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Un par de clásicos de mi vena más rapera... jope cada vez que los oigo me pongo a saltar:

House of Pain - Jump Around

Pack it up, pack it in

Let me begin

I came to win

Battle me that's a sin

I won't tear the sack up

Punk you'd better back up

Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up

Get up, stand up, come on!

Come on, throw your hands up

If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling

Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk

Yo, I'll bust em in the eye

And then I'll take the punks home

Feel it, funk it

Amps it are junking

And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking

Donuts shop

Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill

Plus my mom and my pops

[Chorus]

I came to get down [2x]

So get out your seats and jump around

Jump around [3x]

Jump up Jump up and get down.

Jump [18x]

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe

If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho

Word to your moms I came to drop bombs

I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms

And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned

Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned

Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none

So if you come to battle bring a shotgun

But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death

Try and step to me you'll take your last breath

I gots the skill, come get your fill

Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

[Chorus]

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top

I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop

Or better yet a terminator

Like Arnold Schwarzenegger

Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega

But I ain't going out like no punk bitch

Get used to one style and you know I might switch

It up up and around, then buck buck you down

Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead

I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya

Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya

[Chorus]

Jump [32x]

Yo, this is dedicated

To Joe, da flava, Dakota

Grag yo bozac, punk

DJ Kool - Let Me Clear My Throat

At the count of three

I want everybody in the place to be

To make some noise if ya down with me

One, two, three

Hit me with the horns Tony

Keep makin' noise, keep makin' noise, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Here we go now, here we go now, here we go now

Here we go now, here we go now

Here we go now, here we go now, here we go now

Here we go now, here we go now

Here we go, here we go, now listen

Some of y'all might know this, and some of y'all don't (jam jam)

Some of y'all might be with this, and some of y'all won't

But listen, let me clear my throat

Oh, have mercy babe, Ha!

I hope ya don't mind, let me clear my throat

Special dedication going out to everybody here in Bahama Bay

In Philadelphia

Here we go now, check it out, ah huh, ah huh, ah (God Damn)

Yeah, rock to the rhythm of the funky rhyme

So I can get this in just one more time

To the beat and ya don't quit

It's that ol' skool rap with that new skool hit

Peter Piper picked a pepper but Kool got the Run

And I can still rip up the house

Every God damn time I get on the mic, I go crazy

Peace out to Celo, Flex, and Doug Lazy

I bet 'cha never knew but now ya know

I'm the undisputed king of this disco

And I never let the mic, might not tire me no more

Cuz DJ Kool rip up the whole damn floor

Now I'ma rap a rhyme with the greatest of ease

And swing it like the man on the flying trapeze

And if you don't like it you grab on these

And now I need some help from the maestro please

Jam, Ha! So look it here check the flavor of the rhythm I wrote

And while I got a chance here, let me clear my throat

Oh, have mercy babe, ha!

I hope ya don't mind, let me clear my throat

I need these monitors right here

Music and the monitors

And it goes a little something like this here

Ah huh ah huh ah

Now if y'all wanna party like we do

If y'all wanna party like us, lemme hear ya say

Ah ah ah ah ah (crowd)

If y'all wanna party like we do

If y'all wanna party like us lemme hear ya say

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah (crowd)

Now when I say uh, you say ah

Uh (crowd) Uh (crowd)

And now when I say hey, you say ha

Hey (crowd) hey (crowd)

Now when I say uh, you say ah

Uh (crowd) Uh (crowd)

Now when I say hey you say ha

Hey (crowd)

Now when I say freeze you just freeze one time

When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime

When I say freeze you just freeze one time

When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime

FREEZE

Now all the ladies in the place

If you got real hair, real fingernails

If you got a job, you going to school

And y'all need nobody to help you handle your business

Make some noise

One, two, three, come on now

When I say freeze you just freeze one time

When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime

When I say freeze you just freeze one time

When I say freeze y'all stop on a dime

FREEZE

Now to all the brotha's in the place

That don't give a damn about what them ladies talking about

Cuz you just trying to get chummy

Make some noise

Now, now, now, let me clear my throat

Oh, have mercy babe, ha!

I hope you don't mind

Let me clear my throat

Special dedication going out to all the ladies

And all the brothers in here

Like to love y'all to death here

Ah huh ah huh ah (God damn)

Oh, lemme send my little shout outs here

Special dedication once again going out to everybody here

Bahama Bay in Philadelphia, we love y'all madly

Special dedication going out to Mellow T, Walt Reeder da' joiner

Don Mack, Charlie Mack, DJ Ran, Cosmic Kev

Special dedication going out to Frank Steed, Al Orrizo Ice T

And if you're with me, if you're with me

I need some help from the music, from the maestro, check it out

Somebody make some noise in this joint man

Cypress Hill - Insane in The Brain

Who you trin to get crazy with ese? dont you know Im loco?

To da one on da flam
Boy its tough
I just toss that ham on the fryin pan
Like spam
Its done when I come in slam
Damn, I feel like the son of sam
Dont make me wrek shit
Wit a automatic got me goin likke general electric
Damn
The lights are blinkin Im thinkin
Its all over when go out drinkin
Oh makin my mind slow,
Thats why I dont fuck with the big four-oh
Bro, I got ta maintain
Cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane

Chorus: insane in da membrane
Insane in da brain! (repeat 4x)

Do my shit undercover
Now its time for for the blubba
Blaba to watch dat belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet dont try it
Ill check your ass like a looter in a riot
Much too fast like a sumo slammin dat ass
Leavin your face in the grass
You know I dont take a chulo lightly
Punck just jealous cuz he cant outwrite me
So kick that style, wicked wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Rip dat mainframe
Ill explain
A nigga like me is goin insane

Chorus

Like louie armstrong
Played the trumpet
Ill hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
I got ta get my props
Cops
Come and try to snatch my crops
These pigs wanna blow my house down
And undrground to the next town
They get mad when they come to raid my pad
And Im out in the night loose scared
Yes Im the pirate pilot
Of this ship if I get
Wit the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen
Look, but dont make you eyes strain
A nigga like me is goin insane
Chorus