REMIXES - IN PROGRESS

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releases October 31, 2017

KABAL (K.Theodoropolus)

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Kabal Brampton, Ontario

Oldschool hardcore underground producer/rapper from Brampton Ontario Canada.

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Track Name: Beastie Boys - Hold It Now
Now I chill real ill when I start to chill
When I fill my pockets with a knot of dollar bills
Sipping pints of ale out the window sill
When I get my fill I'm chilly chill
Now I just got home because I'm out on bail
What's the time? it's time to buy ale
Peter eater parking meter all of the time
If I run out of ale it's Thunderbird wine
Miller drinking chicken eating dress so fly
I got friends in high places that are keeping me high
Get down with Mike D. and it ain't no hassle
Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle

Hold it now - hit it!

M.C. Adam Yauch in the place to be
And all the girls are on me cause I'm down with Mike D.
I'm down with Mike D. and it ain't no baloney
For real, not phony "O.E." and Rice-a-Roni
I come out at night 'cause I sleep all day
Well I'm the King Adrock and he's M.C.A.
Well I'm cruising, I'm bruising I'm never ever losing
I'm in my car I'm going far and dust is what I'm using
Around the way is where I'm from
And I'm from Manhattan and I'm not a bum
Because you're pud-slapping, ball-flapping - got that ju-ice
My name's Mike D. and I can do that Jerry Lewis

(chorus)

Hip-hop, body rockin' doing the do
Beer drinking, breath stinking, sniffing glue
Belly flipping, always illing, busting caps
My name's Mike D. and I write my own snaps
I'm a peep-show seeking on the forty-deuce
I'm a killer at large and I'm on the loose
Pistol packing, Monkey drinking, no money bum
I come from Brooklyn 'cause that's where I'm from
Cheap-skate, perpetrating - money hungry jerk
Everyday I drink a "O.E." and I don't go to work
You drippy nose knuckle-head - you're wet behind the ears
You like men - and we like beer.

(chorus)

King of the Ad with the Def female
You're rhyming and stealin' with the freshest ale
Kid cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton - Ted Knight - and Mr. Ed
Pump it up homeboy just don't stop
Chef Boy-ar-dee cooling on the pot
I take no slack cause I got the knack
And I'm never dusting out cause I torch that crack
The King Adrock that is my name
And you're drinking Moet we got the champagne
A quarter dropping going shopping buying wigs
Surgeon general cut professor D.J. Thigs

(chorus)
Track Name: Beastie Boys - Sure Shot
You Can't, You Won't And You Don't StopX3
Mike D Come On And Rock The Sure Shot

I've Got The Brand New Doo-Doo Guaranteed
Like Yoo Hoo
I'm On Like Dr John, Yea Mr Zu Zu
I'm A Newlywed, Not A Divorcee
And Everything I Do Is Funky Like Lee Dorsey
Well, It's The Taking Fo Pelham, One, Two, Three
If You Want A Doodoo Rhyme Then Come See Me
I've Got The Savior Faire With The Unique Rhyme
And
I Keep It On And On, It's Never Quitting Time And
Strictly Hand Held Is The Style I Go
Never Rock The Mice With The Panty Hose
I Strap On My Ear Goggles And I'm Ready To Go
'Couse At The Boards Is The Man They Call The
Mario
Pull Up At The Function And You Know I Kojak
To All The Party People That Are On My Bozak
I've Got More Action Than My Man John Woo
And I've Got Mad Hits Like I Was Rod Carew

You Can't, You Won't And You Don't StopX3
Ad Rock Come And Rock The Sure Shot

Hurricane Will Cross Fade On Your Ass And
Bust Your Ear Drums
Listen Everybody 'Couse I'm Shifting Gears I'm
Fresh Like Dougie When I Set My Specs And
On The Microphone I Come Correct
Timing Like A Clock When I Rock The Hip Hop
Top Notch Is My Stock On The Soap Box
I've Got More Rhymes Than I'v Got Grey Hairs
And That's Alot Because I've Got My Share
I've Got A Hole In My Head And There's No One
To Fix It
Got To Straighten My Thoughts, I'm Thinking Too
Much Sick Shit
Everyone Just Takes and Takes, Takes, Takes,
Takes
I've Got To Step Back, I've Got To Contemplate
I'm Like Lee Perry, I'm Very
On Rock The Microphone And Then I'm Gone
I'm Like Vaughn bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard
Never Quitting, So Won't You Listen

