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Geek Mythology
We Rock (Geology)
Shake It
This is How We Rock and Roll
Mildew on the Microphone
High Voltage
Keepin' It Realistic
Back in the Place
Acousic MC's
Jabberjaw
Rhyming Spree
Tell You Something (Acoustic)
B-Boy Stance
Drop 'Em Statix (Remix)
Make Her Mine
Illumination
Rhymes in Your Head (Demo)
Can't Stop the Hip Hop
Don't Sell Your Soul (Demo)

Laptop Hip Hop

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This is How We Rock and Roll
Back in the Place
Geek Mythology
Rhyming Spree
B-Boy Stance
Stereo Blasting
Jabberjaw
Illumination
Flip the Script
Tell You Something (Acoustic)
Be the One

Big Beat Battalion

Select a song to read the lyrics.

The Preamble
Shake It
Acoustic MC's
We Rock (Geology)
The Fever's Back
Mildew on the Microphone
Keepin' It Realistic
High Voltage
Tell You Something
Don't Sell Your Soul
Can't Stop the Hip Hop
Make Her Mine

Lyrics

This is How We Rock and Roll

One, two, three, four...
B3, the Trinity, because you know we got spirit
If the shoe fits, wear it, then I'm about to tear it
My skill's got merit so I don't wanna hear it
Two geek-core rappers, hey Smooth, I'm gonna share it
Boom, bap, original rap
Choco-mocha-latte, peppermint frap
Aw, snap! I'm layin' down the smack
'Cause all you MC's aren't sayin' jack
If I could get just one more time
I'm sure it's mine that you're feelin' fine
Then why aren't you all dancin' already?
I've got ya free fallin' like Mr. Tom Petty (Oh, really?)
Hold up, check the funky two-step
Bang your shoe like Nikita Kruschev
Who's Jeff? Your favorite MC
Who's Jeff? Well, that would be me

[Chorus x 4]:
If it's too loud then you're too old
'Cause this is how we rock and roll

Can I get a super-duper-uber microphone check?
I've got plans for this beat like an architect
Come to rush the stage and silence you haters
Got ya movin' up and down like escalators
I'm like David Wright with this hit that I write
And I don't need to fight, I'm rockin' deep into the night
I'm right like a perfect angle
If you're a fishing line, I don't think you wanna tangle
The lights start to shine as I walk in the place
And it's easy to find me with a smile on my face
I'm a nice guy, but if you push me too far
My rhymes will wreck you like a rent-a-car
I'm so clean I make your glasses look dirty
My mom gets mad if you should call me Gerty
Who's Tyler? Well, his name is Grammar G
Who's Tyler? Um, that would be me

[Chorus x 8]

We're shakin' foundations like an earthquake
And people linin' up now in your state
Just to get a taste of what'cha got here
I'm callin' it now, it's the record of the year
Comin' high-speed like an internet connection
Headlines and sports on my newspaper section
Ask for directions? I'm not too proud
But I never have a question how to rock the crowd
Layin' down tracks like the railway
Like Old Blue Eyes I'll do it my way
Crack open a cold one and drink me some Peppers
I'm like Led Zeppelin while you're only zephyrs
Time to cast those ballots and hang those chads
All you soccer moms and you Nascar dads
Just wave those hands, shake those cans
This is the time on Sprockets where we dance

[Chorus x 4]

(Back)

Back in the Place

Yo, Grammar G, why don't you gimme a beat box?
This, that, quid pro quo
My rhymes lock you up like Guantanamo
Just let me go with this acapella
You can't touch this flow, they call it salmonella
I'm poison, I'm voicin' all sorts of concern
My rhymes keep me paid like a college intern
We'll keep it pumpin' like small pox
Smooth J, Grammar G, with that big beat box

[Chorus]:
One (one) for the treble, two (two) for the bass
Smooth J, Grammar G, back (back) in the place
Yes (yes) y'all, and ya don't
That's right y'all, 'cause ya won't

I said one, two, three shots can take the toll
'Cause I'm the one that's creepin' in the grassy knoll
And quick is how I make my getaway
Fool, you're never gonna catch the man Smooth J
Because I flick a wicked rhyme, a wicked rhyme is what I flick
I'm a rough-neck cracker jack, not whack but quick
Well, a UNLV jersey with the number 4
Because LJ is the man and your mom makes me snore
A better man than G you will never find
'Cause I'm one and only and one of a kind
I teeter-totter and now I'm teachin' your daughter
I'm farmin' more peanuts than my man Jimmy Carter
'Cause I'm so handsome, hold up, correction
I'd be better lookin' with a nicer complexion
Shout out to Gracey, yes y'all, she's my cat
She likes to say meow and you know that she's all that
Just me, and my boy G
And I'm the newest limb on my family tree
They try to stop me because I praise the Lord
They want me runnin' like the fugitive Harrison Ford
Let loose with the juice and I'll get crispy
Vanilla Pearl made me hurl so he's history
So check G, 'cause I'm comin' up
And correctly is the way that I strut

[Chorus x 2]

Hark, hark, and everybody say HEY
Up, up to the mic steps, steps Smooth J
Never caught in less than the freshest apparel
I've got more rhymes than a Christmas carol
I manage the mic like Tom Kelly
But I don't like the donuts that are filled with jelly
But I'll still go to Al's and hang with the fellas
They'll wanna dis' this but they're just jealous
A little alliteration in your face and
I storm like a trooper to the base and
Better than this you have never heard
Cookies crunch and MC's crumble from my word
Grammatically perfect, grammatically correct
That's why I'm Grammar G and that's why you'll get wrecked
'Cause I got more effect than ILM
They all wish they was me but I don't wish I was them
The first rap tape I bought was all the way live
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
Nucleus Houdini to Run DMC
And now it's all about Smooth J and Grammar G
I slobber on my sheets and my pillow
But bust me a beat and I will go (go go)
Off like a bee from a hive
'Cause I get goosebumps when I'm rhymin' right
'Cause I can kick a kooky flow, fresh like cookie dough
Melt like chocolate chips and then I let ya go
We never jack beats, this is not stolen
You know how it is rockin' and rollin'
Not yet as good as I can get
But it's all set to rock on cassette
Or vinyl or 8-track or compact disc
And you'll be catchin' 'em all like you was Carlton Fisk
Yo, this is it and a little bit more
And all you other suckers can leave your mics at the door
'Cause there's not enough room when we're on stage
'Cause I'm 6 foot 3, 53 years of age
And I weigh above 2 quarters and a dime
And when this is over you're gonna hit rewind
Done with the show, we've collected our cash
Let's catch graveyard down at the Pass

[Chorus x 2]

No you will not...

