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We Are The Horsemen

As we search for black people and white people
Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing
John, henry, the robot, dr. smith, and will robinson
Come in please -- on track for the remix
[kool keith]
Adjusting our systems the horsemen are ready to go
Our jets, should be ready for take off, any second
Aheheheheheheheh!
I probe for evidence, movin, positive beams
Incite the first gadget, my atom explodes
Just hit the fifth planet, the x reload
Take a brother on a flight for the alpha, omega
I kick lyrics on earth, you think i'm cosmic
A spacewalker, dippin in my spacecraft
Through molecules, a steel wall interphase
The fourth horseman, legendary universe
Dark shadow human rhymin on a funky verse
I'm level 7, optimus pull back
Feeding the world of gamma data, to locate
You interlock, power 7 warp speed
Negative charge, biochemically crush
My own nucleus bomb, the great menudo
Yo wolverine i'm down, cyclops, rhythm x
X we can back up the four horsemen
Toronto blue jays, field, just like dave winfield
Pick up your bat and go to third
I see that man at the plate, he's waitin home
We are the horsemen -- enter your spaceship! (3x)
We are the horsemen -- enter!
While, returning back to my spaceship
On my galactic horse, this is what happened..
[ced gee]
I get super bionic
No my name's not mantronix, but i'm 4-h-m
Kickin flavor so steadily, so wickedy wicked
Can i switchedy switch it, i saw my troops last night
They said, "ced could you kick it?"
I got mega in concert
Then i wrote a deposit, i hit my mega-mini
Zoom back to outer space, ten nine eight seven six
Five four three - the chain reaction
Triggered the mad flows, then the rhymin got hyper
Plus i knew what they like-a, so i ripped it and rock it
Frequencies in the pocket, one blast two blast
Yes approximate, green in the chambers
The lights came on, infrared and exciting
Most don't know what i'm saying, galactic come beams
Beams beams beams beams beams beams
Beams beams beams...
Now it's classic the atom, no i don't mean the phantom

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song performed by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Robot

Nobody , never, will understand anything
Such love is artificial honey,
Artificial honey, artificial ice
Artificial paradise, turn if faster on.
And I won_t tell anyone, that I love robot,
I love robot, I love robot.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Such love, is unreal fly,
Artificial honey, artificial ice.
Such love, is artificial laugh,
Artificial snow, and all that is like a dream.
And I won_t tell anyone, that I love robot,
I love robot, I love robot.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
[Robot]
Nikto nichego nikogda ne poymet
Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi med
Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led
Iskusstvennyi rai, skoree vklyuchai
I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota lyublyu
Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,

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song performed by Tatu
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Packin Up

(margie hendrix)
So if I give up (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Packin up (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Im not chained and Im no longer bound
Said if I get up (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of town)
Oh yeah (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Im not chained and Im no longer bound
My suitcases ready
My clothes are too
And these are the things
You took me through
My friends told me
All about you
That men are evil
The things you do
And I keep on (Im not chained and Im no longer bound)
And then Im packin (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Oh yeah (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Im not chained and Im no longer bound
Now that Im gone
Just look at me
Im looking better than
Any girl you see
Ive gotta brand new clothes
I gotta diamond ring
I gotta brand new man
He give me everything
So keep on (Im not chained and Im no longer bound)
And then Im movin (movin movin)
Oh, movin (movin movin)
And I gotta move (movin movin)
And I wanna move (movin movin)
Oh yeah (movin movin)
And I gotta move (movin movin)
And I gotta move (movin movin)
And I gotta move (movin movin)
Start packin up (movin movin)
Start packin up (movin movin)
Start packin up (movin movin)
Movin out of town (movin movin)
Alright (movin movin)
Yeah, yeah (movin movin)
Start packin up (movin movin)

song performed by Dusty Springfield
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Henry And Emma. A Poem.

Upon the Model of The Nut-Brown Maid. To Cloe.

