Handsome Boy Modeling School - Rock And Roll (Could Never Hip Hop Like This) Part 2 / Knockers lyrics

I am the original DJ Jazzy Jay From the Mighty Mighty Zulu Nation First I'll say my name is um Original scratch creater Grand Wizard Theodore For those who don't know, I started back out in '74. Africa Bambata, Disco King Mario, Cool Herc, Grandmaster Flash And you know, some of the pioneers who did it back then y'know Hip hop is universal man, it all depends upon on what you do Hip hop is like what you would call the ba*tard child of a lot of different forms of music I just feel good that a lot of rock bands are like, are like recognizing y'know, the culture We used to play these beats because they used to drive us on the dance floor And people don't really know that it's a rock record until like the guitars come in and stuff like that We didn't have no hip hop beats back in the days, we had to take it from everywhere we could get it from Jus' trying to take it to another level That's what keeps the music new and keeps it fresh As far as y'know rock is concerned man, I think rock is, you know, a big part of hip hop man Rock helped influence hip hop, hip hop helped influence the world Shhh Yeah Hey Shhh You hear me? Ok Listen Yo It's like a triple stage darkness Listen and drift Every muscle in your skin Starts to shake and shift You can hate the gift But my phrases daze ya Click, spray ya face When I spit I mean it Ya just too conceited Repeating and repeating Your a thug'd out gangsta' PIMP 'til ya believe it Seems like there's too much Pac We don't need it I'm cool on your heat You can keep it It's not a big secret This is a game ya can't win Ya singin' the same thing But were bringin' the yin So just close your eyes And pretend again That ya skin isn't as thin As the skin ya in b**h Give me a second Just to spell it out So Nobody can twist What I'm takin' about I don't Have to fake anything I feel Because We both know Every word is real So Give me a second Just to spell it out So Nobody can twist What I'm takin' about I don't Have to fake anything I feel Because We both know Every word is real Right about now, the funk soul brother Check it out now, the funk soul brother (Handsome boys!) Right about now, the funk soul brother Check it out now, the funk soul brother I got the sk**s of titanium, straight to the cranium Try to play me and we can go to war like Iranians A D-pack, I speak rap, as long as the beat phat My chain be off the meat rack Lord finesse, don't hara** the guards with four bars and piss on like half your squad So the savage, I don't gain raps I don't hara** the people playing russian roulette with automatics See, on the street I'm top the rank Three words, when I get the dice, stop the bank Bet against me, you'll get your cash Leaving my street team, for nothing but a** whoopins Hard hitters (Handsome Boys) The type to sport the chicks on the arm like John Ritter The bomb n***a, being stabbin' the third Better play like Jehova witness, just spread the word, spread the word, spread the word The sky opens wide Swallowing again Once I am inside I'm lost and can't pretend These pictures in my mind Are not a part of me These memories hold me tight 'Til I can hardly breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe) I can hardly breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe) I can hardly stop the memories Nothing I can say or do will Take away what I've been through What you were is what I've come to be Nothing you can say to me Will take away these memories What you were is what I've come to be