(Back)

Geek Mythology

Yo, it's the misfit, come and check out this hit
Straight from the mouth of Smooth in case ya missed it
And yes, I know I'm a little pidgeon-toed
These rhymes are called "Smooth J à la Mode"
You're spoiled milk, all chunky and rancid
And I'm about to hit ya with orthoboric acid
And with that said I dismiss all the players
You've got more faults than San Andreas
Got more Rhymes than Leann, me and these drums
And all we ever do is write hip hop anthems
I really appreciate all your eavesdroppin'
Like a man with one leg, I keep this party hoppin'
I swear your song sounds like Mother Goose
And I'm tryin' to bring in some new juice
Half-staffed is where your flag should be flyin'
'Cause, if left alone, hip hop would be dyin'

[Chorus]:
The greatest MC's that you've never heard
Been told all our lives that we act like nerds
Call us geeks, no need for apology
Rulin' Middle Earth with that geek mythology

Throwin' down rhymes like they're goin' out of style
And the Grammar Patrol, ya know they've got me on file
I pull your plug 'cause you can't even walk
My sword's at your back, there's the plank, now walk
If you wanna hear it all then just turn up the subs
You can keep your dubs, I'll stick my hubs
I'll make ya smile every time I start rappin'
Vote for Palpatine, what's the worst that can happen?
Double-click on my rhymes like HTML
You're full of Parvo like you lived in a kennel
Sentimental, you know my heart's always in it
Like the White House, you know I'm gonna spin it
Time to reign at the peak of the dynastic cycle
I'm bad and dangerous, a thriller like Michael
With countless rough outings and thoughtless behavior
You've got 2 choices: retirement or waivers

[Chorus]

Up and down and all around and
Inside and outside and all over town and
In and out and all about and
Got so many hooks that I caught myself a trout

[Chorus]

From Lincoln Continental to the Ford Taurus
People dig the intro, the first verse, the chorus
No bad words, just adverbs and pronouns
Dosey-doe to this hip hop hoedown
Drivin' my Yaris, the car is flint mica
Then off to Smooth's, then I'm gonna grab a bite-a
The Cafe Caubo desperado, 'cause I know
Steer clear of the Playboy Grotto
I stripped the beat down to the bare essentials
Broke out my notebook, sharpened all my pencils
Back and forth like a game of ping pong
Smooth J and Grammar G, another hip hop song
I'mma grill it like a cheese sammy
I never pulled a Hemi but I'm worthy of a Grammy
So go ahead and ban me but your case is weak
I stand before you the number 1 geek

[Chorus]

(Back)

Rhyming Spree

Here we go with the funky, dope material
Smooth J like sugar on your cereal
My rhymes are clean when I'm up in this mug
They call me E. Fresh when I rock like Doug
Garnish my rhymes and I chum up the waters
Don't swim 'cause I'm never dishonored
I am full, so full of completion
Just can't stop like an oozing secretion
Money makin', never ever fakin'
Whole-wheat toast, two strips of bacon
Then I wash it down with a glass of water
Smooth J's in the house droppin' rhymes for your daughter
Particles are charged and stored
I use new words so you never get bored
I fondle the mic, I am clearly savage
My scope of coverage is above average
And you know that we're takin' care of business
Ewan McGregor and Alec Guiness
Playin' our parts like we're one of a kind
Back with the tracks that'll blow your mind

[Chorus x 2]:
Smooth J, Grammar G
Big Beat Battalion rhyming spree
It's hot, can't stop laptop hip hop

Flourish in adversity, just like a cactus
Close to perfection and I never even practice
Come full circle, generative grammar
And at Tony Roma's I go with the sampler
Got me a brand new Minnesota hat
MC Chow Yun 'cause my lyrics are Fat (so fat)
So fat like a hippopotamus
You know you should've never ever doubted this
My rhymes are different, you know they're not common
Foliage of choice is that of Autumn
Not high-maintanence like your girlfriend Gina
Never choleric, my rhymes are much cleaner
I'm ill (How ill?) so ill
Never ever run-of-the-mill
Outblast, outlast, outclass
Nolan Ryan 'cause I strike 'em out fast
Form of flattery is simple imitation
But I copy no one, save Smooth's innovation
With this simple style, you must step aside
'Cause we are diverse like a polypeptide

[Chorus x 2]

Big beats, big beats, more treats
Everyone get up out of your seats
[x 8]

[Chorus x 4]

(Back)

B-Boy Stance

It goes a-one, two, three, three, ta-two, one
Old school's in effect and we're gonna have some fun
You heard the beat drop, put your hands in the sky
Three point one four equals pi
Well, we've got mathematics in the hip hop status
Hittin' all the spots a-like Greg Maddux
All you hip hop addicts jump (jump jump)
And if you're at the gas station then pump (pump pump)
And if your pockets are empty then walk (walk walk)
You know we're gonna bring it nonstop (stop stop)

[Chorus]:
We're just two b-boys in a b-boy stance
We came to flex the skills that'll make ya dance
On time with the rhymes that are always on point
So come on now, let's rock this joint (joint joint)

A B C D E F and I'm G
And with some Smooth J you get the triple B
Come correct with the way that I flow
Cobra Commando, I'm GI Joe
Well, knowing's half the battle, Nirvana's from Seattle
And when I hear your music I always turn the channel
I put it to the panel, turns out you can't rock
You know we're gonna bring it nonstop (stop stop)

[Chorus]

Line after line we're puttin' on wax
Everybody Wayne Chung 'til Frankie says "Relax"
Saks Fift Ave, I've never even shopped there
I'm all about Sonny but I think they oughta stop Cher
What? What did she ever do?
She started some beef with me and my crew
Two on the sides, a little off the top
You know we're gonna bring it nonstop (stop stop)

[Chorus]

It goes on and on 'til the break of dawn
Strictly for my peeps at the Comic-Con
Where you're just a pawn with the same old song
All hyped just like M. Night Shyamalan

[Chorus]

Knock, knock, knock, and let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin chin
Minnesota Twins, we got Joe Mauer
This is Today and I'm Matt Lauer
Ladies bend and snap, show me how you work
We profit from illness, just like MERK
Fizz, fizz, plop, plop
You know we're gonna bring it nonstop (stop stop)

[Chorus x 2]

(Back)

Stereo Blasting

We're back and we're takin' control
Did you hear that? It's called rock 'n' roll
It's a pure fact that we've got soul
So react or it'll take its toll
And I know I'm a mastermind
With this flow that I designed
Go toe to toe, I say nevermind
We're the greatest MC's you will ever find
We're the Big Beat, we've got the triple crown
From a long street in a small town
See the concrete, heat's risin' off the ground
In the back seat, now feel the beat pound
So get down, you know it's a party
With the new sound we play for everybody
We're world-renown, my work is never shoddy
We will call out anybody
So when you hear us rock upon these mics

[Chorus x 2]:
Sing along with the stereo blastin'
Here we go, anything can happen
Sit back and hit the cruise control
As we bring those hits with the funky flow

And once again, to the maximum
With no spins, we're not maskin' 'em
Now who's in? Yeah, who wants some?
As we begin, dum-dum-diddy-dum
'Cause I'm from the top of my class
And how come you always finish last?
We radiate the skills that surpass
The isotope's measured in atomic mass
So when you hear us rock upon these mics

[Chorus x 2]

Na, na, na, na...

It's old school, that's how we bring it
So you always want to sing it
But some fools just try to wing it
And who will always bring it?
With wit and a box of rhymes
Drum kit and a mic that shines
On time unsigned yet still inclined
To shine and rock for all mankind
So when you hear us rock upon these mics

[Chorus x 2]

(Back)

Jabberjaw

Tonight for your listening pleasure we present to you
a single from an up-and-coming duo hailing from the
Great Basin. They are known as the Big Beat Battalion.
They are changing the face of hip hop.

