Heavy Rhyme Experience Theme by The Brand New Heavies Lyrics
[Excerpt from "Who Makes The Loot?"]
[Intro: Grand Puba]
(Puba)
(Everybody's talkin' 'bout the) (Puba, Puba)
Bust it
(Everybody's talkin' 'bout the) (Puba)
Who makes the loot? (Grand Puba)
Who makes the loot?
(Everybody's talkin' 'bout the) (Puba)
Who makes the loot? (Grand Puba)
Yo, who makes the loot? Bust it
[Verse 1: Grand Puba]
Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief
Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief
Who is the man more than a hundred grand?
Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown
Damn, bang, bang, bang, Jimmy Coco Puff
Who is the one who gives you 'nuff?
Don't answer, here comes the flavor
And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya?
Some dope shit, some real live shit
Puba is the one who's givin' fits
A new style, new style, are you ready for this type?
Now I rock hip, everybody's rockin' hype
On the very down low you might see me at a show
If the show ain't for dough then you won't see the bro
The Grand man, just as usual
But let me slow down 'cause I know I'm confusin' y'all
[Outro: Grand Puba]
(Puba)
(Grand Puba)
(Everybody's talkin') (Puba)
(Grand, Grand Puba)
Yeah
(Grand Puba)
Yeah
(Everybody's talkin') (Puba)
(Grand Puba)
Yeah
(Grand Puba)
(Grand Puba)
[Excerpt from "Wake Me When I'm Dead"]
[Intro: Masta Ace]
Boom!
Am I dead yet?
I don't think so
Masta Ace in the place
[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this posse
Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalanche dropped on my show and
'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em this freestyle and boy did I surprise 'em
They said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is?
He suppose to be commercial like that song about the Biz
The kid said, "Masta Ace, yo what's the deal with the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper with a single about to drop
His record label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels be trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better off and dammer on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick fast and that's when they dis ya
So, homeboy, you're better off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your head and forget what they said
'Cause in about a year you'll be like wake me when I'm dead
[Chorus: Masta Ace]
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
[Excerpt from "Bonafied Funk"]
[Verse 1: Large Professor of Main Source]
Main Source forever, crews got to get more clever
Whatever, just have your shit together
'Cause it's '91, which means not a thing
'Cause for centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label, we stay stable
Pick up the album, we're never on cable
Crews cross over, but not Main Source
I use Simon's guitar strings to floss
Brand New Heavies
Play the shit that people used to listen to in '70 Chevies
So we don't have to loop up a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned before, just strums
The guitar strings for all my siblings
Just follow when everyone sings
[Chorus: Large Professor]
(Brand New Heavies) (Brand New Heavies)
(And Main Source) (Main Source)
It's the (Brand New Heavies) (Brand New Heavies)
And the (Main Source) (Main Source)
It's the (Brand New Heavies) (Brand New Heavies)
And the (Main Source) (Main Source)
It's the (Brand New Heavies) (Brand New Heavies)
And the (Main Source) (Main Source)
One time, it's the
[Outro: Large Professor]
One time for ya mind (One time for ya mind)
The Large Professor in the house, Main Source be cool
[Intro: Grand Puba]
(Puba)
(Everybody's talkin' 'bout the) (Puba, Puba)
Bust it
(Everybody's talkin' 'bout the) (Puba)
Who makes the loot? (Grand Puba)
Who makes the loot?
(Everybody's talkin' 'bout the) (Puba)
Who makes the loot? (Grand Puba)
Yo, who makes the loot? Bust it
[Verse 1: Grand Puba]
Goodness grief, let me lighten up the brief
Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief
Who is the man more than a hundred grand?
Give a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown
Damn, bang, bang, bang, Jimmy Coco Puff
Who is the one who gives you 'nuff?
Don't answer, here comes the flavor
And you wanna ask what Grand Puba gave ya?
Some dope shit, some real live shit
Puba is the one who's givin' fits
A new style, new style, are you ready for this type?
Now I rock hip, everybody's rockin' hype
On the very down low you might see me at a show
If the show ain't for dough then you won't see the bro
The Grand man, just as usual
But let me slow down 'cause I know I'm confusin' y'all
[Outro: Grand Puba]
(Puba)
(Grand Puba)
(Everybody's talkin') (Puba)
(Grand, Grand Puba)
Yeah
(Grand Puba)
Yeah
(Everybody's talkin') (Puba)
(Grand Puba)
Yeah
(Grand Puba)
(Grand Puba)
[Excerpt from "Wake Me When I'm Dead"]
[Intro: Masta Ace]
Boom!
Am I dead yet?
I don't think so
Masta Ace in the place
[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Oh, what a night, yo, that I just been through
I barely made it home from this hip-hop venue
These two guys, no three guys, no four, yo, this posse
Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids are like rolling
I almost got an avalanche dropped on my show and
'Cause I writes the fat raps and kids memorize 'em
I tries 'em this freestyle and boy did I surprise 'em
They said yo, that's too hype, yo, who's he think he is?
He suppose to be commercial like that song about the Biz
The kid said, "Masta Ace, yo what's the deal with the switching?"
He's bitching, didn't like the rap I was pitching
You see, he was a rapper with a single about to drop
His record label told him that he had to make it pop
Take it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels be trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not and
You're better off and dammer on a farm picking cotton
They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya
They get paid like quick fast and that's when they dis ya
So, homeboy, you're better off coming from the heart
And letting the kids put your record on the chart
You must use your head and forget what they said
'Cause in about a year you'll be like wake me when I'm dead
[Chorus: Masta Ace]
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
(Wake up) The Masta, the Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies
[Excerpt from "Bonafied Funk"]
[Verse 1: Large Professor of Main Source]
Main Source forever, crews got to get more clever
Whatever, just have your shit together
'Cause it's '91, which means not a thing
'Cause for centuries we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label, we stay stable
Pick up the album, we're never on cable
Crews cross over, but not Main Source
I use Simon's guitar strings to floss
Brand New Heavies
Play the shit that people used to listen to in '70 Chevies
So we don't have to loop up a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned before, just strums
The guitar strings for all my siblings
Just follow when everyone sings
[Chorus: Large Professor]
(Brand New Heavies) (Brand New Heavies)
(And Main Source) (Main Source)
It's the (Brand New Heavies) (Brand New Heavies)
And the (Main Source) (Main Source)
It's the (Brand New Heavies) (Brand New Heavies)
And the (Main Source) (Main Source)
It's the (Brand New Heavies) (Brand New Heavies)
And the (Main Source) (Main Source)
One time, it's the
[Outro: Large Professor]
One time for ya mind (One time for ya mind)
The Large Professor in the house, Main Source be cool