub scout
So leave trooping for MCs at war
And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score
Cause me and the drummer make drama, and that's word to mother
Run for cover

Eric B & Rakim - Run for Cover (1990)

King Tee | Played Like A Piano (1990) Radio Mix

Terminator X & Bonnie N' Clyde | Homey Don't Play Dat (1990)

D.I.T.C.

Thick (feat. A.G., Big L. & O.C.)

Lyrics:


Yo! we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*)

[KRS-One]
The type of lyrical terrorism that I present
Educates people, at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up, I had to use the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin, "Damn, Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is not legit
You heard _Criminal Minded_, and bit the whole shit
Now if I punch you in your face I'd be wrong
Don't even think about battling with a song
You'll be gone, your career ain't strong enough to call my bluff
You ain't rough, you ain't tough, you'll be handcuffed
With your ribcage crushed
Naked in a box, with multicolored tube socks
You know my FUCKIN name
Blastmaster KRS is thinkin LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (repeat 4X)

[KRS-One]
They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison
(You await and this is faggot, your ass you'll be given)
Who you kiddin?  You're only tryin to rock a party
You ain't really down to shoot nobody
So why you frontin?  Sayin from the cops you be runnin
In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
Until your ass is bein pumped by some faggot named Lionel
In jail you ain't got respect
You a fairy, I'll be takin your commisary
And the picture of your sister, mister
As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed
I'm just thinkin LONG range
People died so I can rhyme..
you think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick
Plus you're on my dick
Changin the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct
You know my FUCKIN name!
Blastmaster KRS is thinking LONG range!

Yeah we in there, yeah yeah (*repeats*)

This is the part where the ladies get ill (yeah, yeah)
This is the part where the fellas get ill (yeah, yeah)
This is the part where East Coast gets ill (yeah, yeah)
This is the part where the West Coast gets ill (yeah, yeah)

We In There - KRS One/B.D.P. - Ali Shaheed Muhammad (A Tribe Called Quest) RMX

Do you know Mad Skillz? Well, you've heard his words spoken many many times. He's a prolific ghostwriter, who sources say has worked within the trifecta of well known "verse-purchasers": Dr. Dre, Will Smith and Puffy. We won't speculate on who else has spit his quotables, but he's put in work for sure. He also blessed us with over 10 years of annual urban/ pop-culture wrap-ups, this past one being his last.

He also released 6 studio albums. His first in 1996, and his follow-ups 6 years later and onwards (yikes). I was super into his first single Nod Factor backed with Skillz in '95. But my FAV joint, which I actually got from my Neighbourhood back in the day was this 12" he dropped around '97, which was a remake of Slick Rick's classic Lick The Balls. The B-Side, Conceited Bastard is crazy. Both joints are produced by Danja Mowf (who later produced Gimme More by Britney Speares). Here's both joints and the Conceited Bastard Instrumental.

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