Oh Yes Indeed, It's Fun Time

'Cause You Can't, You Won't And You Don't StopX3
MCA Come And Rock The Sure Shot

I Want To Say a Little Something That's Long
Overdue
The Disrespect To Women Has Got To Be Through
To All The Mothers And Sisters And The
Wives And Friends
I Want To Offer My Love And Respect To The End
Well You Say I'm Twenty Something And I Shouldn't Be Slacking
But I'm Working Harder Than Ever And You Could
Call It Macking
So I'm Supposed To Sit Upon My Couch Watching My T.V.
I'm Still Iistening To Wax, I'm Not Using The CD
I'm That Kid In The Corner
All Fucked Up And I Wanna So I'm Gonna
Take A Piece Of The Pie, Why Not, I'm Not Quitting
Think I'm Gonna Change Up My Style Just To Fit In?
I Keep My Underwear Up With A Piece Of Elastic
I Use A Bullshit Mic That's Made Out Of Plastic
To Send My Rhymes Out To All Nations
Like Ma Bell, I've Got The Ill Communications
(Chorus)
Track Name: Beastie Boys - Yer Sister's Def v.1
Brothers out there with sisters, peep it
Years and years you try to keep her a secret
Said she's your cousin that came for a visit
Your puttin' me on, is this true, now who is it
Called your crib, got a click & dial tone
You said it was the maid that hung up the phone
Caught her on the streets, so we took the risk
Guess what, we found out she was your sis
Now we're not Tom, Dick, Harry, or Roy
Let us crack the freak, because we're your boys
Tonight we're dropin by cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna' let you know

Your sister's def
Your sister's def

She's so hook, is she, how can it be
Don't lie, she's not in your family
Cause if you didn't know, people spread the word
Your a square sucker whimp, yes your a nerd
To be down, there's one thing you'll discover
Your sister must be a pledged Beastie lover
So don't get sick, she was our pick
I hope her tongue is long, we like to be licked
You'll see it's not hard, it's naughty nice
You gotta pay us dues, and she's the price
Don't start to think about the word disgust
Your sisters gotta hang, and that's a must
It's plain and simple, it ain't no thing
She's real def, let us give her a ring
So we conclude, this is your best move
Well come, the Beastie Boys approve
Your sister's def

This week we all will meet
Right now the party season will reach its peek
Juice all around town, we're on the guest lists
We'll bring three tricks, you bring your sis
Pay attention real close, we just begun
Trick number one is to grab her buns
We'll loose control, but we'll keep it clean
She better not wear a dress, wear the blue jeans
New or faded, we want 'em tight
Take the pockets off so we can grip it right
Stand in front, we wanna see what we like
If the room's too dark, you bring a flashlight
Two is do the do, for the whole crew
A dead give away cause we're givin her clues
She better be ready to play the wall
Cause it's all for one, and one for all
No matter who's first, lets start the show
There are no rules, go for what you know
We won't slack up, won't let her rest
Our pride is on the line, to see who's best
Now that you've heard thoughts quite absurd
Convince your sis, put in a good word
Your sister's def

At last an erotic feast
We're slaying your sister like a horny beast
So don't get mad, don't be upset
It's now her time to be a Beastie pet
As you can see most definitely
Is trick number three, pure fantasy
Now we're your friend, and your her brother
But your sisters so def we might scheme on your mother
We can't ignore now that we saw
She's def so we wanna be your in-law
We're havin fun, yo we ain't done
The Beastie Boys has just begun

