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RSE20: 20 Years of Rhymesayers Entertainment
Disc 1
01. B.L.A.K. Culture
02. Revival
03. Look Into Our Wilderness
04. Scapegoat
05. Technics
06. Anything Is Everything
07. The Abusing of the Rib
08. Southside
09. Think It Through
10. Travel
11. Pushing Buttons
12. Where My Mama Chill
13. Guns and Cigarettes
14. Big Shots
15. Modern Man’s Hustle
Disc 2
01. Bottle Dreams
02. Mic Control
03. Midwest Biz
04. Hot Bars
05. Mic Line
06. Outreach 5
07. Trying to Find a Balance
08. Forest Whitiker
09. Crime
10. Say Shh
11. Share This
12. No Good
13. It Ain’t Safe
14. Heat
15. Atltlachinolli
Disc 3
01. Now
02. Self Taught
03. One Beer
04. Sunshine
05. Prom Quiz
06. Boombox
07. Rock the Spot
08. Dirty Girl
09. Ice Cold
10. Smart Went Crazy
11. P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life
12. Hand-Me-Downs
13. Beat the Drum
14. Pillow Bite
15. Uncle Sam Goddamn
16. Scarecrow
Disc 4
01. Calm Down Baby
02. Yesterday
03. Trap Door
04. Optimist (We Are Not for Them)
05. Good Lord
06. Nuff Fire
07. Devil’s Advocate
08. Smile
09. Tight Rope
10. Tema Do Canibal
11. Protagonists
12. Throw Your Hands Up
13. Smile for the Blade
14. The Best Day
15. Radio-Inactive
16. The Last to Say
17. Grubstake
18. Ten
Disc 5
01. On the Rocks
02. You
03. Writer’s Block
04. Exist to Remain
05. Shine On
06. Zero Dark Thirty
07. Only Life I Know
08. Get Down
09. Delicate Cycle
10. Step Masters
11. Kidding Me
12. Arthur’s Song
13. Show Me the Way
14. Farout
15. Candy (Know Wat Can Be)
16. Kiln
"You are distubring me!
You are disturbing my customers!
No service till you turn that shit off!
I can't even hear myself think!"
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put my in your box if your shit eats tapes (*2X*)
I got a Panasonic with a set of 15's
Black with the silver grill, shining, lookin clean
Glove on my right hand, face on lean
I keep it by my side like Radio Raheem
Ghetto blastin'
Everywhere I go I get asked to turn it down
I'll tell you hell no to your face, I ain't a coward
And if you keep trippin' I'm a turn it up LOUDER
I don't give a damn about your quiet or your peace
The only time I turn it down is when I see police
The last thing I need is being sweated by the beats
Trying to throw me in the hole and take away my beats
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
You thought it was gunshots, the way my boombox knocks
Before you see me, you hear me coming down the block
Loud enough to make your eardrums pop
But it won't stop, it don't stop (*2X*)
Some cats decorated theirs with hand styles and stickers
I decorated my piece with Polaroid pictures
Extra bass boost so you know I ain't frontin'
Tinted deck with a missing pause button
A pocketfull of tapes from the latest mix shows
With one in the deck cause the door won't close
I might get it fixed when I get some cheddar
Auto-reverse, one side sounds better
My pulse meter pulsates when I play my jams
My equalizer got 32 bands
This cat try to battle, he didn't know me
I drowned him out with my tapes on Dolby
Plus, I only had the volume on 5
God forbid, he really woulda tried to get live
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
Some cat bought the same model and thought he was equal
But he lost the battle cause he couldn't freak the EQ's
He shoulda known better than to battle me
He dug his own ditch with them Ray-O-Vac batteries
Now he mad as hell
I told him not to come back unless he had some Duracell's
My boombox: fully equipped
With a microphone jack whenever cats want to spit
Whereever I'm at, the B-boys follow
My box turns bus stops into the Apollo
I give you 15 minutes of fame
And had a downtown sidewalks looking like Soul Train
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
"You come to Sal's, there's no music
No rap, no music, no music, no music
Capice? Understand?"