Shirley Shirley bo burley
Banana fana fo firley
Fe fi fo firley
SHIRLEY!

Lincoln Lincoln bo bincoln
Banana fana fo fincoln
Fe fi fo fincoln
LINCOLN!

C’mon everybody, YEAH!
I said let’s play a game
I betcha I can make a rhyme
Out of anybody’s name.

The first letter of the name
I’ll treat it like it wasn’t there
But if a “B” or an “F” ever will appear
Then I say a fo and a fi and I say the name
Banana fano and fo
And then i say the name again

And I say the name again
With an “M” this time
There isn’t a name
That I can’t rhyme.

Arnold Arnold bo barnold
Banana fano fo farnold
Fe fi mo marnold
ARNOLD!

But if the first two letters
Are ever the same
Drop them both
And say the name

Like Bob, Bob drop the “B” spells ob
or Fran, Fran drop the “f” spells ran
or Mary, Mary drop the “M” spells ary
That’s the only rule that is contrary.

Now let’s say Divi, Divi!
Now Divi with a “B”, Bivi!
Then banana fana fo, banana fana fo!
Then you say the name again with an “F”, very plain, Fivi!
Fe fi then mo, and fe fi then mo
Then you say the name again with an “M” this time, Mivi!

And there isn’t any name that I can’t rhyme
Now do Divi!

Divi Divi bo bivi
Banana fana fo fivi
Fe fi mo mivi
DIVI!

Let’s do Marsha
Marsha Marsha bo barsha
Banana fana fo farsha
Fe fi mo marsha
MARSHA!

A little trick with Dick
Dick Dick bo bick
Banana fana fo fick
Fe fi mo mick
DICK!

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Now I’m gonna tell you bout this flippin
When I ride down the strippin
Bentley rolls on these hoes
Couple months a nigga be flippin
And you always see me glistenin
Window down bumpin system
Some of these cowards out here hatin
Keep on hatin cause I aint finished
Just a nigga from the hood
Tryin to keep it to the good
Wit dem gangs run the street
And they push dem Cadillac woods
And dem fellas on parole
Tryin to keep them pockets swole
But we gotta trust dem gods
Neither one can save our soul
From these crooked ass cops
That’d be rollin down our block mane
Tryin to flip dis change
But they fuckin up my stock mane
Baby need sum shoes
And my broad need some weed
But I cant work no job
So I’m out hurr smokin weed
And I gotta keep on hustlin
Cause a nigga gotta eat
You can find me at the candy ladies
Slangin packs of P
Minimum wage five fifty
And they wonder why we deal
Why niggas always stressin
Drinkin liquor
poppin pills

[Chorus: Frayser Boy] + (Juicy J)
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies
The game aint the same, we done changed the game
Stay the fuck away from us, we dont fuck wit you ladies
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)
(So I hit the dope, grab the glock, and the chrome, and the rocks)
(On yo block, in your fuckin face, hit this all off)

[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
Nigga I dont fuck witch you
Nigga u dont fuck with me
Dogg you talk behind my back
Just because the shit you see
Man you got yo bitch ways
Glocks up in ya just like a hoe
When you mention pimpin
Best believe it
My niggas let me know
All up in my niggas face
Got my name up in yo mouth
Dont make a nigga like me
Knock yo fuckin grill out
So you best chill out
Keep everythang on the straight
Dont be smilin in my face
And when I leave dogg you hate
When I see you man we sweet
Just before the shit go
Nigga I aint fuck yo bitch
So what the fuck you hatin fo
Ol shaky ass nigga
I aint bust a fuckin grape
Wanna throw sum fuckin bows
Nigga I’ll participate
Leave the brakes off yo ass
Nigga you dont think I will
If you wanna keep some peace between us you better chill
Just because I dont talk shit
Doesnt mean I wont bust heads
So dont let nobody else
Tell me bout some shit you said hoe

[Chorus]

“The name of the game is..”