For those of you who have called in weary of what our
sponsors have chosen for our rotation, this act will be
a breath of fresh air...

I said one, two, three in the place to be
Smooth J can rock rock the spot
Reminiscent of a style you ain't heard for a while
But I'm the one they call "Hip Hop"
I've watched others misuse and abuse their styles
And I think it's really pushed me to the limit
Don't need to curse in any verse, so rehearse this first
You see, I don't rely on any gimmick
Too many rappers these days, they flaunt the wealth
Don't wanna live like them, you see, I care about myself
I care about my health, life means something else
So I creep to the mic like I'm stealth
And I came to inspect other rappers' property
I'll pull your mic if you can't represent properly
And I don't care if your a player with more game than Monopoly
There's not stoppin' me

[Chorus]:
Why do they even let you grab a mic?
You bottom-feedin' MC parasite
Yo, G, who's the weakest MC you ever saw?

The studio gangster, he's a jabberjaw

The Studio Gangster: A hip hop artist with little or no
street credit; therefore, their entire biography will be
manufactured by the respective record label to include
tales of guns, violence, and drug dealing, while in
reality they are nothing more than fake G's that
pretend to be from the streets.

You know who you are, there's no need for name-callin'
I think you're appallin', I'm yiggy yes yallin'
Your stock is fallin' in a hostile takeover
Hip hop is ready for a makeover
No more videos with explosions and guns and girls
And hot tubs and beepers
I want mics and lights, fresh rhymes and sneakers
Boomin' woofers and tweeters
And scratch the wife-beaters and the deceivers
Glorifyin' violence and silence with drug deals
Tell me, how did you feel when you heard
A DJ cut on the wheels of steel?
We are world class and you're a flash in the pan
Bring it on whoever you are
Sucker MC's, you are a disease
Exposed by this seminar

[Chorus]

The female degrading jabberjaw

The Female Degrader: A revolting reincarnation of
hip hop made popular by the dirty south. These acts
consist mainly of groups of males yelling vulgar,
indiscriminate words at the tops of their lungs to
loud, repetitive beats. See also yeah, okay, what?

I'm a rapper who wants a hip hop renaissance
Something positive inside of nonchalance
But others, they label my style as weak
They'd rather smoke weed and tweak
Keep it real, keep it street, you don't hear rhymes
You hear beeps or sound effects that cover up the phrases
It used to be about a crowd, a clout-shout
And some phat shoelaces
Not these plastic rappers with these plastic raps
I'll stick with my four tracks and wax
Kickin' all sorts of facts, no pimp slaps
I'm at the head of my class
We're not afraid to break you off from the norm
Bumpin' in your dorm or bumpin' in your car
Sucker MC's you are a disease
Exposed by two superstars

[Chorus]

Fake, ghetto-fabulous jabberjaws

Ghetto-Fabulous: The combination of bad taste and
urban aesthetic and a desire to wear one's wealth.
This style refers to the Nouveau Riche who have
often grown up in low socioeconomic areas.
Holler.

Yo, this one goes out to all you fans of REAL hip hop
who have been a little bit upset by the way that things
have been portrayed in the last few years.

(Back)

Illumination

Wake up before dawn, in an hour I'm on
Formin' bonds, reachin' and teachin', moldin' young minds
Look in their eyes and see great potential
They're countin' on me, my passion is essential
You've got to be real, always inspirational
Keep it loose, be yourself, make it intellectual
Pushin' the boundaries of critical thinking
180 kids without even blinking
Please tell me that I touched the life of on today
I hope they take to heart all the things that I say
Listen up everybody, check the presentation
Teachers create the future with illumination

[Chorus]:
And I wish every kid could hear this song
And I wish every kid could choose right, not wrong
And I wish every kid had a mom and dad
And I wish every kid had the chance I had
And I wish...

And it's sad, but that's the way life is
Because something positive in this world is priceless
I just say you gotta do your best
And what's left, just rest and let God bless
Because you cannot let go of that rope of hope
Surround yourself with things that help you cope
With all the madness and sadness, don't believe every word
Who said you had to follow the herd?
Find out about yourself, figure out what you like
And if it makes you happy, then it's probably right
Correct, much respect to those who help others
'Cause in the end we're all sisters and brothers

[Chorus x 2]

They ask me why I teach, it's not about the money
It's about touchin' the life of somebody
Hopin' and lookin' for a better tomorrow
And I'm not sure I can remove all the sorrow
But maybe just one needs a start
And I can say that I played my part
Graduation day I heard a valedictorian say
"You helped me on my way, so thanks, Mr. J
Teachers helpin' students on the way to success
And teachers helpin' students to be their best
Teachers helpin' students, little boys and girls
Teachers helpin' students to change the world
Check the playground 'cause I lay the groundwork
And a few years from now check the planet Earth
Little Brad is a doctor, Brinley a lawyer
Sara a teacher, Johnny a preacher
Andrew the pilot, Brett the engineer
But without our support, will they get there?
Look at the man in the mirror, a wise man said
"We can give them a fish so they are fed for one day
Or we can teach them to fish so they can eat each and every day"
For each and every day that we live
We all need to do something positive

[Chorus x 2]

(Back)

Flip the Script

The bass drops in like a piece of the puzzle
I go without a muzzle 'cause I go without a huddle
While you look befuddle and your logic is muddled
And the way I dominate, I guess I owe you some cuddles
Click a shot, crack a whip, and feel the bass hit
Your crew is through and I think it's time you face it
Flashin', blastin', pass me the mic
I'll catch ya off-guard like a power rate hike
Interesting fact that you oughta know
Your rhymes suck like the wind blows
And I know I may seem a little cocky
But not one of you could ever stop me
Controlled the mic since the first day ya heard me
I've still never met an MC that can serve me
You never should've set foot off the Shire
Ya heard me, son? It's time to retire

[Chorus]:
Gather round 'cause this is it
Hear the sound and the words we spit
Get down, crack boom bip
Gimme the microphone so I can flip the script

No sound check and no stage blockin'
Just gimme Grammar G so I can start rockin'
And you can start talkin', "Smooth J you're spectacular"
I Quantum Leap ahead, MC Scott Bakula
Harness my power like a windmill tower
You better call Welch's, your grapes went sour
I give no apologies and no excuses
Your manufactured music is just plain useless
I'm so ill, I'm nauseous, be cautious
A lyrical rainstorm, fit for galoshes
And then how 'bout we throw in an umbrella
The beat's fat like Brando, and you're yellin' "STELLA!"
My aim is to stop you like an octagon
And I'm sick of hearing that same, old song
It's time for a new one so we bring the new cut
I wish they would've left your mouth wired shut

[Chorus x 4]

Start out strong, my rhymes don't fizzle
I'm like a hurricane while you're only drizzle
I haven't yet joined to and I refuse to
I've become the greatest because I choose to
Here comes the Rain Man, Dustin like Hoffman
My rhymes are hot like the temperature in Laughlin
I rock the mic often, it's more than a hobby
I punish MC's like the Code of Hammurabi
We step on the dance floor, Smooth brings the havok
Play my cards right like my name was Maverick
I heat up the game like a Bunsen burner
My girl's got nice legs like Tina Turner
I've got the ability to rock this facility
I walk the tightrope with lyrical agility
Humility? Not when I spit this
Resurrected hip hop, can I get a witness?

