Hiphopunkfunkmamboska by P.I.C

Hiphopunkfunkmamboska album cover by P.I.C featuring a stylized photo of the band performing live at a New York City venue

“Hiphopunkfunkmamboska” is the first album by P.I.C, a New York City, based group whose music combines rap, hip-hop, funk, Latin-jazz, ska, and punk influences. The album reflects the band’s collaborative and do-it-yourself approach to music-making, blending live instrumentation with rhythmic and lyrical experimentation.

About the Album

Hiphopunkfunkmamboska is the debut album by P.I.C, released on April 4, 2000. All songs were written and performed by P.I.C and produced in collaboration with Adam Charity, who also handled the mixing. The album was recorded by Gary Gabisan at Sports Magic Animals Studios and mastered by Emily Lazars at The Lodge. Hiphopunkfunkmamboska showcases the band’s signature blend of hip-hop, funk, mambo, and ska.

The standout single “Hiphopunkfunkmamboska” became the title track for Comedy Central’s Premium Blend Season 6 (2002–2003), hosted by Wanda Sykes, where P.I.C served as the in-house band for the season.

Hiphopunkfunkmamboska is available on all major streaming platforms, as digital downloads, and on CD.

Tracklist

  1. Hiphopunkfunkmamboska

  2. Sometimes Y

  3. Hambo

  4. PB&J

  5. Erwin Lockdown

  6. Coming of a New

  7. Henry Street

  8. Switch

  9. Esperanza

  10. Happy Song

  11. Nastebo

  12. Brown Tip

Listen & Lyrics

Hiphopunkfunkmamboska

  • All one motion fueled by emotion

    Landing of the fist eat this cake to take to the hospitable

    Admit-able evidence hence I’m guilty with a smirk

    Dealt a hand with out meaning

    Scheming for the plan unlike the man

    There’s no faith control understand

    Telescopic poles to unfold and swing

    Sing a simple song to make one happy

    Slap me when I got the writhing contriving itch

    I switch to the couch

    I don’t fill the pouch

    Ask me once again

    What’s it all about

    —

    The flavor of the raver

    has modified my behavior

    should I step into the batter’s box?

    For the eye of the fox

    has got me in it’s locks

    so tell me man what’s your plan

    Well I’ll stand my ground and

    take a look around and

    hopefully the answer will be found

    Well don’t fear the slap

    just think up a rap and

    tell her how you can get down

    Now that sounds great

    for it must have been fate

    stepping in to place my win

    But there’s ick on your fin

    and your destined to sin

    so wipe off that silly grin

    But I’ve already got par

    and I see another star

    So how do I fit these pieces in?

    —

    Listen to my call because you know I fall.

    And if it’s your eyeball saying that it’s not my fault

    that I’m sorta like Tybalt, come into my vault.

    Then you say it’s all my fault that you drank all of my malt liquor?

    For the record – I could not be sicker.

    Try to get the picture – mine is for the lecture.

    Cool is for beginners, Yul is for the Brynners,

    food is for the thinner, and you gotta get into the p.i.c.

    I see it’s kinda risky. Yo – who’s that fool breath stinking like whiskey?

    “Phunom.”

    Your rhyme is committed with the rest.

    I may be a phu, but my intentions are the best.

Sometimes Y

  • Y! cause I gotta understand who’s gonna be the man in the plan

    Don’t wanna be no stalker on the corner saying damn

    Never got the cat in the bag so you know I never lag in

    attention cause my intention’s for some real

    How bout eightish for a meal

    Got stood up so what’s with that mother fuckin deal

    Made time for the mackin but your presents was lackin

    So I’m jackin a vowel cause I gotta cry foul

    But there’s no ref in the game so I try to keep it sane gotta keep it tame

    As I maintain a cool but I’m still played like a fool

    Don’t know whats in store but I’m coming back for more

    But you’re not giving gotta check how I’m living

    or else in the dawn you’ll see I took a dump on your lawn

    It’s do or die and sometimes y

    But the rhyme ain’t over with just a mention of the bowels

    as the dissonance turns to usual incidence

    With trips out west to test the psychosis

    Got pictures of your abode but you don’t know this

    Spot you a block a way, not to say hello

    But to follow you to your next rendezvous

    Then on that corner I stand I gotta God Damn!!

