Wicket things a grown'Rudebwoy!

Wer hat Rhymes von unseren Local Heros, die die es werden wollen oder von den U.K. Artists???

Vielleicht sammeln wir hier mal ein paar Texte, damit auch die Leute, die immer an MC's, Texten,...etc. rummekkkern...
Mal lesen was unsere MC's am Mic so erzählen ...vielleicht ändert sich ja die ein oder andere Meinung!!!

Würde mich freuen wenn hier auch n paar Rhymes reinstellt!


So hier der erste Text:

Title: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU R?
Date: 01.02.2001
Written by: $pyda, Navigator,
Feature:

Who do you think you are?
thru you a drive up inna de city inna big fancy car
you think you a supastar
well me know say from dem deh man me haffe stay far
Who do you think you are?
you inna expensive suit & you a burn big cigar
you think you a supastar
a man a him a gwaan like him a dappa but him naa go reach far


Hey bwoy, well look you no fe tek man simple
you insignificant just like a spot or a pimple
perplex me tranquil, me forehead a wrinkle
Blak Taran mek dem haffe face de rusty double barrel
Dem never see me when me come round de bend
dem only feel when a cool breeze a pass dem
the frienemy a come him a pretend to be friend
A worries & trouble & problem when me buck dem up again

Chorus x1

Well, me tell dem look you know, me naa joke you know
from dem see me face, me start fe get serious
Want fe know me name, alonga wid me alias
me put down me 4, me put down me 9
punk decide fe run & feel say him coulda hide
me bust de mack11 & it light up de sky
punk think dat me gone, but me have him inna me sight
& you know me naa miss if a day or, well if day or (night)

When me come wid de big long ting
Punk inna me way, him haffe feel de discipline
Then again, When me come wid de chopper
go fe you piece weh sound decent & proper
YOW......!!!
Now dem vex fe see we face
ca we disrupt de place
but a who start de war
& a what it start for
nobody want fe admit
dat a dem start it
so we bust a anti tank
& lick de target
Tings come up to bump, we haffe back out de Pump-
Action... bring back bad reaction
When de smoke clear, a me & Blak Taran
inna full panoramic & a militant stance
Face straight like a Judge, ARROGANT, IGNORANT..
dem know say dem can't test de Rawhill Camp
punk try a ting, dem style get cramp
A SO DEM KNOW, A SO DEM KNOW... HEY....

Dem no want fe get inna me way, for if dem get me vex dem naa go see another day
now de tables turn, dem see Blak Tarantulla still standing firm
Somebody call de police
helicopter inna de sky
silencer pon me nozzle
mek sure me face hide
first me tek out de camera
then me tek out dat light
well who dem want search for
& who dem want find
Badman represent from a Rawhill camp
if dem ever test now we put dem inna cramp
see me big mach11 light up de sky
who dem want fe test man wid 4&9
remember say we come from up a where
Rawhill Camp me say each & every day
slaving pon ridim we fe ride anywhere
East, West, North, South, tell dem again

Title: MO'FIRE (ORIGINAL VERSION)
Date: 01.03.2002
Written by: $pyda, Navigator, Soultrain,
Feature: Tenor Fly, Shabba D.



Mo’ Fire, Bag o’ wire, Blaze the liar, get the kyah, come gimme the dollar, HEY… X2

Well a who them a follow, the godfather, a we a de founder, the vibesbringer,
No dead ringer. NO… X2

I can’t tek the way how some punk them dealing.
The way them treat me bad dem done hurt me feeling
Them want me 4 & 9 them want it start revealing
Somebody fe get murder me say blood pon the ceiling
I don’t like the way how the punk dem dealing
Walk inna me way a try fe diss me feeling
Phassy over deh so you fe get me meaning
With the Soultrain & Navigator come we burn dem

HOOK….>>>>> X2

Mr. What you called?
Me noeven know your name.
You no come nowhere inna the badbwoy hall of fame
How you want fe diss all the youths dem pon the main
I going to put inna coffin send you pon the first plane
Thru we a shotter, hitter, serial killer.
Go a you funeral & all drink out you liquor
When you a bury we stand next to vicar
Fling on some dirt and mek you bury little quicker
Shouldn’t test the youth’s dem in the Tommy Hilfiger.
Hug up you Mama, say sorry to you Papa.
All a get number from you little sister
A Thru we cold like Alaska, Freezer… WHAT…

HOOK…>>>>>> &Adlib.

Mic whipping, something kicking, back flipping.
Girl’s dem tripping & skipping… YO
Who is coming, I’m coming, Shabba’s coming
Aint no stopping this fire burning.
Top shotting, Party popping.
Stop watching, nuff pushing, nuff squashing… YO
How you feeling, tell me how you really feeling
Are you ready for whats coming, coming.
Cah dance nah run unless the Shabba run it
A me say dance nah dun unless the Navi done it
When me come in the place & pick up the Mic & everyting crisp
You done know say me a the true Junglist…. BO..!

MC Navigator

Ring ding, ring ding, ring a ding ding ding ding,
Navigator there 'pon the mic it is a different sound 'ting,
Me say all a the massive all a the crew them keep jumping,
One in a de jungle now we run tings,
Nicky Blackmarket the bad selecting,
And Navigator me a ride the riddem,
Stevie Hyper D him there 'pon the sparrin',
The trio we're together what a wicked sound 'ting,
One in the jungle, a we run the rotor,
All the little bwoy, man, them can't get we out,
In a de north, in a de east and in a de west and in a de south,
Yes, Navigator, him a ruffneck scout.

MC Det

Like an explosion, gotta get dopin',
DJ drop the vinyl like a magical potion,
MC toast them up,
People step back in the place and brok out,
Too cold, too old, to watch, to comply,
Come on gotta rave to the riddem let's rock,
East to west coast, flash your lighter,
What we gonna do in the place, get hyper,
Slam, rock with the jungle, man to man,
Hand to hand, with the vibe, and the jam,
Crazy, think i'm timin',
It's a warning,
Man, now what's grindin',
Jump up crew with the drum and the bass
Big it up, wait the beats they get hot,
Bubble and a move to the groove come on,
Rollin'!