Thou, to whose eyes I bend, at whose command
(Though low my voice, though artless be my hand.
I take the sprightly reed, and sing and play,
Careless of what the censuring world may say;
Bright Cloe! object of my constant vow,
Wilt thou a while unbend thy serious brow?
Wilt thou with pleasure hear thy lover's strains,
And with one heavenly smile o'erpay his pains?
No longer shall the Nut-brown Maid be old,
Though since her youth three hundred years have roll'd:
At thy desire she shall again be raised,
And her reviving charms in lasting verse be praised.

No longer man of woman shall complain,
That he may love and not be loved again;
That we in vain the fickle sex pursue,
Who change the constant lover for the new.
Whatever has been writ, whatever said
Henceforth shall in my verse refuted stand,
Be said to winds, or writ upon the sand:
And while my notes to future times proclaim
Unconquer'd love and ever-during flame,
O, fairest of the sex, be thou my muse;
Deign on my work thy influence to diffuse:
Let me partake the blessings I rehearse,
And grant me love, the just reward of verse.

As beauty's potent queen with every grace
That once was Emma's has adorn'd thy face,
And as her son has to my bosom dealt
That constant flame which faithful Henry felt,
O let the story with thy life agree,
Let men once more the bright example see;
What Emma was to him be thou to me:
Nor send me by thy frown from her I love,
Distant and sad, a banish'd man to rove:
But, oh! with pity long entreated crown
My pains and hopes: and when thou say'st that one
Of all mankind thou lovest, oh! think on me alone.

Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.

When dreadful Edward, with successful care
Led his free Britons to the Gallic war,

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poem by Matthew Prior
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Keep It Movin

[Missy Elliott]
Eh yo Timb, you know
Niggas like Dr Dre and the Neptunes and Just Blaze
They should be so hot they be keepin us workin yah feel me
But but that nigga R. Kelly
He got one of the illest lines when he say
"Is anybody feelin freaky"
[Elephant Man (Missy Elliott)]
Man up...yep, good to go
Ele-phant Man and Missy Elliott (yeah)
Ladies keep it movin (uh)
Gi dem di dance now
(Its like butter baby, its like butter)
Buss di dance now
(Its like butter baby, its like butter [x3])
Missy, Elliot
Ladies windin around
Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it
(Whoo) Come on
[Verse 1 Missy Elliott]
When you hear the song, role down yah window
Let the music thump yeah, thump thump thump thump
Take a walk in the club, thats how I role
You look so so down, so so so so
Now when you step out on the scene, so fresh so clean
Lookin like a wet dream, yo know what I mean
Its about that, what time would that be?
Wind yah waist line to the base line
Slow it down now get the beat right
[Chorus]
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh)
[Verse 2 Missy Elliott]
If you know you look good, say so say so
And you dont give a [ding], hell no hell no
Put yah hands in the air yeah, get yo hands up
Baby bounce baby bounce, get low get low
2 shots in yah club, yep just whats up
Get Timb to fill it up, yep just whats up
Its about that time, what time would that be
Wind yah waist line to the base line
Slow it down now get the beat right
[Chorus]
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)

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The Golden Legend: IV. The Road To Hirschau

PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE, _with their attendants, on
horseback._

_Elsie._ Onward and onward the highway runs
to the distant city, impatiently bearing
Tidings of human joy and disaster, of love and of
hate, of doing and daring!

_Prince Henry._ This life of ours is a wild aeolian
harp of many a joyous strain,
But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail,
as of souls in pain.

_Elsie._ Faith alone can interpret life, and the heart
that aches and bleeds with the stigma
Of pain, alone bears the likeness of Christ, and can
comprehend its dark enigma.

_Prince Henry._ Man is selfish, and seeketh pleasure
with little care of what may betide;
Else why am I travelling here beside thee, a demon
that rides by an angel's side?

