U.G.K. | Something Good (1992)

Lord Finesse | Hey Look At Shorty (1991)

M.O.G. | Takin' No Shit (1992) Explicit

10° Below | Hey Hottie (1993)

Poizon Posse | Sexy (1993) LP Mix

Yeah... Dig the scene. The word-cartwheel. The semantic spore.

Catacomb cadence... in a neon nomad's coat.
My thoughts are oysters... but the pearls are anecdote.
I speak in Rorschach blotches... on a ticker-tape parade,
A spoonful of oblivion... in a glass of lemonade.

I am the sidewalk... (I am the sidewalk)
The philosophic fungus, the sentimental chalk.
My logic is a pretzel... in a bakery of sound,
The lost-and-found box... where all the meanings drowned.

Eyeball the sunbeam... till it coughs up its gold.
The story's getting senile... and it's never even told.
I traffic in the tangerine... the ultraviolet hum,
The dictionary's dandruff... on a snare-drum's thumb.

Semaphore with jellyfish... in a lukewarm sea,
My punchline is a question... that forgot its grammar key.
I am the eggman!... (Yeah, the eggman!)
Cataloguing whispers from a broken radio,
Waltzing with a paper tiger in a peacock shadow-show.

So, shovel all your reason... into tidy little stacks.
I'm knitting with the yarn... that's hanging from your own two backs.
The cobweb is the network... the fly is the main event,
A beatnik benediction... on a lease that heaven lent.

The jukebox is weeping... polka-dots and glue.
Goo goo g'joob.

Dig the Scene

Tribe Vibes_02

save my life

K-Solo - Letterman (Pete Rock Mix) (1992)

I came to set 'em straight, and let em know
Whoever's holding the best, just let him go
Cause here's the inside scoop on the fiend
They wanna know why I'm seldom seen
Cause who needs the TV screens and magazines
Or shooting through the city in fly limousines
There's one thing I don't like, it's the spotlight
Cause I already got light
They be like, yo we had a get together last week
And we know everyone was there except the Black Sheik
Because my schedule is tight, I gotta write
I'm deep in the archives, and keeping 'em hyped
It's been a long time, since you heard a strong rhyme
None of these are weak so when you bite on mine
We can trace the hits and then name that style
Emcees'll be out of a job for a while
I reposess your indentification
So hand in your application
Put your mic on strike until you're unemployed
Contract is up and I'm stamping it void
Your selection ain't that selective
So I'mma put you in your proper perspective
On the dancefloor, and doing the shake
Ready to let em brake, set em straight

Somebody said I set 'em up and pulled the plug on 'em
But instead I let 'em go on so I could bug on 'em
Go 'head and flow, cause I close the show
Swing a song for the ladies and rhyme real slow
For instance, once I commence
The crowd is convinced
So now you know who to put your money on
Hurry up, before your money's gone
Cause I'm the most common denominator
Orchestrate a rhyme much greater
I'm like a world almanac, so tell the media
Giving 'em information like encyclopedia
So bring a dictionary, so you can look it up
So you know what I mean, when I hook it up
No misconceptions although I complicate
But this concept'll set em straight
They even said that I was locked in jail
So now I guess I'm out on bail?
The only island I was on was the Strong one
And if I did my bid, it'll be a long one
Cause if I sold weight, I'd be Upstate
In the penile, waiting for a break
Cause selling drugs is for handicaps
I got too many skills besides busting rough raps
If I go to jail, it won't be for selling key's
It'll be for murdering emcees
The beat'll take over your heart, then I start
To cut em in half, cause rhymes are razor sharp
Secure the exits, all emcees remain
Cause we got a crowd to entertain
And I know, when I go, I'll flow dangerous
Brains'll bust, what you trying to explain to us?
You got lost, and couldn't go on
Came up short, so here's one to grow on
Elevate off a high IQ
In time, you'll find I'm true
Cause once I start on a piece of art
From sun to moon and light to dark I build the Ark
Now you can float off the rhymes I wrote
I'm sure that we'll hit shore without a boat
You could bring a battleship and still get shipwrecked
Attacked with a torpedo, what did you expect?
Drifting up the creek, without a beat or a paddle
Castaway on a raft and stand fragile
Rescue your crowd, which ain't a hard job
Me and my knowledge put together, I'm a lifeguard
Dealing with actual facts it sold out fat
Here and now, but I go so far back
To bring you up to date, so we can elevate
It's no time to wait, or anticipate
Cause I'm never late, I'm gonna motivate
So I can let 'em break, and set 'em straight

Eric B & Rakim | Set Em Straight (1990)

Wanted: Dead or Alive

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo | Bad to the Bone (1990) Remix

M.O.G. | Takin' No Shit (1992) Explicit

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