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Hype Boys

rap

Sway

{"Mr Bigz"}

[Verse 1] Hype boys, hype boys, everyone's a killer Drug dealer with a nine mill-a That's not sensible, and I can sense the bull That's why these rappers couldn't see me coming If they were vaginas, with spectacles And I've got the testicles to testify the truth Half these rappers are only gangsters in the booth And they ain't never been to no Pen, they just hold one Me, I be no gangster, I'm just telling you the truth But I run up in the game like "Bang bang bang bang" That's why, that's why everybody keeps saying Have you heard Sway? He's "Nang nang nang nang" That guy that guy's heavy in the game And I've said: why buy this "Fe-Fi-Fo"? But them guys could never defeat my flow Sway, all the way from the U to the K Roll up with Bacardi in the tee-total Getting over the CDs I've sold in it I don’t want them to know that's the gold, innit? That's the goal, innit? Half the haters they ain't doing nothing with a mic but holdin' it, they slow with it So they could never bring the game into the new school I play too brutal Plus I’m out of control like a cross-eyed teacher’s pupil People down in England ain't all wild But some places in Britain ain't the place to raise your child Cos even the royal family ain't all smiles Cos everybody knows, Harry don't look like Charles See me, I've never been to court And I've never been on trial, boy Never been caught even though I've been around, boy What’s that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy Cos you're not a killer, you’re a sound boy [Hook x2] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang [Verse 2] The pound is stronger than the dollar, holla Sway, I ran up in this game like a robber without a rubber And now I been around and I'm pro Won a couple of awards, now a round of applause And now I'm making Ps and I'm pleasing my people Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego ‘Nuff of these rappers ain’t real, they’re just rapping hype Why you shouting all the time? Don't you have a mic? Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out Them boys talk too lee-oud, lee-oud But they puss like, meow, meow And they don't really want no war time This rap game is all mine It will never be your time, allow it, bruv, 'cos you're small time And I got more time, so settle down, boy Before I make you look like something like a clown, boy What's that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy Cos you're not a killa, you're a sound boy [Hook x2] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang [Verse 3] Are you a liar? If your reply is no, you're lying now Because we live in a lie And then we die and then we're lying down Look at my Adam's apple, it's not that my neck hurts No, no, it's just the truth is hard to swallow And you can see that I'm an expert So let, let me elaborate as I navigate, like a husky But trust me, the truth is, I wouldn't even trust me Many rely in religion, that doesn't make sense Cause that's considered a sin It is really no winning cause every one harbors a liar within them, it's just that we're different Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up A good liar's benevolent, with a memory like an elephant Intelligent, and knows exactly when to shhhhh Lies spread around like viruses, so how can I survive in this? Cause even the truth lies (where?)—in people's irises So how can I resist? I had to lie to write this verse Got my talent for twisting words Hence my title, I'm a "lie"ricist When you work the people don't want to leave alone Cause you gotta make money, you don't need the loan I'm a businessman underneath the foam But you lie to the people and lead them on You're not a bad boy, no, I got a bad boy flow Cos when in Rome you do what the Romans do Especially when all roads lead to Rome You need to stop pretending Your mixtapes are still in boxes Cause you don't have a fan in your bedroom What's that thing, in your hand? Put it down, boy Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy [Hook x2] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang

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Doin It Again

rap

The Roots

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[Hook: John Legend] I keep it doin' it again Oh, I'm doin' it again Yes, I'm doin' it again I said it would end [Verse 1: Black Thought] Uh, remix, rising up out of the flames like a phoenix Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius Knowing I'm sowing seeds, let's see whose thumb is the greenest If I said, I mean it, I did it because I need it Eat, sleep it or bleed it, write it down and then read it Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk, deleted I blast off, then lay 'em out like a Tempurpedic It's Black Thought, for certain I'ma win eventually This unsung, underrated, under-appreciated The one them underachievers had underestimated Finally graduated, I'm one of the most hated Something that's so sacred, nobody gon' take it Face it, I keep doin' it well Doin' it sans assistance, just do it yourself Doin' it below the radar, we doin' it stealth Doin' it again for Illadelph, yo, who else? We gon' do it again! [Hook: John Legend] I keep it doin' it again Oh, I'm doin' it again Yes, I'm doin' it again I said it would end [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yeah, ayo, I'm on my job, see my eyes focused where the prize be Even though they tried to rob me and sabotage the spot Just like 'Pac when they got him in the lobby Tried to tax and fine me like Ronald Isley I's a changed man, ain't no if, and's or probably's Niggas used to know me, they don't even recognize me Yep, the P-5-D is who the repertoire be Doin' it again just like Poitier and Cosby I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney The difference is I give it everything inside me Dear diary, the fans still swear by me Even though I'm late night now like, "Here's Johnny" Swimming with them Great Whites now, that's where to find me Funny how it break right down, but never mind me Forever grimey, I guess it's just Philly shining Rock roller, bipolar like Phyllis Hyman [Hook: John Legend] I keep it doin' it again Oh, I'm doin' it again Yes, I'm doin' it again I said it would end

