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Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« on: November 19, 2005, 07:39:13 PM »
'Sup any fellow L-Beezies or Quammies out there  ;) ::) :!, I FINALLY picked up a Lyrics Born album (Same !@#$ Diffrent Day) after a few months of ripping tracks of his from random places. First off, LB is the !@#$ and definetly one of my top five favorite artists of any genre, if you haven't heard of him check him out.

Anyway, I normally do pretty well finding / figureing out lyrics of certain artists I might want to sing along too, but, I've spent quite a long time here trying to either find or figure out the lyrics to the Do That There and Callin' Out Remixes and I can't seem to get anything straight, just a couple lines from random verses and that's about it. I'm desperate here. If anyone has them, could you post them up, or if you know where to find the lyrics to these particular songs (the REMIXES not the originals, have those) could you point me in the right direction?
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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #1 on: November 19, 2005, 08:32:41 PM »
Akh i think has some lyrics that he actually spent some time listening and writing for "do that there."
other than that, learn the same way the entire VA-parkour band of merry men learned.... listen to it every day, every hour, every minute. hahha.

its impossible to find the lyrics anywhere, so that might be your best bet.  :-[

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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #2 on: November 19, 2005, 08:39:56 PM »
Lol, yeah most of the lyrics I know of his, I have learned from listening, but a few tracks I find myself just mumbling incomprehensablly. (Hott Bizness and Do That Ther [remix] for instance). There are actually a couple sites that have some lyrics born lyrics... Lyricsdownload has 3 or 4 ohhhla has alot more... somewhere around 8 songs. There's one more site but I can't seem to bring it up at the moment.
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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #3 on: November 19, 2005, 08:53:39 PM »
I met a hermit named Kermit McDermott/
With a learners permit/
Curb surfin' in a purple suburban/
Slurpin' an urban sherbert/
Eatin' a turnip/
With the words dirty-dirty/
Written in cursive on his burberry turban/

=D Yeah, Lyrics Born is incredible. Same !@#$ Different Day is quite possibly the only remix album that is better than it's original! I havn't actually transcribed all the lyrics. Maybe I should since apparently nobody has yet :p

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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #4 on: November 20, 2005, 06:21:29 AM »
Ladies and Fellas, I was hella bored,
so I pedaled hella' hard,
to a seminar in Zansibar,
Ben & Jerry's (tennis arm?), Pat Benetar
Riding on my handlebars, that I gathered from the scrap metal yard.
When it fell apart I got a rental car
with Meadowlark Lemon's credit card
double parked on the boulevard.
in front of cinnabon
Won a tug-of-war with a menotaur,
Then I toured the far north, with a portuguese Man-o-war.
Santa Claus handed me a catalogue,
the envelope attached on it said that you can have it all,
so I got an antelope from Manitoba, salad bowl, catapult, a can of soda, paddle boat, a camera phone..
And also a Barry Manalo, on a (graphed?) cantalope,
and every episode of Solid Gold the antidote to baylon,
And an Amazon in an acid-washed camisole, and her friend to tag along,
Who looked at all (Napalonean??)....

When I do that damn thing, I do that damn thing, I do that damn thing I do that there.... (now, that sounds like "damn thing" but it could just as well be "there thing" the whole way through...eh, whatever)


That's most of the first verse...any help with the question mark words? I really have no idea for a few of them :p


Here's a story folks, totally stoned,
I rolled the slopes around (Holy Oak?) at 40-below,
Low and behold my homey poked too many holes in my snow-mobile wheels,
now I'm rolling on some Bobollis with spokes.
Had to pony up the dough to get an all green and gold mobile home,
Stolen oreo, a polaroid, some saltines, and overcoat from Walgreens, some courdaroys, some sardines,
canola oil, all singing row row row your boat.
On and on with only one kinobi shinobi and Kobe Bryant,
Pokemon and pinnochio on the (oki-finoki?) swamp
( [here in portugal?] to tokyo?), borneo and coney island,
with a horny toad, memorial orchestra with Barry White,
Lyrics Born will rhyme (small refocus?...there's more here I have no idea WTF it is??)
...an accordian and Joe Torrey on chops,
Don Corleon on accordian, tomorrow morning, when we record,
Jerome (and malta?) singing owee owee oh.

when I do that damn thing, I do that damn thing I do that damn, thing I do that there........

WHOA...Einstein do it!

wikki, wikki, etc.

WHOA!! bring it back now....

