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Ah yes, ah excuse me Mister Loc
Yes?
Ah, I was wondering, could you tell me the different styles of rap
Music, and why rap is so popular in the mainstream right about now?
Well, you have a few different styles
You have the political style
You have some of those that are pretty much hardcore
You have some of those that are pretty much sexually explicit
And then you have those kind of brothers
That are funky, uh, like myself
If you don't mind my saying
Ah, but the mainstream I think it just takes a funky beat
And a whole lot of stomping
Now, I like to flow, straight from the get-go
Bust it to an intro, but go like a pro
Six foot one, there stands no one braver
Golden tone of Loc is adding flavor
The type of brother to add a little spark
While other MCs stand lost in the dark
So what's it gonna be, a battle or a campaign?
Here for a buddy, and a taste of champagne
Arms most packed, so tell me, yo, should I wait?
Dropping a bomb and deciding to wait
With the lyrical scud, jaggin', hittin' with words
Dropping dimes and all rhymes and aiming that verse
It's true, niggas, never gonna hit 'em
Schedule is pressed, so they'd rather all shut up
And if you think I'm 'bout to be more specific
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Wing Dog's in the house
Since when did I come from? Some try to get some
MCs on the left, go to rest, here's the outcome
The competition is stacked like a fat dick
Taking a stance so I can cut through the bullshit
'Cause I can go freestyle, lyrics are explainable
And there is no fee, dawg, my style's not retainable
So I burned, then I earned, but I trusted you
Don't ever wanna cross the path of the W
It's simple to crush, competition can't face me
Your set can't bust with your six set dummies
'Cause I can blow it up like a Vietnam hand grenade
Take a trip to the moon and still get paid
Flip the gift of tit for tat and blow for blow
So whatever that hold
Whether crossover, classical, rock 'n roll or pop
It's just a fact of the Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
It's the Locster, the man with the golden voice
True talk, what has the people's choice
Demonstrate many styles while I'm rocking
But I can't account for the boots I'm rocking
And me, I just kick back, relax and kick back
As the funky drummer boy drops a mix over drum tracks
Put to rest any amateur
And make the top contender feel he's unsure
While you're standing at day, looking up at the sun
See your ass get roasted and cooked well done
By two MCs that are doing their duty
Traveling the world, getting more booty
But don't get me wrong, the benefits are elite
Room steady to stay, bedrooms, suite to suite
See the record is clear, maybe so 'cause it's evident
You try to get a grip of the rush, but it's still kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Been all over the world, seen many sights
MC by day, and a lover by night
So when you see the Locster, please, watch it
Turning young dogs out from exhaustion
You trip off a hit, here's a glimpse of a double dose
You flat on your back, pay your tape or you're comatose
The ladies keep coming on, the stage that I'm stepping on
And dreaming real smooth like a king on Don Juan
Down with the Tribe, but claim no royalty
Down with my homie and his loyalty
Been dealing with the brothers since back in the day
Union High School, class of '83
Few people climbing, but they can't quite get me
The name is Wing Dog, be a joke, can't sweat me
The message I bring, the stories I tell, the lyrics I drop
Are just a fact of the Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Yo, what's up?
It's MC Tony Loc in the house
I'm cold coolin' with a couple of homies from the Westside, Trizide
Know what I'm saying?
Got my boy Wing Dog in the house
Got my boy Gutsy G in the house
Got my boy Suave Smooth, he in the house
And of course the grand mixer DJ M-1
He's certainly in the house
Got my boy Tony J in the house
And the engineer over there
My boy, he's certainly in the house
Yes?
Ah, I was wondering, could you tell me the different styles of rap
Music, and why rap is so popular in the mainstream right about now?
Well, you have a few different styles
You have the political style
You have some of those that are pretty much hardcore
You have some of those that are pretty much sexually explicit
And then you have those kind of brothers
That are funky, uh, like myself
If you don't mind my saying
Ah, but the mainstream I think it just takes a funky beat
And a whole lot of stomping
Now, I like to flow, straight from the get-go
Bust it to an intro, but go like a pro
Six foot one, there stands no one braver
Golden tone of Loc is adding flavor
The type of brother to add a little spark
While other MCs stand lost in the dark
So what's it gonna be, a battle or a campaign?
Here for a buddy, and a taste of champagne
Arms most packed, so tell me, yo, should I wait?
Dropping a bomb and deciding to wait
With the lyrical scud, jaggin', hittin' with words
Dropping dimes and all rhymes and aiming that verse
It's true, niggas, never gonna hit 'em
Schedule is pressed, so they'd rather all shut up
And if you think I'm 'bout to be more specific
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Wing Dog's in the house
Since when did I come from? Some try to get some
MCs on the left, go to rest, here's the outcome
The competition is stacked like a fat dick
Taking a stance so I can cut through the bullshit
'Cause I can go freestyle, lyrics are explainable
And there is no fee, dawg, my style's not retainable
So I burned, then I earned, but I trusted you
Don't ever wanna cross the path of the W
It's simple to crush, competition can't face me
Your set can't bust with your six set dummies
'Cause I can blow it up like a Vietnam hand grenade
Take a trip to the moon and still get paid
Flip the gift of tit for tat and blow for blow
So whatever that hold
Whether crossover, classical, rock 'n roll or pop
It's just a fact of the Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
It's the Locster, the man with the golden voice
True talk, what has the people's choice
Demonstrate many styles while I'm rocking
But I can't account for the boots I'm rocking
And me, I just kick back, relax and kick back
As the funky drummer boy drops a mix over drum tracks
Put to rest any amateur
And make the top contender feel he's unsure
While you're standing at day, looking up at the sun
See your ass get roasted and cooked well done
By two MCs that are doing their duty
Traveling the world, getting more booty
But don't get me wrong, the benefits are elite
Room steady to stay, bedrooms, suite to suite
See the record is clear, maybe so 'cause it's evident
You try to get a grip of the rush, but it's still kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Been all over the world, seen many sights
MC by day, and a lover by night
So when you see the Locster, please, watch it
Turning young dogs out from exhaustion
You trip off a hit, here's a glimpse of a double dose
You flat on your back, pay your tape or you're comatose
The ladies keep coming on, the stage that I'm stepping on
And dreaming real smooth like a king on Don Juan
Down with the Tribe, but claim no royalty
Down with my homie and his loyalty
Been dealing with the brothers since back in the day
Union High School, class of '83
Few people climbing, but they can't quite get me
The name is Wing Dog, be a joke, can't sweat me
The message I bring, the stories I tell, the lyrics I drop
Are just a fact of the Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Hip-Hop, it is kind of different
It is kind of different
Yo, what's up?
It's MC Tony Loc in the house
I'm cold coolin' with a couple of homies from the Westside, Trizide
Know what I'm saying?
Got my boy Wing Dog in the house
Got my boy Gutsy G in the house
Got my boy Suave Smooth, he in the house
And of course the grand mixer DJ M-1
He's certainly in the house
Got my boy Tony J in the house
And the engineer over there
My boy, he's certainly in the house