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Web 20/20

rap

The Roots

{"Truck North","Peedi Crakk"}

[Verse 1: Truck North] Right here? Yo, Jam Boy magic, Mr. Fantastic Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard Half smooth criminal and half straight bastard No mask when your flag get captured First class, take you to the rap hereafter Gone in a flash and yet, he gets faster Sick when he hits the mic like Mixmaster This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor Slicker than a can of oil with no castor Chill in the front of the flight, outclass them Bring your favorite rapper to fight, I'll trash him Then I'll leave in a timely fashion Uh, emcees get the tiny rations Your girl hold me close as a tiny dancer You got a death wish? Well it's finally answered, prick [Verse 2: Black Thought] Yo, Jam Boy magic, Mr. Sarcastic Rap catalogue consists of all classics Blackness, cause your (bitch) to fall backwards Fuck a hood pass, my shit's for all-access Killing tracks like this, we call practice Any bullshit y'all twist, we call backwards Jam Boy sharp as a tack, we all cactus Waiting on a big payback with no taxes So if you follow the game, you might catch this Act like an activist; you know, active Nigga like me just has to spit acid Sucker like you just has to get blasted Ashes to ashes, Frazier to Cassius No *omoh* (homo), but y'all some pains in the asses Get turned to toast like raising your glasses When I'm on stage, girls swing from the rafters Often nasty like Monster Mashing Y'all know the voice is tight, hoarse and raspy Can't place the face, kind of hard to catch me Kings that pull strings like Dorothy Ashby Jawns keep telling me I'm great like Gatsby Caught like a felony, you can't slide past me I'm lowkey, kind of anti-flashy Then I'm OG up in a black tie classy Sun Tzu to Sun Ra, Gargamel, Mumm-Ra Son of a shooter letting slugs from a gun fly Should call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot It's Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high Banging yacht rock with my squad from 215 Straight calling niggas out like the umpire Any chump tryna front, word 'em up [Verse 3: Peedi Peedi] Jam Boy magic, Mr. Get-Busy You get busy too? Then get with me too, we'll get busy, dig me? Smooth Remy, tool skinny but hold plenty .22 long contact, new Bentley No miles yet, curve backs and cruise and he Bring it back when you through with it, roger that Grip tenny, French manies in Vic' panties Lips candy, dick hard as a fifth of Brandy Hop in it for 5 minutes then I'm finished Cause pussy is pleasure but I'm attending my business Retractable roof, magical coupe disappearing And reappearing, German engineering this McLaren Hot jacuzzis, watching movies, Glock and uzis Shots of Louis, busting cuties popping jeweries Ooh, Ultramag' MC in a M3 Whole body tatted straight up outta NP

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Intro

rap

J.R. Writer

{}

[Verse 1] Get it clear -- hater, I'm here Still Standing, welcome to the tape of the year Haze in the air, I done turned it up another notch Bulbs in my ear, I done turned it up a couple watts At the motherfucking spot -- not the "motherfucking spot" But your mother's fucking spot, with the butter in the pots I don't know why I come across humble when I'm not Might have lost a couple rocks, but I'm up a couple blocks Suckers need to stop, give me a break Since '07 I've been getting six figures a tape While you get what you take; I'm a bit overweight Picking pounds up like I'm trying to get into shape Hundred grips in the safe, that's something you know nothing 'bout So get in your place -- my bad, I mean your mother's house Huh, I laugh; put up the right cash And these corns want beef, I'mma crush 'em like hash The hottest you know; you gotta be slow I'm still standing, nothing like the Monica show The Dips split, and they wondering which side I'mma go But I don't pick sides, and the game's not to be told I don't switch sides, man -- the game's got to be sold I'm gonna let the Dip fly until they can't fly anymo' No, ain't no one iller; what up, Killa? Ain't speak about two years but what up, nigga? I'm still J.R., a.k.a. A.R B.k.a. "Who are you? You ain't on my radar" Get it? This my play-yard, and I don't want these pawns around Play hard, I play you out -- listen, this my stomping ground I want the crown even though that I'm a champion You still buying Champions; shit, I'm from Lionel Hampton 130th, burning piff with the burner grip I don't need a burner to murder this -- I just murder it I know you heard I'm sick, or if not, you heard I'm sick And yeah, the flow from outer space, but I'm earthing this How you sold grams? You ain't never served a brick It's like you got no hands -- you ain't got a bird to flip I'm from the murder strip, hood life shady Nah, I wasn't born a rapper -- the hood life made me But lately, I've been in the hood like crazy Put red marks on your head, you'll look like Baby, baby I am great, skipping on the race 730, but what I meant it's twenty minutes late Niggas reckless, give the kid a break Scott Tissue records, I'm shitting on your tapes But hey, I'm still lamping, Lex with the grill dancing Still scrambling cause yes, I'm a real champion Of course, come mess with a real cannon You thought I fell off, well welcome to Still Standing Writer!

