 | Phonic Faces Decoding Here I am using Phonic Faces to decode both real and nonsense words with a 6 year old. Kids put their mouths in the same position as the tongue and lip positions shown in the faces. It makes decoding so much easier, especially for beginners who don\'t know letter-sounds very well or who are just catching on to sound blending. Materials are available at elementOry.com |
 | Soul Enchantment (RiG's Favorite Mix!) - Dedicated To Pete Rock feat. CL Smooth My favorite mix of the song "It's A Love Thing." by Pete Rock feat CL Smooth. Enjoy! Please rate & comment! Lyrics: Verse 1: Inner city Harlem/ playin wit fire hydrants/ temps 98 but we were so excited/ we drifted our days away with the waters caress/ ice cream man came & wed sprint till it hurt chests/ none the less/ we were kids you & I/ felt you were pretty/ but I was kiddy/ scared to admit it/ so I made fun of you said you had cooties when you didnt/ I can admit now/ thinkin of you made me sit down/ your hairs lustrousness made me say wow/ now that word I didnt know when I was younger/ too busy playin Sonic & pushin Tonka/ but often Id gaze out my window watchin you jumprope/ down the street Id see my friends runnin to see whod make it to the flagpole/ first/ like a comment/ but Id laugh cuz ya mom was old school with the bonnet/ teachin you how to cook/ teachin you phonics/ me I had a bad home life which is how I got my imagination/ creatin better scenarios than the ones I was facing/ & now Chorus: Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) Verse 2: Then came high school/ cheerleader status/ you were pretty guys fawnin on you was automatic/ but me/ Id silently gaze at your movements/ pickin my spot to rekindle a friendship that never stopped blooming/Id approach you like hey pretty lady/ Ive been missin you lately/ thinkin of how we used to talk and blow time daily/ I could never forget about that kiss you gave me/ I wanted to know if you had anytime for Mr. Rockwell baby?/ she laughed and looked at my lips/ which reminded her of my kiss/ and reminded her of how she ought not miss/ the good time that is me/ we rolled to Dairy Queen/ split a cup/ and sat atop the bench just catchin up/she told me about her dream to be a supermodel/ I told her of my lyrical pursuit and she said thats a dream that I should follow/ so we got down walked to the car and kissed again more passionately/ no commitment it was just our thing/ Chorus: Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) Verse 3: Im still pursuing my music/ aint blown up yet but I will so I keep on grooving/ Me and the love thing lady went to different colleges and just lost touch/ Id facebook her but she was busy so she aint respond much/ That was then this is now/ college is over we both in the real world/ shes on billboards posin for Maybelline/ I look at it in a state of disbelief/ my baby did it/ but she never was my baby so I fix it/ my friend that I care about deeply/ is the one Im constantly seeing/ Im attending one of her book signings havent seen her in years/ I know when she sees me shell be in tears/ long line but Im almost there/ 4 people ahead of me/ my heart beating quick/ feeling like a kid again/now me and her stare I say hey pretty lady/ she gives a bland hey/ I just let her sign my book and I walk away/ damn Chorus: Now I know, I know it was a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know it was a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand it was a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand it was a love thing (Thats the story) Damn industry, damn industry ~ RiG |
 | DARTH VADER - The Dark Side Of Hip Hop Prince Poetrye (2007) - Prince Poetrye performing "Horizon" as Darth Vader, during Winston Park Church's Youthfest. FOR MORE INFO VISIT: http://www.myspace.com/thirdcoastrecords RATINGS WELCOMED! [ Verse 1 ] Dear My Messiah, Eloheim, Jehovah Jireh, Plan ahead and don't conspire, use my spit to curse your fire, Between two worlds, two words - the unheard, And I push this passage past you like an unchanged verb, In our everyday life you will never see me crying, But look twice - and you will never see me smiling, I can fade away for you, pop another laugh or two, So no questions asked, I can see the day through, You can go ahead and just forgive and forget - But my philosophy is to relive and regret, I'll settle the bet, rejoice when the sorrow was met, You can build your pride up but first show me the specs, I don't have doubts - just questions, I don't have rhythm; I beat to the sounds of rejection, Changed this curse to a blessing? Luckily opinion's not a fact, go home, stop stressing. [ Verse 2 ] Dear My Creation, My child that's so impatient, Filled with hesitation, manifestation of what you thought gracious, So many people say you winning again, But then you looked back, salt grains, sinning again, It's written in red - I made the sentences that play on, I made the phonics hook, the chronicles that pray on, You couldn't wax on with a crayon - now the days gone, The scene's done so you fade off, I saw the sun rise and thought of you today, But you didn't read my word or even take the time to pray, Your life is a gift but you sell it at the thrift shop, Cold like the iceberg, you'll shiver 'til you drift - stop, You can't rewind, fast-forward or skip, Better stories aren't told through the books - move your lips, You listen but you don't hear me, love me but you don't fear me, Judgment day is drawing near, you call the crime, I call the hearing. [ Verse 3 ] This is one life, one chance, one song, one dance, People think they gonna live forever in a stunned trance, You almost nailed it but you pulled out your claws, Keep dreaming if you wanna moon walk past the stars, You see these people play with sin like a melody, But you keep God hidden like a madman's felony, Break with the enemy, taste the new remedy, Lines shot out so thin like the conspiracy of Kennedy, This is one life, one chance - one main need, People are saved by grace - not good deeds, You'll leave this world in a spiritual blaze, but When you face God empty handed - tell me whose really saved, You can rap like there's no present, and still not feel Gods presence, See on Earth you got connections but up there you got no texture, Did you turn the other cheek and shake the hand of your enemy? In heaven all you take is saved souls and your memory. [ Chorus ] Life is the Horizon; it's a beautiful thing, But look at it directly, get a suitable sting, I got these tears in my eyes that I can never express, For this world - I'm living in death... (I play this game called) |
 | PRINCE POETRYE - "Horizon" Prince Poetrye (2007) - Prince Poetrye performs his trade mark "Horizon" during the International Dinner Theatre at Winston Park Church. FOR MORE INFO VISIT: http://www.myspace.com/thirdcoastrecords RATINGS WELCOMED! [ Verse 1 ] Dear My Messiah, Eloheim, Jehovah Jireh, Plan ahead and don't conspire, use my spit to curse your fire, Between two worlds, two words - the unheard, And I push this passage past you like an unchanged verb, In our everyday life you will never see me crying, But look twice - and you will never see me smiling, I can fade away for you, pop another laugh or two, So no questions asked, I can see the day through, You can go ahead and just forgive and forget - But my philosophy is to relive and regret, I'll settle the bet, rejoice when the sorrow was met, You can build your pride up but first show me the specs, I don't have doubts - just questions, I don't have rhythm; I beat to the sounds of rejection, Changed this curse to a blessing? Luckily opinion's not a fact, go home, stop stressing. [ Verse 2 ] Dear My Creation, My child that's so impatient, Filled with hesitation, manifestation of what you thought gracious, So many people say you winning again, But then you looked back, salt grains, sinning again, It's written in red - I made the sentences that play on, I made the phonics hook, the chronicles that pray on, You couldn't wax on with a crayon - now the days gone, The scene's done so you fade off, I saw the sun rise and thought of you today, But you didn't read my word or even take the time to pray, Your life is a gift but you sell it at the thrift shop, Cold like the iceberg, you'll shiver 'til you drift - stop, You can't rewind, fast-forward or skip, Better stories aren't told through the books - move your lips, You listen but you don't hear me, love me but you don't fear me, Judgment day is drawing near, you call the crime, I call the hearing. [ Verse 3 ] This is one life, one chance, one song, one dance, People think they gonna live forever in a stunned trance, You almost nailed it but you pulled out your claws, Keep dreaming if you wanna moon walk past the stars, You see these people play with sin like a melody, But you keep God hidden like a madman's felony, Break with the enemy, taste the new remedy, Lines shot out so thin like the conspiracy of Kennedy, This is one life, one chance - one main need, People are saved by grace - not good deeds, You'll leave this world in a spiritual blaze, but When you face God empty handed - tell me whose really saved, You can rap like there's no present, and still not feel Gods presence, See on Earth you got connections but up there you got no texture, Did you turn the other cheek and shake the hand of your enemy? In heaven all you take is saved souls and your memory. [ Chorus ] Life is the Horizon; it's a beautiful thing, But look at it directly, get a suitable sting, I got these tears in my eyes that I can never express, For this world - I'm living in death... (I play this game called) |
