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Hip-Hop History: The Collection
Disc 1
01. Don’t Stop… Planet Rock
02. Sign of the Times
03. Play That Beat Mr. D.J.
04. Me, Myself and I
05. I’m Your Pusher / Pusherman
06. Ain’t No Half-Steppin’
07. Top Billin’
08. Talkin’ All That Jazz
09. No Sell Out
10. Eeenie Meenie Beats
11. Watch Me Now
12. Buddy
13. Breaker’s Revenge
14. Raw (Edit)
15. Pack Jam
16. What "U" Waitin’ "4"
17. Ladies First
18. It’s Funky Enough
Disc 2
01. Just a Friend
02. Mistadobalina
03. O.G. Original Gangster
04. O.P.P.
05. They Reminisce Over You
06. They Want EFX
07. Can I Get Some Dap
08. Party Over Here
09. Gangsta Bitch
10. Peachfuzz
11. Ghetto Heaven
12. Pass da Mic
13. Just When You Thought It Was Safe
14. Not Gonna Be Able to Do It
15. Dope On Plastic (vocal)
16. Checkin’ Out the Ave.
17. The Humpty Dance
18. The Creator
Disc 3
01. Gangsta’s Paradise
02. Hypnotize
03. Shimmy Shimmy Ya
04. Feel So Good
05. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
06. Player’s Anthem
07. Superthug
08. Flava in Ya Ear
09. I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)
10. Real Hip-Hop
11. Slow Down (2006 remastered version)
12. Syntax Era
13. Back in the Day
14. What You Want
15. Problems
16. Cha Cha Cha
17. 360 (What Goes Around) (2006 remastered version)
18. Cold Rock a Party
Disc 4
01. Or Nah (remix)
02. All Eyes on You
03. Strange Clouds
04. Top
05. Coco
06. Best Friend
07. Whatever You Like
08. Daydreamin’
09. Opposite of Adults
10. Lighters Up
11. Work It
12. Holy Calamity (Bear Witness II)
13. I Got Love
14. Breathe
15. Knuck If You Buck
16. My Projects
17. Some Cut
18. If I Could Go!
Here I am, R-A-W
A terrorist, here to bring trouble to
Phony MC's, I move on and seize
I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease
Cause I'm at my apex and others are below
Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo
Second to none, making MC's run
So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one
I relieve rappers just like Tylenol
And they know it, so I don't see why you all
Try to front, perpetrating a stunt
When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi
To stage a rage is what rap did to me
To make me want to create chaos and mayhem
Cold rock a party until the A.M
I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle
While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a
Little rhyme with authority, superiority
And captivate the whole crowd's majority
The rhymes I use definitely amuse
Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues
I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw
Cause I get raw
With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing
And in my lifetime, believe I've never been
Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out
You know, come to think about it, I keep MC's looking out
And real nervous when I'm at your service
Give me that title, boy, you don't deserve this
I work like a slave to become a master
And when I say a rhyme, you that it has to
Be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed
The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it
I go and flow and grow to let you know
I damage ya I'm not an amateur but a pro-
-Fessional unquestionable without doubt superb
So full of action, my name should be a verb
My voice will float on every note
When I clear my throat, that's all she wrote!
The minute that the Kane starts to go on
Believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so on
As I put other rappers out of their misery
Get them in a battle and make them all history
Ruling and schooling MC's that I'm dueling
Watch them all take a fall as I sit back cooling
On my throne, with a bronze microphone
Hmm, God bless the child that can hold his own
Cause I get raw
Twenty-four sev chilling, killing like a villain
The meaning of raw is Ready And Willing
To do whatever is clever, take a loss, never
And the rhymes I bust, coming off is a must
And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd
I rip the microphone and leave it scarred
Never smoking or hitting or taking a sniff
Only crushing MC's that be trying to riff
I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic
Make MC's panic, they all get frantic
And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive
As I rock but hey, what you expected?
I'll get raw for you just like a warrior
Rapping like a samurai and I'll be damned if I
Ever let a Fisher-Price MC hang
Their rhymes are toy, nothing but yin-yang
So if we battle on the microphone
Bring your own casket and tombstone
And I'mma preach your funeral
Tell me who in the world could ever come with more
I get raw