[Talib Kweli]
Persistance, dedication
Consistant, motivation, resistance to stagnation
of information, distribute it free to the entire population
No hesitation, makin it public
No privitazation from corporations
Today in order to be sane you gotta go crazy so remain
on top of the game, and master your universe like you was He-Man
See me and Hi Tek knock you out de frame
while I’m stimulatin de brain
in de “Train of Thought” that’s the name
of the Reflection Eternal LP man!
Ain’t nuttin new except organic produce that means that’s free range
You might see me on MTV, BET, or still up on the D-train
It’s just everybody else be seemin strange in they approach
I see these guys and read they eyes
Need to disguise and so I cloak
into a cloud of smoke, I brown a roach
to keep myself from soundin loc’
Destroy they hopes of hatin
Don’t move aboard before they rock the boat
Yo it’s not the dope,
these snakes will come in peace to slit your throat
Give you compliments, with a promise yet
to get me heated and provoke me
to be rockin shit, shove apocalypse
down your esophagus so swallow that
Guess what you could be coppin that
N’kiru Books for fifteen dollars flat
Cats who spit knowledge on tracks
and get bumped out the back of Impalas and Cadillacs
All my live Cincinatti Bearcats holla back
Tomorrow they gonna wanna borrow raps like
“C’mon black, I’ll pay you back”
I ain’t no lyrical ATM even though I’m nice and I’m a mack
Better believe that, leave that crack alone
And you see that there microphone
ain’t no place to work your self-esteem issues
Do that shit when you alone!
Nigga you is grown, why is you still suckin on that pacifier
Quickly call that ass a liar, exposin you’s my last desire
Olympic skills so pass the fire
I roll with niggaz that match attire
Black aware, that’s filled with gas
but rollin on, flat ass tires
Yeahehehe, yo hehehe, yo, yo.. yo yo
Yo I got a special guest
Lil’ Baby Tone Tone, tell ’em what’s up
{?? indecipherable ??} Yo, true
Yo we bout to be, tell ’em peace out Tone
{Peace out} Yeah word word Baby Tone, what?
{Yeah what?}

listen all you mutha fuckas


that’s the name of the game


Yo
Top of the crown
Rape the queen
The fatal mistake in your cradle
Can’t shake the dreams of
Fire inside of your phonograph
Battered with gas
And give you room to breathe
Through an adequate mask
Everybody in front
Let me see ya pumpin’ ya fists
If you up in the back room
When you rockin’ with this
Come on
Keepin’ ya speaker knockin’
Jumpin’ bangin’ bumpin’ blazin’
Hot
Callin’ all freaks (all freaks)
Callin’ all freaks now
Yo yo
Callin’ all freaks (all freaks)
Callin’ all freaks now


that’s right


callin’ all freaks


Get em up in the back room
Get em up in the back room
I said get em up in the back room


mutha fucka


callin’ all

You don’t even know your name
You get on a bicycle
And bend the frame

Samson in a cage
Gave him some wine and Danish
Man, was he depraved

Raindrops, teardrops
Give me some real food
Like out on the balcony

Hamish in a den
Now that I’m seventeen
He must be ten

You don’t seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky

You don’t even know your name
You get on a bicycle
I get on a plane

Namedrops on a hill
Perhaps in a distant valley
They’ll be still

You don’t seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky

You don’t seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky

Namedrops on a hill
Perhaps in a distant valley
They’ll be still

The walls around me caving in
Cracked and grey
Remind me of myself, I need some help
There’s no one else
I’m empty
Addicted
Pissed off
And still afraid
Of what you
Have left me
To live in
This mess you’ve made

I feel…
Useless…
Jaded…
Nameless

the ride is over I’ve come down
Hate to be
Can’t rely upon myself, for my own health
I’m so fucked up
Distorted
Dysfunctional
and drained
All my deep rooted
Fears seem to get
The best of me

I feel…
Useless…
Jaded…
Nameless

I hate the way you fuck with me
You can’t rely on open eyes to see
I force these painful visions from my head
You won’t be happy till I break down

I feel…
Useless…
Jaded…
Nameless

what’s your big secret?
could u give me a clue?
oh silly girl
i’m so in love with u

wontcha tell me what’s on your mind
if u opened your head
tell me what would u find

are u 4 real?
what do you feel?

finders keepers
losers weepers
if i could get the lid off
i’d look inside the jar
is this the best i can do?
it ain’t done me no good so far

mind over matter
but it seems i don’t matter at all
nan – a party of one
do u think i could be invited to come?

