From: schnizer@kurims.kyoto-u.ac.jp (Schnizer Ansgar)
Subject: Mc Light, Shante Lyrics ?
Organization: Research Institute for Mathematical Sciences, Kyoto, Japan.
Distribution: alt.rap
Date: Wed, 16 Sep 1992 02:19:46 GMT

A Japanese friend asked me to write down the
lyrics of a song, on a tape she gave to me, for her,
because she wants to outperforme that female rapper
herself:-)

Can anybody tell me who's song it is and fix some
of the many many mistakes of my guess work?

(male voice: don't give up     x10)

Sitting on a soup with my brother and my mother
and my nephew
My nephew is my mothers sweet
I said bless you, thank you she replaid
I sigh, my mother said whats wrong 
My brother played the ..... song
on the backs right next to me
But my nephew especially looked vexed to me
So I tried to cheer him up
What's up little DC J ?
You should be smiling like a sunday
The family is together, in a good wheather
Mom, should I sing a song
she said, thats whay we are all together
So I open my mouth, began in a sang
hey J whers the funky little man
Soon up I got results, he went back to smile
My mom said you are a terrific child
I have to go to see a friend who has a job as a producer
to hock up a beat, you might get used to
She took a little while to produce the headquarters
She said it takes a long time
no, but thats what I got yea
I said so bring him over 
So I can give a view
so then after that, I know excatly what to do
My mother came back and said she has to bring some demos
To play the pitches, I said why
She said who knows
Because you got a plate, its the chance I have to take,
you are my daughter, I love you, 
I think its your fate
I went went along to where the man told
Mowy is a Bougery child,  he said hold on
Talent is in the lean, but back to the point,
if you know what I mean
could you take my daughter to get heard and seen
He said, just cross my pamplet in green 

 male voice ... I call you when we have some music done,
                mom we gonna do this

She did so, thank mw, I bless you and did go
locked me in a room,
right a funky song Mow, yoo
I had my calls, but remained calm on the coins  
and then knew the succes wpould be mine
Anyway, I took may band to the producer
along with the beat he was telling,
I found it annoying, but so
I hooked it up quick back in the basement it was funky
for funky music there is no replacement
took it up to the beat man and he said we win
I said "we" who shold that be
I used my basement for which my mother hates me generically for
therefore I have been set to score
you had the chance to produce but seen
you went to nothing
was it you, you don't wend up to the cavies
I take my brown sheets,
along the master tape, and brought it to the industry
and put it as my fate
He said, how many bucks
would you like for that song
I will give you hell if you try me wrong
I said my brother I know the things which you record get names
of peace who bought,
Bill Cosby, crospy personality
trust me, trust me you must be running from reality
If you feel you can stop me bro,
I release  my song, fuck, you know

Back on the street with my brother, my mother
and my nephew
My nephew is my mothers sweet
says she, How is it going Mowy
went as good as I expected 
in the last few months I have been totally accepted
And whats about the fancy games within the industry
Maybe thats right as long as they don't hazzle me
I know being in the headlines, learning all the time
I won't take a lools ride, I ain't blank
he worked out the neighborhood 
because he is a looser
He tried to chalk it out without working hard towards
So with this kind of setup, get fucked alone

Cheers, Ansgar
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