K.I.S.S.Y.O.U.

Come here love let me do what I do
I wanna k.i.s.s.y.o.u.

I know how to make you respond
Giving you what I wish when I wave my wand
I’m not afraid of what turns you on
So just take your time let me into your mind
I’m gonna give you a great massage
Make you wanna thank god cos you … so hard
We could talk for a while start forming a bond
Or just get busy, it’s whatever you want
Love I wanna be in your fantasy
I’m a do what you want can you handle me, huh?
I hope not I’d blow my top
Until I hit the spot love just don’t stop

Come here love let me do what I do
I wanna k.i.s.s.y.o.u.

I’m a freak in the sheets but I’m not in the streets
I won’t cease or retreat til you’re reaching your peak
I got technique I’m a sensual male
Keeping in shape and attending my nails
No sharp edges or dirt on my hands
No corny lines when I’m flirting with fans
No drugs needed to get me to jam
No lover that I had can do what I can do
I got moves like Bruce Leroy and I’m a B-Boy
Jewish like Leonard Nimoy but I’m not Spock
Just a nice guy you can trust
Whispering inside your ear trying to get you to blush
I’m a A-plus lover you deserve the best
Let me nibble on the cleft underneath your breast
Let me press my flesh up against your flesh
So you can feel my heart flutter inside my chest
It’s like…

Come here love let me do what I do
I wanna k.i.s.s.y.o.u.

I wanna have mind sex in the physical form
Can you move your body to the rhythm I’m on
This isn’t a porn picture but it’s making you warm
You wanna snuggle up to me while I’m singing my song
Love you’re gorgeous perfectly flawless
In my minds eye I’m painting your portrait
All the nice guys wanna visit the florist
You make little men grow big and enormous
So let’s see how can I please you?
You’re smelling so sweet any fella could eat you
You don’t need to worry cos I’m on the case
Get ready for my love just give me a taste

1-2-3-4-U

Live from the New York underground but I’m now London-bound
I come to town to light up the mic once the flight touches down
But it’s not just me it’s Us3 so it must be funky trust me
Fingers still dusty from digging in the crates for jazz breaks
Master tapes or acetates
Low fi so I use a high sample rate to compensate
Pure bass not from concentrate
Now you wanna taste so you salivate
Just grab a plate and dig in
We’re dishing food for thought from the soul kitchen
No chicken but the drumsticks are hitting the spot
Gotcha licking your chops
Don’t bite cos it’s sizzling hot
See we’re mixing a pot of gumbo
Funk, soul, with some hip hop and a little drop of jazz on top
Just add some rock some be-bop ah scooby doo
Guess what Europe, we love you too
And it’s just for you

Come on every 1
Who you’re listening 2
Us3 the crew
Playing just 4 you

Way down in the concrete jungle of Harlem
There was a young man on the road to stardom
He had many raps and it wasn’t a problem
To rock shows in winter, spring, summer and autumn
Now I don’t like dissing people like most do
I’d rather speak freely on the struggles we go through
So listen up close if you see me approach you
And just pay attention cos you know you’re supposed to
Too many people in this world are jobless
Or work long hours even though they’re impoverished
I’m not preaching I’m just trying to be honest
Cos it’s not for me to treat people like objects
Forget opinions let’s get to the facts
I’m trying to end world poverty like Jeffrey Sachs
So don’t try to tell me to relax
When we base our education on a property tax

Come on every 1
Who you’re listening 2
Us3 the crew
Playing just 4 you

Now keep in mind you’ll find this time it’s a live band
No hype man all I need on stage is a mic stand
And Wiseguy by my side, but now it’s Akil
And DJ First Rate on the wheels of steel
Cutting scratching but Gaston’s what’s happening
Just rapping for you cos you’re the main attraction
Time for me to punch in like Action Jackson
Crafting raps with a passion like I’m Gaston
But it’s Akil D and I know that you feel me
The real G’s chill on my block on 115th street
I rock beats for the people that cops beat
I’m on a hot streak and competitors got beef

ROUND THE GLOBE

Friends, countrymen, fellow Americans
I just came back from overseas
And they’re carrying on about how we don’t go out not travelling
They doubt we even leave the house
I’m not mad at them
Cos for real there’s still some places we haven’t been
In fact I’m in the airport now, I’m going back again
Time’s a wasting and I’m impatient
I ain’t waiting, I’ve been put in for vacation
Ain’t saying no more man I’m going to pack
And when I hit the road I don’t know how to act
And if I like it I ain’t going back

We’re going round the globe
When will it stop, no-one knows
We’re going round the globe
Round and round it goes