You said when you?d die that you?d walk
with me every day
And I?d start to cry and say please don?t talk that way
With the blink of an eye the Lord came
and asked you to meet
You went to a better place but He stole you
away from me

And now she lives in heaven
But I know they let her out
To take care of me

There?s a strange kind of light
Caressing me tonight
Pray silence my fear she is near
Bringing heaven down here

I miss your love I miss your touch
But I?m feeling you everyday
And I can almost hear you say
“You?ve come a long way baby”

And now you live in heaven
But I know they let you out
To take care of me

There?s a strange kind of light
In my bedroom tonight
Pray silence my fear she is near
Bring your heaven down here

You taught me kings and queens
While stroking my hair
In my darkest hour I know you are there
Kneeling down beside me
Whispering my prayer

Yes there?s a strange kind of light
Caressing me tonight
Pray silence my fear
She is near
Bringing heaven down here

The next time that we meet
I will bow at her feet
And say wasn?t life sweet
Then we?ll prepare
To take heaven down there

I’ll make a pit stop, hit your hot spot
Back seat drop top, ’till your draws drop
Trouble with cops, rooftop will be our next spot
Non-stop going hard just like a sweat shop

(A little bit of nana is good for me)

[Chico]
I got a girl with a kid but I am leavin’ town
She’s my life, not my wife, but she’s not around
I’m on my way out of state and I am counting down
But my girl will never know how I am getting down
(A little bit of nana is good for me)

I got chicks in LA just to rub me down
I got ladies on the low hid in Chinatown
Even got worldwide chicks hittin’ me on my cell
Since they love it how I do it, it ain’t hard to tell
(A little bit of nana is good for me)
So tell me what you want

What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need

What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want

(A little bit of nana is good for me)

Nana, nana, nana
(A little bit of nana is good for me)
Nana, nana, nana
(A little bit of nana is good for me)

[Mo]
He’s been gone five hours and I am settled in
To make it more real the night just began
So when the clock strikes 10 tonight
I’ll be dipped and I’ll be headin’ out
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

No doubt my arms is where you need to be
So grab your things you’re comin’ home with me
On top of moaning while you’re bonin’ me
I’ll curl your toes and then you off to sleep
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need

What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want

( A little bit of dada is good for me)

Dada, dada, dada
(A little bit of dada is good for me)
Dada, dada, dada
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

I’ll make a pit stop, hit your hot spot
Back seat drop top, ’till your draws drop
Trouble with cops, rooftop will be our next spot
Non-stop going hard just like a sweat shop

What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need

What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want, what you need
What you want

(A little bit of dada is good for me)
Nana, nana, nana
(A little bit of nana is good for me)
Dada, dada, dada
(A little bit of dada is good for me)
Nana, nana, nana
(A little bit of nana is good for me)
Dada, dada, dada
(A little bit of dada is good for me)

Ad lib until fade

Announcer: Nancy the nanny goat lived north of Nantucket.

(A bird pops out of the top of the N.)

Announcer: Nancy had a pet, a nice nightingale.

Nightingale: I am a nightingale!

(Scene changes to inside the N and we find Nancy in front of a mirror putting on her napkin.)

Announcer: Now, Nancy was a nincompoop because around her neck she wore a narrow napkin!

(Switch to a close-up of a clock which pulls back to show a town hall-type building where the clock is located. A sign on the side of the road in front of the building says “Nanny goat farm”. We see the N roll by.)

Announcer: One night in November at 9:09 she got a notion to visit a nutty Nanny Goat farm.

(The background is covered with goats and the words appear in balloons superimposed over them. The N rolls by with the nightingale being pulled behind it on a leash.)

Announcer: Numbskull! Nitwit! Nincompoop! Were some of the nasty names the other nanny goats called her as she sat nibbling on her nails.

(She’s now seated on top of the N nibbling away. The N pulls to a stop next to the granny nanny goat who is seated in a chair and knitting.)

Announcer: The granny nanny goat noticed Nancy and said, “Nancy, don’t be a ninny! Never nibble on your nails!”

(We now see a letter N shaking.)

Announcer: Nancy became nervous.

(Back to Nancy on top of the N taking off her napkin and pulling a necklace out of the top of the N.)

Announcer: She took off the narrow napkin and put on a nifty necklace.

(A bird flies by with a sign reading “noodles” dragging behind him.)

Announcer: Instead of nibbling on her nails she started to notice noodles.

(Back to granny nanny goat who stops knitting and looks over at Nancy offscreen. We then cut to a full shot of the N as Nancy pops out of various openings and says the letter N in speech balloons. The nightingale pops out as well but he’s speechless 🙂

Announcer: Granny nanny goat noticed Nancy and said, “Nanny goats who nibble on their nails and notice noodles are nutty!”

(Nancy skids to a stop from running into the scene and the letter N draws itself next to her.)

Announcer: This story of Nancy the nanny goat was brought to you by the letter N.