I'm also trying , but it aint workin [/b][/quote] Just listen to the song, and after 3/4 seconds you stop and you type what he just said
You can't ask for mp3's here. If you're smart, you'll PM someone who has it and they'll send it to you.
Yo. Yo, yo. I have a dream of a scene between the green hills, Clouds pull away and the sunlight is revealed, People don't talk about keeping it real, It's understood that they actually will. An intoxicated and stimulated MC's floatin' in the trees, Paranoid, are gone in the breeze, Watch them flee, hip-hop heads, Take a walk with me, And what you'll see is a land where the sand's made of wax, And the sky beyond you is krylon blue, And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme, MC's have left materialism behind them, Meanwhile, I just grip my mic, And hope that me and my crew make it through alright, 'Cause say watch you will and say what might, But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night. Yo, I've seen a lot of shhh... I've talked to a bum out on Sunset Strip, He asked me, "How would you feel if everybody acted like you didn't exist? You'd lose your grip and probably eventually flip." So let it be known, the only reason that we do this, Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it, While MC's fight to see who can be the commonist, We float overhead like a space odysee monolith, Overseeing the game, over being part of the same old thing, It's all gonna change, in a hurricane of darkness and pain, Acidic rain and promises you won't do it again, Meanwhile I just grip this mic, At the Wake-up Show doin' it with Rocca all night, You ready to spit that? Go ahead and spit that, spit that, go ahead... Like that... Me and Rocca haven't begun to hit you yet, When I get you open your insides'll make you wet, You bet, hostile when I'm rappin' to you, Got you askin' God how he let that just happened to you, Bringin' on the fat lady and the fat man too, And shoot 'em both out a cannon over Cat Man Do, If you're sleepin', I'm knockin' out the Sandman too, I'll beat the yellow outta you until you're black and blue, Laughed at you, and any MC who wants to scuffle, Turn a challenger MC into challenger space shuttle, MC's so mixed up, their bones are pulling muscles, And their bladder's leakin' out and down their into a puddle, What's that? Layin' you flat survival tactically, You wanna battle me, you better start thinking practically, Line after line, casually rhymin' this rapidly, And enemous you never get a chance to bust back at me. I think that's all right apart from the last line though. I've just transcribed that all for you so if there's spelling mistakes, etc, then whatever
Yo, Yo Yo I have a dream of a scene between the green hills Clouds pull away and the sunlight is revealed People don't talk about keepin' it real It's understood that they actually will And intoxicated and stimulated emcees Floatin' the in trees, paranoid are gone with the breeze Watch them flee Hip hop heads take a walk with me, and what you'll see Is a land where the sand's made of crushed up wax And the sky beyond you is krylon blue And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme Emcees have left materialism behind them Meanwhile I just grip my mic And hope me and my crew make it through alright Because say what you will, and say what you might But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night Yo I've seen a lot of sh*t I've talked to a bum out on Sunset Strip He asked me "How would you feel if everybody acted like you didn't exist?" You'd lose your grip n' probably eventually flip So let it be known, the only reason that we do this Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it While emcees fight to see who can be the Commonist We float overhead like a space odyssey monolith Overseeing the game, over being part of the same old thing, it's all gonna change In a hurricane of darkness and pain and acidic rain and promises you won't do it again Meanwhile I just grip this mic At the wake up show doing it with Rocker all night are you ready to spit that? Go ahead and spit that, spit that spit that.... [all night y'all and all day y'all and all night y'all. like that y'all]: Me and Rocker havent begun to hit you yet When i get you open your insides will make you wet [wooo]: You bet Hostle when iam rapping to you got asking God how did we let this happen to you? Bringing on the fat lady and the fat man too and shoot them both out of a cannon over katmandu If your sleeping iam knocking out the sand man too I'll beat the yellow out of you untill your black and blue laughed at you when any emcee who wants to scuffle to the challenger emcee to the challenger space shuttle emcees so mixed up that their bones are pulling muscles and their blader is leaking down their leg into a puddle whats that? laying you flat survival tactically you wana' battle me you betta' start thinking practically line after line casually rhyming this rapidly and ending this you never get a chance to bust back at me i think thats right - make any changes if there is any