Fatboy
Copyright ©2000
Vinyl Grooves, Inc.
words by m. hershiser
music by s. kesson and s. perry
its gettin critical, hypocritical,
chronic, ironic, gettin physical
its gettin hydroponic and i want it, so i'm getting socially political
because its medical, mythical, magical and mystical
mental, physical and spiritual, well some are callin it a miracle
because its minimal, it isnt criminal, so
i'm gettin vocal and subliminal
i'm gettin tactical, practical, radical and cynical
i'm gonna organize, normalize, we gotta legalize
possession of marijuana - all rise
"its an honor to serve the people, but the people gotta serve the time
for this herb, maybe five to ten years in the pen, cheeers to the cell i'd
send them to hell if i could, i'd send them to jail with no bail, lock 'em
away and let 'em rot in a jail cell, take away their possessions, break up
their homes, teach 'em some lessons"
i'm gettin logical, psychological, because your logic is illogical
your laws are pathological, fanatical, tyrranical and diabolical
its only a botanical, its ecological, it isnt chemical its natural
and so i'm gettin factual, lyrical, and some are callin it a miracle
well i'm droppin like a fat man, like the fat boy
drippin, your trippin like a broken japanese toy
i'm smokin lebanese boy,
and i got a bad feeling like i'll never see it free boy
if it was up to me boy
we'd be legally sewing the seed, growing the weed
smokin it for free boy, if it was up to me
so i'm droppin like a fat man, screaming like a tree boy
floating like a butterfly and stinging like a b-boy
roll one up for me boy
cause i wanna see it legal, and i wanna see it free boy
when they gonna see boy,
the question in my head is when they gonna let it be boy
in the joint for a joint and a seed,
yeah a little bag of weed got me five til im freed
America's
Baby
Copyright ©1999 Vinyl
Grooves, Inc.
words
and music by m. hershiser
baby gettin crazy, everybody got a gun
1,2,3, bang, everybody run
got a fifth grade killer at eleven with a nine
shootin up the body and its blowin my mind
'cause baby gettin crazy, yeah baby got a gun
got a drive-by bullet in an innocent one
finger on the trigger, a little girl is dead
the hole is gettin bigger and its fuckin with my head
(chorus)
the hole is gettin bigger
my baby got a finger on the trigger
my baby got a hand on the gun
my baby never, never got a chance to be young
the hole is gettin bigger
everything is gettin really hard to figure
its gettin really hard to survive
sometimes its hard just stayin alive
baby gettin crazy, got everybody stunned
when a twelve year old said he didn't care none
took the life of another mothers son
said he did it for the thrill, he did it just for fun
'cause baby gettin crazy, yeah baby got a gun
got a drive-by bullet in an innocent one
finger on the trigger a little boy is dead
the hole is gettin bigger and its fuckin with my head
(chorus)
fifteen with a bullet, got your finger on the trigger and you pull it, it
shouldn't have to be all that but sometimes where your from got you right
where your at, my baby seen some real hard times, heard some real hard lines,
got some real hard rhymes, forty fives and nines channel fives and nines,
and violent crimes, you know my baby seen all of that, yeah my baby's watchin
all of that, now my baby's walkin all of that, talkin all of that, and that
where were at, left holdin the trigger, watchin as the hole is gettin bigger,
a hole made of lead, is fuckin with my head.......
'cause
americas baby got a gun
got a piece not a piece of the peace, they got none
on the streets, shot up for the shoes on your feet
shot down before your life is complete
on the streets, the cops and the crips and the crack and the creeps are always
creepin on ya, they're never sleepin got ya, keepin ya, deep in the, i know
the hole is gettin deeper on ya
now the dead weight lead weighs a ton on my mind
forty five plus a nine equals life minus one
everytime another baby's shot dead
its fuckin with my head
(chorus)
Industry
Copyright ©2000
Vinyl Grooves, Inc.
words by m. hershiser
music by s. kesson and s. perry
here you are on this planet
earth
acting like you're running the universe
you're ripping all the trees from the ground
you got that ugly industrial sound going
i'm choking on dead air
how did you kill the air
you killed the air, you kept the cash
the shit aint fair, someone should kick your ass
here i am on this planet
earth
this is my home, this is my place of birth
but now my world is getting stabbed and beaten
stolen, stripped, raped and left beeding
i'm choking on dead air
how do you kill the air
you killed the air, you kept the cash
the shit aint fair, someone should kick your ass
your industrial revolution
is choking on its own pollution
your industrial seduction
is soaking in its own destruction
your industrial revolution
is choking on its own pollution
your industrial seduction
is soaking in its own corruption
These are the lyrics to all 20 songs on "Hi-Fi Superfly"
all
songs © copyright
1999 Vinyl Grooves and Sticky Pistil
everything
is possible
words and music
by m. hershiser
everything is possible
brothers and sisters
everything is possible
have you forgotten
you know that!