I met a hermit named Kermit McDermott/
With a learners permit/
Curb surfin' in a purple suburban/
Slurpin' an urban sherbert/
Eatin' a turnip/
With the words dirty-dirty/
Written in cursive on his burberry turban/
It was curtains at the circus in Berkley,
saw a turtle with a girdle, a squirrel with a curl,
the worlds biggest (girl?) Earl, Erkel swirled in a circle,
on a dirty-ass burgundy Murray bike,
I had some curried rice, turkey burger and some curly fries,
tried to return some (urbans?) merchandise to Circuit City,
Customer service was certified but shitty,
courtesy clerk was nervous, kinda' twitchy,
had a triangle perm, reminded me of Lionel Ritchie,
someone blurted out "BURRR", and when I turned around, observed,
truck turner had the burner out, and pointed at a surfer,
Mr. Philly burst out the beauty (parlor?) and curlers,
and a security jersey, thermos full of Wild Turkey

When I do that damn thing, I do that damn thing, I do that damn thing, I do that there.

And this is what I do instead of English homework on a Sunday morning :p




« Last Edit: November 20, 2005, 09:27:32 AM by gear »

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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #5 on: November 20, 2005, 08:57:14 AM »
"In front of cinnabon"
"minotaur"
"autographed cantelope"
"who looked at all that balogna"
"where we RE-recorded Jerome and Morris signing owee owee oh"

and yeah, that last one is "parlor"

i'll help you out with the middle verse :p

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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #6 on: November 20, 2005, 09:48:12 AM »
Awesome.
I've had that disk in my car CD player since it went in, which I think was in July.

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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #7 on: November 20, 2005, 01:33:29 PM »
here's some more :

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I can't wait for your love (limited time offer) -
I got to put this down for real man, I got to be honest
I can't be worried 'bout, all the fellas, little side comments
They all think that they experts, and yet they got drama
I love 'em, they my partners but tommorow's not promised
And life is too short to really not do it big
And I can't live it, thinkin what I could or should've did
'Cause at some point, you really gotta take that leap of faith
And do exactly what your homeboy said wasn't safe
'Cause I really do believe that god rewards risk
Especially with love man, 'cause that's the hardest shit
To give yourself a hundred percent in this partnership
For a lot of people, that's just a little hard to give
But if it feels right, it clicks and everything's legit
We could have it for a minute, ain't nobody really trip
And in your heart you say, it can't get deeper than this
Then there really ain't no reason why it shouldn't be it


They say that man choose with their eyes, Women choose with their ears
Whatever choice it was we made, brought us here
Some decisions we make out of faith, some out of fear
Sometimes it's so confusin, we don't know which way to steer
Some of us have been through so much in life already
That we totally lost, the desire to fear anything
Ice cold below, and 5 below centigrade
Behind ninety foot walls, that can't nobody penetrate
A lot of cats out there was damaged
They feel they gotta act a certain way, otherwise there ain't mannership
A lotta women got issues with trust
'Cause the man that they love went and bounced on 'em more than once
But you know we all been there, it's not the bomb at all
Just chalk it up as a loss, get back up and walk it off
Can't wave the white flag, can't throw in the towel
Love is a limited time offer, act now


Can you hear me, I'm callin. Can you hear me?
I'm callin. Can you hear me?


There ain't no love in your love, then that's some sad ass shit
This woman I got, she the bad ass shit
That's no exaggeration, man I'm sayin she was true
Other women walk by, they go bow and salute
I'm commited but now, I'm not blind, I been around
Believe me when I tell ya shes shoppin 'em all down
And I really don't know where I'd be without her
But when I say that, I don't stutter, mutter or slur
'Cause many times I was lost, with my focus set aside
Everytime, there she was, pointin at the finish line
There ain't never been a moment where she was in need
I wasn't right there with her, goin at the same speed
What makes it so beautiful and unsual is that it's mutual
And if the two of use are gonna have a future, that's crucial
Rest assured, I ain't goin nowhere
And I ain't sayin that just 'cause she's right here

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I'm just raw
His name is (Lyrics Born)
and he is, as they say, wild and crazy
As a composer, arranger, and producer
He's exploring it all
From the furthest reaches of musical outer space
To the most down to earth funk
And he sounds, well, he sounds exactly like this


Nobody 'members those
Rap City episodes from twenty years ago
When you were the guest host
Past history, let it go
Get off on the medical
Pack a duffle bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home
Get a little dictaphone and sit alone
In the middle of the room and let it flow
Wouldn't it be better
If you went and chose a new career path
Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft?
You're pitiful, a pollywog
Tiny fishy in a smaller pond
Holding barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras
Actin hella hard but that's just poppycock
'Cause inside you're hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollypop
I'll give you cauliflower ear stupid
You're weird
Feelin blue
On a stool somewhere, two-fisting beers
At a Hofbrau
Moaning like a hot cow
Cryin on the shoulder of some old man you met just now

I'm smarter than you
I'm harder than you
I'm better than you
I'm just raw

I'm hotter than you
More popular than you
More clever than you
And goshdarn it, people like me

I'm smarter than you
I'm harder than you
I'm better than you
I'm just raw

I'm hotter than you
More popular than you
More clever than you
And goshdarn it, people like me