Now it’s noble to act global, but not staying local
Sorry not me, too many places to go to
Like Istanbul, not Constantinople
Can’t I show you the world
Get out man why don’t you
Hopefully if you won’t go with me
You’ll still want to see the world beyond TV
Well I got my passport I’m ready to blast off
I asked for the same seat I had on the last tour
Ain’t taking no bags just the clothes on my back
And when I’m on the road I don’t know how to act
And if I like it I ain’t going back

We’re going round the globe
When will it stop, no-one knows
We’re going round the globe
Round and round it goes

Now I don’t care if it’s long or if it’s a short visit
Just come, countries look more different when you’re in it
I’m going back to NY when the tour finishes
When I’m bored with it I’m back in a New York minute
Forget it stay stateside
I’m into the great wide open on the next thing smokin’
Took a train ride up to JFK
I just called to say bye
The place I’m going, wherever this plane flies
Ain’t taking no bag just my coat and my hat
And when I’m on the road I don’t know how to act
I don’t think I’m ever going back

Say What!?

Say You Belong To Me

Boy I know that where we are is just the place to be
It seems like everything around is gone
It’s just you and me
It’s time for the show
We can do whatever just feel free
Let’s take the time to read each other’s minds, it’s on
I know that you’ve been watching me
I can see that it’s more than just a crush
I know where you’d like to be
I want you in my arms and feel your touch
I have been waiting for so long
It’s now or never before the time is gone
I’ll give you everything you need
If you tell me you belong to me

(chorus)
Say you belong to me
Don’t you know that I want you for myself?
I know that you’re watching me
Don’t you know that it’s you and no one else?
Say you belong to me
Don’t you know that I want you for myself?
Baby don’t you be shy with me
Just say you belong to me

Say what?

We’re getting close
I can feel the heat under my feet
Take it slow
Whisper in my ear softly
Baby tonight
It’s only your voice I wanna hear
I’ll make you feel right
As long as you belong to me

(chorus)

Boy you know that I can read your mind
And your attention is so plain to see
But tonight I wanna take my time
I want you to look in my eyes and read
Boy you know that I can take your mind
And turn you into anything I want you to be
But tonight I wanna hear you say it
Say you belong to me

(chorus)

Man On Top

This is just a little message to the man on top
Everyone wants to get their hands on what you got
They stand and they watch
They plan and they plot your demise
Now they got their eyes on your prize
‘Cause you’re the baddest around
The cat’s meow
Walking ‘round town like “look at me now”
With every good reason to be happy and proud
You’ve worked hard and now you stand out in the crowd
But some will work harder to bring you down
Than to pick themselves up off of the ground
So keep your head high but not in the clouds
Stay humble and it won’t all come crumbling down
So be careful who you meet on the way to the top
They’ll be the same ones you see on the day that you drop
Because what goes around comes around
And what goes up must come down

(chorus)
Everybody wants to stop the man on top
Everyone takes their shot at the man on top
They all await his drop, the man on top
So they can claim the spot as the man on top

As they say, move your feet you lose your seat
Be careful who you meet and who you mistreat
Not everyone will have your best interests at heart
They’ll build you up to break you down then rip you apart
And you worked really hard to get where you are
Now here you are, damn near a star
But as celebrity grows jealousy shows
It’s getting hard to even tell your friends from your foes
Sometimes it’s the ones that you least expect
Won’t show their true colors til you reach success
So twinkle twinkle little star
Oh how they wonder how to get where you are
So be careful who you meet on your way to the top
They’ll be the same ones you see on the day that you drop
Because what goes around comes around
And what goes up must come down

(chorus)

Now wait just a second
I wanna state for the record
Something’s wrong here
And I came to address it
Just a little message
Directed to all you fellas
When a woman’s on top
Men tend to get jealous
And try to discredit our efforts
We made it on our merits
But you wonder “how’d she get it?”
And who she slept with
To all you sexists that question our successes
We ain’t gonna stop
The top is where we’re headed

It’s the woman on top
And now we ain’t gonna stop
It’s the woman on top
Hey man on top, I got your spot

(chorus)

ABC (Listen Up)

Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

Akil Boldly Calculates Dope Elegant Flows
Grooving Hard Improvising Jazz, Kicking Lyrical Modes
Never Operating Petty, Questioning Rap Styles
Teaching Unique Vocabulary, With Xenophiles
Yo
Zeros
You Xerox Wonderful Vivid Unique Tracks
Sling Raps; Quit Poaching Our Nasty Masterful Lack-a-daisical Killer Jams
It’s Home Grown Fam
Everybody Dance, Chill, Believe And

Love – Let’s Overcome Violent Egos
Hate – Hurts Anyone, Torturing Equals
Peace – Pretty Easy After Calling Everyone

I hope you paid attention cause I’m already done
So check it

After Birth Comes Death Eventually
Fools Gamble
Happiness Ignores Jealousy
Kids Lose Melodies
Nations Overemphasize Penalties
Quietly Ruining Societies Tremendously
Us3 Visited Wembley… and XYZ