_Elsie._ All the hedges are white with dust, and
the great dog under the creaking wain
Hangs his head in the lazy heat, while onward the
horses toil and strain

_Prince Henry._ Now they stop at the wayside inn,
and the wagoner laughs with the landlord's daughter,
While out of the dripping trough the horses distend
their leathern sides with water.

_Elsie._ All through life there are wayside inns,
where man may refresh his soul with love;
Even the lowest may quench his thirst at rivulets fed
by springs from above.

_Prince Henry._ Yonder, where rises the cross of
stone, our journey along the highway ends,
And over the fields, by a bridle path, down into the
broad green valley descends.

_Elsie._ I am not sorry to leave behind the beaten
road with its dust and heat;
The air will be sweeter far, and the turf will be softer
under our horses' feet.

(_They turn down a green lane._)

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Bait

[ced] now we're the ultramagnetic
[kool] strung out on a mission
[ced] did twenty-four tracks
[kool] our rhymes to serve as bait
[ced] on the red alert show
[kool] fresh and on the go
[ced] dominating other cats
[kool] with the brains to please
[ced] playin it
[kool] saturday's, yes and always
[ced] in control
[kool] of the beat, to make you move your feet
And give you bait
[red alert] yesssssss...
Kool keith!
[kool keith]
With a gemini fade, technic 1200's
Are combined to rotate, swiftly left to right
On the mix, red alert, controlled by gamma light
Ninety-eight point seven, kiss upon the label
Of the record that he's holding beside a wooden table
I am able to mc, by testing musically
Through a caliber of rhymes arranged and wrote by me
As an artist and composer, the style i have supposed to be
Made for soft ducks and pushed by bulldozers
Step to the side words glide, for me and then collide
Like a demolition derby, punks i will be smashin
With a sign to amuse, words will keep on crashin
Very hazardous vocab, impeachin kool keith
Givin bait!
Greg nice!
[red alert] yesssssss...
Ced gee..
[ced gee]
Now with the temperature rising, the beat, is just driving
The wizard on the mic, is fully emphasizing
Red alert, goes bezerk, make you jump and jerk
Hydroplayin relayin decayin, and it work
Every second captivating, your mind, body and soul
As the chairman of the board, hip-hop, and just totally
Set to protect, send right, or do reset
Every sucker in the way, no stoppin east and west
Best gradius remains, with more, i have a fade
That'll stay to amaze, for weeks, and many days
On the mic i'm always ready, my job, is set to stay
For the ultramagnetic, ced gee, i devestate
With moe love and kool keith, we stop, annihilate
And give you bait!
Ah greg nice!
[red alert] yesssssss...

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song performed by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Movin'

Movin', movin' down the line, yeah
Movin' all the ......in time, yeah
Movin', movin down the line,yeah
Movin', watchin' for the road sign
Losin', almost losin' your mind
Losin' losin' all track of time
Movin', hurry up and stay behind
Movin' on down the line
Check into a hotel hour' till showtime
Brother won't you pass me the wine?
And those front row women are always lookin' so fine
Movin', take a french bath quick
Movin', waiting for the wine kick
Movin', countin' every clock tick
Yeah i gotta get on the stick
Movin', stealin' all the hot licks
Movin', where is my guitar pick?
Movin', ain't got time to get sick
Movin' on down the road
Finally make it backstage ain't no dressing room
Done forgot our last tune now the curtains risin'
I think it's twenty minutes too soon
Tuning in a hurry gotta make that booker worry
Will we hit the stage on time?
This microphone's a live wire goin' like wild fire
The feedback is soundin' just fine
Movin', i think we stole the show,yeah
Movin', i guess it's time to go now
Movin', i ain't got time to slow down
I keep on feelin' low down
Cruisin', headin' for a show town
Cruisin', i hope that town'll blow now
Movin' which way do we go now
Movin' on down the road
Check into a hotel hour till showtime
Brother won't you pass me that wine
And those front row women are always lookin' so fine
Movin', i din't get the check,yeah
Movin', ah but what the heck,yeah
Movin', on down the road
Gotta stay on top,yeah
Movin', movin' till we drop yeah
Movin' on down the road
I didn't miss a trick yeah
Movi' but i didn't get the chick,yeah
Movin' on down the road
Movin' down the line yeah
Movin', all the ...in time now
Movin' on down the road

song performed by Roy Orbison
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Ego Trippin' 2000