[Chorus x 2]

(Back)

Tell You Something (Acoustic)

Yo, I am the MC that rocks the spot
I am to MC's what you are not
I live on the third house of my block
My rhymes are cold, this beat is hot
This beat is hot, it's hot like lava
Not ya, gotcha, like a weight and I'll spot ya
Lift on up to the higher level
Switch my style, 'cause you know I got several
Several styles, I swoop like a vulture
Slash and burn like agriculture
Time for me to harvest my crops
Smooth J is in the house so it never stops
It never stops and nor do I
Go on so long like a firefly
Attract attention, mention my name
Grammar G, the hunter, you know I got game
You know I got game like my name was Ray Allen
My rhymes aren't sick like those kids up in Fallon
Join the Battalion, we expose truth
Hip hop assassin, John Wilkes Booth
A booth, excuse me, I'm gonna step out of
Superhero to some 'cause you know that I give love
Since your sonnets you want this in the mail-a
Come on, now, I got something to tell ya

[Chorus]:
Listen up, I wanna tell you something
All you MCs out there are nothing
Even after all your frontin'
The Triple B is what you're pumpin', yeah

Hello, howdy, how the heck are ya?
My timing's so sharp that I just might scar ya
Careful, I may speak softly
One slip up could be so costly
Could be so costly and now you're over budget
My rhyme's so quick that Hammer couldn't touch it
Don't rush it, good things take time
You thought your rhymes were good until you heard mine
Until you heard mine you had no idea
We'd free ya, and break you out of that cage
Now you're amazed at how great we are
Crikey! We've now become stars
We've now become stars in constellations
I get first prizes, not consolations
If you think you've got rhymes, it's you I'm dissin'
All MC's, shh, listen

[Chorus]

Batter up, what's up? who's next? mic check
Grammar G, Smooth J, get enough respect
When we come, correct, it's on
And we come to rock 'til the break of dawn
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Rock beats, rock cuts, rock blocks with these
Rock lots of these, rock philosophies
The illest MCs that you ever did see

[Chorus x 2]

(Back)

Be the One

[Chorus]:
(Be the one) Be the one who will inspire
(Be the one) Be the one that they admire
Brothers and sisters, the time has come
For you to step up and be the one

It's first day, seven o'clock, the school year begins
And I'm just chillin' with all of my friends
School bell rings, got first class all alone
Feelin' totally out of my comfort zone
Placed in the back next to someone new
But I already know what I'm gonna do
"What's up? I'm Jeff," say something nice
And whatever it takes to break the ice

[Chorus x 2]

Big date, anniversary, we're out on the town
She whispers in my ear, "My parents aren't around"
She asks me if I want to spend the night
But in my heart I feel it's just not right
So now I know I must explain
That I plan to wait, I made a choice to abstain
"Now girl, there's no question that I'm into you
But right now, that's something that I cannot do"

[Chorus x 2]

10 p.m. party, text message goes out
It's all goin' down at Elizabeth's house
The week's gone, so we on, time to get our freak on
But weeds on, so we gone, don't want our minds to tweak on
Anything narcotic
Programmed to comform, their minds are robotic
And I'm not embarrassed to turn around and leave
This is who I am and this is what I believe

[Chorus x 4]

(Back)

The Preamble

I look both ways before I rhyme on this beat
And when I start my flow I always lift your seat
Buckle up, kid, we're goin' for a ride
You better simplify your fractions before you divide
MCs do your homework before you press play
Life is not black or white, in fact, it's gray
Give us two mics and a stage and we'll rock it
We'll give our hearts and minds 'cause nothin's in our pockets

[Chorus]:
We're the Big Beat Battalion, ladies and gents
We don't make dollars but we do make sense
We're the Big Beat Battalion, ladies and gents
We don't make dollars but we do make sense

The only greens I get is when I eat my veggies
And all you hip hop bullies who've been handin' out those wedgies
The small guys you picked on have now become your bosses
Unless approved by your dentist, you're not allowed to floss
We wash our hands clean of this dirty rap game
Before you can indulge you must learn to abstain
Straight and narrow, we're not afraid to walk it
We'll give our hearts and minds 'cause there's nothin' in our pockets

[Chorus x 2]

Gucci, Prada, Dolce and Gabbana
Bentley, Lamborghini, six four Impala
Hummer, Jaguars, dubs and twenties
Glock, Tech Nine, grenades, and honeys
Cristal, courvoisier, [censored], strip clubs
Botox and lipo, drugs, drugs, drugs
Violence, homicide, and other social ills
Cash is king, hundred dollar dollar bills

Smooth, man, what was that?
Well, Grammar G, seriously, how're we ever gonna get exposure
if we don't mention that kind of stuff?
It's what everybody else is doing.

The Big Beat Battalion's musical petition
Take back the radio, don't trust your television
It's all about the music, they say it isn't
And you can join us, all you have to do is listen
Bring down the system with our wisdom
Just like life, it requires a decision
Some will sign on and others will mock it
We'll give our hearts and minds 'cause nothin's in our pockets

[Chorus x 4]

(Back)

Shake It

[Chorus]:
Rockin', rollin', talkin', flowin'
Crowd controllin', comin', goin'
There's the floor, go now and take it
Come on party people, let me see you shake it

Step up, gather 'round, take a load off your feet
Smooth J come to bless a rhyme on this here beat
Get you out of your seat, get you out of your mind
Time to press repeat, time to press rewind
Now wait a minute, 'cause I'm steppin' in it
And if you're a cynic then consider this a clinic
Bobbin' hands and heads with my BBB threads
So if you're paranoid then don't forget your meds
With these rhymes I'm announcin' I got your booty bouncin'
My rhyme's so deaf that they call me Pete Townshend
Even Tommy can hear me in your teenage wasteland
Just wiggle those hips 'til they fall out your waistband
Well, I'm more fun than a barrel of monkeys
And for the beat junkies I bring it funky
And the beat goes bumpy, and your mom gets grumpy
'Cause I rattle the car down to a trunky

[Chorus x 2]

Shakin' things up like a package of salt
And if you're not moving it's not my fault
I got the swivel-arm battle-grip on this mic
Ambidextrous control and I rock all night
Hey, what's the fuss when I drive the bus
Bringin' this party like Cletus brings Gus
Because I must, so in G you trust
Surely you can't be serious
I am serious, but don't call me Shirley
Don't run off the floor like you're Bobby Hurley
I'm from the east, I rock the west
Now get some wrinkles on that permanent press
Precise advice is to get nice
And spice 'em, hurry, like a coconut curry
With my rhymes slurry, all Shirley Burry
And shave my chest if it gets too furry
Everybody dance now, the anthem is upon us
I could say you have talent but that's not honest
Traguna macoides tricorum satis dee
Big Beat Battalion, Smooth J, Grammar G
So jump up and down 'cause I'm in town
Bringin' sound like a red-nosed clown
Get out your nightgown 'cause there's no frown
Spike the mic and scream "TOUCHDOWN!"

