Y'all mythalogical niggaz is comical
The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you
And embalmin in your crew too
With the musical mystical magical you know how I do
With word attack skills and vocabulary too
My rendition of this Edition is all brand New
You're through I make the planetarian like Doctor Who (who who?)
So Who! (who?)
Born to get tripped on, word is bond
I'm kickin rhymes til the A.M. vultures swarm
Not Quincy but I'm Back on the Block and not sellin crack
I'm comin in with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you sayin black, with all that yackedy yack
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm sayin, I eat up everthing up on the menu
and bend you and send you swayin, to be continued...

Spur of the moment opponents are suspects
Caught up in precipitation reign of the tech/niques
I speak my concepts freak
The ich-ni-son-shi funk figures of speech
Now that shit is in the open, I'm open, tokin, scopin
Waitin for the next nigga to get opened on
And break him down like a organic compound
That's the weight of the world as the Earth goes round
Now, how the fuck you sound?
I represent my clique, Microphone Pound
You better pack your leather, dope, or medication for the shakin
Meditation from the earth-to-quakin shit that we be bakin
Never fakin I gets down for my crown clown
Shakin the membrane of Encyclopedia Brown
Freakin the funk in any throwdown
While you sustain the sounds, up in ya...

I comes down breakin ground
So back up offa me and sit yo' ass down
Now when I'm on the microphone I roam through zones
But don't be tryin this shit at home
No matter what race creed colour him or her
I comes cleaner than Jeru, and Damage an amateur
As chronical facial disorders occur
I'll assassinate your character's caliber
I channel my anger, from the double edged banger (Banger!)
and turn into the microphone strangler
Stop tryin to see where your eyes can't follow
Say goodnight to the world and goodbye to tomorrow
You rave and cuss so it's a must ya get bust
We're not to be fucked with, Toys Ain't Us
For eternity, through infinity
I eternally, get in ya...

What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want? Yeah
We got the funk so come on down
What you folks want?
We got the funk so come on down...

Tags for this video have been changed from 'not, tryin, to, pull, you, leave, it, out' to 'not, tryin, to, pull, you, leave, it, out, the streets, mike skinner' - edited by pho3n1x

alright first off then let me introduce my self
I'm the C to the o-L-D, one Eighty Seven
oooh I heard that the player with the Speech
cause it's me KM.G more flex then sex of the bitch
ooh yes, my brother takes two to the tangle
and since we got them when we get them, we better use the right angle
so I'm push, push in the back of the bush
cause it's a wonderful for feelin'
Yeah, cause we got the good for y'all suckers in ninety deuce
the whole part of gaffle, the whole gallon of zeuce
so I'ma ease up on them, real quick watch me hit them
brothers fall on the racial, what we hit them up for
cause when I'm on the bounce, I roll wit the set then comin' out
to take your car, your women, your whole damn house
so now I strapped with the quickness "yeah"
I flex my ends into my Benz and let God be the witness
oooh I'm finna teach you how the body slam, let me show you
but steppin' to my ball I got somethin' dope for you
so hold zone, to my willie
and don't be scared when we do the bug boogie
Yeah, it's like bam bam, bambam, that's the sound of my heater
when the ill stuff jumps
I keep it strickly confidential, bullet Proof is requested
got the fits in my hand and I've already blessed it
so toast to the record G
cause I'm C-O-L-D, the beat is kinda helpin' and I'm tipsy
cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high
when I get to the hook of the joint, you know why...

To G or not to G, which is the answer, out of control
console your soul
Yeah they're schemin' on the big hit, and tryin' find a quick pick
lookin' for a real shit [tires screeching and car crash]
hold up, but that's counterfeit
on the real the funk don't appeal
You think you got clout, but you really down and out
so hold on tight, as we take you down the running way
how many, how many times I got to tell you that I don't play
ooh and if you don't know, I have to change my barrel
cause I roll on my ride around the way to Sack
oooh, yeah we did it like Venus
see it's been like 89 since the last time you've seen us
tell me, my peoples did you miss me on the real
who's never Paper tramps like hollyfield
Yeah, vision this, that sucker tried to sky me
when I'm harder then Kuwait or california earthquake
cause I got the munchies for your love so come and kick it
but you better come prepared cause it gets kinda wicked
Yeah, cause you can walk a blank if you schemin' for my bank
don't play me like a trick, yo my name ain't Marry
cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high
when I get to the hook of the bullet, you know why...