[c.gee] spaceman on the bass..
Classic..
Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you, it's the ultra-magnetic, mc's!
[c.gee] yeah...
[keith] say what, peter piper?
[c.gee] to hell with childish rhymes!
[keith] cause this jam is just movin
[c.gee] the crowd is steady groovin
[keith] to a supersonic pace
[c.gee] with highs and stupid bass
[keith] with some pep
[c.gee] and the step
[ultra] cause the beat is so funky the pace is well kept
Cause we're..
"ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo "mc's"
[c.gee] so what's his name? uhh
[keith] i'm kool keith
[kool keith]
They use the simple back and forth, the same, old rhythm
That a baby can pick up, and join, right with them
But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic
Youse a nerds that returns, at least, not poetic
On a educated base, intelligent wise
As the record just turn, you learn, plus burn
By the flame of the lyrics which cooks the human brain
Providing overheating knowledge, by means causing pain
Make a migraine, hated yourself, start to melt
While the technics spin, the wax is on the belt
Motivating clockwise the more you realize
Moe love's moving steady, by most, with everready
Like a battery, charged, i'm worth the alkaline
Yes the mystery to solve, so seek and define
These words i've given, extremely now driven
With a datsun, a maxima to glide
Yes the wizard kool keith and i'm sportin my ride
Cause we're
"ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo "mc's"
[c.gee] yeah, what's my name?
Uhh, ced gee
[ced gee]
Usin frequencies and data, i am approximate
Leaving revolutions turning, emerging chemistry
With the precise implications, acheived, ??
Explorating demonstrating, ruling, dominating
Igniting causing friction with nu-clear alarms

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song performed by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Robot Man

Live version
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Grave communication
See me this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation
Do you feel the cold vibration?
cause Im everywhere, produce a crazy science fiction creation
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
I lost my mind, I lost my life, I lost my soul
Babe, its a magic station
Where we live, what we do with our magic robot man generation
I say babe, its not a vision
Its reality, this is a robot scene what we live in
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
I lost my mind, I lost my life, I lost my soul
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a loser
And I say ooh, ooh, Im a robot man...
Another version
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Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Crave communication
See me this is my life in the crazy robot man reservation
Do you feel him, the cold vibration
Comes from everywhere, produce a crazy science fiction creation
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a loser
I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
Well, thats my mind
Thats my life
Thats my soul
Babe, its a magic station
Where we live what we do with our magic from my generation
I say babe, its not a vision
Its reality, this is a robot scene what we live in.
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a robot man
And I say oooh, oooh
Im a loser

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song performed by Scorpions
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The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald

A garden; morning;_ PRINCE HENRY _seated, with a
book_. ELSIE, _at a distance, gathering flowers._

_Prince Henry (reading)._ One morning, all alone,
Out of his convent of gray stone,
Into the forest older, darker, grayer,
His lips moving as if in prayer,
His head sunken upon his breast
As in a dream of rest,
Walked the Monk Felix. All about
The broad, sweet sunshine lay without,
Filling the summer air;
And within the woodlands as he trod,
The twilight was like the Truce of God
With worldly woe and care;
Under him lay the golden moss;
And above him the boughs of hemlock-tree
Waved, and made the sign of the cross,
And whispered their Benedicites;
And from the ground
Rose an odor sweet and fragrant
Of the wild flowers and the vagrant
Vines that wandered,
Seeking the sunshine, round and round.
These he heeded not, but pondered
On the volume in his hand,
A volume of Saint Augustine;
Wherein he read of the unseen
Splendors of God's great town
In the unknown land,
And, with his eyes cast down
In humility, he said:
'I believe, O God,
What herein I have read,
But alas! I do not understand!'

