| Song | Beat Street |
| Artist | Grandmaster Flash |
| Album | Grandmaster Flash the Furious Five Grandmaster Melle Mel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! | |
| Hip Hop! | |
| Beat Street | |
| The king of the beat | |
| You see him rocking that beat from across the street | |
| And Huh Huh! | |
| Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! | |
| Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give | |
| And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'd paint a better place to live | |
| Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony | |
| And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha! | |
| I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one to take your place | |
| âCause each and every time you touch the spray paint can | |
| Michelangelo's soul controls your hand | |
| Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head | |
| Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d'ya have to die so soon? | |
| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must | |
| âCause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh! | |
| The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind | |
| In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh! | |
| More tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son | |
| But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? | |
| Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes? | |
| When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing | |
| Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete | |
| The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party | |
| I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light | |
| You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh! | |
| You gotta make something outta nothing at all | |
| I'm sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can't do graffiti in school | |
| They can't be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall | |
| The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me | |
| You're the soul of the brother who won't come back | |
| Who died in my arms on the railroad track | |
| âCause I'm caught in the rat race, looking for my own space | |
| There's gotta be a better place for you and me | |
| There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye | |
| Some people gotta die just to be free | |
| You search for justice and what do you find? | |
| You find just us on the unemployment line | |
| You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk | |
| There's no justice, there's Huh, just us, Ha! | |
| Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls | |
| A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all | |
| So after this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain | |
| No more chump change, none of that bull | |
| Just movies, museums and the hall of fame | |
| So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let's take it to the top where we belong | |
| âCause the age of the Beat Street wave is here | |
| Everybody let's sing along, now c'mon, say âHo!' (âHo!'), Say âHo!' (âHo!') | |
| And to let me know I'm rocking the microphone everybody say âRamo!' (âRamo!') | |
| âRamo!' (âRamo!') | |
| Raah! | |
| A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say âMan destroys Man!' | |
| Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose | |
| The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire | |
| The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble | |
| The game that left the whole world in shambles | |
| The cheats, the lies, the alibis | |
| And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies | |
| Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh? | |
| The president just forgot about Earth | |
| Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions | |
| The cost of weapons ran into zillions | |
| There's gold in the street, and diamonds under feet | |
| And the children in Africa don't even eat | |
| Flies on their faces, they're living like mice | |
| And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh! | |
| The water tastes funny, it's forever too sunny | |
| And they work all month and don't make no money | |
| A fight for power, a nuclear shower | |
| And people shout out in the darkest hour | |
| Of sights unseen and voices unheard | |
| And finally the bomb gets the last word | |
| Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews | |
| And everybody's bodies are used and abused, Huh! | |
| Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted | |
| Superiority complex is deep rooted | |
| Leeches and lice's, and people got prices | |
| Egomaniacs control the self-righteous | |
| Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure | |
| So the revelation of death is our cure | |
| Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan | |
| Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin | |
| Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran | |
| Mixed with the blood of the weaker man | |
| The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error | |
| And now they can't even look in the mirror | |
| âCause we gotta suffer while things get rougher | |
| And that's the reason why we got to get tougher | |
| To learn from the past and work for the future | |
| And don't be a slave to no computer | |
| âCause the Children of Man inherits the land | |
| And the future of the world is in your hands | |
| So just throw your hands in the air | |
| And wave âem like you just don't care | |
| And if you believe that you're the future | |
| Scream it out and say âOh yeah!' (âOh yeah!') | |
| âOh yeah!' (âOh yeah!') | |
| Raah! | |
| Beat Street Breakdown | |
| Raah! | |
| Hip Hop! |
| Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! | |