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GOAT

rap

J.R. Writer

{Cassidy}

[Verse 1 - J.R. Writer] I'm the greatest of all time Nigga, ask around -- I've been great for a long time On grind, I be amazing, I'm off mines You ain't gotta pass the crown, I'm taking what's all mines Who don't shine? My wristwatch make the chicks hot A lil' head in the car -- that's a whip-wop Then tell her kick rocks, thinking she gon' get guap Ain't got enough for the train, I tell the bitch, hop This is real hip-hop, what the kid drop You couldn't slow the dog down at a pit stop I play like 'Melo, but I keep a big shot Shoot you while you pushing your work -- that's a sling shot I'm already king, I've chin-checked the ring You waiting on the right pitch, you don't never swing Mask, black gloves, all-black everything Black Mag, black snub, floormat, everything You'll respect me then, would you, shouldn't you I'm sick of you niggas talking on what you wouldn't do I mean, look at you -- I make it hard to look at you Come through and shake the whole block down -- I'm shook of who? I'm live-er than that, hotter than that I leave the whole strip red, no Prada to match I body a track, bottle the crack These niggas act like I woke up and forgot how to rap I'm back [Verse 2 - Cassidy] Hi haters; I keep getting high, haters I'm grown, no chaser, I'm high as a skyscraper Homes, you at home with your mom -- I own acres I own so much land, man, I'm my own neighbor You a beggar; you need a loan, a favor I get cash, you just mad, you got the vapors A lot of niggas wish they was Cas, but can't be me My diamonds probably make you go blind, you can't see me Cause my diamonds shining like the finger on E.T You on a bus, I'm in a truck with three TV's I dropped three CD's, but I'm just getting started My new album coming out -- it's 'bout to get retarded Shit! Pardon my French, motherfucker But I'm hustling, got it jumping like Vince, motherfucker Yeah, the boy in the zone About to show his ass like the artist formerly known as Prince, motherfucker And I'm about to convince motherfuckers That I got more bars than AT&T and them Sprint motherfuckers Go ahead with that nonsense, motherfucker Cause you said you make it rain but can't even make it rinse, motherfucker You never fought a homicide or attempts, motherfucker You jokes could get smoked like incense, motherfucker Gee I'm hung, but I ain't get lynched, motherfucker That's why I walk with a limp, motherfucker I'm a pimp, motherfucker

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Fireworks

rap

Drake

{"Alicia Keys"}

[Verse 1: Drake] Money just changed everything I wonder how life without it would go From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow Looking down from the top and it's crowded below My fifteen minutes started an hour ago Truth over fame, you know I respect the blatant shit When I hear 'em talking, I just don't know what to make of it Hate is so familiar to me, I'm slowly embracing it Doesn't come natural, bear with me, it could take a bit Yeah, and my dreams are who I'm racing with But you can see I'm pacing it so that I'm always chasing it Wayne put me right here, that's who I get the paper with I hope that my success never alters our relationship Yeah, this life is something I would die for October's Own but it's looking like July 4 I just wish they'd let you try it first This time I'm really going off, fireworks [Pre-Chorus: Drake] Oh, today it begins I've missed them before But won't miss them again I keep having the same dream And I think that I just realized what it means [Chorus: Alicia Keys] All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Every night it's fireworks Every night it's fireworks All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Taking off like fireworks Taking off like—Oh [Verse 2: Drake] I'm just such a gentleman, you should give it up for me Look at how I'm placing all my napkins and my cutlery I could tell it wasn't love, I just thought you'd fuck with me Who could've predicted Lucky Strike would have you stuck with me Damn, I kept my wits about me luckily What happened between us that night? It always seems to trouble me Now all of a sudden, these gossip rags want to cover me And you making it seem like it happened that way because of me But I was curious And I'll never forget it, baby, what an experience You could've been the one but it wasn't that serious There was smoke in the air before, that was me clearing it That felt good, all in all, I learned a lesson from it though You never see it coming, you just get to see it go Yeah, I should've looked up in the sky at first Now I can see it in her eyes, fireworks [Pre-Chorus: Drake] Oh, today it begins I've missed them before But won't miss them again I keep having the same dream And I think that I just realized what it means [Chorus: Alicia Keys] All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Every night it's fireworks Every night it's fireworks All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Taking off like fireworks Taking off like—Oh [Verse 3: Drake] Everythin' the same but it feels different My dad called me up knowing that I still listen And he's still got his foot out, guilt tripping It's been years though, I just learn to deal with it For real, me and my realtor, we built up a better report Got my mother in a place with some better decor She searched the entire city, I let her explore And now she's saying she more lonely than ever before How many of our parents marriages lasted? I was only 5, I bet I barely reacted I'm flying back home for the Heritage Classic Searching for that feeling, tell me where is the magic Let's stay together 'til we're ghosts I want to witness love, I never seen it close Yeah, but I guess I gotta find it first That's why I'm really going off, fireworks [Pre-Chorus: Drake] Oh, today it begins I've missed them before But won't miss them again I keep having the same dream And I think that I just realized what it means [Chorus: Alicia Keys] All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Every night it's fireworks Every night it's fireworks All I see is fireworks All I see is fireworks Taking off like fireworks Taking off like—Oh

