Mr.C went into the studio to record his 1st house track with Eddie Richards as Myster-E in 1987. This inspired Mr.C to learn more about his beloved House & Techno, so in late 1987 Richard took to the decks. Mr.C has since organized, promoted and been resident DJ at: Fantasy (‘88), Base (Dungeons ‘89), Release (91), Harmony (92), Drop (93), Cyclone (94), Vapourspace (94 & 95), Flavour (The End 95 & 96), Subterrain (The End, 95 - 2002) all in London, Superfreq (Worldwide 2002 - Present) & Super Disco Freq (2010) in LA.
In December 1995 Mr.C opened the legendary End Club in London with Partner Layo Paskin and then AKA bar three years later, which celebrated its thirteenth anniversary in December 2008. Sadly The End & AKA closed its doors for good on January 24th 2009. One chapter closes, another begins.
Mr.C is founder and owner of Plink Plonk records, cofounder of End Recordings and cofounder and owner of Superfreq Records. Mr.C has recorded under the names, Myster-E, Nu Jacks, Bass Bureau, The Shamen, Mantrac, Somnambulist, Animus Amour, Killer Loop, Mr.C & Tom Parris and Mr.C & 16B. Mr.C is best known as front man of the pop group The Shamen with whom he notched up a string of top 10 hits including Move Any Mountain and the number 1 hit Ebeneezer Goode. The Shamen also won a highly coveted Ivor Novelo for Songwriters of the year 1992. Mr.C is currently recording solo as Mr.C or as the Sycophant Slags with his production partner Adultnapper with releases on Sexonwax, End Rec, Hallucination Ltd, Superfreq records, Bombis Records, Poker Flat Records and Wagon Repair Records and has EP’s in stores now under both monikers on both Poker Flat and Wagon Repair.
Mr.C also runs and promotes Superfreq events, which is now in its 9th year and ran monthly at Mr.C's club, The End until it closed down in January 2009. Superfreq now has monthly residencies as Superfreq E’special at the amazing luxury members club Paramount, perched thirty one floors above London on the top of the famous landmark Center Point and another at the stylish Bardot at Avalon Los Angeles. Superfreq also holds quarterly events at Junk Club in Southampton, UK, SpyBar in Chicago, Bardot and Terrace at Avalon in LA and with Blk|market membership in New York and also throws parties in various locations in Calais, France. Mr.C's has also started Super Disco Freq which is the 1st Tuesday each month at Short Stop, Echo Park and he intends to take Superfreq as one off parties all around the United States, at the same time as throwing these events globally. Superfreq has accomplished 6 successful seasons in Ibiza, 3 at Club Underground, 2 seasons at DC10 and last Season at Blu. Superfreq has also completed 5 annual tours of South America, as well as having done regular events with G.U.M in Ecuador & Made Events in NYC. Superfreq has also done 1 off shows the world over including U.S.A, Canada, Mexico, China, England, Spain, Italy, Holland, Belgium, Lithuania, France, Croatia, Greece, Latvia & Russia to name but a few places.
Lastly, as Richard West, Mr.C has been regularly studying “Spiritual Psychology of Acting” for over 6 years now. He’s more than ready for action & already has roles confirmed in 2 feature films, the first of which shoots in the autumn of 2010. Richard has also just moved to LA from London to test his skills in the big playground. In the meantime, check out his current releases of both the Lunar EP by Mr.C on Wagon Repair & Keep Off by Sycophant Slags on Poker Flat, both in stores now. Also check out the digital versions of the Sycophant Slags remix of Reverse Commuter, the Dharma Fields remixes, all on Hallucination Ltd and listen out for the Mr.C remix of Hijacker & Stick on Bombis.
Profiles: http://facebook.com/mrcsuperfreq http://myspace.com/mrcsuperfreq
DJ mixes: http://soundcloud.com/mrcsuperfreq
Websites: http://superfreq.org http://endclub.com
War Games
Mr.C Lyrics
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What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2
O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka
Me and Premo, you know, East New York
Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places
Yo
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
Rap commando, what's my handle
O.C. ample to rock shit
Battle niggas who pop shit
Green bareen thought slicka
I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
Run thru your section
Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
Ill gorilla so called killas
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
sharp like gem stars
Cause massive scars
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games
I bust off like a M-16
Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
Apprehended if I am
In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
All MC's lets make one thing clear
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
[Chorus: x2]
I declare War Games
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
With fire proof camouflage and power
Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Then toge it, back to B.I.
See I can do this, I'm professional
Too much weight to weigh any style
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
Willies para-
Noid, niggas all non void
Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
When I flow I get comatose
In my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
I mean team same name, never change
My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
War Games
"War Games"
"War Games"
"War Games"
"War Games"
"War Games"
The song "War Games" by Mr.C is a rap anthem that glorifies war and showcases the rapper's prowess in battle and rhyme. The opening lines of the song clarify that the song is inspired by the rough neighborhoods of New York City such as East New York, Bushwick, and Bedstuy, and that the rapper is primed and ready for battle. Throughout the song, O.C. rhymes about being disciplined like a soldier, locked in, and ready for war, boasting about his physical fitness and aim.
The song's chorus repeatedly declares "War Games" and the verses contain a range of militant and violent imagery, such as running through enemy lines, fleshing out bones, and busting through crowds. The rapper compares himself to a rap commando, ready to battle any opponent who steps up, and declares that he has been dope for years, hence he is back in the scene to call out all MC's and declare war games.
Overall, "War Games" is a powerful and intense song that demonstrates the rapper's skills in lyricism, rhyme, and delivery. It is a reflection of the rap scene in the 90s and the need to stand out by being more aggressive, militant, and intense than one's peers.
