Lockjaw - Sir Mix-A-Lot

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Lockjaw Lyrics

Your silence is my trade
Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Givin' MC's lockjaw shut up, your silence is my trade
Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
I'm givin' MC's lockjaw shut up your silence is my trade

Here we go, oh, no, another flow show from the young black dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, MC's pause no lyrical flaws
Hush, when the boss is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak
The Elite don't get with the weak, shut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, don't try to run up 'cause I chop up crops
A weak hip hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped

He went down to the concrete ground, I'm a hound when I get down
And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and never pay tax, and when I leave they diss me
Knowin' they can never get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap trash
Gone, left ya, son, gimme a call when you're done

Your silence is my trade, shut up
Your silence is my trade

Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade

Run, run, run, your time is done, son
Move out for the well hung young one
And I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks, dead presidents, black
Peace to my fans and I love ya and I got yo' cover
'Cause I'm back to please and cool off the hot MC's
'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That shit don't make you dance, what's this beat doin'?
Leavin' your posse ruined

Stuck my fist in his mouth caught him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically weak face defeat, retreat, but don't speak
'Cause I ain't through, fool and you ain't true to the mix rules
You try to flow so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro, oh, I can't go slow
Gotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the bone
And known to get it on with a microphone, homes
Leave my throne alone, I've been to the low zone

Your silence is my trade, shut up
Your silence is my trade

Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade

Come on, punish, punish

Your host on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical knot, my spot the number 1 slot
But I gotta have beats
When I lyrically de feat the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you wanna go head up, What up? do as I instruct, black
'Cause my gat is jack backed and lookin' at your baseball hat

I rolled over that mess you stole
And took control, and then broke the mold
Now here I stand, boss man the northwest tip is where I am
And I'm runnin' this work like dope, shippin' it in planes, trains and boats
Up the charts I go, steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos
My group is large, and hard no need for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off MC's necks run 'em into critical's pecs

Your silence is my trade, shut up

Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade
Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade

Come on, punish, punish 'em
Punish, punish 'em

Lockjaw, givin' MC's lockjaw
Lockjaw, givin' MC's lockjaw
Lockjaw, shh

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Born Anthony Ray in Seattle on August 12, 1963, Sir Mix-a-Lot is a Grammy Award winning rap artist known as a champion of north-west-coast hip hop and for his mainstream break-out in the early 90s. Where there was previously no scene, he helped create it with fun, bass heavy tracks relying on booty shakin' just as much as a playful sense of humor. His first album, 'Swass', featured him humping the Space Needle to show his commitment to the Seattle scene and went platinum. After hooking up with producer extraordinaire Rick Rubin, Mix-a-Lot hyped a new, in-your-face image culminating in the booty shakin' anthem "Baby Got Back", a groovy cut about thick booty that topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart and signaled the high point of his career.

The track, which earned him a Grammy Award, has continued to be a success, with VH1's '100 Greatest Songs of Hip Hop' including it in 2008. As trends in gangsta rap and other shifts of hip-hop culture took place, Mix-A-Lot kept on releasing tracks to a cult fanbase before going more into production and studio work. Other notable fan favorites include "Posse on Broadway" (rapping about a street in Seattle, discussing local landmarks, with success that proved his first hit with some MTV airplay), "Testerossa" (a comparison of his lyrical power to the cars' horsepower), and "Swap meet Louie" (a comical look at counterfeit goods such as Louis Vuitton items being sold at swap meets and night markets). His infamous food-based parody tune "Buttermilk Biscuits" (also known as "Buttermilk Biscuits (Keep on Square Dancin')") was performed by kids on the new 'Mickey Mouse Club' program and earned comparisons to "Weird Al" Yankovic.

Mix-A-lot created his own label and worked his songs from the ground up. He never achieved the same popularity as his heyday again, but his songs remain fun and bring his fans back to the late 80s and early 90s with beat-boxing and old-school scratching. See: http://sirmixalot.com/ Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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