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Show Me a Good Time

rap

Drake

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[Pre-Chorus] How did I end up right here with you? After all the things that I've been through? It's been one of those days you try and forget about Take a shot and let it out, let's get right Now that I'm here, baby [Chorus] Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good—show me a good Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah) [Verse 1] I live for the nights that I can't remember With the people that I won't forget Spending all the money I just worked my ass off for Doing things that I won't regret I've been waiting way too long, long, long, long Telling everybody that I know we about to be on, on, on, on I ain't trying to look like I lied to these niggas That I came up with, that's my team Never would I let a woman come between What we doing right now, this our dream Wu-Tang Clan, niggas want that cream I'm the Osiris to this shit right now Go-to guy for the hits right now Whatever you wanna drink girl, pick right now If you can't hold your liquor, better quit right now [Pre-Chorus] How did I end up right here with you? After all the things that I've been through? It's been one of those days you try and forget about Take a shot and let it out, let's get right Now that I'm here, baby [Chorus] Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good—show me a good Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah) [Verse 2] Yeah, uhh How about you and all your morals In that outfit that you borrowed? Make the most out of tonight And worry 'bout it all tomorrow Understand girl, we fam girl Can't get me right and not do Wayne Cash Money, Young Money, pop champagne Presidential suite, girl: Barack Hussein Tell me can we kick it like Ali Shaheed and Phife Dawg? People really hate when a backpack rapper Get rich and start living that life, dawg Feels like when you get into that paper, hip hop hates you They would do it just like I do if they could It's in our nature—young and rich and out of control Out in LA blowing clouds of the killa I came up in the underground, though So I'mma spend another $10,000 for Dilla Call me overrated or created or too jaded Because anyway you put it, bitch, I made it—Yup! [Pre-Chorus] How did I end up right here with you? After all the things that I've been through? It's been one of those days you try and forget about Take a shot and let it out, let's get right Now that I'm here, baby [Chorus] Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah) Show me a good—show me a good Show me a good time (aw yeah, aw yeah)