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    I’m bringing it back around again.

    And like I say, back when I was a little kid, I’ll tell you what I did.

    I’m singing a song of ridicule, yo it wasn’t cool.

    You know the Sulu played the fool who gave out his love and got the finger.

    And still it lingered around on the DL, so p-l-ease….

    it didn’t stop because the Sulu’s way too low. I know I shoulda said hello so that she’d know that I am a Filipino man that

    can comprehend the plan to make some beautiful brown kids, and she did.

    But with some other Filipino, he knows that I’m crooning for a love song

    that went wrong.

    And now that shit is so gone that it’s like Calgon take me away.

    And I would hate to say that it’s taking me away to a place that I can hide.

    Where there are no laws of wooing that I’d have to abide to.

    ‘Cause if I flew the koop, I’d have to run the risk of missing out upon

    another scoop of my favorite type of flavor,

    but behavior’s kinda played.

    Or am I asking myself a question so that shit is all delayed.

    Is it watered in the musk that’s dead on my neck or was the chance like

    never taken so I was dealing with a deck of cards that were all jokers.

    And if I were a psycho, yo I’d stock her like a broker.

    Crazy yes I am, but psycho no I’m not.

    And as I’m rapping about this shit I’ll tell you the choices that I got.

    is it A, I can come back for another day, and if I had the chance you know

    I’d say I got room in my bed for her to lay.

    But if that girl doesn’t want to play, I’d do her like that chick

    Tammy Faye Baker and make her just look the other way.

    Because you’re know that the shit is always true because of aeiou.

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

Hambo

  • Y! cause I gotta understand who’s gonna be the man in the plan

    Don’t wanna be no stalker on the corner saying damn

    Never got the cat in the bag so you know I never lag in

    attention cause my intention’s for some real

    How bout eightish for a meal

    Got stood up so what’s with that mother fuckin deal

    Made time for the mackin but your presents was lackin

    So I’m jackin a vowel cause I gotta cry foul

    But there’s no ref in the game so I try to keep it sane gotta keep it tame

    As I maintain a cool but I’m still played like a fool

    Don’t know whats in store but I’m coming back for more

    But you’re not giving gotta check how I’m living

    or else in the dawn you’ll see I took a dump on your lawn

    It’s do or die and sometimes y

    But the rhyme ain’t over with just a mention of the bowels

    as the dissonance turns to usual incidence

    With trips out west to test the psychosis

    Got pictures of your abode but you don’t know this

    Spot you a block a way, not to say hello

    But to follow you to your next rendezvous

    Then on that corner I stand I gotta God Damn!!

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    I’m bringing it back around again.

    And like I say, back when I was a little kid, I’ll tell you what I did.

    I’m singing a song of ridicule, yo it wasn’t cool.

    You know the Sulu played the fool who gave out his love and got the finger.

    And still it lingered around on the DL, so p-l-ease….

    it didn’t stop because the Sulu’s way too low. I know I shoulda said hello so that she’d know that I am a Filipino man that

    can comprehend the plan to make some beautiful brown kids, and she did.

    But with some other Filipino, he knows that I’m crooning for a love song

    that went wrong.

    And now that shit is so gone that it’s like Calgon take me away.

    And I would hate to say that it’s taking me away to a place that I can hide.

    Where there are no laws of wooing that I’d have to abide to.

    ‘Cause if I flew the koop, I’d have to run the risk of missing out upon

    another scoop of my favorite type of flavor,

    but behavior’s kinda played.

    Or am I asking myself a question so that shit is all delayed.

    Is it watered in the musk that’s dead on my neck or was the chance like

    never taken so I was dealing with a deck of cards that were all jokers.

    And if I were a psycho, yo I’d stock her like a broker.

    Crazy yes I am, but psycho no I’m not.

    And as I’m rapping about this shit I’ll tell you the choices that I got.

    is it A, I can come back for another day, and if I had the chance you know

    I’d say I got room in my bed for her to lay.

    But if that girl doesn’t want to play, I’d do her like that chick

    Tammy Faye Baker and make her just look the other way.

