Il personaggio di Dr. Octagon viene descritto come un chirurgo ginecologo omicida alieno viaggiatore del tempo; ha occhi gialli, pelle verde, capelli rosa e bianchi con pettinatura afro.
Hip hop’s last enigma sits down on the Academy couch to break down the message behind the mask, rap beef behind his different personas, and why good things come to those who wait.
[MC Serch]
Aiyyo man, my labelmate Don Newkirk
Man step to him
[Don Newkirk]
Thanks Serch!
And now… for the Prime Minister
Sinister.. Pete.. N-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice!
Nice Nice Nice
[MC Serch]
Kick em in the grill Pete!
[Verse One: Pete Nice]
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass’ll express, KMD
Three blind mice on sight
Zev Lover, gave it the first light
A grin shows a trick up a sleeve (HUAHAH)
What a tangled web they weave
Deceivers, stupefied through fable
say Let’s Make a Deal at the dinner table
Put you on tour, put your record on wax (“Trust me!”)
Sign your life on the X
You eXit, X-off, but what you really get:
A box of Newports, and Puma sweats (“Damn!”)
Tex feeds and frowns upon Emus
To give up Gas Face he drinks from a Thermos
Sub Roc cut at you with a clipper
Gas Face given, I beg to differ
[MC Serch]
Pete that was real def man but I gotta get serious now
Aiyyo Don, step to em again
[Don Newkirk]
Everybody.. MC Serch!
[Verse Two: MC Serch]
Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
(Make the Gas Face!) For those little white lies
My expression to the mountainous blue eyes
Then form a face, and shake my skull cap
Dismiss the myth, that evil is not black
but opposite spectrum, this done by red man
with horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, “Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their hair can’t be nappy!”
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G
A disease, created by leprosy
Don’t speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say, “It was night WAY before the light”
Put aside spooks, Serch leaves a trace
I’ve set em correct with the effect of the Gas Face
[MC Serch]
Next up Don
[Don Newkirk]
A SPECIAL appearance by KMD’s.. Zev, Love, ehhXssss!
[Verse Three: Zev Love X]
A Gas Face, can either be a smile or a smirk
When appears, a monkey wrench to work one’s clockwork
Perkin his brim to the rim of my cup
Don’t tempt me, you’re empty, so fill’er up!
Is I’m talkin coffee or cocoa, is you loco?
Cash or credit for unleaded at Sunoco
KMD and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole
I mean soul, so make the Gas Face (HUAHAHA)
Damn, if looks could kill
You look like host was a ghost from your grill
But still, what’s the new fed, to recollect
to our passing phase to facades to Eddie Decker
for my label reads Hood, street might have a tattoo
Don’t pick any card or no rabbit from my hat
Never a magician if I ever tricked em
“Oh shit!” Another Gas Face victim
[MC Serch]
There it is, yo fellas man
Why don’t you step to the mic man?
[Zev Love X]
That’s how I kicks it, for 80-deca
[MC Serch]
Aiyyo, good lookin out Don man peace
Punji, yo who gets the Gas Face?
[Punji] Little Vic for the Gas Face
[Serch] Tony Dick, gets the Gas Face
[Zev X] No Gas Faces for Plugs One Two and Three
[Serch] No Gas Face for Professor Prince Pa-paul!
[?] My friend Tina gets the big Gas Face
[Zev X] No Gas Face for DJ Subroc
[Serch] No Gas Face for KMD
[PNice] Hammer, shut the fuck up! Gas Face! AHUAHAUAH!
[all] WHAHAHAOAHH
[PNice] What do we think about Hammer? HAOWAHWOHAHBHABHAHBHAHBBHB
[?] G.Y.P.
[Serch] Get Yours Posse does not get the Gas Face
[Serch] But P. W. Botha gets a Gas Face
[all] WHOAHBLBLAHBHA-WHOO!
[?] Dante Ross gets the Gas Face
[Serch] Yo stop dissin Dante on records y’all!
[Serch] Elroy.. Elroy.. Elroy Cohen, gets the Gas Face!
HAHAhahahahahaha, that’s all..
Of course we have just accepted all applications
And tuition will be paid on Friday
You you can’t can’t be be ripping the mic the mic
Like do re me me measles are contagious
Like my lyrical pages ripping and flipping the mic
From back in the back in the days the days
It’s kinda hectic, hectic when these suckas
Don’t respect it check it, flame on
I know the light is bright but keep on watching me
I’m stolen property, kicking the flavor to society
Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be
‘Cause they were taught that serious poetry
Would come from Socrates
But that ain’t it, in 94 I’ll kick the hit
And if I was in front of Shakespeare
Battle a punk and take his shit, I’m not having it
Bust a narrative and come to get with it
Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live
The difference is kids nowadays, they got the videos
Rappers don’t need skills to build so they don’t really know.
Hear me yo, I’m four times on Arsenio
Got ten videos, but does that help me flow?