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Fancy

rap

Drake

{T.I.,"Swizz Beatz"}

[Produced by Swizz Beatz & Noah "40" Shebib] [Intro: Swizz Beatz] Go, go 'head (Go, go, go) Go, go, go 'head (Go, go, go) Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head Go, go, go, go, go, go 'head [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? You—you fancy huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? [Verse 1: Drake] Uh, you getting ready so I know we gon' be here awhile In the bathroom flat irons and nail files Spending hours in salons on your hairstyle In the mall steady racking up the air miles Hit the gym, step on the scales, stare at the number You say you droppin' 10 pounds preparin' for summer And you don't do it for the man, men never notice You just do it for yourself, you the fucking coldest Intelligent too, ooh you my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a lil' class like half days And the confidence to overlook my past ways Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in But they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in And look, I really think nobody does it better I love the way that you put it together, uh [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? You—you fancy huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did ('Sup, girl) Oh, you fancy, huh? [Verse 2: T.I.] Well, aren't you a breath of fresh air? From all these superficial gold digging bitches in here They get a baller, figure they ain't got to pick a career Guess they plan on sucking dicks until some millions appear Like “Voilà!” You do it right he just might buy you a car Now she play these suckers just like B.o.B play the guitar Now here you are with your girls having drinks at the bar I say I'm buying, you decline, that is kinda bizarre Independent with the demeanor of an R&B singer Naked ring finger, M3 Bimmer Champagne Range, triple-white Jag Closet full of brand new clothes and handbags Alexander McQueen, Prada, Gucci, Chanel D&G, BCBG, Versace, Louis and Bebe You ain't needy, greedy or easy as these other breezy's Who fuck for bottles of Riesling and bowls of baked ziti [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? You—you fancy huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? [Interlude: Drake & Swizz Beatz] Atlanta girls, let me see your hands (Yeah) Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (Come on) Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big Nails done, hair done, everything big And my NY girls, let me see your hands Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (Come on) Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big Nails done, hair done, everything big And my LA girls, let me see your hands Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (Come on) Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big Nails done, hair done, everything big And my TO girls, let me see your hands Wave 'em at them bitches hating on you with they friends (Yeah) Girl you got it, let 'em know that everything big Nails done, hair done—nails done, hair done Say go Cinderella, go Cinderella Orgasm blush, lipstick and concealer Devil in a tight dress, girl you a killer And ain't nobody realer, and ain't nobody realer, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go (Showtime) Go, go, go, go, go (As we proceed) [Verse 3: Drake] Uh, 5 and a half in boys, ass is off the hook Cinderella 'bout to lose the glass off her foot And when I find it is when I find you And we can do the things we never got the time to Better late than never but never late is better They tell me time is money, well, we'll spend it together I'm down for whatever, you just lead the way We go to dinner you don't even look at me to pay Mature women with more than me were the first to tempt me And Jason had this girl Tammy with a purple Bentley How she got it, I ain't never get to ask I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash Yeah, but shout out to the homeowners The girls that got diplomas and enough money to loan us A little something extra, should we ever need it If it sounds like you, then let me hear you repeat it [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? You—you fancy huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nails done, hair done, everything did Nails done, hair done, everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? (Fancy)

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Champions

rap

Metta Sandiford-Artest

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[Ron Artest] Moment of silence for the champions For those who make goin' hard a lifestyle Never waver Nothing, gotta get it right now I'm in the spotlight When they turn the lights down Only a champ swings the hardest in the 12th round I love the 4th quarter I love the 9th inning I love Game 7 Bring on the competition Cause in my heart, can't nobody do it better Can't slow me down Won't stop me never I'm so Cassius Clay I'm Tyson in his prime You don't leave with it I'm Barry Bonds with mine I beat the buzzer, baby My stroke is hole in one You see the checkered flag Finish line, here I come And I ain't gotta brag I let the trophies do it Around here, we the best Now come and hold me to it I specialize in everything that can't be done Ain't no more talk about it Moment of silence for the champions [Hook] They say we warriors They say we did it again (Hands high for the champions!) We are victorious We only in it to win (Stand up for the champions!) No surrender, no retreat We take the battlefield over every time (Yeah, clap your hands for the champions!) We came, we saw, we conquered everything in sight Moment of silence for the champions! Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo That's the sound you hear from the crowd when we come through (They screaming...) Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo We run the town here, can't you tell when we come through? They screaming... the champions! Cause we are... the champions! Yes, we be... the champions! Cause we are... the champions! They screaming... the champions! Can't nobody compare with us There ain't no competitors No wonder why we are We are the champions [Ron Artest] You read the newspapers, you saw the magazines You got the Internet, but you ain’t gotta Google me My name is up in lights, my face is well-known You see us Super Bowl dancing in the end zone You see us taking shots of vodka out the Stanley's Cup You see us running out and telling you what, we're fired up And in my heart, can't nobody do better Can't slow me down, won't stop me never I'm Dale Earnhardt, I'm so Michael Phelps So many gold medals, too many title belts I started all-state and came up from there Now I'm a world champ and reppin' everywhere Call me incredible, work ethic impeccable I did it for the decimals, and now I can't let it go I specialize in everything that can't be done Ain't no more talk about it Moment of silence for the champions [Hook] They say we warriors They say we did it again (Hands high for the champions!) We are victorious We only in it to win (Stand up for the champions!) No surrender, no retreat We take the battlefield over every time (Yeah, clap your hands for the champions!) We came, we saw, we conquered everything in sight Moment of silence for the champions! Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo That's the sound you hear from the crowd when we come through (They screaming...) Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo We run the town here, can't you tell when we come through? They screaming... the champions! Cause we are... the champions! Yes, we be... the champions! Cause we are... the champions! They screaming... the champions! Can't nobody compare with us There ain't no competitors No wonder why we are We are the champions