[Chorus x 2]

Everybody at this party shake it like you want somebody
Everybody at this party shake it like you want somebody

Shimmy on over and go for broke
M in the formula stands for slope
Taupe is a color similar to brown
I am dope and I came to get down
Well, it's about time and my rhymes are primed
I'm doin' fine so here's the line
Behind the sign is where you'll find
Minds gettin' polished like a shoe shine
I don't stop and you need a breather
Here comes Smooth with the disco fever
When you catch it, I've got your medicine
I shed light on this mic like I'm Thomas Edison
Now you can bet that I'll make you sweat
So get wet, and just let 'em set 'em
Yo J, go get 'em, hey
My cats are nice so you can pet 'em
Smooth J all day, even nocturnal
I rocked equinox, autumnal to vernal
My rhymes are eternal, they just don't quit
Get down to the sound, another triple B hit
Your kneecaps are clappin' 'cause I make it happen
Boogie like a monster, so deep I'm shaftin'
You're laughin' 'cause you're havin' good times
You pancreas parties with all your enzymes

[Chorus x 4]

(Back)

Acoustic MC's

[Chorus]:
Two MCs on the microphone
And the rest of y'all should stay at home
'Cause it's a fact that you will get dissed
'Cause you can't make no song like this

So, guess what
G is back again so dress up
'Cause raps awfully thin
No talent, it's what I've said for years
So shout it, 'cause G is goin' for his
And upside, well you're feelin' hesitation
But confide, I make a solid presentation
'Cause my pride lies in syntax and poetry
While you hide from intelligence and symmetry
You got no skills, only repetitions
No frills, so put away your silly inhibitions
'Cause this time G is keepin' it for real
And this line is one you want to steal
'Cause I'm gigantic and you can't mess
Like the Titanic you're goin' down with the rest
And there's no hope for the MCs fightin'
And there's no rope so I got to keep climbin'
It's a new style and it's one you can't fathom
And it's been awhile since I caught you grabbin'
So J's got my back and I'll take it to the rack
'Cause it's like that I'll take you yard like Mac
McGwire, and I am true to this game
And I'm so tired and you are simply unashamed
And now I know that you got my gist
Because you can't make no song like this

[Chorus]

I circumnavigate the stage, lay claim to new continents
Never foul with the vowels and I'm constant with the consonants
Put on the braggadocio, catch it like Mike Scoscia
My rhymes are so safe I'm approved by OSHA
Strap on your hard hat, check where I start at
While I'm takin' off while you're still on the tarmac
Control MCs like air traffic, flip styles like gymnastics
Pay in cash, you get in trouble with plastic
Fasten up your belts, my style's so hot it melts
I can rip the mic like no one else
Crews might call for reinforcements, the lyrical contortionist
That's why I got so many product endorsements
You use the mic with my name on it, my fame on it
More than fourteen lines so you know it's not a sonnet
You want it, I flaunt it, got more flow than hydroponics
Man of many talents like my man Harry Connick
Junior, soon your crew will be diminished
I'm like Popeye and the mic is like my spinach
Your finished, like Brutus, you could never do this
Call up Alicia 'cause you're clueless
'Cause I cause an asthmatic to reach for an inhaler
You try to brush me off the plate, I'm MC Don Baylor
Not a sailor no more, set foot on dry land
I use amoxicillin to fight these swollen glands
So clap your hands everybody
And all your other MCs are dried up like Saudi
Arabia, I'm loud like Beatlemania
I Mack like Sara on her Adia
And I can rock your stadium with Jerry Tarkanian
Smooth J, elemental like Uranium
I push the envelope, then I lick it and send it
Because all my rhymes are so splendid
I'm nice, I'm ice, thirty-two degrees below
A hip hop virtuoso, miggity-Michelangelo
And my style cannot simply be duplicated
Acoustic guitar carefully amalgamated
On Lunetto, four-nine-oh-one
That's it, I'm finished, I'm through, I'm done
And I know that you will get my gist
'Cause you can't make no song like this

[Chorus x 4]

(Back)

We Rock (Geology)

Now put your cell on vibrate 'Cause I'm about rockin'
MC Stephen Hawkin', more cowbell than Walken
We're gamin' online, I'm strictly multiplayer
The laptop hip-hop funky rhyme sayer
Integrated technology since Geek Mythology
MS configed, I expect your apology
Feel free to follow me should you choose
But in Quake Arena I will never lose
I've got multiple ports, I play fantasy sports
And all you haters need mic check tech support
Because I never need to recharge, my flow is tireless
You can plug me in but I prefer to go wireless
And when I grab the mic you know I rhyme so well
And what you come up with just makes me LOL
Got my ping lower than Tiger's golf score
Dual-stacked fan-cooled processor

[Chorus]:
Get up, you party people, and technophiles
Here come the hip hop hackers with atomic styles
So get down to the sound of the triple B
Now don't stop, we rock (like geology)
Now don't stop, we rock (like geology)
Now don't stop, we rock (like geology)
Now don't stop, we rock (like geology)
Nerd-core flow on the m-i-c

One click away, I E-bay with my mouse
I Google Map searched Billy Corgan's house
Executable files that you can't stop
Wait 'til you see the size of my laptop
Well I'm the MVP of the mp3
I rock RCA plugs and USBs
I rock my group e-mails with BCCs
I'm always nice on the dice with the RPGs
Hawaii i.e. time to snorkle
Download some wallpaper by Brett Corkill
Myspace can change, profiles rearrange
But when you hear this voice you know the name
I'm all in your face with my drum and bass
Rockin' suburbia with the cut and paste
Droppin' science with my masters in curriculum
Smooth like endoplasmic reticulum
Not fickle with the megapixel of my scan disk
I'll reboot your modem up into Spanish
Interlock words together like I'm Tetris
Four thousand watt sub, bub, will leave you breathless
I flow in capitals, I always hit Shift
No spoilers are leaked before I flip the switch
Bounty hunt like Fett, Boba or Jango
Don't stand in line, kid, you know I Fandango

[Chorus]

I flow for every nerd in black-rimmed glasses
For pocket protectors, I flow for Jedi Masters
I flow for DVDs with special features
I flow for all students, I flow for all teachers
I flow for those who chose our shows
And Angelina Jolie, believe me, she knows
I flow for my peeps that keep me humble
I flow for the articulate 'cause they don't mumble

[Chorus]

I'm leet on this beat like I'm 1337
Go for the soul like it's mana from heaven
Rhyme infection like an injection from a syringe
Now pace yourself 'cause I'm about to binge
Attackin' clones with poems from my dome
I'm the illest MC this beat has ever known
While you're home with rabies I flow like the Eurphrates
Each phrase I catch is a match like Sadies
Give in, I win, like a pin in a haystack
I'm a sleek geek at my peak with the payback
Woofers and tweeters with plenty of RAM
Friends at the end like Frodo and Sam
My action figure comes with a cordless mic
Some khakis, two sneakers, and a shirt with stripes
And when you press the right button, I shake a limb
Say a phat rhyme and save hip hop again

[Chorus]

It's a masterpiece...