    Because you’re know that the shit is always true because of aeiou.

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

    A-E-I-O-U A-E-I-O-U and sometimes Y

PB&J

  • All I wanted was little bitty taste

    Something stimulating like the flavor of toothpaste.

    But all I got was some dried up chicken

    thus and so I’m not even close to finger lickin’

    I’m just lookin’ and lackin’ and packin’ and rackin’ up

    all that’s good and maybe I should

    not deserve this and not deserve that

    for when it comes down to it i think it’s all crap.

    Well, maybe he’s a just a not happy.

    When you stick the pipe in him he’s pretty damn snappy.

    Or snapless Another fine mess that you’ve gotten us into

    Whatcha gonna do Because you don’t know where you’re going

    Does it look like I’m rowing? I’m not even growing. I’m totally stagnate

    I don’t even rate on the Richter scale

    I need the ginger ale to bubble me up

    Cuz I don’t know what’s up. So I say what the fuck!

    I’m flat as a flapjack. Tied to the rack of a five-door stationwagon

    and you know I’m just dragging my ass like

    I was going to class. Dare I say Mass. I want to pay the toll fare

    Try to keep it rare or should I say raw.

    I’m just trying to draw something new like I know how too.

    I say, No, Don’t go Just stop and let the song flow Kiss my grits!


    I like peanut butter on my white bread

    I like jelly on my butter

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    I like peanut butter on my white bread

    I like jelly on my butter

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread


    Step into the A&P wonderin’ who is payin’ me

    I got the flat pockets, man, I guess I’ll have to wait & see.

    Bait and seafood, man, you’ll find in aisle 9, but what the hell

    is waiting for me with a smile in my line?

    Is it my imagination or is the peanut butter staring?

    Flaring with my are my nostrils.

    Like the 12 apostles, ask her to my last supper as I put her in my cart.

    Then it starts – an idea – as I push around the mart.

    Head into aisle 7 for some sticky sweet stuff.

    You need stuff just to eat stuff ’cause I’m a complete buff

    of non meat stuff.

    Enough of this stupid ridiculous talk because I’m seeing what I want

    from afar and it’s in a jar.

    Stars abound to fulfill my constellation.

    Elation has been reached to celebrate my culinary creation.

    Peanut butter, jelly and me rolling in my head,

    but I forgot the one thing that I’ma need is some serious bread.

    And I already established that my man is flat broke.

    Got smoked as I had to put a lid on my hopes.

    Put the 2 jars away, thinking about the plan which failed.

    Sandwich smelled damn good but I could not even afford.

    Steven’s a poor damn mutha.

    When’s the next time that there’s going to be another opportunity?

    Soon to be closed is the store, so I floor to the freeway,

    thinking about that ill fated three………


    I like peanut butter on my white bread

    I like jelly on my butter

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    I like peanut butter on my white bread

    I like jelly on my butter

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    Who’s got the bread I got the butter


    I’m steering this jam like a skipper on the rudder

    The breads in the box so I put it where it’s hot

    Yo I slide into the oven a hot it’s become

    A running the knife on the sides till in coincides

    with the jam that’s the plan to spread it like jufran

    Blam pass me another slice cause this single toast won’t suffice

    A wouldn’t it be nice to complete the three you and me you see

    It’s the sandwich, a plan which requires a magic number

    So I’m a runner of a race as I pick up the pace

    But I stop as I drop cause I see the most beautiful sight

    But the shit ain’t right cause the toast I wanted the most was someone else's toast

    O smothered with jelly, hurting like Telly, on a perfect plate

    How can I relate when…


    I like peanut butter on my white bread

    I like jelly on my butter

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    I like peanut butter on my white bread