And lo! he heard
The sudden singing of a bird,
A snow-white bird, that from a cloud
Dropped down,
And among the branches brown
Sat singing
So sweet, and clear, and loud,
It seemed a thousand harp strings ringing.
And the Monk Felix closed his book,
And long, long,
With rapturous look,
He listened to the song,
And hardly breathed or stirred,
Until he saw, as in a vision,

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Robin Hood and the Monk

In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,
And leves be large and long,
Hit is full mery in feyre foreste
To here the foulys song,

To se the dere draw to the dale,
And leve the hilles hee,
And shadow hem in the leves grene,
Under the grene wode tre.

Hit befel on Whitson
Erly in a May mornyng,
The son up feyre can shyne,
And the briddis mery can syng.

'This is a mery mornyng,' seid Litull John,
'Be Hym that dyed on tre;
A more mery man then I am one
Lyves not in Cristianté.

'Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,'
Litull John can sey,
'And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme
In a mornyng of May.'

'Ye, on thyng greves me,' seid Robyn,
'And does my hert mych woo:
That I may not no solem day
To mas nor matyns goo.

'Hit is a fourtnet and more,' seid he,
'Syn I my Savyour see;
To day wil I to Notyngham,' seid Robyn,
'With the myght of mylde Marye.'

Than spake Moche, the mylner sun,
Ever more wel hym betyde!
'Take twelve of thi wyght yemen,
Well weppynd, be thi side.
Such on wolde thi selfe slon,
That twelve dar not abyde.'

'Of all my mery men,' seid Robyn,
'Be my feith I wil non have,
But Litull John shall beyre my bow,
Til that me list to drawe.'

'Thou shall beyre thin own,' seid Litull Jon,
'Maister, and I wyl beyre myne,
And we well shete a peny,' seid Litull Jon,

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Saga Of Dandy, The Devil & Day

[kool keith]
Why don't y'all play that pitch
The right manage gonna be in the game
[moe love]
It's the top of the ninth
Josh gibson is at the plate
The bases are loaded, it's a three and two count
And here's the pitch
[kool keith]
Steppin up to the plate, first batter
[moe love]
Kool keith
[kool keith]
Black baseball, it was a known fact jack
With the weather so hot, who could play like danny day
The greatest and the best, like the satchel brother paige
Long tom and little bomb, in the hall of fame
Like josh and bunt, be alert, duck
Everybody was down for beer and peanuts
Foxes in their sunday's best, their brightest dress
[moe love]
And on deck, ced g
[ced g]
Now baseball today troop, is mostly not racial
But back in the days it was all segregated
The whites had the majors and then the blacks had the negro leagues
They both had great talent but then us blacks have no history
Of all our great players, the teams in the ballpark
But we're here to shed light, restore the glory they haven't got
Black baseball, they paved the way
With players like dandy, the devil, and day
(repeat 3x)
Black baseball
[moe love]
Bring er home
[ced g]
Now the ballparks they played in was very far from a stadium
They only sat hundreds troops as opposed to the thousands
But the stands they was packed, for the league that was fat
With teams like the baccarats and the homestead grays
The eagles and many more, came ready to play
In cities like birmingham, newark and chi-town
The bus trips were very long, paychecks would bring a frown
But not to these players, cause they really loved baseball
You could ban them from majors, but not from the game
With players like leon day, who pitched almost every day
His arm would hold up, blowin hitters with smoke away
And then there was bullet joe, also was smokey joe
King richard and savateen, and brothers like ed pole
Next, batter up!