| Hip Hop! | |
| Beat Street | |
| The king of the beat | |
| You see him rocking that beat from across the street | |
| And Huh Huh! | |
| Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can' t let the Streets beat you! | |
| Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give | |
| And if the world was yours to do over, I know you' d paint a better place to live | |
| Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony | |
| And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha! | |
| I never knew art til I saw your face and there' ll never be one to take your place | |
| Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can | |
| Michelangelo' s soul controls your hand | |
| Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head | |
| Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d' ya have to die so soon? | |
| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it' s all thy must | |
| Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh! | |
| The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind | |
| In love and alone, but now you' re dead, and she still can' t get you out of her head, Huh! | |
| More tears fall for all you' ve done, trying to be a good father to your only son | |
| But now who' s gonna make sure that he' s fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? | |
| Tell me who' s gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes? | |
| When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing | |
| Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete | |
| The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party | |
| I' m hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light | |
| You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh! | |
| You gotta make something outta nothing at all | |
| I' m sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can' t do graffiti in school | |
| They can' t be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall | |
| The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me | |
| You' re the soul of the brother who won' t come back | |
| Who died in my arms on the railroad track | |
| Cause I' m caught in the rat race, looking for my own space | |
| There' s gotta be a better place for you and me | |
| There' s pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye | |
| Some people gotta die just to be free | |
| You search for justice and what do you find? | |
| You find just us on the unemployment line | |
| You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk | |
| There' s no justice, there' s Huh, just us, Ha! | |
| Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls | |
| A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all | |
| So after this there' ll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain | |
| No more chump change, none of that bull | |
| Just movies, museums and the hall of fame | |
| So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let' s take it to the top where we belong | |
| Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here | |
| Everybody let' s sing along, now c' mon, say Ho!' Ho!', Say Ho!' Ho!' | |
| And to let me know I' m rocking the microphone everybody say Ramo!' Ramo!' | |
| Ramo!' Ramo!' | |
| Raah! | |
| A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say Man destroys Man!' | |
| Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose | |
| The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire | |
| The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble | |
| The game that left the whole world in shambles | |
| The cheats, the lies, the alibis | |
| And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies | |
| Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh? | |
| The president just forgot about Earth | |
| Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions | |
| The cost of weapons ran into zillions | |
| There' s gold in the street, and diamonds under feet | |
| And the children in Africa don' t even eat | |
| Flies on their faces, they' re living like mice | |
| And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh! | |
| The water tastes funny, it' s forever too sunny | |
| And they work all month and don' t make no money | |
| A fight for power, a nuclear shower | |
| And people shout out in the darkest hour | |
| Of sights unseen and voices unheard | |
| And finally the bomb gets the last word | |
| Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews | |
| And everybody' s bodies are used and abused, Huh! | |
| Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted | |
| Superiority complex is deep rooted | |
| Leeches and lice' s, and people got prices | |
| Egomaniacs control the selfrighteous | |
| Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure | |
| So the revelation of death is our cure | |
| Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan | |
| Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin | |
| Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran | |
| Mixed with the blood of the weaker man | |
| The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error | |
| And now they can' t even look in the mirror | |
| Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher | |
| And that' s the reason why we got to get tougher | |
| To learn from the past and work for the future | |
| And don' t be a slave to no computer | |
| Cause the Children of Man inherits the land | |
| And the future of the world is in your hands | |
| So just throw your hands in the air | |
| And wave em like you just don' t care | |
| And if you believe that you' re the future | |
| Scream it out and say Oh yeah!' Oh yeah!' | |
| Oh yeah!' Oh yeah!' | |
| Raah! | |
| Beat Street Breakdown | |
| Raah! | |
| Hip Hop! |
| Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! | |
