Liam Howlett - Dirtchamber Sessions vol. 1

Give The Drummer Some "Ultramagnetic MCs"
Bug Powder Dust "Bomb The Bass"
How High "Charlatans"
Been Caught Stealing "Jane's Addiction"
I Get Wrecked "Tim Dog"
It's The New Style "Beastie Boys"
New York "Sex Pistols"
Kowalski "Primal Scream"
Public Enemy No 1 "Public Enemy"
Time To Get Ill "Beastie Boys"

Give The Drummer Some "Ultramagnetic MCs"
(Часть 1 с 3:27)

(Intro)

One two, one two
Ultramagnetic's in full effect
We talkin' about givin' the drummer some
You know what, Kool Keith, yo, tell 'em what's on your mind

(Kool Keith)

I'm ready and now it's my turn to build
Uplift, get swift, then drift off... and do my own thing
Switch up change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up like a pimp
For any rapper who attempt to wear Troop's and step on my path
I'm willing as a A-1 General Rhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme test
Whatever group or vest in line I put 'em all behind
Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my skill, and what my mind deserves
I smell a grape in the duck preserves and
Who deserves the right to be king of the screen
And shout wack poetry what, are you buggin'
Germs that want to law me, quit it, before I heat your ear off
Let your burn deduct another year off rappin' for a face I'm slappin'
Gimme applause when hands start clappin', now give the drummer some

Bug Powder Dust "Bomb The Bass"
(Часть 2 с 0:00)

[I think it's time to discuss your - ah -
Philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavor]
Check it, yo!
I always hit the tape with a rough road style
You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles
Keep my rhymes thick like a Danish brew
So you could call be black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew
I'm like Billy White when he's in Tangiers
I'm out on the sole surviving with my Beatnik peers
Analog reel and a little distortion
Smokin' on somethin' s'you could say I'm scorchin'
I never been the type to rap up a well
Make man burn his draft card like it was hell
Send ya up the river like you lookin' for curse
I got the mug womp jizzum up in every verse
(Припев 2x)
Bug powder dust a mug one jizzum
The wild boys runnin' right into some trippin'
Led into control about the Big Brothah
Trying like hard to not blow my cover
Who's that man in the windowpane
Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to stain
Sho' nuff equip so wop n'geet dancester
Butt bond my ladder and you'll get beat down
Hash bond style so I'm singin' day glow
Wakin' up the dead like serpent and the rainbow
Kick off the shoes and relax your feet
Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat
(...)

How High "Charlatans"

How high! Oh I can kiss the sun
Run a minute mile while you hitch hike
Love shines a light I'll be a winner cup
And I'm lookin' for the one who cut you up
You're not having me you know the skies are mean
And I'm hopin' for a way to free you, love
I'm fixing holes the ones you break up come in from your drive
And the hand that rocks you cuts you up like lyrics of your life
I can't buy what I've done before
I want to open up another door
I'm going to let you pass I'm on another pass
I want to be the king while you zig zag
On a holy road like Caine from Kung Fu
How high oh! I can kiss the sun
Hang on to your hopes my darlin' don't let it slip away
And the hand that holds you keeps you warm and [...] don't let it slip away
(...)

Been Caught Stealing "Jane's Addiction"
(Часть 2 с 4:03)

I've been caught stealing
once when I was 5...
I enjoy stealing
It's just as simple as that
Well, it's just a simple fact
When I want something
And don't want to pay for it
I walk right through the door
Walk right through the door
Hey all right! If I get by, it's mine
Mine all mine!
(...)

I Get Wrecked "Tim Dog"
(Часть 2 с 4:52)

That's right boys, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down
Hit em like this, hoooooooo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get a motherfuckin' yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), okay
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get motherfuckin' ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), say here we go
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped
Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped
Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop
Till they hit the tip-top now it's time to get props
Wack MC's I just tax
I'll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax
Bitch ass niggaz step aside
Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide
Toyin' non-believers, here's the menace side
Geonice, come inside, you're goin on a murder ride
Peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there!

It's The New Style "Beastie Boys"
(Часть 4 с 6:16)

There it is - kick it!!!
Father to many - married to none
And in case you're unaware I carry a gun
Stepped into the party - the place was over packed
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back
I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped
I got money in the bank - I can still get high
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly
I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page
The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!)
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike
Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green
I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been

New York "Sex Pistols"

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan
From cheese and chalk
You're hipy tarts hero
'cos you put on bad show
You put on bad show
Oh don't it show
Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember
Think it's well playing Max's kansas
You're looking bored
And you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut
Still oh out on those pills
Do the sambo
Four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Think it's well playing in Japan
When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss
Still oh out on those pills
Cheap thrills, anadins, aspros, anything
You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
A kiss a kiss you're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss you're coming to this
I wanna kiss anything
Oh kiss this eh boy

Kowalski "Primal Scream"

Kowalski - Vanishing point
Kowalski - Vanishing point
Kowalski - Vanishing point
Kowalski - Vanishing point
[Like a butterfly on a man]
[Like a butterfly on a man]
[Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice...]

Public Enemy No 1 "Public Enemy"
(C. Ridenhour и H. Shocklee)

Well I'm all in, put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1-2-3 down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt
[...]
Cause I can can go solo, like a Sugar Ray bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my photo
Run in their room, hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees
You can't rock the kid, so go cut some cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin' cause I'll start placin_
Bets on that you'll be disgracing
You and you mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time, a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy number one
You got no rap, but you want a battle
It's like havin' a boat, but you got no paddle
Cause I never pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores, but I break all laws
Written while sittin', all fittin' not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer
I'm the rhyme player, the the ozone layer
A battle what? Here's a bible so start your prayer
A word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied
You just got caught a, for going out of order
And now you're servin' football teams their water
You just got dissed, all but dismissed
Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed
It's no fun, being on the run
Cause they got me, Public Enemy number one
For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
You crossed up wires are always starting fires
For you grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers
You have no desires, your father fixes tires
You try to sell ya equipment, but you get no buyers
It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers
Cause you and your crew, is only known as good triers
Known as the poetic lyrical son
I'm Public Enemy number one

I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes
Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail
I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's the time? - it's time to get ill