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song performed by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Kool Keith Housing Things

[kool keith]
Well i'm sonically, high bionically
For you dummies, ironically stupid
What are you, cupid?
You steal my rhymes, and then you loop it
Wrong! back this way
Follow me now, head this way
Into this, while i rap on through this
For many germs, who never knew this
Switches, upside down
Turn around, look in the mirror
You rap catchers are makin a error
Every inning, i'm back to the dugout
You on the field, i'm ready to bugout
Like a manager, smackin up your team
Male or female, ducks who dream
Of takin me, on the mic and makin me
Rack up, mc's i stack up
Foreign precinct rappers need to back up
Quickly, i'ma rip your brain off
Throw it down so the blood can drain off
My hands, while i wave to a fan
I'm kool keith, not a bill or a dan
But a general, equal to a mineral
Pushin a crowd, to keep on dancin
I'm housing things
{moe love cuts up "kool keith"}
[kool keith]
Now i'm back, to continue my verses
I'm never screamin loud with any curses
Rougly, that a child can learn
I teach kids, and ducks that burn
With a flamethrower, and how do you show a
A grass rapper, cut him with a lawnmower
Twice, into golden wheat
Ground the rest into moldin meat
And cook em, til they all well done
They not ready, they don't smell done
Like fish, it ain't my favorite dish
I grab a steak and to battle i wish
A coke mc or pepsi i'll sip up
Drop your face and bring the other lip up
Watch, while i stun and amaze you
Kick out lyrics that truly'll daze you
I'm your boss, the one that pays you
Nine to five, all ducks are hired
And when i come mc's are fired
No pay, no way today
You're an employer with nothin to say
But i can say, one thing for sure

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The Golden Legend: VI. The School Of Salerno

A traveling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gate
of the College.

_Scholastic._ There, that is my gauntlet, my banner, my shield,
Hung up as a challenge to all the field!
One hundred and twenty-five propositions,
Which I will maintain with the sword of the tongue
Against all disputants, old and young.
Let us see if doctors or dialecticians
Will dare to dispute my definitions,
Or attack any one of my learned theses.
Here stand I; the end shall be as God pleases.
I think I have proved, by profound research
The error of all those doctrines so vicious
Of the old Areopagite Dionysius,
That are making such terrible work in the churches,
By Michael the Stammerer sent from the East,
And done into Latin by that Scottish beast,
Erigena Johannes, who dares to maintain,
In the face of the truth, the error infernal,
That the universe is and must be eternal;
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental,
That nothing with God can be accidental;
Then asserting that God before the creation
Could not have existed, because it is plain
That, had he existed, he would have created;
Which is begging the question that should be debated,
And moveth me less to anger than laughter.
All nature, he holds, is a respiration
Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing, hereafter
Will inhale it into his bosom again,
So that nothing but God alone will remain.
And therein he contradicteth himself;
For he opens the whole discussion by stating,
That God can only exist in creating.
That question I think I have laid on the shelf!

(_He goes out. Two Doctors come in disputing, and
followed by pupils._)

_Doctor Serafino._ I, with the Doctor Seraphic, maintain,
That a word which is only conceived in the brain
Is a type of eternal Generation;
The spoken word is the Incarnation.

_Doctor Cherubino._ What do I care for the Doctor Seraphic,
With all his wordy chaffer and traffic?

_Doctor Serafino._ You make but a paltry show of resistance;
Universals have no real existence!

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When I Burn

[ced gee]
Aiyyo kool keith
Man i hooked this beat up just for you in the ultra lab man
So yo i want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin?
[kool keith]
Yeahhh
[ced gee]
Aight man, so ease back, y'know kick the lyrics man
[kool keith]
Word up
[ced gee]
Go for yours, aight do it man, right now
[kool keith]
Aight..
Yo i'm on, with the freaky style
When you wait debate and rate my
Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension
Rise above, amazing days
Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days
Figurin out
Many channels, triggerin out forth
I'm sendin, brains are bendin
Like metal, crust to rust corrode
And low stacks, pick up the was while you ask
How you do it, show me through it
I never knew it, could be done, no way my son
Cause i'm the one, smackin em up, stackin em up
Boxin you ducks
Packin em up, cause i burn
[ced gee]
Aiyyo keith man, that was kinda of dope man
But you know what man?
I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh
Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight?
[kool keith]
Yeah i know what you mean, like this right?
[ced gee]
Yeah man
[kool keith]
Aight watch..
Droppin the word to make you think
You're buggin and illin out on, vocab
Connect the ?, then switch it
Changin range easily, steadily
Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down
And sweepin em down
Mc's, all dirt on the floor
Stand back in fact you're wack to prove to me
That you're ready to be and willin to see, rhymes flow
Match and go, deep in your brain so