(Back)

The Fever's Back

[Chorus]:
(Rebels) Feel the fever
(Rebels) Pack the Mack
(Rebels) We're the leaders
(Rebels) The fever's back

Runnin' Rebel hoops, scarlet and gray
Anthony, Augmon, Ackles, LJ
Armon Hammer, Spoon James, Gondo, Sidney Green
Dickel, Banks or Wade running the team
Scream like Moses Scurry, pack the Mack just to see us
Tyrone Nesby, Shawn Marion and Reggie Theus
Jarvis Basnight and Fearless Freddie�s shots
And Gerald Paddio in his knee-high socks
Anderson Hunt in the corner for three
Final Four M.V.P.
Tark and Gurg taught our teams to be intense
Pick up the pace, in your face Amoeba defense
Bring on the Mountain West 'cause it�s always Rebel time
Original Rojo, section 109
Rebels with a cause dominate from the tip
1990 National Championship

[Chorus]

The Kruger era has begun a new Rebel tradition
We�ve got top notch recruits at every position
Jovan, Ricky, Umeh, and Joe
Curtis Terry and Jason Petrimoulx
Amundson, Villepigue, Wendell White and Gaston
Joel Anthony blocking shots with his man Jerome
Keeping the streak alive, Kruger�s crew is fast breaking
Consecutive record for three point making

[Chorus]

Roll out the red carpet, Dick Calvert�s on the mic
It�s Runnin� Rebels all day, all night
Run and gun, get loud, hey Reb, feel the fever
I love the Rebs so much I married a cheerleader
So holler if you all are gonna pack the stands
Runnin� Rebel tickets 739-FANS
Dance in the aisles rock the upper Levels
And if you bleed red you�re a true Runnin� Rebel

[Chorus x 2]

(Back)

Mildew on the Microphone

I plug the mic in watch your set collapse
'Cause I'm the illest when it comes to bustin' raps
Fully strapped with the off-beat delivery
Here to cause a scene like I was the Nativity
Tomorrow never comes for you or yours
I'll tear you apart, put salt in your sores
Been talking that junk, son, now pay the piper
You best be backin' up, I spit this poison like a viper

Microphone master, big beat rocker
Crazy ill-o-matic, funky show-stopper

Calibrate the rhymes, no need for refinement
The assignment's done, what? Come and get some
Because you're nothing, you little freakin' punk
You're all hands but can't feel the funk
You say you got an advantage on me
What a big car (oops, sorry) or your SUV
I bring the worst pain you could ever fear
And what's that? The choice voice in your ear
Wind up and then I let the pitch go
Leavin' you in stitches like Vladimir Klitchko
I got the Boom Bap, all you got is crap
Even with gonorrhea you couldn't make me clap
I shanked your crew with a pointed line
The sharpening stone I used is my mind
Your ignorance (ha ha!), no longer tolerated
Like a sneaker, you are prefabricated

[Chorus]:
Microphone master, big beat rocker
Crazy ill-o-matic, funky show-stopper
Mildew on the mic every time that we grab it
All you other suckers, you know you can't have it
Mildew on the microphone
We've got some mildew on the microphone

Two clicks on the mouse, now Smooth's in your house
So you best recognize, I'm comin' through your speakers
Callin' out all Seekers for some hip hop Quidditch
And all you other MCs are worried 'bout your image
Well now, who should I blame?
You stupid bimbo ballers with bling on your brain
Check the terrain, yo, 'cause I'm multi-purpose
More than just scratchin', I glide across the surface
I'm short and your stuck on simple stochastic
There must be four of me, 'cause I'm so fantastic
You trip the wire, now prepare for impact
Explosion for hire, yea, you can't bring him back
Surrender now, is that what you say?
You'll get lead in the teeth like Qusay
Smooth J is kind, Smooth J is nice
Down with the joint chiefs, like Condeleeza Rice
I destroy this toy, then I turn to face you
And like your last girlfriend, I'll mace you
For I am like Uncle Sam
And I own you, and this is my land
Smooth J, half-price, clip the Sunday coupon
Your style is good, FOR ME TO POOP ON

[Chorus]

Shut your stinkin' trap, you're wick wick whack
Battalion beats are blessin' this track
Spinnin' like a washer, flyin' like a saucer
Tear off your mustache you evil imposter
Mildew on the mic 'cause we bring it funky
Peanut butter (I like mine smooth) I always pick chunky
I bring down your regime and unravel at the seams
I'm locked on target with my tractor beam
I'll rush your show from the orchestra pit
And like Sam Waksal you'll be forced to quit
Sony camcorder on birthday thirty
Makin' music and movies with my Gerty
Your crew has been put in my axis of evil
The Battalion will jump you like our name was Knievel

[Chorus x 3]

(Back)

Keepin' It Realistic

Hi-hat, big, bad drum
Come on, everybody, come and get some
Of the new style, out, out with the old
Origami is paper after some folds
And after some golds I'll switch to platinum
And call a friend to see what's happenin'
No reruns here, it's all quite clear
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself
Who else could rock like this?
No model chicks, no bottles of Cris
It's a hip hop extravaganza
Who's the Boss starring Tony Danza
Alyssa Milano, Danny Pintaro
Shake your maracas like you were Charo
If there's no tomorrow, dance all night
Fat and juicy, just take a bite
Of this hip hop Happy Meal
Big Beat Battalion, and we're keepin' it real

[Chorus]:
Rock stars up in the party (rock, rock, rock)
Now tell me how you feel (how does it feel?)
So listen up, everybody (listen up)
'Cause we came to keep it real (who keeps it real?)
Smooth J keeps it real
Grammar keeps it real

We are a supped up car
And now reach out, on grooves
Like Smooth, we move, two dudes
We prove to be untouchable, like the M-O-B
And word, you've heard all about the clout
You doubt, come out and face me
The FBI couldn't even trace me
Why you a hater?
'Cause my cross-fader is greater than you could ever be
You'll remember me for eternity
Friends be burnin' me to CDs, so feed me when I'm
Under the hoop, here's the scoop
I lay it in, like a fish I swim
Write rhymes when I get the whim
How you feel? We're keepin' it for real

[Chorus]

Yo, yo, yo

[Chorus x 2]

(Back)

High Voltage

Hey now, here we go
Welcome to the show and you should know
I flow, for sure, what's more in store?
I'm pure like light and just right, I like
To mic it all night and
I just might man, so get it right man
Your halfwit outfit better retrofit
I'll shake you to the left when you over-commit
To the right, with my juxtaposition
You filthy style couldn't pass emissions
I'm sick of the smog, torture you with my lyrical Gulag
Like phototropism, I give some
The light will follow me
Like a limb from Sleepy Hollow tree
Your persistence only encourages me
Whether I come from the left or the right
It mattereth not 'cause what I got is unattainable (uh huh)
And my greatness is sustainable
Big Beat Battalion, musical alchemy
Rockin' your scene like Romeo rocks balconies
This bard, never try to be hard
Better call up Costner 'cause you need a bodyguard
And I-ee-I-ee-I will always write rhymes
And time after time I change the paradigm
Move your feet, grab a cutie
Cut the rug, shake that booty

[Chorus]:
Ain't no stoppin' while we're rockin'
We get it hoppin'
It's on tonight, it's on tonight
It's on tonight, it's on tonight

Yeah, that's right
This one goes out to all you kitchen appliances
Household robots, vacuums, and yard tools