Look I'm sorry, mate
This is awkward, k?
Little hard to say
So I'll just say it
Me and your mommy date
She's awfully great
She's a saucy babe
She calls me late
Always wants to meet
On her coffee breaks
She bought me seats
To Bonnie Raitt
Now there's no concrete date
But she bought the ring
It's laundry day
And my stockings stink
From my foot up in your ass
'Cause you drive me absolutely batty
See I'm crabby when you get around me
Tell me who's your daddy
Call me Mister McAffee, your poop-deck pappy
Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry
Don't sass me or I'll backhand you
smack you with an axe-handle
Burn you with a wax candle
Slap you with a sandle
I'm trying to watch the rap channel
Can't you tell we laugh about you?
Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat's ass about you


Why do I even bother with these off-brand cats
Y'all are wombats man
I'm bout to blow this pop stand
Lyrically y'all don't compare to me in any contest
Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent
Tall-pan to a shot glass
Bong-hit to a contact
Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man
The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad
Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland
Judge Judy versus Johnny Cohcran
Oh man
Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless
Better yet, Broadband
Compared to a long ass
Piece of string connecting two pop cans
It's all bad
Don't quit your job at all believe me you'll be so glad back
Hold on with both hands
It's sucks washing sauce pans
I know there's an off chance that one day hip-hop heads
Will maybe feel rappers in the top-ten that crossdress


Ever since his triumphant return from his first album, (L.T.D.)
Critics are calling (Lyrics Born) the brightest new star in years
(Same Shit, Different Day) is his new album, on his own label
And it's got the kind of top talent (Lyrics Born) always surrounds himself with
Here's a sample of what they're raving about

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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #8 on: November 20, 2005, 01:34:43 PM »
Awesome...just awesome  8)

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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #9 on: November 20, 2005, 01:50:12 PM »
here's another -

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Pack up remix
Yea, pack up Evidence exceptional
To be on time is late, to be late's unacceptable
Of course I talk about myself in third person
Long overdue, set to blow for certain
Three LP's under Capitol Regime
"Platform", "Neighborhood Watch". "Expansion Team"
LA's finest, opening shows I'm headlining
Sometimes its meet-and-greet or in-store signings
A lot of cats claiming pro game are amateurs
It ain't a good look dog, your hype man's your manager
I seen Lyrics Born perform its curtains
You hit the stage and cause a storm, you know it's working
The weatherman said bring umbrellas tonight
Dave Letterman said y'all fellas are tight
This is a remix of "Steady Be Serious"
Dialated, KRS-One, our styles are furious


You know the voice soon as you hear it
Name is Lyrics Born from the legendary crew Latyrx
Pump fear inside your heart until your face is transparent
Type of terror that your children will inherit, you seen a paranormal spirit
Paranoid, I'm a crazy-ass Iroquois
Breakin five-star generals down to errand boys
Claim your territory, redistribute it among, we who
contributed to, this country, we live in
Cause, these percentages that, we been given
ain't hardly indicative, of what we, put into it
So believe me peasants you in the presence of excellence
Lyrics Born, KRS-One and Evidence
Bow down and kiss the Timberlands
Matter fact, kiss the lizard skins
God damn it, while you're at it, kiss the michelins
I pop my collar, while I pop your cartilage
Like a cop showing off 'cause he got a new partnership
I shock your noggin like a soft pinata
Getting flogged with the law when shocked with bottle rockets
I can make any music that I want but I make hip-hop


Where my socks at, jacket at, shoes at
Twenty city tour, for sure we gonna do that
Runnin through that, where my crew at
We the best live MC's in the world, but you already knew that
Who that, KRS-one one one
Got you whack-ass rappers yellin run run run
Yo son, hold your horses
Retreat from the streets and count your losses
We teach hip-hop courses constantly
At the university, givin my philosophy
Don't try stopping me, lyric monopoly
All you iced out rappers, y'all just ain't hot to me
See the hip-hop in me, it's authentic
We at the birth of a nation and y'all don't get it
All that kitty-titty talk, yo I ain't with it
If you ain't ready to die then don't spit it
Where the critics, where they at now, we losin 'em
Look at all these conscious rappers, guess who influenced 'em
To them young cats, all of this is new to them
But I remember, you, you and you tried to ruin 'em
Unh, Knowledge does reign supreme
When you sitting in a cell, then you'll see what it mean
While you livin in hell, you can count your cream
Does this ring a bell, "I Have a Dream"

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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #10 on: November 20, 2005, 02:24:19 PM »
I changed my mind...

Just for gear: it's "Barry Manilow."

Get it right or pay the price!


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Re: Lyrics Born....and his uh...Lyrics
« Reply #11 on: November 20, 2005, 03:43:28 PM »
Haha, you know what's funny, I had to look it up on google, and that's what it corrected it as :p