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Aspects Of Robinson

Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thin
Blue light comes down once more outside the blinds.
Gray men in overcoats are ghosts blown past the door.
The taxis streak the avenues with yellow, orange, and red.
This is Grand Central, Mr. Robinson.

Robinson on a roof above the Heights; the boats
Mourn like the lost. Water is slate, far down.
Through sounds of ice cubes dropped in glass, an osteopath,
Dressed for the links, describes an old Intourist tour.
—Here’s where old Gibbons jumped from, Robinson.

Robinson walking in the Park, admiring the elephant.
Robinson buying the Tribune, Robinson buying the Times. Robinson
Saying, “Hello. Yes, this is Robinson. Sunday
At five? I’d love to. Pretty well. And you?”
Robinson alone at Longchamps, staring at the wall.

Robinson afraid, drunk, sobbing Robinson
In bed with a Mrs. Morse. Robinson at home;
Decisions: Toynbee or luminol? Where the sun
Shines, Robinson in flowered trunks, eyes toward
The breakers. Where the night ends, Robinson in East Side bars.

Robinson in Glen plaid jacket, Scotch-grain shoes,
Black four-in-hand and oxford button-down,
The jeweled and silent watch that winds itself, the brief-
Case, covert topcoat, clothes for spring, all covering
His sad and usual heart, dry as a winter leaf.

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The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne

_Prince Henry_. God's blessing on the architects who build
The bridges o'er swift rivers and abysses
Before impassable to human feet,
No less than on the builders of cathedrals,
Whose massive walls are bridges thrown across
The dark and terrible abyss of Death.
Well has the name of Pontifex been given
Unto the Church's head, as the chief builder
And architect of the invisible bridge
That leads from earth to heaven.

_Elsie_ How dark it grows!
What are these paintings on the walls around us?

_Prince Henry_ The Dance Macaber!

_Elsie_ What?

_Prince Henry_ The Dance of Death!
All that go to and fro must look upon it,
Mindful of what they shall be, while beneath,
Among the wooden piles, the turbulent river
Rushes, impetuous as the river of life,
With dimpling eddies, ever green and bright,
Save where the shadow of this bridge falls on it.

_Elsie._ O, yes! I see it now!

_Prince Henry_ The grim musician
Leads all men through the mazes of that dance,
To different sounds in different measures moving;
Sometimes he plays a lute, sometimes a drum,
To tempt or terrify.

_Elsie_ What is this picture?

_Prince Henry_ It is a young man singing to a nun,
Who kneels at her devotions, but in kneeling
Turns round to look at him, and Death, meanwhile,
Is putting out the candles on the altar!

_Elsie_ Ah, what a pity 't is that she should listen
to such songs, when in her orisons
She might have heard in heaven the angels singing!

_Prince Henry_ Here he has stolen a jester's cap and bells,
And dances with the Queen.

_Elsie_ A foolish jest!

