Verse One:

So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps
But I can’t feel that hardcore appeal
that you’re screamin, baby I’m dreamin
This ain’t Christopher Williams, still some
MC’s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some
To let niggaz know… that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy
I get up in that ass like a wedgie
Says who? Says me, the lyrical
Niggaz sayin, “Biggie off the street, it’s a miracle”
Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me
Just for niggaz actin shifty
Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat’ll kill you quicker
Especially when I’m drunk off the liquor
Smokin funk by the boxes, packin glocks is
natural to eat you niggaz like chocolates
The funk baby

Chorus (repeats 8X)

“I live for the funk, I’ll die for the funk” (LOTUG, Chief Rocka)

Verse Two:

All I want is bitches, big booty bitches
Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches
Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches
from stayin in my business, what is this? Relentless
approach, to know if I’m broke or not
Just cause I joke and smoke a lot
Don’t mean I don’t tote the glock
Sixteen shots for my niggaz in the pen
Until we motherfuckin meet again
Huh, I’m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
Come on the ave, I’m real hard to find now
Cause I’m knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats
For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens)
I’ll make you prove that it’s bulletproof
Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks
I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick
The funk baby

Repeat chorus

Verse Three:

So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side
How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan’ test
The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya
High as a motherfuckin helicopter
That’s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
[What’s Love, Got to Do]
when I’m rippin all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don’t sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it’s sellin by the tons
Niggaz wanna know, how I live the mack life
Making money smoking mics like crack pipes
It’s type simple and plain to maintain
I add a little funk to the brain
The funk baby

Repeat chorus

Tell me what a young man Mama
What’s he got to live for
Tossed in the shuffle of everyday war
Searchin’ for some trouble
Which I’m sure he will find
Spend your whole life fightin’ son
Meet your dyin’ time

It’s a shame
It’s a shame
The trigger be his only friend
It’s a shame, oh yeh
But it ain’t never gonna end

He’s a pocketful of hate
That don’t give a damn
What fate awaits the machine gun man?
Well, he ain’t got no future
And he ain’t got no plan
What fate awaits the machine gun man?

I can’t see tomorrow
And I don’t see today
Trail of confusion done leadin’ my way
They say the only thing worth killin’ Lord
Be killin’ time
I say the only soul worth savin’ now Mama
Resavin’ mine

It’s a shame
It’s a shame
The trigger be his only friend
It’s a shame, oh yeh
But it ain’t never gonna end

He’s a pocketful of hate
That don’t give a damn
What fate awaits the machine gun man?
Well, he ain’t got no future
And he ain’t got no plan
What fate awaits the machine gun man?

He keeps shootin’ mama like any old fool would do
Lord, the life he be leadin’ ain’t the one he has to choose
As he walks on out that door
Mama breaks down to cry
As she waves the machien gun man
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…

I’m versatile, Removable
I’m reversible, So edible
I’m the Machine of Menace

You put me in your place
So go on, the pleasure’s mine
I gotta see your face
You put me in your place
So go on, I gotta see your face

I’m versatile, I’m flexible
I’m physical, Quite murderous
I’m the Machine of Menace

Chorus

Show me your face
I gotta see your face
Cos you put me in your place
So go on, the pleasure’s mine
I gotta see your face

Incurable, Rememberable, I’m increasable
In fact delectable, Machine of Menace

Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
breathe in(x2)


tied to a wheel fingers got to feel
i spin on a whim i slide to the right
i felt you like electric light
for our love
for our fear
for our rise against the years and years and years


got a machinehead better than the rest
green to red
machinehead
got a machinehead better than the rest
green to red machine head


and i walk from my machine
i walk from my machine


deaf dumb and thirsty
starting to deserve this
leaning on my conscience wall
blood is like wine
unconscious all the time
if i had it all again
i’d change it all


got a machinehead better than the rest
green to red
machinehead
got a machinehead better than the rest
green to red


and i walk from my machine
i walk from my machine


breathe in breathe out(x2)
breathe in
breathe in
breathe in


got a machinehead better than the rest
green to red
machinehead
got a machinehead better than the rest
green to red


Better than the rest(x2)
Machinehead


and i walk form my machine
i walk form my machine

Old machinery’s broken down
There’s no new past there’s no new sound
What would you do if they crumbled to the ground
Wake up you must be dreaming

Changes in our lives
We’ll make it in the end
Machinery’s broken in two
What are we to do?

Where were you when the day caved in
It seems the streets were the place to be
Something quite disturbing filled the air
Wake up you must be dreaming (what an uneasy feeling)

Machine fell down and smashed the ground
People cried for miles around
Well that’s what someone said
Wake up you must be dreaming (a quite uneasy feeling)

What are we to do?

