Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't No Joke, artist - Eric B.. Album song Gold, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
I Ain't No Joke |
I ain’t no joke, I use to let the mic smoke |
Now I slam it when I’m done and make sure it’s broke |
When I’m gone, no on gets on, cause I won’t let |
nobody press up, and mess up, the scene I set |
I like to stand in the crowd, and watch the people wonder Damn! |
But think about it, then you’ll understand |
I’m just an addict, addicted to music |
Maybe it’s a habit, I gotta use it Even if it’s jazz or the quiet storm |
I hook a beat up, convert it into hip-hop form |
Write a rhyme in grafitti and, every show you see me in Deep concentration, cause I’m no comedian |
Jokers are wild, if you wanna be tamed |
I treat you like a child, then you’re gonna be named |
Another enemy, not even a friend of me Cause you’ll get fried in the end, when you pretend to be competing, cause I just put your mind on pause |
And I complete when, you compare my rhyme with yours |
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned |
Remember me? |
The one you got your idea from |
But soon you start to suffer, the tune’ll get rougher |
When you start to stutter, that’s when you had enough of biting it’ll make you choke, you can’t provoke |
You can’t cope, you shoulda broke, because I ain’t no joke |
I got a question -- it’s serious as cancer |
Who can keep the average dancer |
hyper as a heart attack, nobody smilin |
Cause you’re expressin, the rhyme that I’m stylin |
This is what we all sit down to write |
You can’t make it so you take it home, break it and bite |
Use pieces and bits of all my hip-hop hits |
Get the style down pat, then it’s time to switch |
Put my tape on pause, and add some more to yours |
Then you figured, you’re ready for the neighborhood chores |
A E-M-C-E-E don’t even try to be When you come up to speak, don’t even lie to me You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate |
Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me So when you see me come up, freeze |
Or you’ll be one of those seven MC’s |
They think that I’m a new jack, but only if they knew that |
they who think wrong are they who can’t do that |
style that I’m doin, they might ruin |
Patterns of paragraphs, based on you and |
your offbeat DJ, if anything he play |
sound familiar, I’ll wait 'til E. say |
Play 'em, so I’ma have to diss and bro |
you can get a smack for this, I ain’t no joke |
I hold the microphone like a grudge |
B’ll hold the record so the needle don’t budge |
I hold a conversation cause when I invent |
I nominated, my DJ, The Presdient |
When I see you I’ll, kick a freestyle, goin steadily |
So pucker up, and whistle My Melody |
But whatever you do, don’t miss one |
There’ll be another rough rhyme after this one |
Before you know it, you’re followin and fiendin |
Waiting for the punchline, to get the meanin |
Like before, the middle of my story I’m tellin |
Nobody beats the R, so stop yellin |
Save it, put it in your pocket for later |
Cause I’m Moving the Crowd, and B’ll wreck the fader |
No interruptions 'til the mic is broke |
When I’m gone… then you can joke! |
Cause everything is real on a serious tip |
Keep playin, and I get furious quick |
And I’ll take you for a walk through hell |
Feed your dome -- then watch your eyeballs swell |
Guide you out of triple stage darkness |
When it get dark again… then I’ma spark this |
microphone, cause the heat is on, you see smoke |
And I’m finished when the beat is gone, I’m no joke |