Tonight it's on, so don't even trip
Throw me the idol, I throw you the whip
Flip styles, thirty-four is the number
Went to Hawaii, got a nasty sunburn (ouch!)
My subcutaneous voice recognition, instantaneous
Everywhere that I go, I flow
I can't help it (hey), so don't you know?
So enjoy these rhymes, you know that they're mine
I like my shrimp with a squeeze of lime
I'm healthy 'cause I like my greens
You can call me Confession because I come clean
So turn it up like it was Freedom Rock
You're so down they call you Black Hawk
Jackpot (yes!), looks like a winner
While your rhymes put me to bed with no dinner
Ask Skinner or Pavlov's dog
I collect MCs like the kids collect pogs
Or baseball cards, try coins and stamps
Boomin' in your speakers, blastin' through your amps
You like my rhythm and you like my style
I'm always fresh 'cause I wash with Dial
So rain your praises, no, I rephrase
Give it to me good like the golden days
My favorite soccer player (is Ryan Giggs)
My favorite web designer (is Johnny Driggs)
My favorite bug killer (Grammar G)
But Smooth J remains my favorite MC
Now dan-dan-dan-dance

[Chorus]
Yeah, that's right
This one goes out to all garage door openers
Sewing machines, personal computers
Electric toothbrushes, and extension cords

So turn the keys and start up the engine
I'm so hot, aw, my eyebrows are singein'
Sure to please even the fickle
You crave this, just like a pickle
We've been rockin' together since letterman's jackets
Before we played guitars, we played tennis rackets
I'm smooth, just like an agate
T.G.I.F., MC Bob Saget
More skills than Coulier, or even John Stamos
Been servin' MCs with the Writ of Mandamus
Rockin' your home for a very long time
We only get better like a bottled wine
Just imagine, in a year or two
No limitations on what we can do
Stand back 'cause I'm pullin' the pin
Prepare for shrapnel, a rhyme explosion
Fragments are flyin', no use in tryin'
You're gettin' crusty, like eye that is styin'
Ninety-one, represent, Smooth J, bi-pedal
Caught you in the corner, position, fetal
You keep comin' back like a boomerang
Hangin' around us like Siamang
Not to be confused with the Gibbon
MC grand opening, I cut fools like ribbon
Stop your fibbin', it makes your nose grow
Now get your feet onto the dance floor

[Chorus]

Yeah
This one goes out to all my washers and dryers
Answering machines, printers
Scanners USB ports, fax machines, digital cameras,
And all surround sound systems
Thanks for keepin' us plugged in, peace
Big Beat Battalion 2003 (Big Beat Battalion)

(Back)

Tell You Something

I am the MC that rocks the spot
I am to MCs what you are not
I live on the third house of my block
My rhymes are cold, this beat is hot
Well, this beat is hot, it's hot like lava
Not ya, gotcha, like a weight and I'll spot ya
Lift on up to the higher level
Switch my styles, 'cause you know I got several
Several styles, I swoop like a vulture
Slash and burn like agriculture
The time has come for me to harvest my crops
Smooth J is in the house so it never stops
It never stops and nor do I
Go on so long like a firefly
If you wanna attract attention, then just mention my name
Grammar G, I'm a hunter and you know I got the game
You know I got game like my name was Ray Allen
My rhymes aren't sick like those kids up in Fallon
Join the Battalion, we expose truth
Hip hop assassin, John Wilkes Booth
A booth, excuse me, I'll step out of
A hero to some 'cause you know that I give love
Since your sonnets you want this in the mail-a
Come on, now, I got something to tell ya

[Chorus x 2]:
Listen up, I wanna tell you something
All you MCs out there are nothing
Even after all your frontin'
The Triple B is what you're pumpin'

Hello, howdy, how the heck are ya?
My timing's so sharp that I just might scar ya
Careful, I may speak softly
But one slip up could be so costly
Could be so costly and now you're over budget
My rhyme's so slick that Hammer couldn't touch it
Don't rush it, good things take time
You thought your rhyme was good, until you heard mine
Until you heard mine you had no idea
That we'd free ya, and break you out of that cage
Now you're amazed at how great we are
Crikey! We've now become stars
We've now become stars in constellations
We get first prizes, not consolations
Any MCs out there who I'm dissin'
That's right y'all, come on, have a listen

[Chorus x 2]

Batter up, what's up? who's next? mic check
Grammar G, Smooth J, get enough respect
When we come, correct, it's on
And we come to rock 'til the break of dawn
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Rock beats, rock cuts, rock blocks with these
Rock lots of these, rock philosophies
The illest MCs that you ever did see

[Chorus x 3]

(Back)

Don't Sell Your Soul

Versatile, rhymes on file
Complex style, so worth your while
That you can't seem to pull away
Well, I'm Smooth J and I must say
I'm here today because of things
That I have seen, I try to keep it clean
But they just seem to keep it weak
Ignorance in the things they speak
Ignorance in the things they covet
Ignorance, but all the kids love it
And follow it, and swallow it down
Blastin' it all over town
Blastin' it in everyone's ears
Even the little kids get to hear
Then tell the peers, then tell their friends
There's nothing positive in the message it sends
'Cause the message it sends is wrong (dead wrong)
You listen to the words, you listen to the song
You listen to the beats, not to the lyrics
When the message is crap, then you're still gonna hear it
And ever so slowly, it takes control
Of your legs and your arms, your feet and toes
Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, and nose
Your head, your heart, your mind and soul
And it's gone before you realize
And music is but one disguise
To cause demise and ruin things
Time could be better spent doin' things
To make this world the kind of place
That puts a smile on somebody's face
So do the right thing, stay in control
Trust in love, don't sell your soul

[Chorus x 2]:
Don't sell your soul
Don't sell your soul
Don't sell your soul
Don't sell your soul

Every time I think, don't blink
'Cause with every week
I drink it in, and I'll sink it in
When you hear it again, so listen
Gonna christen this song with truth and light
And baby, maybe you'll get it right
Too much drama drownin' our hopes
The BBB, we come to show you the ropes
Believe in yourself, and why wouldn't you?
Don't let sellout tell you what you should do, hey
Don't go out like that, not astray, not today
No way, in fact, never
First you would have to sever my head
Be dead before I join that side
Won't slide into your way of errors
All smoke and mirrors, can you hear us?
This is getting serious
They gave you copper but they promised you gold
Well, accept that bet, you must never fold
So look inside with pride, way to go now
Shut out the imposter and foster, don't you hide now
Our new record's out, get you up in the AM
Hey, um, do you know what I'm sayin'?
We've come completely from the heart
Since the start, today is no exception
Misconception of something as right as rain
Like seeds lead to grain, out of famine comes fame
So dig deep, pull yourself out of the cold
Remember forever, never sell your soul

[Chorus x 3]

(Back)

Can't Stop the Hip Hop

MC's gather �round
Hip hop throw down
Wicked rhymes, wicked beats
Party people stomp your feet
Raise your hands in the air
Wave �em round like you don�t care
Dig the sound, keep the styles
Crowds they gather for miles and miles
So, can�t stop the hip hop
You can�t stop the hip hop
Can�t stop the hip hop
Can�t stop the hip hop

[Chorus]:
Now all the people on the left
Let me hear you say
That no one rocks the mic
Like Smooth J
Now all the people on the right
Now it�s plain to see
That no one rocks the mic
Like Grammar G

Can�t stop the hip hop
(Can�t stop the hip hop)