It’s a Machine’s world
Don’t tell me I ain’t got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain’t no place for you and me.

They tell me I don’t care
But deep inside I’m just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress me
With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away
Back to Humans.

We have no disease, no troubles of mind
No thank you please, no regard for the time
We never cry, we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat.

What’s that Machine noise
It’s bytes and megachips for tea
It’s that Machine, boys
With Random Access Memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.

It’s software it’s hardware
It’s heartbeat is time-share
It’s midwife’s a disk drive
It’s sex-life is quantised
It’s self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised.

Back to Humans
Back to Humans.

Back to Machines.

Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world…
It’s a Machine’s world…

Change.

Back to Humans.

Macho City
Macho City
Macho City
Macho City (Macho City)

Welcome to the entertainment
Here now are the facts (Macho City)
Presented by reporters
Wearing macho slacks (Macho City)

All around the world
The message is hot and smoking (Macho City)
Would you like to see the future
Nobody’s joking (Macho City)

Velcro people with
X-Ray sight (Macho City)
Will be making judgements
About what’s wrong and what’s right (Macho City)

Politicians and lawyers
All know what it means (Macho City)
They’ll be keeping it all legal
With political visquine

Macho City
Macho City

As time marches
Through the ages
Macho men always
Shooting up history’s pages

Taking over this (ooh)
Taking over that (ooh)
Macho men always
Where it’s at

El Salvador
Afghanistan (Macho City)
Ask those people
About the macho plan (Macho city)

Macho City

Talking about
Zombie servants
Mystic mud
Silver bullets
Head green ton stud
Black cat bone
The heebee-jeebees
John the Conqueroo’s personal voodoo keys

Way over yonder
Over on yonder’s wall
Looks like Macho Man’s
Headed for a big fall

How can Macho Man
Heal his soul
Will powerful root man
Let him go

Macho Man

Body…wanna feel my body?
Body…such a thrill my body
Body…wanna touch my body?
Body…it’s too much my body
Check it out my body, body.
Don’t you doubt my body, body.
talkin’ bout my body, body,
check it out my body

Every man wants to be a macho macho man
to have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go man go
works out in the health spa, muscles glow
You can best believe that, he’s a macho man
ready to get down with, anyone he can

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! Ow….

Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I’ve got to be a macho!

Body, its so hot, my body,
Body, love to pop my body,
Body, love to please my body,
Body, don’t you tease my body,
Body, you’ll adore my body,
Body, come explore my body,
Body, made by God, my body,
Body, it’s so good, my body

You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk
his western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he’s a king
call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he’s a macho man
likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (all right)

Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! All Right!

Ugh! Macho..baby!
Body, body, body wanna feel my body,
Body, body, body gonna thrill my body,
Body, body, body don’tcha stop my body,
Body, body, body it’s so hot my body,

Every man ought to be a macho macho man,
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand,
Have their own life style and ideals,
Possess the strength and confidence, life’s a steal,
You can best believe that he’s a macho man
He’s a special person in anybody’s land.

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (dig the hair on my chest)

Macho, macho man (see my big thick mustache)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (Dig broad shoulders)

Macho, macho man (dig my muscles!)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho!

Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! HEY!

Well I’m up and I don’t know why,
But I guess that’s all that counts.
Looking ’round as I’m holding my head,
and I’m in somebody’s house.

The sun it hits me like a punch in the face
with a headache I can’t ignore.
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone’s floor.

I can’t keep this up.
I have had enough.

Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
to cover up my morning breath of gin.
Something doesn’t seem to sit with me right
it’ going out the way it went in.
I can’t keep this up.
I have had enough.

You can count me out, I’m on to you.
You can count me out, I’m tired of
Leaving my embarrassments behind

Rock of Ages let our song
Praise (your) saving power;
Thou amidst the raging foes;
(You were) our sheltering tower
(Our sheltering tower).

Rock of Ages let our song
Praise Thy saving power;
Thou amidst the raging foes;
(You were) our sheltering tower
(Our sheltering tower.)

Furious they assailed us,
But thine arm availed us,
And Thy word broke their sword,
When our own strength failed us.

And (your) word broke their sword,
When our own strength failed us.

Children of the (Wanderers)
Whether free or fettered
Wake the echoes of the songs
Where ye may be scattered

Yours the message cheering
That the time is nearing
Which will see all men free
And tyrants disappearing

(Hope will see all men free,
And tyrants disappearing)