Because your sister's def
Your sister's def

Took a walk around the crack of dawn
I noticed her bedroom light was on
Her shadow moved over as the lights went lower
I crept to the window to see a little closer
Said to myself, I got it made
The window was open, so was the shade
Came in real neat, she was in heat
Your sister gave a class A peach-o treat
Her clothes got thinner, I showed her my winner
Beastie beef is now served for dinner
Your sister's def

Later on I came around the way
But sis MCA said he got some play
There had to be a reason for the news I learned
Time to get on it cause it's Mike D.'s turn
Nobody was home, I didn't see the car
She took me downstairs and we crashed the bar
We was chillin in the basement, drinkin' Red Ripple
After a while my head between pink nipples
Grabbin at your sis cause I can't resist
I start to dive, pummel her rumble fish
When I got through, next thing she knew
On her thighs was a beastie tattoo
Your sister's def

That's it, AdRock is pissed
If you leave me in the room with your sister, I'm takin her clit
You can bet if she gets wet
The King AdRock will make her sweat
I throw her down, then take her underwear
Then search 'em so I can eat the pubic hairs
Even in her dream scene, she starts to scream
It's the AdRock inches, and you know what I mean
We had her in the week, your sisters cheap
The Beastie Boys just made a clean sweep
Your sister's def
Track Name: Beastie Boys - Yer Sister's Def v.2
Brothers out there with sisters, peep it
Years and years you try to keep her a secret
Said she's your cousin that came for a visit
Your puttin' me on, is this true, now who is it
Called your crib, got a click & dial tone
You said it was the maid that hung up the phone
Caught her on the streets, so we took the risk
Guess what, we found out she was your sis
Now we're not Tom, Dick, Harry, or Roy
Let us crack the freak, because we're your boys
Tonight we're dropin by cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna' let you know

Your sister's def
Your sister's def

She's so hook, is she, how can it be
Don't lie, she's not in your family
Cause if you didn't know, people spread the word
Your a square sucker whimp, yes your a nerd
To be down, there's one thing you'll discover
Your sister must be a pledged Beastie lover
So don't get sick, she was our pick
I hope her tongue is long, we like to be licked
You'll see it's not hard, it's naughty nice
You gotta pay us dues, and she's the price
Don't start to think about the word disgust
Your sisters gotta hang, and that's a must
It's plain and simple, it ain't no thing
She's real def, let us give her a ring
So we conclude, this is your best move
Well come, the Beastie Boys approve
Your sister's def

This week we all will meet
Right now the party season will reach its peek
Juice all around town, we're on the guest lists
We'll bring three tricks, you bring your sis
Pay attention real close, we just begun
Trick number one is to grab her buns
We'll loose control, but we'll keep it clean
She better not wear a dress, wear the blue jeans
New or faded, we want 'em tight
Take the pockets off so we can grip it right
Stand in front, we wanna see what we like
If the room's too dark, you bring a flashlight
Two is do the do, for the whole crew
A dead give away cause we're givin her clues
She better be ready to play the wall
Cause it's all for one, and one for all
No matter who's first, lets start the show
There are no rules, go for what you know
We won't slack up, won't let her rest
Our pride is on the line, to see who's best
Now that you've heard thoughts quite absurd
Convince your sis, put in a good word
Your sister's def

At last an erotic feast
We're slaying your sister like a horny beast
So don't get mad, don't be upset
It's now her time to be a Beastie pet
As you can see most definitely
Is trick number three, pure fantasy
Now we're your friend, and your her brother
But your sisters so def we might scheme on your mother
We can't ignore now that we saw
She's def so we wanna be your in-law
We're havin fun, yo we ain't done
The Beastie Boys has just begun

Because your sister's def
Your sister's def

Took a walk around the crack of dawn
I noticed her bedroom light was on
Her shadow moved over as the lights went lower
I crept to the window to see a little closer
Said to myself, I got it made
The window was open, so was the shade
Came in real neat, she was in heat
Your sister gave a class A peach-o treat
Her clothes got thinner, I showed her my winner
Beastie beef is now served for dinner
Your sister's def