No That’s why when I come to the show
MC’s act like they don’t know
‘Cause they were too young to rock up in the disco
Frisco disco, the disc is like a Nabisco
Chocolate chip cookie, don’t fuck with me rookie
I’m rocking beats and with death defying feats
And I’m never sneaking, always peeping when I’m speaking
Inside, I’m keeping a statement for police and I’m down for peace
and but not turn the other cheek
And so this DJ, he gets down mixing records
While they go ’round and ’round, ’round we go
Two years ago a friend of mine and Flash is gonna rock your mind
Welcome to the terror dome, the terror dome
I wonder if I take you home
E F F E C T a cool operator
Operating correctly but back in the day I knew rap would never die
Too late baby bwai bai in a body boy head, head
Head insane in the membrane take the train, take the train
M E T H O D man ‘hattan keeps on making it
Brooklyn keeps on taking it
We keep coming back with more and more hits
Party people, I came through the door, I said it before
Two years ago, super hoe if my train goes off the track
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back, back
Back to the grill again, the grill again friends
How many MC’s must get dissed?
Before somebody says don’t fuck with Chris
Hey, ho, keep on moving don’t stop no body beats the biz
Let’s do the dance called the Pee Wee Herman
Hey, Erick Sermon, hey, you you get off my cloud
Go down baby, go down baby, the gods must be crazy
You ain’t fresh, you ain’t fresh, yeeeeeeeeeeeah
Time is truly wastin’
There’s no guarantee
Smile’s in the makin’
You gotta fight the powers that be
Got so many forces
Stayin’ on the scene
Givin’ up all around me
Faces full a’ pain
I can’t play my music
They say my music’s too loud
I kept talkin about it
I got the big run around
When I rolled with the punches
I got knocked on the ground
With all this bullshit going down
Time is truly wastin’
There’s no guarantee
Smile’s in the makin’
You gotta fight the powers that be
I don’t understand it
People wanna see, ya
Those that got the answers
Red tape in the way
I could take you in easy
That’s just half the fun, oh boy
Seeking satisfaction
Keeps me on the run
I can’t play my music
They say my music’s too loud
I kept talkin about it
I got the big run around
When I rolled with the punches
I got knocked on the ground
With all this bullshit going down
Time is truly wastin’
There’s no guarantee
Smile’s in the makin’
You gotta fight the powers that be
If you & I can – we got the power
Fight it, got the power fight it……..baby, baby
Fight it, fight the power
la leggendaria crew De La Soul approda in Italia per uno show al TPO di Bologna, grandi innovatori della scena rap newyorkese (formatisi a Long Island) degli anni fine ’80, i De La Soul continuano a produrre ottimi dischi e rimangono uno dei gruppi più importanti e influenti della storia del rap.
“MAD IN ITALY MIXTAPE” con Fog Prison, DJ Stile, Little Tony Negri, Menti Criminali, Manzish, 2DPicche, Skanda, Acid One, Il Generale, Bassi Alti, Suono Che Brucia e molti altri… hip hop e colonne sonore direttamente dalla follia italiana
Chuck D – Underdog
from the Autobiography Of Mistachuck album, 1996
http://youtu.be/C7Fb5NdUxP0
lyrics:
[Verse 1:]
Little is known why I beckon and moan
I see what’s comin
Madd brothers will be bumming
After the math the drug lords brought the wrath
Of those of us who once thought we needed to be weeded
Bust, dust made that head bust
I remember came after
Cheba cheba had you wide like a receiver
What looks like fire is ice
Fall for the flame
Catch it twice like Jerry Rice
Nice !!
Against odds I recognize it in the cards
Hard to be played back and black the jack of all spades
Ash to ashes blunts to blunts
Some of these geez ain’t real
I seen em once upon a time
So many rhymers and not enuff rhymes
I hope they around next year but I fear
I’m all time and I’m down for the ruffness
But what good is the rhyme without substance
[Chorus:]
Now back to the underdog
Now whooooo
East to the….
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Now whooooo
East to the….
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
[Verse 2:]
Nobody savin the time
The rhyme never thanks
Who be givin
Ravin who on top of the charts
Grabbin the Gavin
Now I can’t use my name
Half the body be dancing head swoll
But one thing I can do is finger roll
The hit list grows like Pete Rose
As I rise above who you recognize
I wanna know that disguise
Who are you?
And wher’d you come from ?
I don’t know where you come from now see how you run
First on a verse I gets vertical
Flip works like a grammatical gigolo
A head from many years ago
I brought the noise on the R&B boys
The chronological
Or the ghetto celeb
Never claimed the best
Nor was I great at finesse
But everything is everything
And everything is real
It appears I shift gears
To the ears of my peers
No appeal
I’d rather be the underdog
[Chorus:]
…the underdog
Now whooooo
East to the….
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Now whooooo
East to the….
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
[BRIDGE: x4]
Ashes to ashes blunts to blunts
Some of these geez ain’t real
I seen em once
[Chorus:]
It’s the underdog
Now whooooo
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
[Verse 3:]
I’m low maintenance
The picture I’m paintin
Is just intelligence
Not another nitwit you can get with
Self haters, traitors
Thinking now that later
Turned they head
Dissin something that I said
I get ill on a beat track
Make me wanna go back
Way back
Where it’s not a trace of Babyface
Unplugged tempos from this undrugged temple catalog
I rather be the underdog
…the underdog
Now whooooo
East to the….
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Now whooooo
East to the….
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
…the underdog
Now whooooo
East to the….
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Now whooooo
East to the….
Live from New York
It’s the underdog
Who they least expected
Live from New York