    I like jelly on my butter

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

    Jelly with the peanut butter on my white bread

Erwin Lockdown

  • Word to the essential from the environmental

    ever expanding like a lunar landing

    cause my space is like 1999

    and I’m demanding the voice cause it’s my choice

    to roll my r’s like my name is ramon cause

    I’m the one and only only one with the un

    so you leave that mediocrity at the door

    call me mister speaker cause I got the floor

    my congress is in session I got the funkin’ lesson

    like my clan was the x

    but the pic is on the flex

    my mic rocks with out a glock

    you know I don’t stop with the flip hip-hop

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    There are clouds in the sky and the sun is on my back

    would you believe that today I’m feeling like The Mack

    Trying to stay sane in an insane world

    Walking down the street my stomach’s gettin’ nurled

    But I got to keep movin’ cuz I can’t stay in place

    Keeping one eye open for that pretty face

    The sight of the world is pretty incredible

    inevitable, forgettable it’s got to be regrettable

    It’s bettable that I could come back on another plane

    parallel to this world no strain no pain

    OK OK I’m coming back to reality

    Stick in another quarter I can’t live with fatality

    Coming back strong can I really go wrong

    with my picks and my clicks and my roundhouse kicks

    give me the joystick

    cuz you know I’m living forever

    look out for my lever

    cuz it’s never been better

    Check it

    There’s a KO up on the screen

    I turn around the world is looking pretty green

    There are things out there that I’ve never even seen

    Yo, take me to the places that I’ve never been

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    I tend to pretend that my pretense is a grievance when I leave.

    Hence, I turn around and look in disbelievement that the

    only thing that keeps me from displacing my saneness is the

    same miss, my band a forty, then I’m glad I came this time

    to the party as if it was the ’92.

    UnG was spinning on the vinyl but the bout was never final.

    Like Lionel Richie, yo I step and said hello.

    You look so fine, so pretty, so cool, so crazy, so far……

    So swell.

    So I will spill all of my guts until you will for the better

    that we’re going to be together for the duration of the efforts that we’re

    bringing.

    And so I’m thinking, why’s a man rapping when a man should be singing like

    this.

    “Girl, come on and sit on my lap” Awww yeaaaahh.

    In this church of people’s inspiration, moderation for duration’s tough.

    Especially if you’re avoiding all that crazy corny stuff.

    But I’m arranging for the breaks to be dealt with by the two, because I know that

    know one else will no me like you do.

    Let’s get it straight as I relate upon this subject at its end.

    Because we wear a coat that can tear but also mend.

    And if it mends and keeps the 2 away from harm, the cold will stay away and then this coat will keep us warm.

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

    Time and time again you know I say it…Erwin Lockdown

Coming of a New

  • It’s been said, stated as an underlined fact

    that tracked across the tape is a convoluted map

    The snap of my retort as I recall upon the play

    will stay momentarily until the next day

    when I can change the trends of my day to day attitudes

    Find direction using my latitude

    Too many fools are living life equatorial

    at zero degrees like their lives were memorials

    Take it up a notch, got to use the blood of youth to sooth

    the broken dreams that’ll seem to be uncouth

    when you use a different method that seems criminal minded

    while looking for that gold pot. Man you’ll never find it

    You’re blind. It’s always gonna feel mad faulty

    Advantage being taken at a higher type quality

    Uncertainty’s laden for the coming of the new

    When the future rolls ’round, tell me what you gonna do?


    It’s the master of the blaster

    The bringer of disaster

    como se dice, me say, Esai Morales

    Bob that La Bamba bad ass

    so pass that knowledge to Alice

    But Alice don’t know a character from fiction or fact

    Cause she reacts in a wonderland, She’ll never understand

    She has that right to step to that microphone stand


    Places and Spaces I’ve been

    Never know it’s out till it’s in

    Places and Spaces I’ve gone

    Never know it’s off till it’s on

    Places and Spaces I’ll go

    Never can tell without a show

    Places and Spaces I’m at

    I’m at, I’m at, I’m at


    Off the runway I’m making my own way

    Resigning from the model gig

    Don’t need no preconception

    cause the preconception is just a

    misconception of the actual being

    Meaning blind of obedient fools consuming

    with out a thought just caught

    In the margins assuming

    subservient position now it’s the mission

    of the indios with the conquistador smarts

    to return to the sleeping masses

    Show them mothers how to sing

    and swing with their asses

    I say once again original individual

    Projecting the mind through the beat and the rhyme

    Like enemy mine, Jasmar is universal

    Once you feel it right, You need no rehearsal

    Performing reversals on brain wash victims to open ear drums.