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45th

rap

Juelz Santana

{"Cam\\'ron","Jim Jones"}

[Cam'Ron] up Uh, Uh Yeah We back in the fucking building Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky Came in second half Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is What? Is what's really good? That's the question [Cam'Ron] Suicide sickness, child negligence Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence (But what?) But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow (Nope) We big dogs, all on the chow down Chow, and Mr. Giles lay back Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP Aight, now boy, not tonight I where a bomb to the court like it's a ice white I'm real ice right, still in the hood But the question for y'all is (DMX) What's Really Good? (Cam) Nothing, see me on 55th, black scooped it up A-k activated, act stupid, one did act stupid Mac had to move it, from the hood like (DMX) What's really good? (Cam) I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three Southpaw Portuguese (What's Really Good?) [Hook: Cam'Ron] + (DMX) To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello Diplomats are coming to your hood And we wanna know (What's really good?) All my niggas, block for block Rock for rock, top for top Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood And niggas wanna know (What's really good?) [Jim Jones] Okay I admit I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin 44 lead when I'm spitting Shots to the head of my victims Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin' They go through extreme measures to get 'em Them chains and them treasures the glistening You got three hideouts, a bed in the system My brethren I miss them So please tell me y'all (DMX) What's really good? (J.Jones) Top of the drop when it's missing MY block when it's clickin', these rocks when they glistening (DMX) What's really good? (J.Jones) 145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk Big gouty wrists on you chumps Mostly me and sometimes them But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them Squally, so through your set up please And let me know if you really good And let me know if you really hood [Hook] [Cam'Ron] I like this beat, drums and bells Remind me of bullets, bodies, guns and shells I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly Air the shit out like the end of State Property No run away robber, gunner stay half of me the end I see prophecy (DMX) What's Really Good? I'm in the buggy mon', with the Rugby on Air Force Ones, looking like Lucky Charms Lotta dudes, yelling out "Fuck me, uh?" I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on [Juelz Santana] It's Santana, I'm straight out the box homey Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth when I stepped out the box homey I still got the sun of the box on me Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty I told you I can count on my boy I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy Shit, and just when I thought it was getting worst I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse (Dmx) What's Really Good (Santana) ME MOTHERFUCKER!!! Don't play with this, I'm so great at this Santana, bandana, release the eight a spit (COME ON...) [Hook]

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Gully TV DVD Freestyle

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Loaded Lux

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I been rocking since the cradle Barfight, my jaw tight, my chin is stable My kenel cable won't be stripped by any label We gots to sticks together like chinks at the dinner table Dope slingers, the throat stranglers Shows, hoes hang out the rows like boat anchors Coat hangers, I'm in the arms, launching on no-namers I been battling scarecrows, this shit's been a no-brainer He hoping bail come through The jail feel like shampoo, that was the cell son blew The brick get frail, piff go stale It's like a nigga hustling always seem to tip with the scale I got scripts in the mail, paint the slum block vivid Where that young Pac kick it there's always some cop frisking Heavy metal banging and we don't let the punks rock And a nigga with the jumpshot clicking always the gunshot victim

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Crumblin Erb

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OutKast

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[Produced by Organized Noize] [Verse 1: André 3000] Yessuh, let me dig into your brain, folks falling like rain Poverty got me selling thangs, guess I'm gon' explain Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up But still André got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinking that you gots Ample time to do this, have you shot? I thought you knew this I'm crumbling, no time for fumbling Selling my sacks, watching my back Wetting 'em up like splish, leaving 'em in a splash Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot Got only so much time in this bastard Bitter be claiming pro but I be saying they procrastinating Settling for less, bet' be ready When they roll up in your nest and sink one in your chest and You's gone, up outta here for good Y'all be bobbin' back and forth to let me know you understood Yeah, wassup? [Hook: Sleepy Brown] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb [Verse 2: Big Boi] So check me out, see Once in a while when niggas be trying to test me, I gets frisky Grab a pint of golden whiskey Then they swing but, shit, they missed me, huh I'm getting nice with them thangs, because I do like that You heard me on the radio and, yes, my man, I'm true to dat I run my lyrics the way y'all wanna hear 'em And shoot my dice against the bricks the way I wanna flicks 'em Nigga, so ring around the roses, diamonds around my neck from flexing But I'm running niggas over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it Ten millimeters, count 'em, nigga, fuck a nine See, I added a millimeter for y'all niggas doing crimes And drive-bys, kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayonara suckers I flipped the script and turned the page Ain't scared of you motherfuckers Be popping shots, like them hoes be popping coochies And I still be spreading bullets Like them freaks be spreading cooties So look here niggas, I'm hunting Red October I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over [Hook] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb [Verse 3: Big Boi] Wooo! Big Boi Got a Tampa Nugget blunt box, it's empty That's where the erb be dropping It's simply marvelous, time is ticking But some of that time when I be laying vocals in the Dungeon Sugar Bear and Mone be smoking ounces like it ain't nothing It ain't shit to take another hit, so hit it Of the cannabis sativa weed reefer, yeah, smoke shit It's all day e'ery day 'til they label me deceased So fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world, peace [Verse 4: André 3000] We is gonna smoke out until we choke out Like some merry men, cowards I be buryin' Coming around my shop with that, see, nigga, you gets nothing Just like DJ do the cutting, I be having your posse ducking Nothing but King Shit, I am asking, sucka, can you hang? That player with the pepper throwing salt off in your game Sprinkle sprinkle, motherfucker, don't be crying on me That southern cess be in my chest until I'm chillin' in peace, yeah [Hook] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb [Verse 5: Big Boi] Ah, shit now Coming in like two fat hoes sitting off on Corn Flakes Dropping these things like French fries in hot grease Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast The J-O-I, just to let y'all niggas know Forever pimping, never slipping, that's how it is That how it's gon' be, that's how it was in the past That's how it's gon' be in the futures, nigga It's all day everyday, so what you wanna do with it? Bring that shit on, know what I'm saying? Yeah [Hook] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb

