Who raps this song?

Question

the lyrics go

"dont push me cuz im close to the edge..im trying not to loose my head"

it was made like in the 90's or something and i dont know who rapped it!

first person who gives me the right answer get the points =)

Answer 1

Grandmaster Flash and The furious five.
they were recently inducted in the Rock n' Roll of Fame

thats a classic song and The title is "The Message" and it originally came out 1982

The Message
(E.Fletcher, S.Robinson, C.Chase, M.Glover - SugarHill Records '82)
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, I can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie's in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car

Chorus:
Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under

Standing on the front stoop, hangin' out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got Social Security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own

Chorus:
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under

My brother's doing fast on my mother's T.V.
Says she watches to much, is just not healthy
All my children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin' on my back
Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!

Chorus:

My son said daddy I don't wanna go to school
Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant before a brand new start
I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin' on a seesaw

Chorus:

A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frownin too,
Cause only god knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You'll admire all the number book takers
Dogpitchers, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you're unemployed, all null 'n' void
Walking around like you're pretty boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and you're a May tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young

Chorus: 1

Answer 2

Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. That song came out in the 80's.

Answer 3

You mean Grandmaster Flash?
Yeah actually that was in the 80's
Song was the The Message

Answer 4

Puff Daddy amd Ma$e made a remake of it in the 90's.
It was called "hold me down"

Answer 5

Yeah its a remake by puff daddy, from like 1996 or something.

Answer 6

P. Diddy, formerly known as Puff Daddy.

Answer 7

Puff Daddy - Cant Nobody Hold Me Down


Huh...Yo turn me up in the headphones
(Puff) Like that? (Mase) Yeah
(Puff) Bad Boy... We ain't goin stop

Now it's on.. on the hot track melt like its hot wax
Put it out all the stores, bet you could shop that
Leave a ***** with a hot hat
Frontin like bad boy.. and got tracks
(***** stop that)
There's no guy slicker than this young fly *****
Nickel-nine ***** floss you die quicker
This bed time outta town pie flipper
Turned cristal into a crooked Ides sipper
Everybody want to be fast.. see the cash
F... around weak staff get a heat rash
Anything bad boy way we smash hundred feet a stash
Push a bulletproof east lasts
I'm through being a player and a baller
Just loan me one bad bit so I can sparlah
Mase wanna be the one respect cave 'em in effects
Rock versace silks over spilled brunette
Got green never seen, so you suck my jewels
Clutch my oove, anything I touch I bruise
Puff make his own Lord, ***** f... your rules (That's right)
Goodfellas, you know you can't touch this 'doo

1-Don't push us, 'cuz were close to the edge
We're tryin not to lose our head, uh, hah, hah, hah
I get the feelin' sometimes they make me wonder
Why you wanna take us under, why you wanna take us under..

Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down, Oh no
I got to keep on movin'

Broken glass.. everywhere
If it ain't about the money Puff I just don't care
I'm that goodfella fly guy sometimes wiseguys
Been time I hate'cha, W A ah ah
Mase could you please stop smokin, la, la
Puff why try, I'm a thug, I'm a die ha'
I be out in Jersey puffin hershey
Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby
No I'm never drugged honey when Im in the club G
God know the thug be wantin' to slug me
Could it be I move as smoove as bugsy
Or be at the bar with too much bubbly
Naw I think it must be the girls want to lust me
Or is it simply the girls just love me (Brothers wanna)
Rock my Rolls, rock my clothes, rock my ice
Pull out glocks, stop my light
I'm like damn how these ****** got the cut
Used to be my man how you gonna plot on my wife
Do you think you snake me.. cuz they hate me
Or you got a phd player haters degree
(repeat 1)

Quit that, you a big cat..
Where your chicks at, where your whips at..
Wherever you get stacks I'm a fix that
Everything mass big dreams, I did that
Don't knock me 'cuz your borin
I'm about to sail soarin, straight tourin
Simply a lot of men be wantin to hand me
Cuz their words just don't offend me
We spend cheese, In the West Indies
And come home to plenty of cream bent me
You name it, I can claim it young black and famous
Wit' money hangin' out your anus
And when you need a hit, who you gonna get
Bet against us, not a sho' bet
We made hits that'll rearrange your whole set
And I got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet
(rpt 1)

Can't nobody take my pride
Can't nobody hold me down, oh, no
I got to keep on movin

Answer 8

I think it's the sugar hill gang

Answer 9

sugar hill gang

Answer 10

grandmaster flash