    Flat on my face I had to pick myself up

    because I realized my life was just going off the cuff

    Here we are living in the 9-lucky 7

    and P.I.C is supposed to be going straight to heaven

    We may have been out, but we’re not quite down

    So turn that sad frown around and around

    because we’re coming back in a brand new age

    Adding more words to the end of the page


    Places and Spaces I’ve been

    Never know it’s out till it’s in

    Places and Spaces I’ve gone

    Never know it’s off till it’s on

    Places and Spaces I’ll go

    Never can tell without a show

    Places and Spaces I’m at

    I’m at, I’m at, I’m at


    Back again extending on the chapter

    Read between the lines and I’ll think you’ll hear the laughter

    Because when I got smoked I went over the edge

    My mind kind of broke when I was hit with that sledge

    I floated around in the vacancy of space

    when I landed I was in a brand new place

    This dope spot had just as much sewage

    had to learn to walk again living in the new age

    Take two steps and run through the scat

    it’s hard to move forward, but you can’t move back

    Oh my gosh, what the hell’s that knick-knack

    Yo! Pull in the reigns pick up the slack

    Come on son you’re dancing on the cusp

    Close the emergency exit on the school bus

    Choose your weapon cuz the new age is coming

    You don’t have to fight but these rhymes you’ll be humming


    Folks get raw with the image they process while they change

    what’s real unaware they lost this to other forces unexplained

    Of course this shit is pained with losses understand the causes

    Unavailable to the chance they’re taking

    Just stay in one place while their thought’s mistaking

    a chance to move ahead for the rope that’ll bind

    You’ll find you get caught. Play it back in your mind


    Places and Spaces I’ve been

    Never know it’s out till it’s in

    Places and Spaces I’ve gone

    Never know it’s off till it’s on

    Places and Spaces I’ll go

    Never can tell without a show

    Places and Spaces I’m at

    I’m at, I’m at, I’m at

Henry Street

  • What’s up with the sausage as I step into the room

    But my fears are all gone when I’m supplying the boom

    with an eclectic vinyl collection

    need a gyration inspiration for the next selection

    giving the crowd that lesson

    in the taste of U-N-G music use don’t abuse it

    Biters will find fatality in their unoriginality

    Don’t give a shit about the pop shit polluting frequencies

    Will drop the cheese as long as shit sounds go to me

    Conquest to be will enter through

    the subversive inversive inquisition

    absent after doesn’t matter

    cause the latter will

    subsidize fantasize giorgio position

    Later

    Care more about the mixing than the fixing of dates

    to relate aspire to inspire Tanya optional fest

    So I’m on a quest with 243 Henry

    2 for the uno you know

    The laser please


    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular

    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular


    Be it the rite of spring Or the last summer blast

    If you’re hanging at our party I’ll be looking at that ass

    On the dance floor since you came thru the door

    With a drink in your hand Now you’re friends with band

    And I’m light as a feather Got my mind off the weather

    Cuz it’s hot as hell and there’s only one fan

    but the cops won’t ban, cuz they’re all on the lam

    and we got the god bless down on the L.E.S.

    But I’m too care to drunk And this boat won’t be sunk

    For I think when I drink There must be vodka in the sink

    I Need another sip with three sheets to the width

    Un-G’s got the beats going up and down the streets

    Who’s playing in the mud I need another bud

    Or a forty from the fridge We’re about to take it to the bridge

    Whatcha drinkin’ there wine? Corona with the lime

    Are you having a good time? Yeah! I­m feeling fine.


    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular

    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular


    What’s up with all these faces I can’t remember?

    Pretend to know them so I show them

    that I’m a member of this Country Club.

    Anoint them with my beverage of choice.

    Raising up my voice to let you know that I have lost my poise.

    “Boise, Idaho? Well what do you know? I’ve been there……”

    Or was that Ohio?

    Yes it was ’cause I got kin there.

    Precisely the Minister of Rage.

    It’s hard to gauge the drunken sage that will wage war

    upon the page of written rhymes not remembered ’cause intoxicants.

    And so I freestyle about myself and my flatulence.

    Forget dancing with the ladies ’cause like Hades I’m hellatious.