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Dear God 2.0

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The Roots

{"Monsters of Folk"}

[Hook: Jim James] Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it's so hard to believe in But God, I know you have your reasons [Verse 1: Black Thought] Uh-huh, they said he's busy, hold the line please Call me crazy, I thought maybe he could mind read Who does the blind lead? Show me a sign please If everything is made in China, are we Chinese? And why do haters separate us like we siamese? Technology turning the planet into zombies Everybody all in everybody's dirty laundry Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis Terrorists, crime sprees, assaults and robberies Cops yelling "Stop freeze," shoot him 'fore he try to leave Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breathe Endangered species and we running out of trees If I could hold the world in the palm of these hands I would probably do away with these anomalies Everybody checking for the new award nominees Wars and atrocities, look at all the poverty Ignoring the prophecies, more beef than broccoli Corporate monopoly, weak world economy Stock market toppling, mad marijuana OxyContin and Klonopin, everybody out of it [Bridge: Jim James] Well I've been thinking about And I've been breaking it down Without an answer I know I'm thinking out loud But if your love's still around Why do we suffer? Why do we suffer? [Verse 2: Black Thought] Uh-huh, yeah, it's still me, one of your biggest fans I get off work, right back to work again I probably need to go ahead and have my head exam Look how they got me on the Def Jam payment plan Well, I'm in the world of entertainment and Tryna keep a singing man sane for the paying fans If I don't make it through the night, slight change of plans Harp strings, angel wings and praying hands Lord, forgive me for my shortcomings For going on tour and ignoring the court summons All I'm tryna do is live life to the fullest They sent my daddy to you in a barrage of bullets Why is the world ugly when you made it in your image? And why is living life such a fight to the finish? For this high percentage, when the sky's the limit A second is a minute, every hour's infinite [Hook: Jim James] Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you Dear God, I see your face in all I do Sometimes, it's so hard to believe in

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How I Got Over

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The Roots

{"Dice Raw"}

[Intro: Black Thought] Ugh, uh-huh Ugh, uh-huh [Hook: Dice Raw & Black Thought] Out on the streets (Yeah) Where I grew up (Uh-huh, ugh) First thing they teach you Is not to give a fuck (Yeah, c'mon, man) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Ugh, oh) Someone has to care (Uh) How I got over [Verse 1: Black Thought] Where the people come apart Don't nobody care about you, only thing you got is God Out here in these streets, if you get down on your luck You can stand out with a hand out, but nobody give a fuck Out here in these streets, every man is for himself They ain't helping no one else, it's a hazard to your health Living life in these cold streets Hey—who's worrying 'bout you, babe? When you wilding out? Running around in these streets? [Hook: Dice Raw & Black Thought] Out on the streets, where I grew up How I got over First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck How I got o That type of thinking can't get you nowhere How I got over Someone has to care (Yo) [Verse 2: Black Thought] When you on the corner, there's too much drama Living with the police right behind you It's always more than a slight reminder We living in a war zone like Rwanda Before I go back to the Heavenly Father Pray for me, if it ain't too much bother Whatever don't break me'll make me stronger I feel like I can't take too much longer It's too much lying and too much frying I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up crying They all got a sales pitch; I ain't buying They trying to convince me that I ain't trying We uninspired, we unadmired And tired and sick of being sick and tired Of living in the hood where the shots are fired We dying to live; so, to live, we dying You just like I am [Hook: Dice Raw & Black Thought] Out on the streets (Ugh), where I grew up How I got over First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck How I got over That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Yo, somebody, somewhere Someone has to care Man, somebody's gotta care [Verse 3: Black Thought] And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation, we ain't tryna go nowhere Out here in these streets, we're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own Living life in these hard streets, where it's like they lost they mind Is there anyway to find? Are we running out of time out here? Listen... Hey—who's worrying 'bout you, babe? When you wilding out? Running around in these streets? [Hook: Dice Raw & Black Thought] Out on the streets (Ugh), where I grew up How I got over First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck How I got over That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Yo, somebody, somewhere, man Someone has to— Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to— Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to— Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to care

