Artist:  Anotha Level f/ Pharcyde Album:  On Anotha Level Song:  Phat-T

Verse One:

B  Glad  like  the  bag  I'm  not mad like the hatter On Anotha Level and I
didn't  use  a  ladder Listen up good call me short and it's on Bust you in
the  dome  cuz  I  got  little man's syndrome Always down to bone when Home
Alone  like  the movie Gettin mad groupies, Tina Tam and Suzie Honies wanna
groove me, cuz my flow is groovy I never pay ends or get skins in a jacuzzi
"The track is mighty phat to me
 Ya loves the way I freaks the beat
 Whenever it is I freaks the beat
 Snaps come rolling back to me!" *sung to Tootsie Roll commercial*

Verse Two:

What,  is,  really going on?  My, lyrics, rain like a storm Oh yes, it sets
quite  a  trend  I'm the one your girlie likes and you can't stand it Fresh
cut come hottest, not at all modest I'ma tell you right now, I gets no runs
anonymous  Cut  all the hoopla, end the propagandin We rode the Soul Train,
not  left  Bandstandin Fans keep fannin, where's my girl Shannon?  Hot damn
it Now you understand it, aiyyo catch the Stones Because it's slammin

Verse Three:  Booty Brown

I'm  throwin  up  West coast in the niggaz faces From the City of Angels, I
know  you  know  where the place it They call me Rudy, the dark brown tutti
The  dark  brown  booty  with an afro and a mad flow I'm a rap pro Play the
right  end, I'm into flippin hits like flapjacks off of fat stacks as I max
with  Anotha  Level  So dig it like like a shovel digs a ditch A West coast
rhyme without using the word .....

Verse Four:  Bambino

I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming like this Ballin up my fists and I'm not
even  pissed I'm just hyped, the type, you gotsta believe in The dog inside
of me is hungry this is what I feed it Marks and oreos, until we fill it up
The  youngest  hound  of  the Level does that make me a punk Yup, shucks, I
still  get  butt  Ask  your  local honey and she'll tell you what's up Ohhh
damn,  you freak me so well I used to hear it all the time from my old girl
Mel  Now I'm living swell add her to my clientele Can I get some thirst cuz
it's hot as hell I kick some hoarse shit now I gots ta hay bail

Verse Five:  Slim Kid Tre

Hey  bail, check it out well I gets up on the microphone and then I have to
sail  like a ship, I'm on another motherf--kin tip Got me?  Here I go, copy
Yeah,  so  watch your back, black Pharcyde's here and we'll never come wack
Making  all  the  papes  and comin by the stacks I know Anotha Level got my
motherf--kin back Here to represent West coast Burnin up the map like toast

Verse Six:

I  feel  the funk while Tre Rhymealinda's Before it's all over, we all just
spins the indo or the bud Concentration is a must, occupation is to bust So
I  bust,  and  then  I  bust  This  shit  is  Phat, I'm hoping that You can
comprehend,  the  flavors that we blend You know where to find me, come for
the ride On Anotha Level II the Pharcude

Verse Seven:  Imani

Imani represents one of the funk fabulous chillin freewheelin funkstaz, out
the funky depths of the West coast underground, umm, yo, so how that sound?
I  be  rippin,  rappin, with Anotha Level, rippin Rappin with the Freestyle
Fellowshippin,  and  the  Waskalz  Giving niggaz assholes, cuz niggaz don't
understand  My  s--t be in demand so I'm holdin niggaz to WalkMan's papers,
if  you  slept  on  me you know you catch the Vapors I got my nigga Fat Lip
with  me,  yo  He ain't around so what am I gonna do G?  What am I gonna do
man???  DAMN!!!  Yo whassup man?  You wanna rap?  Can you rap whassup?  You
look a nigga that can't rap, but I think you might be able to drop somethin
on the mic yo

Verse Eight:  Farmer Brown (Fat Lip)