| Hip Hop! | |
| Beat Street | |
| The king of the beat | |
| You see him rocking that beat from across the street | |
| And Huh Huh! | |
| Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can' t let the Streets beat you! | |
| Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give | |
| And if the world was yours to do over, I know you' d paint a better place to live | |
| Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony | |
| And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha! | |
| I never knew art til I saw your face and there' ll never be one to take your place | |
| Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can | |
| Michelangelo' s soul controls your hand | |
| Then serenades of blue and red and the beauty of the rainbow fills your head | |
| Crescendo of colours hang in tune, Man why oh why d' ya have to die so soon? | |
| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, where the good die young it' s all thy must | |
| Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh! | |
| The teardrops fall for the state of mind of the beautiful lady that you left behind | |
| In love and alone, but now you' re dead, and she still can' t get you out of her head, Huh! | |
| More tears fall for all you' ve done, trying to be a good father to your only son | |
| But now who' s gonna make sure that he' s fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? | |
| Tell me who' s gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities in the islands genes? | |
| When your works of art brought into being all that the ghetto stopped you from seeing | |
| Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete | |
| The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party | |
| I' m hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild in the town of the neon light | |
| You either play some ball or stand in the hall Huh! | |
| You gotta make something outta nothing at all | |
| I' m sitting in the classroom learning the rules and it says you can' t do graffiti in school | |
| They can' t be wrong in the hallowed hall, so my notebook turned into a brick wall | |
| The heart of a lion and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me | |
| You' re the soul of the brother who won' t come back | |
| Who died in my arms on the railroad track | |
| Cause I' m caught in the rat race, looking for my own space | |
| There' s gotta be a better place for you and me | |
| There' s pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye | |
| Some people gotta die just to be free | |
| You search for justice and what do you find? | |
| You find just us on the unemployment line | |
| You find just us sweating from dawn to dusk | |
| There' s no justice, there' s Huh, just us, Ha! | |
| Still life urban masterpiece, your trademark was written on trains and walls | |
| A million dollar gift only God released, and yet you got killed for nothing at all | |
| So after this there' ll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain | |
| No more chump change, none of that bull | |
| Just movies, museums and the hall of fame | |
| So all you Hip Hops get on up, and let' s take it to the top where we belong | |
| Cause the age of the Beat Street wave is here | |
| Everybody let' s sing along, now c' mon, say Ho!' Ho!', Say Ho!' Ho!' | |
| And to let me know I' m rocking the microphone everybody say Ramo!' Ramo!' | |
| Ramo!' Ramo!' | |
| Raah! | |
| A newspaper burns in the sand, and the headlines say Man destroys Man!' | |
| Extra! Extra! Read all the bad news on the war for peace that everybody would lose | |
| The rise and fall, the last great empire, the sound of the whole world caught on fire | |
| The ruthless struggle, the desperate gamble | |
| The game that left the whole world in shambles | |
| The cheats, the lies, the alibis | |
| And the foolish attempt to conquer the skies | |
| Lost in space, and what is it worth, huh? | |
| The president just forgot about Earth | |
| Spending multi billions, and maybe even trillions | |
| The cost of weapons ran into zillions | |
| There' s gold in the street, and diamonds under feet | |
| And the children in Africa don' t even eat | |
| Flies on their faces, they' re living like mice | |
| And the houses even make the ghetto look nice, Huh! | |
| The water tastes funny, it' s forever too sunny | |
| And they work all month and don' t make no money | |
| A fight for power, a nuclear shower | |
| And people shout out in the darkest hour | |
| Of sights unseen and voices unheard | |
| And finally the bomb gets the last word | |
| Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed Jews | |
| And everybody' s bodies are used and abused, Huh! | |
| Minds are poisoned and souls are polluted | |
| Superiority complex is deep rooted | |
| Leeches and lice' s, and people got prices | |
| Egomaniacs control the selfrighteous | |
| Nothing is sacred and nothing is pure | |
| So the revelation of death is our cure | |
| Hitler and Caesar, Custer and Reagan | |
| Napoleon, Castro, Mussolini and Begin | |
| Ghengis Khan and the Shah of Iran | |
| Mixed with the blood of the weaker man | |
| The peoples in terror, the leaders made the error | |
| And now they can' t even look in the mirror | |
| Cause we gotta suffer while things get rougher | |
| And that' s the reason why we got to get tougher | |
| To learn from the past and work for the future | |
| And don' t be a slave to no computer | |
| Cause the Children of Man inherits the land | |
| And the future of the world is in your hands | |
| So just throw your hands in the air | |
| And wave em like you just don' t care | |
| And if you believe that you' re the future | |
| Scream it out and say Oh yeah!' Oh yeah!' | |
| Oh yeah!' Oh yeah!' | |
| Raah! | |
| Beat Street Breakdown | |
| Raah! | |
| Hip Hop! |