Sittin here reminiscin back to high school
When everytime I see you, girl, you know that I drool
Day-dreamin in class thinkin what would I say
When I saw you, but you never looked my way
It started freshman year and lasted straight to the 12th grade
I have to give it to you, though, you was top-shelf, babe
I asked myself time and time again: what was it
About me that made me treat me like a buzzard
I speak to you in the hall and you ignore me
You keep walkin and talkin like you never saw me
You didn't have to conversate with me, I can say that
It woulda made my day if you just had waved back
I used to buy you candy, lollypops and gum drops
I even pack a extra-sandwich in my lunch box
You're treatin me like dirt and everyone in the school knows
You call me out my name and crack jokes on my school clothes
If anyone could make you feel good, girl, I could
But you give me that look like you don't wanna be bothered
But that's okay, just keep on frontin, see
Cause one day I'ma make it, and you'll be wantin me
Been tryin hard ever since I graduated
To make it big, and yes, I finally made it
Been doin shows, videos and tv
Now everywhere you go everybody knows me
Now the tables have turned and now it's me you're hawkin
Now I turn up my nose, and keep on walkin
You see, ladies marvel me in clubs frequently
And you make it your duty to come and speak to me
Rememberin how she played me in the past
Yeah, we can talk, I'm in a rush, please make it fast
And we can start off with all the men you been with
And don't come poppin that just-a-friend bit
Remember how you used to diss me and play me out, how
Come you got so much stuff to talk about now?
The word's around town that you're on the money tip
But sorry, I can't do nothin for ya, honey dip
So pardon me as I make my way to the dancefloor
And over to the bar because that's what I came for
Cuties pamperin me with champagne and roses
As I think to myself: thank God for showbiz!
Everywhere I turn girlies throwin me rhythm
Drinkin and thinkin who will be my victim
Here comes that girl that used to diss me
She whispers in my ear could she come home with me
Yup, get your coat and we could shoot north
Took her to the crib, and cold knocked her boots off
After i got it, yo, I never did call back
Thinkin how she used to front like she was all that
It's a new game, and the odds are in my favor
She caught the vapors and nothin could save her

I remember how it all began
I used to sing dirty raps to my east side fans
Back then I knew ya couldnt stop this rap
No m.c. could rock like that
Then the new style came, the bass got deeper
Ya gave up the mike and bought you a beeper
Do ya wanna rap or sell coke?
Brothers like you aint never been broke
People wanna say its just my time
Brothers like me had to work for mine
Eight years on the mike and Im not jokin
Sir too short comin straight from oakland
California, home of the rock
Eight woofers in the trunk, beatin down the block
Short dog, Im that rappin man
I said it before and I ll say it again

Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short

Life is to some people unbearable
Committin suicide and thats terrible
Was it much too much or nothing big?
If ya live my life, youd be fightin to live
Life is to me my main asset
I be doin all right and keep it just like that
Chill out at the house and pump that bass
Im tryin to get rich as I rock the place
Everybodys got that same old dream
To have big money and fancy things
Drive a brand new benz, keep your banck right here
Never hear me stutter once because I talk real clear
Its on you, homeboy, watcha gonna do?
You can take my advice and start workin, fool
Or you can close your ears and run your mouth
And one day, homeboy, ya soon find out

Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short

Life is too short, would you agree?
While Im livin my life, dont mess with me
Its been a long time, baby, since I first got down
But I still keep makin these funky sounds
Cause I dont stop rappin, thats my theme
I make a lot of money, do you know what I mean?
Like this, complicated ya must stay up
Ya asked a simple question boy, dont say what?
Ya only live once and ya callin it hell
Policeman tryin to take ya to jail
You could give a man time but you dont know
I a matter of time, Ill be runnin the show
Now another young buck
wants to be on top
Makin big money, slangin hop
The task force tryin ta peel your cap
Turn around, homeboy, ya better watch your back

Life is too short
Too short
Life is too short

You can take back all the things you give
But ya cant take back the days you live
Life is to some peole whove been on earth
Livin every single day for what its worth
I live my life just how I please
Satisfy one person I know, thats me
Work hard for the things I achieve in life
And never rap fake when Im on the mike
Cause if a dream is all you got, homeboy
Ya gotta turn that dream into the real mccoy
Not time to waste, just get on that case
Ya cant be down cause ya need to taste
A good life livin like a king on a throne
Gettin everything ya want and tryin to have all your own
So life
Dont be stupid though
Cause when ya waste it, youll know

Life is
Life is
All right, thats it

I've always been amused how whenever they want to make someone sound stupid on the simpsons, they give them a southern accent...

"Stop pokin mama, she's tryin to watch her stories!"

he's obviously one of them there flag burnin Socialists tryin to dee-stroy the good ole Yoo Ess Ay!