Well  I used to just rap when I was on the farm People tried to come around
giving  me  some harm But I tell em no that it got to cuz The Farmer Man is
about  to  flow  Cuz  I'm  the Farmer Man, I hold the mic in my hand like a
pitchfork,  I say whassup to New York I'm way out like Mork from Ork Enough
to  make you grab a bottle of moonshine and pop the cork, yeeeee-hawwww!!!!
Bout  to get raw with my man Farmer John And my good ol frog, so y'all rock
The cock-a-doodle-doo, ragga-free funk Even though this ain't somethin that
you're  used ta Yeahhh, hyuh hyuh hyuh hyuh And ya don't stop, check it out
check  it  out  Ya  don't stop, check it out check it out Ya don't stop, yo
what's you got to say on this boy *fades*

Anotha Level II the Pharcyde (10X)
  Matter of fact it was phat
  That shit was phat
  Say what?  To the
  Say what say what?
  To the, Phar-Cyde
  Keep it going, Fat Lip grip the mic

Artist:    Anotha   Level  f/  Ice  Cube  Album:   On  Anotha  Level  Song:
Level-N-Service

Intro:  Ice Cube

Title's  n  themes, and shit YaknowhatI'msayin?  Just let this motherfucker
come on (yeah let's do this) And be fresh, like I am (serious nigga?)

Verse One:  Ice Cube

I wish I was in high school So I could fuck young bitches like Anotha Level
do  Let  me  hip  you  to  my Lethal Injection The black erec-tion, in your
midsection  I have you walking through Like Bowlegged Lou, heidi heidi hoe,
bitch  ...   it's  on  like a porno I got Different Strokes like Willis and
Arnold Now, Mr.  Drummond see me coming but Watch your wife, for my dick'll
be  running a patch like Slick Rick, thought I saw a putty-tat Pussy fatter
than  the  insane  bitch  that's singing at the end of the game Fumble more
titties  than  Thurmond,  Thomas, I'm as great man as eight man, and Emmitt
Smith I got the gift to hit it swift So bitch you need a lift and I'm out

Verse Two:

Well  how  can one young black mack unpack papes in mad stacks with no gat?
I'm  cool  like  that  ...and  then some I got styles in my files so I lend
some,  to  the  needy  You get up, kid, but you get hit up like graffiti Yo
this  the  A-L  rhymes  that we say well So ease up, don't freeze up or get
nervous  Cuz if you do loc got Levels-N-Service So cock back and top that I
wear  a top hat, I'm at the top cuz I'm all that And extra adverbs, they're
the kind you couldn't fuck with I got my style and I'm stuck with it

got levels-n-service (2X)

Verse Three:  Bambino

I  down  a  brew, then I check one two it And tellin bitches bend over, cuz
you  know  how  we  do  it  In  the W-E-S-T the best nothin less see Smooth
adolescent,  anti-depressant  Bambino  Suckaz,  don't make me angry Knockin
fuckers out, when my Tanqueray's tangy But I'm a playa, pullin Berry's like
Holly  I freak hoes, and freak flows, with no follies Like the proper brown
eps,  we're  body See most niggaz get paid and wanna cracker like Polly But
Levels-N-Service,  you  know  what's up And niggaz probably think I'm crazy
cuz I'm bustin like a nut

got levels-n-service

Verse Four:

The  pressure  is  on, I combine and come bust rhymes In thousands of shows
and  still have Miller time I speed it up, I slow it dowwwwn I max, I smoke
a  pound So sit back, and listen to me lyrically come all over the track, I
fake the wack Fly honies I attract Niggaz know not to act up, dips be on my
tip  so much I tell em back up But don't say nothin, just listen I'm not on
a  mission,  a wack MC dissing I'm just here to present the rep of my group
We gots flavor, styles by the miles hoes and flows too I'm tough actin like
Tinactin  for  the  feet  My niggaz love the way I'm reactin to the beat It
sounds  sweet,  I skate you to the street And I make service, so niggaz get
nervous

got levels-n-service (3X)