It’s just a gimmick
You’re looking for the next hot beat
You got the fever; you needed a prescription of listening
Forget the cowbell cause I’m not Bruce Dickinson

Alright I ran through the alphabet, better break it down a bit
Copycats kicking sloppy raps sound counterfeit
But there’s more than one way to skin a cat
That’s why I brought it back to where the beat is at
Third times the charm, so clap if you feel me black
We get the dough, like ray, I wanna hear me flat
Cause that’s the black key hidden in my harmony
The rhythm is a part of me
Embedded in my arteries
I double it up I’m ready to rush and steadily bust it
So lemme discuss this ruckus while the critics get disgusted
It’s a cliché but gimme the microphone and gimme some leeway
And give Us3 us free like we were Cinque
With a dope Philly flow off the top like a toupé
And something well wicked from the blokes in the UK
You put it all together with a suitable aesthetic
For a beautiful, unusual and musical poetic…

Afrodisiac

I don’t need to dine by candlelight
Wine or Barry White to set the mood off right
All I need is you tonight
You’re an afternoon delight
You whet my appetite so let me have a bite
The sex is outta sight
You know just how I like it
And didn’t have to be told
We go to bed but we don’t get much sleep though
Eyes can’t keep closed, my own private peep show
She knows how to stroke more than my ego
You’re a torpedo heading straight for my libido
Hitting below the belt, what a deep blow she dealt
We both just melt in the heat of passion
I see it happen over and over in my head it’s like a re-enactment
Of my wildest dreams
It’s like a scene from a movie screen
Erotic beauty queen
It don’t take much to get me in the mood
All you have to do is walk in the room

You’re a natural afrodisiac

Damn I never felt like that before
I just left and now I’m at your door back for more
I’m not asking for a lot just all you’ve got
First time I saw you my jaw just dropped cause you’re so hot
Close your door; make sure it’s locked
Cause your way’s unorthodox
When your neighbours called the cops they all just watched
And I ain’t wanna stop
Nothing can keep me back cause she’s a natural afrodisiac

Your lovemaking’s breathtaking
I’m left shaking in front of the bed pacing
Just waiting for the next occasion
I’m usually very patient but now my belly’s aching
Butterflies in my stomach, I’m lovesick, you’re my medication
No love potion’s this potent
You got me open; I’m hotter than molten lava
That’s how ya got my juices flowing
An explosion of emotion, the dam’s broken
No holding back I’m ready to blow my stack

You’re a natural afrodisiac

You’re like a book, X-rated
I look through your pages
Almost fainted when I saw you naked
I’m like a boy and you’re my favorite toy to play with
A joy you make it to call you lover
Cause you work wonders under the blanket
So let’s get physical
I wanna get your whole body under the mistletoe and kiss it slow
Starting with your toes
Then work my way up your curves til I struck a nerve
I feel like such a perv
That’s what you do to me
But don’t stop you do it beautifully
I don’t know if it’s love or lust
But oh what a rush
Just your touch does so much
Even brushing up against me accidentally
Sends me into a frenzy no matter how gently
That’s why I never took viagra
Cause all I have to do is look atcha

You’re a natural afrodisiac

I Don’t Care

He was raised by the radio and television
To earn his loot shoplifting and he’s selling ism
He never knew any better that’s the way he’s living
You see his father’s not around cause he went to prison
He’s got a mindstate torn in a civil war
And he’s gonna solve all his problems at the liquor store
He does what he wants
You tell him that it’s immature
But you can’t handle all the places that he’s been before
Like watching his brother die from a stray bullet
Trying to live a short life to the very fullest
Gold chains, he’s got a Range Rover with rims
He’s got a new leather jacket and a closet of Tims
It’s the American nightmare
And you might care
But he’s a cold calculating con artist
He’s like “yeah? Come over here”
BANG! And it’s over tonight yeah
I guess you had it coming cause nobody here fights fair
He’s walking down the bombed out blocks without cops
And gets props for telling fiends where to cop rocks
Trust is a luxury and he’s too cheap
Cause his moms is checking his pockets whenever he sleeps
He’s got a chip on his shoulder, a monkey on his back
He needs to smoke weed so he started selling crack
He’s living in the struggle; he’s used to despair
You can look into his eyes and he’s never scared
He’s thinking

I don’t care

She ran away from the pain at an early age
From a father with a problem and a dirty place
She tried school but the bars made it like a cage
And she could make mad money from a pretty face
Without a pimp she was raped by a group of guys
And they laughed when she cried out to the sky
But the stars and the heavens never intervened
Now she’s got a son even though she’s seventeen
In the scene she’s a queen but it doesn’t last
When her boyfriends start paying her with crack
In her dreams she can fly, now it’s more than that
She gets high every time she gets on her back
Now the drug keeps calling, she can’t escape
Nobody wants to keep paying her the same rate
Because it’s not the same face, not the same waist
But she needs even more of the same base
She was forced to find a way to satisfy the urge
She starts selling every gift that she ever earned
And then she turns every trick that she’s ever learned
Lighting up the glass pipe until her fingers burned
She’s a fiend for the rock and she can’t stop
She tries to sell her own son when goes to cop
And all the guys stop calling and they don’t stare
She’s got a jones for the dope and she won’t share
She’s thinking

I don’t care

VIP (Can You Hear Me Now?)