My guitar and my bass
Two mics up in your face
Bring your rhymes, bring you whole crew
It ain�t nothin� like we can do
�Cause, can�t stop the hip hop
You can�t stop the hip hop
Can�t stop the hip hop
Can�t stop the hip hop

[Chorus]

Can�t stop the hip hop

Big Beat Battalion rockin� on the amp
Battalion faithfuls settin� up camp
Round up the wood, settin� up the tent
Lyrical EPA to this hip hop environment
Retirement�s a must, check your 401K
There�s no room left for Grammar G and Smooth J
Rock the community, touchin� all the bases
Smooth J on the mic equals homeostasis
My rhymes come in cases, four to a palate
Grammar G, huge talent
Hip hop hurricane, board up your shop
Grammar G, Smooth J, y-you can�t stop the hip hop
Can�t stop the hip hop
You can�t stop the hip hop
Can�t stop the hip hop

[Chorus x 3]

Yeah

(Back)

Make Her Mine

I woke up today and I was feeling alright
Tied up my laces, but not too tight
Life's an apple time to take a bite
Got a good feeling that tonight's the night
I feel like a kid, no time to worry
I got my tickets, no need to hurry
The show doesn't start for like eight more hours
Gotta stop by the store, pick up those flowers
Now what the heck am I gonna wear?
My new ringer tee, I better cut my hair
Tonight I'll do more than just stare
'Cause her friend said she's gonna be there
But that seems like forever from now
There's too much time to think about how
And what, and why, and when, and where
I just wanna show her how much I care
Too many times I've left a chance
As a victim of my own circumstance
But I think I have finally learned my lesson
Tonight they'll be no second-guessin'
I'm all dressed up, I'm out the door
I'm lookin' better than I ever have before
Arrive at the place, my heart starts to race
I hear her voice and then I see her face

[Chorus x 2]:
Everybody has a moment, everybody has a time
And tonight's the night I'm gonna make her mine
That's right, I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna seize the day
I'm gonna find all the right words to say
I'm gonna take this chance and never look back
So take my hand while there's time to act
It's just you and me and no one else
And if it's meant to be we can be ourselves

The place is packed, it's back to back
The lights go down and they get loud
Gonna rock this town and move the crowd
She's near the front row so I must go
Squeeze through the people
I've got to meet her
She looks so fine with all her friends
I've got to make her mine before the night ends
Well, I'm gettin' closer, I can almost hold her
Just a bit more to see what's in store
Smooth is rockin', he's shockin' for sure
And now he's right in front of her
Spotlight's on G and I can see
She's right there in front of me
It's now or never, so here it goes
She turns to me, but I just froze

[Chorus x 2]

Well, just as I had walked away
It turns out she had some things to say
About me and how I make her feel
Am I dreamin' this or is it really real?
She went on to talk about feelin' butterflies
And how she liked my smile and my big brown eyes
And to my surprise I began to see
What I liked about her she liked about me
We both sing along to our favorite song
Now it's not hard to see how we belong
Together, we're never gonna be apart
She's gonna give me every little piece of her heart
It could've happened sooner but it all worked out
And that's what love is all about
And now she's my girl and I feel like a stallion
Plus, we love Big Beat Battalion

(Back)

Rhymes In Your Head (Demo)

Yo, yo, yo
I got so many rhymes they keep fallin' out my noggin
Bound to get you footloose like your name was Kenny Loggins
Who's rockin'? Smooth J, another catchy song
And if you want to battle you can come and bring it on
Like Kirsten Dunst and once again it's crackin'
Put away those spirit fingers and get your hands clappin'
I'm mappin' out defeat for all of my opponents
Do you like my rhymes? Do cops like donuts?
Just go nuts, get completely psychotic
The lyrics are clever, the music's melodic
'Cause after it's all done and said
I got this song on your mind and the hook in your head

[Chorus]:
And after all that's been said
Got these rhymes in your head
And once you hear our new song
You'll be singin' along

I'm in your H E A D
Confidence has grown along with my ability
You might want to step back just a step or two
'Cause I would if I were you
'Cause I'm about to go off and get crazy with my beat
I hope you saved room 'cause you're in for a real treat
We just wrote the best song ever
Do we need your assistance? Not, never
So I wonder, have you felt this before?
That pulling of your feet onto the dance floor
Well, don't be ashamed, let it sink into your brain
It's much more fun if you don't fight it
You know that you love it and you can't hide it
We're changing the world one song at a time
Along with a friend and along with my rhyme
And after all is said, still got this rhyme in your head

[Chorus]

We've got the skills, we've got the soul
We've got the crowd under our control
We've got the beats, we've got the talent
So move your feet to the Beat Battalion

Did you ever in your life have a dream?
That you could be a star on the stage or screen
But in between the hustle and the daily grind
You never really seemed to find the time
And let your mind unwind and see
All that you know in your heart you could be
No time to wallow, got to follow my heart
With a friend, 'cause every end has a start
And this is mine, designed the rhyme with mass appeal
And that's the way that it has to feel
'Cause now every night you lie away in your bed
With our music on your mind and our rhymes in your head

[Chorus x 2]

We've got the skills, we've got the soul
We've got the crowd under our control
We've got the beats, we've got the talent
So move your feet to the Beat Battalion

(Back)

Don't Sell Your Soul (Demo)

1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4
Versatile, rhymes on file
Complex style, so worth your while
That you can't seem to pull away
Well, I'm Smooth J and I must say
I'm here today because of things
That I have seen, I try to keep it clean
But they just seem to keep it weak
Ignorance in the words they speak
Ignorance in the things they covet
Ignorance, but all the kids love it
And follow it, and swallow it down
Blastin' it all over town
Blastin' it in everyone's ear
Even the little kids get to hear
Then tell the peers, then tell their friends
Nothing positive in the message it sends
'Cause the message it sends is wrong (dead wrong)
You say you don't listen to the words, you listen to the song
You listen to the beats, not to the lyrics
When the message is crap, then you're still gonna hear it
And ever so slowly, it takes control
Of your legs and your arms, your feet and toes
Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, and nose
Your head, your heart, your mind and soul
And it's gone before you realize
And music is but one disguise
To cause demise and ruin things
Time could be better spent doin' things
To make this world the kind of place
That puts a smile on somebody's face
So do the right thing, stay in control
Trust in love, don't sell your soul

Every time I think, don't blink
'Cause with every week
I drink it in, and I'll sink it in
When you hear it again, so listen
Gonna christen this song with truth and light
And baby, maybe you'll get it right
Too much drama drownin' our hopes
The BBB come to show you the ropes
Believe in yourself, and why wouldn't you?
Don't let sellout tell you what you should do
Don't go out like that, not astray, not today
No way, in fact, never
First you would have to sever my head
Be dead before I join that side
Won't slide into your way of errors
All smoke and mirrors, can you hear us?
This is getting serious
They gave you copper but they promised you gold
Accept that debt, you must never fold
So look inside with pride, way to go now
Shut out the imposter and foster, don't you hide now
Our new record's out, get you up in the AM
Hey, um, do you know what I'm sayin'?
We've come completely from the heart
Since the start, today is no exception
Misconception of something as right as rain
Like seeds lead to grain, out of famine comes fame
So dig deep, pull yourself out of the cold
Remember forever, never sell your soul

Don't sell your soul [x 12]

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