M.C. Sar & The Real McCoy (a.k.a Real McCoy) is a German music group best k… Read Full Bio ↴M.C. Sar & The Real McCoy (a.k.a Real McCoy) is a German music group best known for the '90s pop hits "Another Night", "Automatic Lover (Call for Love)", "Run Away," "Love & Devotion", "Come and Get Your Love", "One More Time" and the hit album Another Night. The music production team responsible for the group's success, Juergen Wind (J. Wind) and Frank Hassas (Quickmix), wrote and produced each of the group's hit singles and hit album between 1993 and 1995. During the early stages of the group's European success in 1993, German rapper Olaf Jeglitza (O-Jay) and American singer Patricia Petersen (Patsy) fronted the act as a rapper-singer duo. By 1994, singer Vanessa Mason had joined the group as the third member of the live act. At the height of the group's worldwide crossover success in 1995, Jeglitza, Petersen and Mason were officially marketed as a trio act under the shortened group name Real McCoy. Many years after the break up of the group, Petersen and Mason were revealed to have not been the real singers of the act. Both women had in fact been miming the vocals of studio singer Karin Kasar for all the group's music videos and live performances. Kasar was also never officially credited for singing vocals for all the group's music releases between 1993 and 1995.
The final Real McCoy album One More Time was released in 1997. Wind produced the album without Hassas' involvement. After Petersen's departure from the group, singer Lisa Cork was recruited into the act by American songwriter/producer Brent Argovitz. Since Kasar was not involved in recording vocals for the album, Cork and Mason sang vocals on the album instead. Jeglitza and Argovitz also worked together as songwriters for the production. The lead single (also titled One More Time) achieved major commercial success in Canada and Australia, but the commercial sales of the album itself worldwide in comparison to Another Night were considered a disappointment. The failure of the album ultimately caused the quick demise of the group's lineup in 1997.
In 1999, an new version of the group's 1990 hit "It's On You" and a new single "Hey Now" was released with an all new group lineup. Both singles failed commercially resulting in the production team permanently breaking up. In the years after the breakup, Jeglitza continued to release new independent singles under the name Real McCoy without Wind or Hassas' involvement.
The final Real McCoy album One More Time was released in 1997. Wind produced the album without Hassas' involvement. After Petersen's departure from the group, singer Lisa Cork was recruited into the act by American songwriter/producer Brent Argovitz. Since Kasar was not involved in recording vocals for the album, Cork and Mason sang vocals on the album instead. Jeglitza and Argovitz also worked together as songwriters for the production. The lead single (also titled One More Time) achieved major commercial success in Canada and Australia, but the commercial sales of the album itself worldwide in comparison to Another Night were considered a disappointment. The failure of the album ultimately caused the quick demise of the group's lineup in 1997.
In 1999, an new version of the group's 1990 hit "It's On You" and a new single "Hey Now" was released with an all new group lineup. Both singles failed commercially resulting in the production team permanently breaking up. In the years after the breakup, Jeglitza continued to release new independent singles under the name Real McCoy without Wind or Hassas' involvement.
Black out
M.C. Sar & The Real McCoy Lyrics
Yo, Kane, let's get 'em
I'm talking blackout
Put lives to a name, fuck a tapout
All in together, we gon' wipe 'em
Wax in revenge mode, time for some action
Yeah, relentless, murderous intentions
The henchmen's garments is all black, [?] pimp this
Caught up in my spell, smell exotic, blunt from different trees
Black gloves, bullet's will fly when the 9's squeezed
Ghost and [?] these, robbing the whole globe
Black polo, hooded, with Gucci wheels with a nice grip
So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip
Dynamic with my dial-up, you faggots is hog meat
Crack your cranium like crab does if you cross me
Raging bulllet of the bull, Mr. Kane is so raunchy
Death Row shit, fuck the lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in sections
Clean cut butcher knives
X they're eyes out
Nail 'em to a billboard
Let 'em dry out
Let me a show you a crime about 'em blowing your minds out
If you ain't ready to throat a nigga then sign out
Nickel plated 40's are blowing your spine out
Old school Caddies with coke, come take a line out
Stingin' niggas for they're jewels in they're stash house
Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby
Closed casket, make sure his mother cry
You fuckin' woth grimy guys, tunes are suicidal
And now we ain't homies, they call us the homicidal
Get ready for the mayhem, just call it my arrival
Bash him with a disco ball, it's the 70's
Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these
Black bastards, ruthless killers
Watch me thrill ya
Party killers, we won't die
Hard body bitch made cats is gonna fry
Solidify we're champions, youngens we're bonafide
Wanna swim with the sharks, be my guest, go take a dive
The name of the game is Blood Sport
You won't make it out alive
I see what you trying for so give it up
We terrorize shit, Kane and Ghost, lit it up
I'm talking blackout
Put lives to a name, fuck a tapout
All in together, we gon' wipe 'em
Wax in revenge mode, time for some action
Yeah, relentless, murderous intentions
The henchmen's garments is all black, [?] pimp this
Caught up in my spell, smell exotic, blunt from different trees
Black gloves, bullet's will fly when the 9's squeezed
Black polo, hooded, with Gucci wheels with a nice grip
So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip
Dynamic with my dial-up, you faggots is hog meat
Crack your cranium like crab does if you cross me
Raging bulllet of the bull, Mr. Kane is so raunchy
Death Row shit, fuck the lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in sections
Clean cut butcher knives
X they're eyes out
Nail 'em to a billboard
Let 'em dry out
Let me a show you a crime about 'em blowing your minds out
If you ain't ready to throat a nigga then sign out
Nickel plated 40's are blowing your spine out
Old school Caddies with coke, come take a line out
Stingin' niggas for they're jewels in they're stash house
Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby
Closed casket, make sure his mother cry
You fuckin' woth grimy guys, tunes are suicidal
And now we ain't homies, they call us the homicidal
Get ready for the mayhem, just call it my arrival
Bash him with a disco ball, it's the 70's
Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these
Black bastards, ruthless killers
Watch me thrill ya
Party killers, we won't die
Hard body bitch made cats is gonna fry
Solidify we're champions, youngens we're bonafide
Wanna swim with the sharks, be my guest, go take a dive
The name of the game is Blood Sport
You won't make it out alive
I see what you trying for so give it up
We terrorize shit, Kane and Ghost, lit it up
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: ERICK S. SERMON, DENNIS DAVID COLES, ROBERT F. DIGGS, GARY E. GRICE, LAMONT HAWKINS, JASON HUNTER, RUSSELL T. JONES, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, MELVIN DUNLOP, RAY JACKSON, BILL WITHERS, CHUCK HENDY, DANZIO REDFORD, JOHN RICHARD AUSTIN, LIDELL WHITTAKER, GORDON ANTHONY CHAMBERS, DAVE M. L. HALL, NICOLE GILBERT, KEVIN MADISON, UNKNOWN WRITER
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