Yeah, it was a good idea to post that siftalk. I'll think about it and see if I want a video or two to be posted there.

In reply to this comment by alien_concept:
Well I guess that we all don't have the same favourites as other people do of ours, but at least we might try to get as much votes on one or two vids as possible in the shortest space of time. Post whatever you want up there mate, or nothing. Just tryin to fix shit if at all possible

In reply to this comment by mauz15:
Thanks but I actually did not like the fact those 5 videos of mine were my top ones. =]

In reply to this comment by alien_concept:
http://love.videosift.com/talk/Post-Your-Top-Ever-Vid-Here

Well I guess that we all don't have the same favourites as other people do of ours, but at least we might try to get as much votes on one or two vids as possible in the shortest space of time. Post whatever you want up there mate, or nothing. Just tryin to fix shit if at all possible

In reply to this comment by mauz15:
Thanks but I actually did not like the fact those 5 videos of mine were my top ones. =]

In reply to this comment by alien_concept:
http://love.videosift.com/talk/Post-Your-Top-Ever-Vid-Here

http://lyricwiki.org/Barry_McGuire:Eve_Of_Destruction

The eastern world it is exploding
Violence flarin, bullets loadin
You're old enough to kill but not for votin
You don't believe in war but whats that gun you're toting
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin

But you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today
If the button is pushed there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy
It's bound to scare you boy

And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction.

Yeah my blood's so mad feels like coagulating
I'm sitting here just contemplating
I can't twist the truth it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegrating
This whole crazy world is just too frustrating

And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for four days in space
But when you return it's the same old place
The pounding of the drum the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor but don't forget to say grace

And tell me over and over and over and over again my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction
Mm, no, no, you don't believe
We're on the eve of destruction

Maybe he's tryin to hitch a ride to the South Pole...

I got so much trouble on my mind
I refuse to lose
Here's your ticket
Hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to Black
Attack so I sat and japped
Then slapped the Mac(Intosh)
Now I'm ready to mike it
(You know I like it) huh
Hear my favoritism roll "Oh"
Never be a brother like to go solo
Lazer, anastasia, maze ya
Ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm livin', forgiven'
What I'm givin' up
X on the flex hit me now
I don't know about later
As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man I've had it up to here
Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear
Rhetoric said
Read just a bit ago
Not quittin' though
Signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from gettin' jerked
Changin' some ways
To way back in the better days
Raw metaphysically bold
Never followed a code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am God knows
Cause it's comin' from the heart
What I got better get some
(Get on up) hustler of culture
Snakebitten
Been spit in the face
But the rhymes keep fittin'
Respects been givin' how's ya livin'
Now I can't protect a pad off defect
Check the record
An reckon an intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall
Broke the laws
Not my fault they're fallin' off
Known as fair square
Throughout my years
So I growl at the livin' foul
Black to the bone my home is your home
So welcome to the Terrordome
Subordinate terror
Kickin' off an era
Cold deliverin' pain
My 98 was 87 on a record yo
So now I go Bronco

Crucifixion ain't no fiction
So called chosen frozen
Apology made to who ever pleases
Still they got me like Jesus
I rather sing, bring, think reminisce
'Bout a brother while I'm in sync
Every brother ain't a brother cause a color
Just as well could be undercover
Backstabbed, grabbed a flag
From the back of the lab
Told a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold down the river
Still some quiver when I deliver
Never to say I never know or had a clue
Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin', basin'
Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan?
I rope a dope the evil with righteous
Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even
C'mon down
And welcome to the Terrordome.
Caught in the race against time
The pit and the pendulum
Check the rhythm and rhymes
While I'm bendin' 'em
Snakes blowin' up the lines of design
Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em
How to fight the power
Cannot run and hide
But it shouldn't be suicide
In a game a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize
Every brother ain't a brother
Cause a Black hand
Squeezed on Malcom X the man
The shootin' of Huey Newton
From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger

It's weak to speak and blame somebody else
When you destroy yourself
First nothing's worse than a mother's pain
Of a son slain in Bensonhurst
Can't wait for the state to decide the fate
So this jam I dedicate
Places with racist faces
Just an example of one of many cases
The Greek weekend speech I speak
From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach)
I don't smile in the line of fire
I go wildin'
But it's on bass and drums even violins
Watcha do gitcha head ready
Instead of gettin' physically sweaty
When I get mad
I put it down on a pad
Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin'
Fear of high rollin'
God bless your soul and keep livin'
Never allowed, kickin' it loud
Droppin' a bomb
Brain game intellectual Vietnam
Move as a team
Never move alone
But
Welcome to the Terrordome