(chorus)
Can you hear me now?
Can you feel me now?

She’s a freak in NYC
Hanging in the VIP
And you know she’s trying to sleep with MVPs
To get into the BIZ
But lemme tell you
I feel nice when I sip some water with some ice
So if you wanna hold me tonight
You don’t have to ask me for the price

(chorus)

Getting in a club isn’t hard to do
I can rock for the block party barbecue
I’m not another freak in the VIP
Trying to get free drinks with my TITs
I’m unimpressed by material excess
So gimme the microphone and let your stereo check this
You wanna dance?
Get on your feet
All I need is a band and I get on the beat
I feel fine watching you all waiting on the line
I don’t need your fancy wine
To show that I know about life

(chorus)

Big willying in the VIP
I got a big willy watch but it still ain’t free
I got a really big whip for my PYT
But then it ran outta gas so it’s BYE
Ha!
I wanna floss like BIG-GIE
And party til I DIE
I won’t stop til I drop, I’m a PIG
You DIG the rhythm that I BIT
What?
You wanna ask me to see ID? No!
There goes the bartenders TIP bro
You don’t know me, I’m a VIP
I just wanna big piece of the PIE
Psyche!
I get down cause I’m digging the sound
I wiggle around and rock to the rhythm
I found a way to move the crowd and it sounds divine
My nouns combine in ways to astound your mind
I got no time to fake, no cake to waste
Don’t hate the way that I make breaks relate to words
And it seems absurd but still makes sense
I got much more to say and it’s really intense
So yo, get ready to get up, get ready to listen
Cause I just delivered a rhythm for your criticism
Yeah, I can’t change who’s saying my name
But player haters can’t hate it
I ain’t playing a game
What?

(chorus)

Truth & Lies

A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
But I can’t find the words that properly describes
The problems that arise
So I gotta decide to either keep it bottled inside or swallow my pride
But I got God on my side I’m a follow his guide
So I got down on my knees, apologized
For all the times my son looked in his fathers eyes and saw the lies and alibis
Next day to my surprise when I woke at sunrise
I saw my son rise right next to me
Put his hands on my head and said to me
In a voice best described as heavenly:
“The truth shall set you free”
“Stop letting me walk around with blindness on
I’m relying on you to teach me right from wrong
Cause one day I’ll be gone, won’t be a child for long
You’ve found your words, now go write your song”

(chorus)
Who, what, when, where, why?
How do I find which way to reply?
Ask me no questions I’ll tell you no lies
Surprise, the truth’s right in front of your eyes

Riddle me this
You see a man slitting his wrists
And he’s rich
Beautiful women wanna give him a kiss
He was given a gift but it wasn’t something he wished
He’d rather throw it all away for some ignorant bliss
To exist or not to exist?
That’s a question I try to resist
Deep like a bottomless pit
So I swallow my pride and follow my wits
My motto is this: Hold your head high
You could call it a risk
But if I can’t live on my feet I’ll die on my knees
Sowing the seeds of the struggle, I gotta be free
Or better yet I gotta be me
I gotta believe that if the truth is a lie then knowledge is key
So yo, gimme the question and let me dissect it
My questions are deeper than my jealousy’s best diss
An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind
I gotta find what I seek or I’ll never respond

(chorus)

We’ve been lied to, we got reparations due
While you’re at it, where’s our 40 acres too?
Save the mule?
In fact you can save the bull
Why should we believe anything you say is true?
Been waiting too long man, them days are through
We no longer cater to red, white & blue
I posed those same questions to you-know-WHO
He said: “Ask not WHAT your country can do for you”
I said well WHEN exactly you gonna do for us too
And WHERE will we be when it finally comes through
Forget it, I don’t know WHY I’m asking you
You stole our ballots too
We know HOW you do

The proud and few, we never ever doubted you
Until we found out how your accountants grew fat from laying us flat
Taking the rap obeying your crap
Seeing the real reason that we’re breaking our backs
And yo, we wanna know why the leaders are gone
People can die, corporations treat us as pawns
You can see that it’s wrong but you let them lead us along
They’re the same corporations that you need to be strong
And I know that it’s a game
Truth is I shoulder the blame
I’m just another con artist making a claim
I know I need more than my words working for change
It makes me frustrated that I’m seeking personal gain
But tell me

(chorus)