| THE RHAPSODY (IN J MINOR) |
| P. Nash, S. Sitrin, D. Ingle, R. Bushy, E. Brann, L. Dorman Produced by Sam Sever Recorded and Mixed by Kevin Reynolds at Chung King Studios, NY, NY Performed by Pete Nice Contains samples of the following: Soul Experience by Iron Butterfly |
| Verse 1 |
| Bringin it, bringin it back to original Sever back to the roots, hip-hop double header red light, ride up the bass just a smidgen yo, get the speakers singin like a stool pigeon Sweeny Todd slice up a slip throat livin in a castle, hoes swimmin in my moat masterful moves on a microphone endeavor Prime Minister, Daddy Rich, Sam I am S-S-Sever (sneeze) bless you, fork over a tissue blowin like breezly blowin on an igloo President Taft got the big bags President Taft do your head like a doo-rag clockin mad dough every time that you seen us yo cause I flow like urine out a penis peep your move, but that's no haps, bee you're ridin on my dick in a rhapsody |
| Verse 2 |
| Back in '86 Rakim hit The Melody ever since then shit jumped off steadily still counterfeits run frauds plus felony when I'm on the pavement people are tellin me yo, you got the swollen up, mad man musical style, plus loops, loops quite suitable never half-step, be the semi semi, alright alright step to the professor, he's a swell guy wanna step to the drama over hit-and-run yo, you'd be out before I say Jack Robinson swig it, not a bigot like Archibald Bunker six pack of soul, there she blow, yo I sunk her drunk ya like a stout and my head got foamy took her like the Japanese took over Sony Lost in Space with the crumb Dr. Smith I got Elroy Cohen sayin - I smell a hit that's the record biz, yeah danger, danger fuck with me and Rich, and we might rearrange ya ain't a rapsody in blue, my crew is rollin deep Constipated Monkeys over hangin on 97th street got flavor, ill behavior Rich won't spin till the dough man pays ya hittin up hits like a symphony the melody flows, rise to the rhapsody |
| Verse 3 |
| The name's Pete Nice - what, go twice like the 49 of mine eatin Uncle Ben's rice stuck together like a Siamese twin won't get jerked, just fill it to the rim The R-I-C-H Daddy paternal if I fried chicken, then you call me the Colonel how many beats could the Richie Rich chop if the Daddy Rich could chop percussion? better call 911, get an ambulance, first aid kit for a concussion so hop along, hop-hop-hop-oh squeal like a pig for the Mafia capo someone said I'm a son of a gun but hold up, hold up, who you callin son? I got a drum on my side, so I swagger smokin boots, see a plum, yo, I bag her high on a fly, yo, I caught her clockin buzz amnesia - forgot where I was so bring it on back for the Minister Prime Time like Ernest and Julio I sip wine brewin up the tracks hefty like John Madden psychopathic, movin in a pattern like a serial killer on the move, see tt's time to move hips to the rhapsody |
| HIDDEN SKIT |
| This is your mother who just read the New York Times and asked Ricky what PE was, and he told me it was Public Enemy, I thought it was gym. You've got to be incredibly stupid to have put yourself in this position. The New York Times says they body search people for weapons at the door and it was a multicultural with groups there, Ice T, obs...obscenities, sex, putting down the police. This is what you went to? You really should get certified. They should do a psychiatric and a psychological on you, and when you come home you best call me and let me know that your alive. Because I have to have anxiety attacks because of your stupidity. They talk here about they praise and promote The Nation of Islam and Farrakhan and Malcom X. And this is what you go to, this is not to be believed. And your...your my clever son. The eh, ah, uh, American Irish group? Please give me a call when you come in. |
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