whatcha
waitin’ for
words by s. kesson (excerpt by m. hershiser) / music by s. perry and s. kesson
maybe you’re just waitin
for the right time maybe you’re just tryin to be coniving
maybe you’re developing your master plan while the enemy is thriving
maybe you’re just waitin for elections then you’re goin to go and make your
choices
meanwhile the horrible hillbilly present is drowning out our voices
whatcha waitin’ for
maybe you’re just waitin
on your children maybe you’re just tryin to be protective
maybe they just see right through your postures maybe you should give them
some directive
maybe you’re just waitin for a spaceship to evacuate the masses
maybe you’re just waitin on jesus to come and kick their asses
whatcha waitin’ for
i don’t want to start
a revolution i don’t want to step on peoples toes
my guru says avoid confrontation i just wanna go with the flow
maybe i’ll just drink a couple fortys maybe i’ll just mingle with the masses
maybe i’ll just sit at home and watch TV until this feelin passes
"sittin watchin TV waitin
gettin late and no escapin the hatin the rapin,
too much scrapin the bottom, for a nickle and a dime i think we better check
the time
change the station, change the nation cmon why ya waitin"
maybe you’re just waitin
for the right time maybe you’re just tryin to be coniving
maybe you’re developing your master plan while the enemy is thriving
maybe you’re just waitin for elections then you’re goin to go and make your
choices
meanwhile the horrible hillbilly present is drowning out our voices
fundamental
thang
words by s. kesson / music by s. perry
we can funk
if you want baby i don’t mind
we can funk with your body we can funk with your mind
we can slap down on the ground get back to that fundamental thang
we can funk if you want babe it don’t mean a thang
we can funk
with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you for a little ride
(slide, slide, slippity slide, take a little trip in my ‘65)
there’s a funky little party goin on in my mind
we can take a little trip and leave it all behind
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
we can funk
with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you on a little ride
(fine, fine feelin so fine take a little trip down 69)
there’s a funky little party on the other side
we just movin to the groove and baby let it ride
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
we can funk
with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you for a little ride
(slide, slide, slippity slide, take a little trip in my ‘65)
there’s a funky little party goin on in my mind
gonna take a little trip and leave it all behind
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
alienated
music by m.
hershiser and m. carón
contact
words and music by s. kesson
check it in the paper
or the five o’clock news spot - the reaper and the raper got it all sewn up
hot off the wire we got automatic gunfire - crack deal, gang related, keepin
us intimidated
get a car alarm, better pack a pistol - don’t ya know the crime rates goin
up, up, up
feelin like an isolated, paranoid intimidated, media manipulated chump
we gotta make contact,
we gotta open up our eyes
we gotta start talkin to each other, its time we realize
that we gotta make contact, we gotta make some big decisions
just rip that godamn cord right out of your godamn television
headline no hope, everybody
doin dope - pessimism, anarchism always on the rise
hard luck media well theres a lot of money in it if it aint bad news there
never gonna spin it
on the prime time, top cops, crackin down on gang bangers better lock your
doors better run better hide
livin in fear of our sisters and our brothers ya we better get to know one
another
we gotta make contact...
hurricane aftermath,
drive by bloodbath - sexual misconduct in the presidential suite
oklahoma city bomber, hes a loser, hes a goner - that aint revolution, thats
a chicken shit hit man
blame it on the gangs on the guns on the blacks on the whites on the cops
on the jews on the liberals
blame it on the welfare mothers - ya we gotta get to know one another
we gotta make contact...
the
western world
music by m. hershiser
"somebody stole it, it's broken"
politics
and religion
by s.