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Ultra Reunion

[kool keith]
Example one - master magical magician
Hold position, enter the club with competition
The great bartholomew, my spirit follow you
Hand back the track, smellin smoke off the vinyl wax
My approach is silent, quiet like a roach
My solo voodoo is here, zapp with kazoo
What can you do when the funk comes behind your crew
Like greyskull, skeletor the bus is on tour
Kool keith with indian chief sahara
Holdin the flashlight, shavin cream in the mirror
Like yogi berra, big yank count bank
Movin work out the country, you think i'm big hank
Forty-eight waist with bass, all in your face
I be there, in the atmosphere, super underwear
My cape aluminum, light up crews when i'm booin em
Feedback, mistaken, like crazy legs
I be breakin, rap on my back, you caught the steam
While you smoke crack, that song word p
Chorus: repeat 4x
We know how to win, ultra again
Ced gee, kool keith, re-un-ion
We know how to win..
[ced gee]
Check it
I bring light to every order
I'm smooth as hell, my record sells cross the border
So don't you tell me what i need
Cause i like to be, all that i see
However you take it, it could be arranged simplistic
Mad beats son, i know that you with it
Plus you know i'm spittin cheeba
You can quote that son, while i go call anita
I'm like the high setter, the ready to buy getter
I like the fly sweaters, honey lips is wetter
I cruise around the world, uhh
Collectin fancy pearls and sexy girls
The umm, the ahh, umm the ahh
Ahh yeah son, i originated that
And that's a fact, product skills mad fat
The black on wax need to be brought back
The right way, the hype way
The way that mc's used to rip the mic way
Chorus
[c.gee] so won't you kick that son?
[keith] yeah..
[kool keith]
Even compressed, i snap back like aquaman
The boogieman, lookin down at the city
Nuclear bombs, band-aids, hurt your arms with quickness

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Wat Tyler - Act III

ACT III.

SCENE—SMITHFIELD.

PIERS (meeting JOHN BALL.)

You look disturb'd, my father?

JOHN BALL.

Piers, I am so.
Jack Straw has forced the Tower: seized the Archbishop,
And beheaded him.

PIERS.

The curse of insurrection!

JOHN BALL.

Aye, Piers! our nobles level down their vassals—
Keep them at endless labour like their brutes,
Degrading every faculty by servitude:
Repressing all the energy of the mind.
We must not wonder then, that like wild beasts,
When they have burst their chains, with brutal rage
They revenge them on their tyrants.

PIERS.

This Archbishop!
He was oppressive to his humble vassals:
Proud, haughty, avaricious.—

JOHN BALL.

A true high-priest!
Preaching humility with his mitre on!
Praising up alms and Christian charity
Even whilst his unforgiving hand distress'd
His honest tenants.

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Free

Chill in the bones, chill in the air
Do you think that i haven't been around?
Boy i wasn't born yesterday, yesterday
Coming home late at night, flowers on the doorstep
Trying to make it right
Boy you gotta be high's what i got to say
I got to say, i've done all i can
I've given you every chance to prove you are my man
But now there's nothing left to lose
I'm free, like the wind
Independent once again
Yeah, i'm gone, i gotta be moving on
Free, watch me fly
Lift your hands and wave bye bye
'cause i'm gone
I gotta be movin' on, movin' movin' movin' on
Movin' movin' movin' on, movin' movin' movin' on
I think i'll go do the mall, make a couple of calls
Gonna hang with the girls
Just to keep from crying on a shoulder
Ain't gonna turn back
Nothing you can say can change that feeling that you get
When you know that it's finally, finally over
I've made up my mind
Even though it hurts to leave your love behind
I've got nothing left to lose
I'm free, like the wind
Independent once again
Yeah, i'm gone, i gotta be moving on
Free, watch me fly
Lift your hands and wave bye bye
'cause i'm gone
I gotta be movin' on, movin' movin' movin' on
Movin' movin' movin' on, movin' movin' movin' on
I'm gone
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
Even if your heart is trying to tell you to
Stay a little bit longer, trell you to
Try a little bit harder, baby i know
I can't live another day, sleep another night
Waiting for you to change into something i
Wish you could have been
It's not what i'm into now
I've done all i can
Given you every chance to prove
You are my man
But now there's nothing left to lose
I'm free, like the wind
Independent once again
Yeah, i'm gone, i gotta be moving on

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