I grab a chorus like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too tough, gettin snuffed all in the cut
Aiyyo it's diggedy Das whassup higgedy here to fuck it up
Nuttin move but the green my team be on the shine
Shiggedy shine like a light, Hit Squad we keep it tight
I light an L I ring your bells so go tell cuz it's the ill figure
Timberland boots, Rolex, with a Benz
Diggy Das EFX snap necks with PMD
Bringin the raw so you can see a b-boy is what I be
See I just can't resist this, cause Business is Business
So money mind your business, and shorty keep your distance
I did this once before, hardcore, forever in it
Tryin to win it, thank God for hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it

Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic
and you don't stop, got the Hit Squad backin me
Aiyyo we riggeddy rock your set
and I bet you never ever tackle me
What happened P?
You know what happened B I'm on mission and
lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman
hat, it ain't over til the fat chickenhead catch
wreck
Aiyyo yo it's diggedy Das EFX
The sewer rap so iggedy act like you know though
And me the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
friend, can't even trust nobody
It goes liggedy-la-di-da-di
Higgedy hit you with the shotty
So to whom it may concern, from yours truly, no other
My style's butter, that's word to mother, underground gutter
B-boy brother, no singin chords, just rugged
Low budget, thought you was that nigga but you wasn't
Riggedy rough rugged and raw, straight from the floor
Fearless like the Four, Zsa Zsa like Gabor
Babe-Pah, we zonin up the hydro Squad by my side so
All my real heads keep it live represent

The marxist mulatto is a multi-millionaire, NAMbLArunner.

Even den he be tryin' to scam free housin' off deh White man!

Midnight chillin' at A.M P.M.
Coolin' drinkin' apple juice
In Evil's BM
The sound's up loud
To attract attention
rmoraled tires
On a lowered suspension
Nardi to steer with
Alpine deck was glowin'
Bumpinn' Big Daddy
And the nigga was definitely flowin'
I was ridin' shotgun
Donald and Hen in back
Look thru the tint recognized a jack
Two brothers strolled up
Talkin' bout get out
Donald D blazed
Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth
Why would they step
When they know we're strapped?
I never cruise L.A.
Without a Gat in my lap
The other fool shot
Caut the E in the shoulder blade
I busted thru the ca door
That's where the nigga laid
Hen jumped out
Dropped two nines in his forehead
Evil was bleedin' bad
The car seats were turnin' red
Looked to my left
There were two more carloads
Niggas in hats and hoods
In an attack mode
And they hadn't yet begun to fight
E hit the gas
It was one past midnight!
We boned down Vernon
Right on Normandie
Left on Florence
Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s
Spun out on Vermont
Made a left on Colden
Right on Hoover
E where we goin'?
He didn'T even answer that
Checked the reaar view
They were still out back
Where were these brothers from?
What made these brothers come
Bang! our back window
Was removed by a shotgun
Now Hen G was shot
Don caught a ricochet
These motherfuckers was ill
They didn't come to play
Bust a right turn, parked
and then we got left
Hid in the the bushes
Shot the gas tank to fake death
But would this really
Keep them psyched?
Three of us bleedin'
It was ten past midnight!
I really didn't like
How this shit was goin' down
Wrong night, wrong time
Wrong fuckin' part of town
Ya see we was deep
In the Hoover's hood
Three niggas bleedin'
That shit don't look good!
See over there red don't go
Some places red's all they know
But not our luck
Tonight we was real fucked
Borke down an alley
And we instantly had to duck
Fuckin' police on a gang sweep
No time to deal with one time
So we had to creep
Broke thru a back yard
Ran thru a vacant lot
E, Hen and Don kept up
To be some niggas shot
Shit was gettin' craazy
So I had to get busy
Hen was bleedin' worse
And Evil was gettin' dizzy
Looked in a parking lot
I needed a snatch bar
Had to hot wire
So I moved on an old car
It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do
Started it up
And scooped my whole crew
Two blocks later
We saw fuckin' blue lights
The pigs were behind us
It was half past midnight!
When they pulled us over
Shit got worse
I waited till they got out
And then I hit reverse
Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall
Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty yall
Don't know how
But somehow we got away
Lost the jackers, the cops
Dumped the G.T.A.
Made it back to the hood
Fixed the crew up
And even though Evil's car blew up
We made it home and then I crashed out
Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout
Then somethin' woke me up
From my dark sleep
The sound of fuckin' police
When they're tryin' to creep
Broke thru my door
With no goddamn warning
Looked at my watch
It was six in the mornin'!