kesson
stick
up
words by m. hershiser and s. kesson / music by s. perry
this is a stick up
everybody get your feet on the floor
everybody get your hands in the air - tell ‘em I just couldn’t take anymore
im tired of waitin in line, wastin my time take a number aint gonna make it
this time
im tired of waitin around, hangin around I aint playin around this time
so check it out now im comin back to get it
listen up now remember that i said it
im changin the tune don’t nobody forget it
im comin back now, im comin back to get it
workin for the man i
been breakin my back child
gather up the money and put it in the sack child
try and pay the rent, keep a family fed
do the right thing as i try and stay ahead
keep it in line or youll be out on the street
gonna be a freeloader, gonna be a deadbeat
i always been hungry man i always been afraid
so don’t nobody move cause i gotta get paid
this is a stick up
so get your hands where i can see em - my family’s hungry and you know i gotta
feed em
tryin to make ends meet im gettin beat down on the street - cause i never
make enough and
im gettin desperate when i see my children sufferin,
gettin nothin - things are tough and gettin tougher,
i’m gettin desperate, my kids are hungry so i gotta do something
"daddy i’m hungry"
so i gotta do something
workin for the man i
been breakin my back
get up all the money and put it in the sack
i try so hard in my struggle to survive
everyday it gets harder just to stay alive
just to keep a family fed, shoes on the feet
a roof overhead to to keep from livin on the street
now i always been hungry and i always been afraid
so don’t nobody move cause i gotta get paid
this is a stick up
everybody get your feet on the floor
everybody get your hands in the air...
this is a stick up -
ain't nothin funny
please don't nothin move but the money
cause i'm so hungry - so hungry...
cop
shop truck stop
words and music by m. hershiser
well you
can get it at the cop shop truck stop - they got it all at the salvation bus
stop
get your fill at the gas station thrift shop - get your thrill at the bus
station gift shop
they got a pit stop, called the pit fall 2 bit slots and a gritty little strip
mall
a plastic neon mini mall - they got it all
down at
the cop shop truck stop
get your fix at the hip hop body shop
they got a little coffee shop 24 - 7, the coffees always hot
at the cop shop truck stop - radar love is on the radio the next stop
is the funky little rest stop
no better deal when your drivin that steel
no better deal when your drivin that steel
theyre gettin
down at the cop shop truck stop - the funky sound is goin down in the parking
lot
the two steppin, sock hoppin, hip hoppin, hop scotchin
do the funky dance and take your shoes and your socks off and
theyre goin off - to the hip to the hip to the hip to the hop
do the trip hop and ya don’t stop, and ya don’t stop
til ya get
to the cop shop truck stop
try your luck at the cop stop road block
they got a little coffee shop - donuts by the dozen and the coffees always
hot
at the cop shop truck stop - zz top is on the radio the next stop
is the funky little rest stop
no better thrill when your toppin that hill
no better thrill when your toppin that hill
hip hoppin
at the cop shop truck stop - to dj mack and the jake brake jack pot
they got a funky black top, parking lot, block party, junkyard, trailer park,
shock party
they got a block party, theyre gettin down, theyre gettin serious,
theyre gettin around, they got it all - but most of all
ya know they got that funky sound
down at
the cop shop truck stop
pick me up at the cross top, crosswalk
speeding past the cops, and ya don’t stop, and ya don’t stop
til ya get to the cop shop truck stop - get your fix - get your kicks - get
your mug shot
all mixed up and bloodshot
no better deal when your drivin that steel
no better deal when your drivin that steel
can
i get a ride
music by m. hershiser
different
route
words and music by s. perry
thats right - gonna do
it right - all night - all damn night
thats right - gonna do it right - all night
this aint no never never
never never land
and i aint your never never never can man
so things i do i do just for fun
and all them little girlies got me on the run
so take a ride with me
- i like to get buck wild
when i get on down - i get on down with style
cause i'm im gonna do it my way - and ill say what i got to say
theres things i need to figure out
and im gonna take a different route - different route
thats right - gonna take
a different route - oh yeah - different route
thats right - gonna take a different route - oh yeah
so what im sayin im sayin
right to you
theres many things you may or may not do
so when it comes to gettin down
sticky p dont mess around
my name is shawnie p
- and when i get on down
aint no messin around - and you can take that back to town
cause i'm im gonna do it my way - and ill say what i got to say
theres things i need to figure out
and im gonna take a different route - different route
funky
baby
music by
m. hershiser
cowboy
funk
words by m. hershiser and s. kesson / music by s. perry and s. kesson
wanna be a cowboy a bareback
mare rider - t a k e y a o u t r i d i n
put my pistol in your holster - oh baby loosin up on the reigns...