    I dumb dance in all kinds of places.

    Shy cassanova’s back with the drunken mode.

    While in my abode sausage is the code.

    Henry is the road where the party will reside.

    Bring your own beats, and the rhymes I’ll provide.

    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular

    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular

    Let me go and take those years back

    I let my ears fall flat every time I hear the beat attract

    Never lacked for grooves, smooth moves cool dudes never rude

    when macking on an interlude.

    Clued in early on that the parties were on.

    My must do list, I must do this before I’m gone.

    Put it down on hot wax. How I feel about the jams stay jam packed

    The p.i.c ran and that’s fact. Downtown clowns get down on the tip that’s brown.

    At the top at the drop of a dime What goes around

    is the beat we used to rhyme to. Everything on Henry Street’s fun times 2.

    Too many times to think back. For all those we’ll be back, we love that.

    Manifest essence of hip hop within four walls and for all

    x marks the L.E.S and the nest with the rest of these furious fests.

    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular

    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular

    People see me grab for my drink.

    I think that under my sink is

    why I wonder why stink is always underlying.

    I’ll think I’ll make it louder prouder father I am

    brown brother man control of the wax no blundering

    Unlock the key ring

    want to try to make it sing

    Can’t get the dong-ding

    and we have no posturing

    Horny Jeff is on the dance he gots himself a lasso.

    Rice just wants to drink some more but yo he gots no cash flow.

    I know the remedy readily but if I have to U-N-G will treat the laser easily

    So what’s the fuss

    Get off the bus

    Cuz we got the crafter-hove

    Hit the high gear and you know we got a fact-of-love

    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular

    Ease back I can’t believe that

    I am not the one who is going to get down

    Feed back and you’ll see that

    All of our moves are spectacular

Switch

  • The word’s not bond unless you know the prophecy.

    With velocity you go the hell off of my posturepedic mattress that was made

    by Sealy. And when we’re on the floor, girl, I won’t get feely or touchy

    because it isn’t much, see, to push the button that will send the blood

    flowing.

    So I’m knowing if I step to the left something big is gonna show.

    I cannot jump around or else my bomb is gonna blow.

    I can’t mambo, so to hell with the slow jam

    because the way she’s dancing, I don’t think no man will tuck in his shirt

    or else he’s gonna hurt when he tries to turn around and flirt.

    And if you’re wondering why I got a funny dance,

    it must be all those keys in my pants. Or is it my wallet?

    I can never tell because I fell into my recall.

    Is it all the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard before?

    And there’s more of me.

    In ways you know I’m hard core because my core is hard.

    The card I pulled has never been an ace.

    At least I face the lady while hiding my disgrace.

    Of course the force of nature seems to drive,

    but I’ve seen the last of this lady in the five times.


    Time same shit gets old, when your little pal don’t do what it’s told

    Shift gotta play it with finesse or else your guilty pleading no contest

    Shaft rising like an elevator crazy is the state of mind so evade her

    I need a remedy for this situation


    Gotta shift the shaft

    shift the shaft

    shift the shaft

    shift the shaft


    Driving. Grinding over this here beat

    Got my windows rolled up and I’m sitting in my seat.

    If I wasn’t working the pedals I’d be tapping my feet.

    I’ve got crowded streets, but I’m in control

    I can’t stop now you know I’m on a roll

    A tap of the brake a lift of the nose

    anything can happen you got to be on your toes.

    But now I got my groove on so I’m moving right along

    Always prepared like a good boy scout

    For any horny toad who takes to the road

    without his blinders you know he’s going to find hers

    with an image in his mind of a firm behind

    that will jump the subconscious and make him obnoxious

    and use words like ahnkious and Lola Folonxious

    But now I’ve got the blood and you know I’ve got the wood

    thus you know I should and you know I could but BAM

    there’s no better distraction than the action of a beautiful woman

    Yo who him crashing in the wall layed out and sprawled

    all over the avenue what can you do? Because you know you’re going to crash

    when you’re looking at that ass. You know you’re going to crash when you’re looking at that ass!