Later on I came around the way
But sis MCA said he got some play
There had to be a reason for the news I learned
Time to get on it cause it's Mike D.'s turn
Nobody was home, I didn't see the car
She took me downstairs and we crashed the bar
We was chillin in the basement, drinkin' Red Ripple
After a while my head between pink nipples
Grabbin at your sis cause I can't resist
I start to dive, pummel her rumble fish
When I got through, next thing she knew
On her thighs was a beastie tattoo
Your sister's def

That's it, AdRock is pissed
If you leave me in the room with your sister, I'm takin her clit
You can bet if she gets wet
The King AdRock will make her sweat
I throw her down, then take her underwear
Then search 'em so I can eat the pubic hairs
Even in her dream scene, she starts to scream
It's the AdRock inches, and you know what I mean
We had her in the week, your sisters cheap
The Beastie Boys just made a clean sweep
Your sister's def
Track Name: Big L - Put It On
Aiyyo, you betta flee hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like reeboks
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow
I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin
Front and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick toni braxton look like whoopie
I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks
Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six
Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond
I leave mics torn when I put it on

[kid capri]
So put it on big l, put it on
C'mon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn
C'mon put it on big l, put it on
C'mon put it on represent put it on, c'mon!

[big l]
Nobody can take nuttin from big l but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than gotti (you don't know? ) you betta ask somebody
Big l is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick friends
Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? ha ha, youse a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes, wouldn't be clever to miss
I'm leavin competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm catchin wreck to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo it's a must that I put it on

[kid capri]
Yeah, so put it on big l, put it on
C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on
Put it on big l, put it on represent
Put it on, c'mon put it on..

[* unknown patois chatta - best guess *]
Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
You gwan dead, from army you provoked

[big l]
I drink moet not beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to palm beach
I'm puttin rappers in the wheelchair, big l is the villain
You still fear, cause I be hangin it hard and my shit is for real here
If you battle l you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin, I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sherriff in town, and it ain't reggie hammond
Peace to my peoples, the children of the corn
Cause we put it on, adios, ghost I'm gone

[kid capri]
So put it on big l, put it on
C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on
Big l, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on big l, put it on and on
Word up, knahmsayin?
My man big l, runnin things for the nine-four
And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?
It's the kid capri, in full flair
And we gon' put it on a little somethin like this
Big l, c'mon

[big l] [kid capri]
Lord finesse he be puttin it on
My man buckwild he be puttin it on and on
My man fat joe he be puttin it on
Showbiz and a.g. yeah they be puttin it on and on
I can't forget diamond d he be puttin it on
The whole d.i.t.c. yeah they be puttin it on and on
And of course kid capri yeah I be puttin it on
The whole n.y.c. yeah we be puttin it on and on
And I'm out *echoes*
Track Name: Public Enemy - P.E. # 1
Well I'm all in - put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared
1-2-3 down for the count
The result of my lyrics - oh yes, no doubt
Cold rock rap - 49er supreme
Is what I choose and I use - I never lose to a team
Cause I can can go solo - like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly girls wanna have my photo
Run in their room - hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees
You can't rock the kid - so go cut the cheese
Take this application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot - 110 degrees
So don't start bassin' I'll start placin'
Bets on that you'll be disgracing
You and your mind from a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't find
I'll show you my gun - my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public Enemy number one

One (x7)

You got no rap - but you want to battle
It's like havin' a boat - but you got no paddle
Cause I never pause - I say it because
I don't break in stores - but I break all laws
Written while sittin' - all fittin' not bitten
Givin' me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer - so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer
I'm the rhyme player - the ozone layer
A battle what? Here's a bible start your prayer
This word to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened - just admit you lied
You just got caught a - for going out of order
And now you're servin' football teams their water
You messed with the master, word to Chuck
And I'll wax cold tax, made sure you got dumped
You just got dissed - all but dismissed
Sucker duck emcees - you get me pissed
It's no fun - being on the run
Because they got me - Public Enemy number one