wanna be a cowboy, a
bareback mare rider - take ya out ridin on the dusty plains
rollin around the sage and thistle - watch out baby im packin a pistol
cmon baby let me brush them burrs off - i promise I’ll take my spurrs off
well im back in the saddle,
but im gonna get bareback
you take the reigns baby tie me to the train track
open up your love shack baby - let me come inside and put my rifle in your
gunrack
cause i wanna be a cowboy a bronc breakin bullrider
hidin out and ridin out west like a gunfighter
lets ride, cause i wanna be a cowboy
cmon baby let me saddle
you up - my snake is gonna rattle you up
im a colt 45 with a silver bullet - baby put your finger on my trigger now
and pull it
cmon baby let me brush them burrs off - i promise I’ll take my spurrs off
wanna be a cowboy a bareback
mare rider - take ya out ridin on the dusty plains
take ya rollin in the sage and thistle - oh baby loosin up on the reigns
and we’ll ride off in the sunset - find a water hole, get our feet wet
do it side saddle or bareback - take a roll in the haystack
cause i wanna be a cowboy - lets ride, cause i wanna be a cowboy...
the real
thing
words by m. hershiser / music by m. hershiser, s. perry, s. kesson, m. carón
well check out my style
- designed to get a crowd goin wild
shakin it up - breakin it up - try and wakin shit up - i aint fakin it
this is the real thing - better than coke - better than crack
this is the one that broke the camels back - this is the one that stole it
back - the soul is back
how ya like me now -
cmon im get live and loud
im givin it up - im gettin down - let us move the body around baby
gettin with the funky sound baby
ya know I’m gettin it back - I’m takin it back - it aint smacked up or cracked
up
you know its better than that - its where its at - and im bringin it back
so wave your hands in
the air - shake your body like ya just don’t care
we gonna get on down now - everybody say oh yeah
well yes yes yall - i
confess yall
im gettin down to the sound so move your feet to the beat
its so sweet baby - when our bodies meet baby
can ya feel it... can ya feel the heat
cracker
words by s. kesson / music by s. kesson, s. perry, m. carón
disconnected by choice
dancing and weaving like serpents in cold steel moonlight
vacant eyes survey the flow
methodical in their own demise
colors fade on the downside
the rush of heat and passion always dies
the candles burn down, the money runs out
and you’re left to face the grey place
the icy slap of lack of meaning
things are gettin kinda
hazy - you don’t even have to try
friends are actin kinda crazy - you don’t wanna know why
the world is passin you by punk - go on take another hit
you don’t even have to try punk - when ya gonna get sick of that shit
zombie eyes, mesmerized
isolated despite the density of your populations
retracing your footsteps again and again
consuming your happiness in desperate breaths
casting shadows in empty places
things are gettin kinda
hazy - you don’t even have to try
friends are actin kinda crazy - you don’t wanna know why
the world is passin you by punk - go on take another hit
you don’t even have to try punk - when ya gonna get sick of that shit
so you get high and you
get by
and each night passes in dismay
and you don’t laugh and you don’t cry
and time just ticks your life away
soul
power '99
music by m. hershiser
thank
you dj's
music by m. hershiser
all that
scratchin'
words by m. hershiser / music by m. hershiser, s. kesson, s. perry, m. carón
well I got a back street
- back beat - gettin funky in the back seat
like a junky with a rap sheet - i got a needle - a record and its cookin on
a low heat
im puttin on a slow beat - low and deep - to keep the rythym so sweet
im goin with the flow - and so ya know - im goin with the soul
pump it up homeboy...
well i got the hip hop
- the trip hop - funky record spinnin like a big top
spinnin out the flip flop - the flip side - the do wop and the be bop from
the b-side
you can feel it on the inside - feel it movin - and groovin the body like
an e-ride
feel it soothin the soul - and so ya know - im goin with the flow
pump it up homeboy.....
cause all that scrathin is makin me itch...
so check out my funky
sound - move your funky body around
groovin to the hip hop sound - i got a hip hop beat and im gettin down
im gettin around - im givin it up - im gettin down - cause i cant get enough
of that funky stuff - ya know its got to be the funky stuff
cause all that scratchin is makin me itch...
well i got a back street
- phat freaky funky pumpin wax beat
the funky pumpin slap deep bass tweaks and drops to the drum beat
im hoppin to the hip beat - trick or treat - im trippin to the trunk beat
im strippin down to the funky sound - and im droppin down a funk beat
pump it up homeboy...
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