    Time same shit gets old, when your little pal don’t do what it’s told

    Shift gotta play it with finesse or else your pleading no contest

    Shaft rising like an elevator crazy is the state of mind so evade her

    I need a remedy for this funky situation


    Gotta shift the shaft

    shift the shaft

    shift the shaft

    shift the shaft


    I grab to the undulation

    cause you know this Asian

    bears the Asian red face as

    I draw my ace to step back

    a way back to the mesmerizing textures of the black

    It’s a 321 contact my connection becomes broken

    Remain unspoken to the dress I rest in my reaction

    to make no token

    Smoking like a markie

    it’s my biz so we create them new relations

    in the zones that are hidden

    Forbidden to be in my selection

    No time for correction

    No room for expression

    So I voluntarily steer

    Readily clear with the ideal so fresh and dear

    I hear the voice of ridicule

    Don’t play no cool

    Have the art degree but I’m still like a fool

    A new performance to hinder romance that’s created in the dance

    But the shit still enhanced to be braved and save for flipsided rhymes

    Like chunky monkey sucking limes everytime

    The minds been gifted, my hearts bin lifted but uhhh

    That shafts been shifted.



    Time same shit gets old, when your little pal don’t do what it’s told

    Shift gotta play it with finesse or else your pleading no contest

    Shaft rising like an elevator crazy is the state of mind so evade her

    I need a remedy for this funky situation


    Gotta shift the shaft

    shift the shaft

    shift the shaft

    shift the shaft

Esperanza

  • What a crazy place for Esperanza to be born

    as I look upon the pages of this book forlorn.

    Like a fable written up by a light incandescent,

    adolescent with desires that remain incessant.

    A blessing as it was, this music seemed to hold place

    for the smooth brown face of a Sulu out of place.

    And trace upon the lines between the black and white.

    People tend to ask me questions, but, my man, I see why

    a kid is taken up in to the arms that can warm.

    I also can see how that kid can conform to the rigid type of rules

    that are set by the street and, in a sense, we’re incomplete

    by a few indiscreet type critics.

    Politics will ruin your agenda.

    Render wack-ass rhyme and in the process,

    you can end a man’s career and sustenance,

    Stand for real and toughen since a man’s ego and his style’s fragile.

    Tell me little lady – was it really worth your while

    that the music crept up and took away your smile?

    So I’ll look for the end before I start and give it up to the girl with the

    hope in her heart.

    E-S-P-E-R-A-N-Z-A

    I see I should mention a name

    searching for reaction with a fraction of fame

    Vampira sucking souls leaving bodies cold

    Cause they’ve never been told

    So I say behold

    The wisdom of the deconstruct

    Intense like a thrust from a fuck

    With a plan to deprogram even a man of a clan

    Losing that ignorance you pay with that innocence

    Projecting a false profile

    while mentals offset by them attractive flanks

    Frankly I can’t give a damn man

    rescind my subscription cause your posing through your diction

    Facing implosion

    erosion of my emotion

    till I feel nothing at all

    strangely enough I’ll wait for your

    call that’s all

    E-S-P-E-R-A-N-Z-A

    I tripped out of bed

    Put my alarm on sleep

    Last night’s high

    Had me going deep

    I was dreaming of the girlies

    That are so sweet

    Wouldn’t it be nice

    if I could just meet, beat meet beatmanifesto

    One two maybe even three

    Always got my eye open for that one fine fe

    That one girl who could just change my life and not stab me in the back with

    a dagger or a knife

    Can I forget the chicks

    I rather stick with bricks

    Cuz you know I got plenty

    Possibly more that twenty

    I’m just going off, jumping from the top loft

    Like the Sulu on the high road I keep it on the comeback road

    Hey! it’s just a blast from the past

    A brother like me has to have the last laugh

    Ha ha Ha a hee hee hee

    You can’t catch me for a bumble bee

    E-S-P-E-R-A-N-Z-A

Happy Song

  • Well I got myself a woman and I got myself a band on the other hand.

    Because I can’t stand when folks take my happiness away.

    I sway like I was the wind blowing and I’m not glowing anymore.

    Sore is my mood, and mood is my emotion.

    Emotion is my food, so what’s with my pollotion?

    Or shall I say pollution?