Line by Line Meaning
My main frame, discipline like a soldier
I am focused and disciplined like a soldier
Ready for war, pushups get my chest swoll up
I am physically and mentally ready for any challenge
What's the deal Preme? I mean the scaze
Hey Premo, what's going on? What's the plan?
I think I got it locked in nigga, War Games is the theme
I have a plan, and the theme is War Games
Rap commando, what's my handle
I am a commando in the rap game, what should I be called?
O.C. ample to rock shit
I have ample skills to destroy the competition
Green bareen thought slicka
I am smarter and more cunning than my opponents
I'm one step ahead, slide thru enemy lines like a black ack figga
I am always one step ahead, slipping through enemy lines like a black ops soldier
Camouflage, runnin thru you zone with detection
I move quickly and quietly, undetected by the enemy
Cuz the dark skinned marksmen
I am a skilled shooter who blends into the shadows
Run thru your section
I will run right through your territory
Flesh ya bones, physical built like titanium
I am strong and unbreakable, like titanium
Bugs cover my grill like Iranians
My face is covered in sweat and battle scars, like Iranian soldiers
Ill gorilla so called killas
I am a fierce gorilla, not impressed by supposed killers
I fear no man but Allah, for the god is he is still in us
I am not afraid of anyone except God, who is always with us
The Renaissance Man, I roll with real like grenade
I am a true Renaissance man, and I associate with real people like a grenade that is ready to explode
sharp like gem stars
My skills are sharp like throwing stars
Cause massive scars
I will leave a lasting impression on my opponents
O.C.'s all in it, dope I've been for years
I have been in the game for years and I am still going strong
Now I'm back in the scene, and I declare War Games
I am back and ready to take the rap game by storm
I bust off like a M-16
I come out firing like a machine gun
Rippin thru screens from head to toe, blood soak up your jeans
I am tearing through everything in my path, leaving a trail of destruction
Rap veteran, earn my stripes, faught wars
I am a veteran in the rap game, battle tested and proven
Opposing forces, would O.C. take losses?
I am a force to be reckoned with, and I don't take losses lightly
Naucious, you feelin kinda like throwing up
You are feeling nauseous and scared in my presence
Cautious, watch ya step, land rhymes blowin up
Be careful around me, my rhymes will blow you away
Havin a pity for foes, fuck G.I. Joe
I have no mercy for my enemies, and I don't care about G.I. Joe
He's a sucker, slap the taste outta wild motherfuckas
G.I. Joe is weak, and I will not tolerate any wild behavior
Design a rhyme, like a plan for the government
I am crafting my rhymes like a government creates a plan
Six Million like Steve Austin, costin
I am worth a lot of money, like Steve Austin from the Six Million Dollar Man
Apprehended if I am
If you try to apprehend me, you will not succeed
In times and my body will erupt *explosion*
When the time comes, I will unleash my full power
M-16 tapecatin, voids filled with ammo
My weapon is always loaded and ready to fire
Bust it through a crowd, a bitch nigga sing soprano
I will blast through a crowd of people, making even tough guys sing like a soprano
When I get you in the square, then I end you career
When I face you head-on, it will be the end of your career
All MC's lets make one thing clear
Let's get one thing straight, all MC's are the same to me
You're all the same, I will remain, fuck the fame
I am different, and I don't care about fame
Feelin the lane to shoot, I declare War Games
I am feeling confident and ready to start a war
For niggas who flaunt figgas for more fame
This War Games is for those who are obsessed with money and fame
Gorilla warfare, tactics issue unlimited access to ammo
I am using guerrilla warfare tactics and have unlimited resources
With fire proof camouflage and power
I am unstoppable, with camouflage that cannot be burned and immense power
Precise pinpoint it, pull it, when I cock back
My rhymes are precise and deadly, like a gunshot
This here rap will slap you and your team, and that bad bitch
My rap will hit you, your team, and even your girl
Sleaves from my uncut, raw like cope
My flow is uncut and raw, like cocaine
Preme dig up boys, roll up and smoke
Premo has the best beats, like good weed to smoke
Then toge it, back to B.I.
Then we will all come together and head back to Brooklyn
See I can do this, I'm professional
I am a professional rapper and I can handle anything
Too much weight to weigh any style
My style is too unique and powerful to be compared to anyone else's
Dutch Master superior blend, inhale me right
My rhymes are the best, like a superior blend of Dutch Masters cigars
Young Phillies take a toke of my rap, and get the
Youngsters can't handle my rhymes and they feel the effects
Willies para-
They get scared and paranoid
Noid, niggas all non void
People are afraid of me and my crew
Fuck with O.C., get your life destroyed
If you mess with me, your life will be ruined
Like a marine, I'm a trained rap killing machine
I am like a trained killer, only with rhymes
Fiend to rock a mic, set from New York to New Orleans
I am addicted to rapping and will take my talent from New York to New Orleans
Over seas I conquer, rough like blanca
I am conquering the rap game overseas, and I am rough like Blanka from Street Fighter
Love to eat actors, gotta take for drama
I am hungry for drama, and love to take out actors (other MC's)
When I flow I get comatose
I get into a deep and powerful flow state when I rap
In my own world
When I rap, I am in my own world
From the first verse, you saw my plan unfurl
From the beginning of this song, you saw my plan taking shape
I mean team same name, never change
My team has the same name and we will never change
My ammo is the demo competition on the mic
My ammunition is the competition in the rap game
War Games
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War Games
War Games
War Games
War Games
War Games
War Games
War Games
War Games
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: OMAR GERRYL CREDLE, CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN
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