 | RiGoletto / Pete Rock It's A Love Thing (Instrumental) Instrumental to the song I remade originally by Pete Rock! Vibe to it! Lyrics I wrote to it: Verse 1: Inner city Harlem/ playin wit fire hydrants/ temps 98 but we were so excited/ we drifted our days away with the waters caress/ ice cream man came & wed sprint till it hurt chests/ none the less/ we were kids you & I/ felt you were pretty/ but I was kiddy/ scared to admit it/ so I made fun of you said you had cooties when you didnt/ I can admit now/ thinkin of you made me sit down/ your hairs lustrousness made me say wow/ now that word I didnt know when I was younger/ too busy playin Sonic & pushin Tonka/ but often Id gaze out my window watchin you jumprope/ down the street Id see my friends runnin to see whod make it to the flagpole/ first/ like a comment/ but Id laugh cuz ya mom was old school with the bonnet/ teachin you how to cook/ teachin you phonics/ me I had a bad home life which is how I got my imagination/ creatin better scenarios than the ones I was facing/ & now Chorus: Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) Verse 2: Then came high school/ cheerleader status/ you were pretty guys fawnin on you was automatic/ but me/ Id silently gaze at your movements/ pickin my spot to rekindle a friendship that never stopped blooming/Id approach you like hey pretty lady/ Ive been missin you lately/ thinkin of how we used to talk and blow time daily/ I could never forget about that kiss you gave me/ I wanted to know if you had anytime for Mr. Rockwell baby?/ she laughed and looked at my lips/ which reminded her of my kiss/ and reminded her of how she ought not miss/ the good time that is me/ we rolled to Dairy Queen/ split a cup/ and sat atop the bench just catchin up/she told me about her dream to be a supermodel/ I told her of my lyrical pursuit and she said thats a dream that I should follow/ so we got down walked to the car and kissed again more passionately/ no commitment it was just our thing/ Chorus: Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) Verse 3: Im still pursuing my music/ aint blown up yet but I will so I keep on grooving/ Me and the love thing lady went to different colleges and just lost touch/ Id facebook her but she was busy so she aint respond much/ That was then this is now/ college is over we both in the real world/ shes on billboards posin for Maybelline/ I look at it in a state of disbelief/ my baby did it/ but she never was my baby so I fix it/ my friend that I care about deeply/ is the one Im constantly seeing/ Im attending one of her book signings havent seen her in years/ I know when she sees me shell be in tears/ long line but Im almost there/ 4 people ahead of me/ my heart beating quick/ feeling like a kid again/now me and her stare I say hey pretty lady/ she gives a bland hey/ I just let her sign my book and walk away/ damn Chorus: Now I know, I know it was a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know it was a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand it was a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand it was a love thing (Thats the story) Damn industry, damn industry ~ RiG |
 | Pete Rock - RiG's Soul Enchantment / It's A Love Thing (Remix) This is the first song I did over one of Pete Rock's instrumentals. It's called, "It's A Love Thing". Enjoy and please tell your friends about this video so it gets around YouTube and also rate and comment! Thank you very much! Lyrics: Verse 1: Inner city Harlem/ playin wit fire hydrants/ temps 98 but we were so excited/ we drifted our days away with the waters caress/ ice cream man came & wed sprint till it hurt chests/ none the less/ we were kids you & I/ felt you were pretty/ but I was kiddy/ scared to admit it/ so I made fun of you said you had cooties when you didnt/ I can admit now/ thinkin of you made me sit down/ your hairs lustrousness made me say wow/ now that word I didnt know when I was younger/ too busy playin Sonic & pushin Tonka/ but often Id gaze out my window watchin you jumprope/ down the street Id see my friends runnin to see whod make it to the flagpole/ first/ like a comment/ but Id laugh cuz ya mom was old school with the bonnet/ teachin you how to cook/ teachin you phonics/ me I had a bad home life which is how I got my imagination/ creatin better scenarios than the ones I was facing/ & now Chorus: Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) Verse 2: Then came high school/ cheerleader status/ you were pretty guys fawnin on you was automatic/ but me/ Id silently gaze at your movements/ pickin my spot to rekindle a friendship that never stopped blooming/Id approach you like hey pretty lady/ Ive been missin you lately/ thinkin of how we used to talk and blow time daily/ I could never forget about that kiss you gave me/ I wanted to know if you had anytime for Mr. Rockwell baby?