    Because me resolution for the new year is cheer,

    so let me endear to the simple little things that can get me hard.

    Like waking in the morning and spraying Right Guard in my underarm.

    Warm is the feeling when I can tell that I don’t smell.

    Don’t let shit prevail with the post intelligence control.

    What’s the goal when I’m speaking on poetics from the soul?

    The truth is that my happiness is rapping this in all of the splendor.

    For the feminine gender, I’ll render rhymes in complexity.

    The crowd is standing next to me because they’re enthralled by my lyrical

    ecstasy.

    Just call it love, man, it happens all the time

    when I get drawn to the beat and my rhyme.

    Mine is yours, and the mic is our connection.

    Make that shit sweet with the p.i.c confection.

    Sort of like a drug without the bodily harm, make it warm with the funk

    lifelong.

    And sing a happy song.

    Happy song got it going on

    Happy song got it going on

    Happy song got it going on

    Happy song got it going on

    Take me out

    Out on the town

    I want to be loved

    All night long.

    Walking on the east side

    I couldn’t hail the cabbie ride

    Had to use my feets

    to walk these streets

    So I’m heading towards avenue Z

    But I couldn’t cross the river E

    So I made my way to Tommy Square Park

    Sitting on the fence at the Dog Run Bark

    That’s where I said hey to Jungle Jim

    Saw this girl I’m like why you with him.

    She said leave me alone you big scrub.

    You got the back and I got the rub.

    Running away she got into her ride.

    Leaving me alone on the happy Slide.

    Check out my face and see my grin is wide

    I’m savoring the flavor from a private place

    Butterfly tattoos and white panty lace

    I’m spinning off the taste of the Caragay wine

    My secret elixir to the U-N-G mind

    Soul showing through the flowing

    So everybody’s knowing I’m the pinoy b-boy kind in time

    Kept the bounce going on from here to Luzon

    Counter acting negativity like a proton

    PIC lasting long like Anna Bell Chong

    Good for the body like Tai Chi Chuan

    Happy song got it going on

    Happy song got it going on

    Happy song got it going on

    Happy song got it going on

    Happy song got it going on

Nastebo (secret track)

Brown Tip (secret track)

Behind the Music & Live Moments

P.I.C featured as Wanda Sykes’ house band on Comedy Central’s Premium Blend, performing their signature track “HIPHOPUNKFUNKMAMBOSKA!”

P.I.C performs “PB&J” live at Arlene’s Grocery, NYC. From their debut album HIPHOPUNKFUNKMAMBOSKA. featuring Sulu, J-Bomb, HJ, Rice, Rick Fingers, and DJ MAS. Shot by Jaclyn Amor & Souad Kouninef. Produced by Steven E. Mallorca.

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Hiphopunkfunkmamboska Press & Reviews

“P.I.C are not the product of marketplace research and marketing strategies. But they still aim to please as many people as possible. That’s the purpose of a party band. So don’t expect any avantgarde fusion of different genres from “Hiphopunkfunkmamboska” but a tight-knit musical structure where the raps are just as much a part.” - Rapreviews.com

"Imagine the best of vintage Stevie Wonder jamming with De La Soul… so if you dig your funk with tons of soul and solid musicianship, check out PIC for yourself.”

- Under the Volcano

“What a cool album… Incorporates all the most innovative rhythm changes, most phat-blasting horn tracks, turntable spontaneity and you’ve got the most revolutionary funkin’ sound around.”

- www.samscd.com

“It’s impossible to dislike this band… More importantly, it’s hard to listen to their savvy hybrid of various styles and keep your booty in check. The turntable work is sparse but effective, and the horn section kicks ass.”

- www.splendidezine.com

“From the first downbeat it’s apparent that p.i.c. knows what it’s doing. If you wonder how it is that party tunes can also satisfy deeper needs, look no further than this disc.”

- aiding and abetting

About P.I.C

P.I.C members stand in a hall with thier instruments

P.I.C is a genre-bending New York hiphopunkfunkmamboka band blending jazzy funky groovy genres and raw energy to create their signature sound. Known across the NYC music scene for electrifying live shows and creative fusion, P.I.C bridges cultures and styles with every performance.

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