One - One - One
One - One - One

Don't you know, don't you know
I got a posse over force to back me up
Watch out, we got never the match
Ambush attack on my back - doubleteam ya get creamed
So we have it so you won't test - Wanna hear it again
We got a force - enemy down
The L.I. circuit sound
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself and KG - Flavor, DJ Melody
Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes - that make us groove
To make all the ladies swoon
But it's also the words from our direction - a goldboy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's chinese connection
On stereo - never ever mine though
All wax - yes I'm talkin' about vinyl
They said stop freeze
I got froze up
Because I'm Public Enemy number one

One - One - One
One - One - One
One - One - One
Track Name: Die Antwoord - Dis Iz why Im Hot
Yo, uh, check me out, yo.
Dis iz why I’m hot!
I don’t give a fack!
Yo, I’ll kick a rap over someone else’s track.
I represent South Africa, I put it on the map.
South Africa, man I heard that place is fuckin’ whack!
When you say South Africa the first things that come to mind,
is yup; racism, apartheid, and crime.
Fuck a racist, motherfuckas is stuck in ‘89.
But the crime’s still wylin, word to my nine!

Dis iz why I’m hot!
I don’t have a job.
I just make up raps them I learn them off by heart.
Now I’m blowing up, yes!
Why? ‘Cause I rhyme tight.
Yo, my flow is hot, just like the guy from Twilight.
I can’t believe that Kristen went and had a fling, yo.
Now Robert is single, and ready to mingle.
I’m hot ‘cause my lingo on the mic is zef,
spelled Z to the E to the motherfuckin’ F!

Dis iz why I’m hot! Dis iz why I’m hot!
Dis iz why, dis iz why, dis iz why I’m hot!
Dis iz why I’m hot! Dis iz why I’m hot!
Dis iz why, dis iz why, dis iz why I’m hot!

I’m hot because I’m zef, you ain’t because you not!
Dis iz why, dis iz why, dis iz why I’m hot!
I’m hot because I’m zef, you ain’t because you not!
Dis iz why, dis iz why, dis iz why I’m hot motherfuckers!
Track Name: Kool Keith - Drugs
Tie my arm up at night between shows
Takin soda tops off of soda pops
I used to be up all night in the living room
Smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops
Makin collect calls back home to my pops
My little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!"
I knew something was wrong
When I gave away my VHS and sold a pair of my socks
The IRS callin me, gettin on my nerves,
I was warned by Redd Foxx
My girl, "Keith you seen my diamond
rings in the jewelry box?"I don't know;
last night you and Chaka Khan was in here sniffin blow
I was in the room sweatin
thinkin about the rent playin bingo
The landlord said the first of the month, we gotta go
Packed up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall
I told James Brown stop smokin angel dust in the piss-stall
He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden
and start a restaurant brawl
"Mary J. Blige, my son don't accept them type of phone calls"
I can't come out tonight, my Bic lighter don't light
I heard you and K-C in the background
I'm screamin did the cops come and break up the fight?

All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs.. drugs..
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs..

Freebasin eighteen pounds of coke with Marvin Gaye
Put that on the table, let's parlay
With Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin aluminum foil
Watch that crack pipe boil
With Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin higher
Don't think I'm bluffin
Meet Tommy Lee, Curtis, Keith Richards,
Eddie Kingwards and David Ruffin
Rick James was in the kitchen lightin the flame
And Mousey's trapped with Cuba Gooding Sr
I don't want nobody to know my name
I kept glasses on it was a damn shame
Losin weight, fallin out in big arenas
The same guy who used to deal to me
Deals to Whitney and Bobby, meet Ike and Tina
Every Saturday mansions was packed,
"Hey Jimmy you got the smack?"
Shut up! You don't know how to act

All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs.. drugs..
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs..

Crystal methane.. and heroin and quaaludes..
A relapse, of your mind
Angel dust, ecstasy, sniffin coke baby..
Got the best of me-heee-heeeee..
I got rits, withdrawals, my symptoms of pain
Rush me to the hosss-pi-tallll..
Oooh, ooh baby
Get this monkey off of MY MY MY BACK!
And get him off of me
Get the monkey off my BACK! Baby!
Get the monkey
And get the monkey off my back girl...