/ she laughed and looked at my lips/ which reminded her of my kiss/ and reminded her of how she ought not miss/ the good time that is me/ we rolled to Dairy Queen/ split a cup/ and sat atop the bench just catchin up/she told me about her dream to be a supermodel/ I told her of my lyrical pursuit and she said thats a dream that I should follow/ so we got down walked to the car and kissed again more passionately/ no commitment it was just our thing/ Chorus: Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand its a love thing (Thats the story) Verse 3: Im still pursuing my music/ aint blown up yet but I will so I keep on grooving/ Me and the love thing lady went to different colleges and just lost touch/ Id facebook her but she was busy so she aint respond much/ That was then this is now/ college is over we both in the real world/ shes on billboards posin for Maybelline/ I look at it in a state of disbelief/ my baby did it/ but she never was my baby so I fix it/ my friend that I care about deeply/ is the one Im constantly seeing/ Im attending one of her book signings havent seen her in years/ I know when she sees me shell be in tears/ long line but Im almost there/ 4 people ahead of me/ my heart beating quick/ feeling like a kid again/now me and her stare I say hey pretty lady/ she gives a bland hey/ I just let her sign my book and I walk away/ damn Chorus: Now I know, I know it was a love thing (Thats the story) Now I know, I know it was a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand it was a love thing (Thats the story) You wouldnt understand, you wouldnt understand it was a love thing (Thats the story) Damn industry, damn industry ~ RiG ~ RiG |
 | wu tang clan tar pit wutang clanGet that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [U-God] Blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu? It's a foot race, who can out-hustle who? Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey do Great minds connect like mobster rings Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra thing I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the wall is the plaques Old ball and chain, I named her Madam X She love big cannons, sex unprotected You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping I don't sell crack, I sell dopium Catch him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast Professor X, behind the bulletproof glass You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy [Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [Cappadonna] We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese Got our face on the front of CD's, we off the hook W.T.C. y'all soft and shook Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock For more money, more chicks, more private stock [Streetlife] They call me Streetlife, slap the taste Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face Throw a slug, catch a case Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow Getting CREAM, however, a street brother know how Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bank Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars Never settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar [Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [Outro: George Clinton] The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz all'll quit Talking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool Only the clue's on the other end of the stick Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Somebody let the monkeys out the cage [coughs] This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in there? Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back Calabama niggaz all'll quit Talking that short dick shit Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in crowd Shit, they call me the lethal lip The linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular ballistic Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rash I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling gums Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious vocabulary Malicious, with malice and mayhem Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay Them and literally poetic symptoms Pissing me the fuck off, missing me with that shit I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass You won't be able to pass verbal gas So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far above ya head And you drown of a poetic ass kicking Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear some? Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the rest Call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist With the drill, I got lyrical skills I could perform oral root canals It's unwise to fuck with me Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat Leaving you to choke On where it hurts, unspoken vocals Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight With toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroids Fuck the dumb shit... |
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