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Forgot About Dre

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Dr. Dre

{Eminem}

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same OG But I been low-key Hated on by most these niggas With no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin' up in the office and back at my house like trophies Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Ho, please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s The Snoop D-O-double-G's And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police!" Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all! If y'all don't like me, blow me! Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 2: Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup) Just study a tape of N.W.A One day I was walkin' by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at?) And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out (Right here!) So from here on out, it's the Chronic II Startin' today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady Hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Callin' men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?) [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop Comin' up to me with your hands out Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free When my last CD was out, you weren't bumpin' me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me Like it was some disease, but you won't get a crumb from me 'Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton! (Compton!) I told 'em all All 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none What, you think I sold 'em all 'Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off What, 'cause I been in the lab With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off? I ain't havin' that This is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque And fuck rap, you can have it back So where's all the Mad Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Outro: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

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The Fire

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The Roots

{"John Legend"}

[Intro: John Legend] Ohhhh The fire, the fire Ohhhh The fire, the fire [Hook: John Legend] There's something in your heart And it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don't say, "Good luck" You say, "Don't give up" It's the fire, inside you Let it burn [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yeah, and if I'm ever at the crossroads And start feeling mixed signals like Morse code My soul start to grow colder than the North Pole I try to focus on the hole of where the torch goes And in tradition of these legendary sports pros As far as I can see, I've made it to the threshold Lord knows I've waited for this a lifetime And I'm an icon when I let my light shine Shine bright as an example of a champion Taking the advantage, never copping out or cancelling Burn like a chariot, learn how to carry it Maverick, always above and beyond average Fuel to the flame that I train with and travel with Something in my eyes say I'm so close to having the prize I realized I'm supposed to reach for the skies Never let somebody try to tell you otherwise [Hook: John Legend] There's something in your heart And it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don't say, "Good luck" You say, "Don't give up" It's the fire, inside you Let it burn [Verse 2: Black Thought] One love, one game, one desire One flame, one bonfire, let it burn higher I never show signs of fatigue or turn tired Cause I'm the definition of tragedy turned triumph It's David and Goliath, I made it to the eye of the storm Feeling torn like they fed me to the lions Before my time start to wind down like the Mayans I show 'em how I got the grind down like a science It sounds like a riot on hush, it's so quiet The only thing I hear is my heart, I'm inspired By the challenge that I find myself standing eye to eye with Then move like a wise warrior and not a coward You can't escape the history that you was meant to make That's why the highest victory is what I'm meant to take You came to celebrate, I came to cerebrate I hate losing, I refuse to make the same mistake [Break: John Legend] Ohhhh The fire, the fire Ohhhh The fire, the fire [Hook: John Legend] There's something in your heart And it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don't say, "Good luck" You say, "Don't give up" It's the fire, inside you Let it burn [Outro: John Legend] Ohhhh The fire, inside you The fire, inside you The fire, inside you

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Just the Two of Us

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Eminem

{"Hailie Jade"}

[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Intro] Baby, your dada loves you And I'ma always be here for you no matter what happens You're all I got in this world I would never give you up for nothin' Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me I love you [Verse 1] Come on Hai-Hai, we goin' to the beach Grab a couple of toys and let Dada strap you in the car seat Oh, where's Mama? She's takin' a little nap in the trunk Oh, that smell? Dada musta runned over a skunk Now, I know what you're thinkin', it's kinda late to go swimmin' But you know your Mama, she's one of those type of women That do crazy things, and if she don't get her way she'll throw a fit Don't play with Dada's toy knife, honey, let go of it! (no!) And don't look so upset, why you actin' bashful? Don't you wanna help Dada build a sandcastle? (yeah!) And Mama said she wants to show you how far she can float And don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat It's just a little scratch – it don't hurt Her was eatin' dinner while you were sweepin' And spilled ketchup on her shirt Mama's messy, ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water And me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we? [Hook] Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I [Verse 2] See, honey, there's a place called Heaven and a place called Hell A place called prison and a place called jail And Dada's probably on his way to all of 'em except one ‘Cause Mama's got a new husband and a stepson And you don't want a brother, do ya? (Nah) Maybe when you're old enough To understand a little better, I'll explain it to ya But for now we'll just say Mama was real, real bad She was bein' mean to Dad and made him real, real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on timeout Sit back in your chair, honey, quit tryna climb out! I told you it's okay, Hai-Hai, want a ba-ba? Take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga? Her make poo-poo ca-ca? Dada change your didee Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water '97 Bonnie and Clyde: me and my daughter [Hook] Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I [Verse 3] Wake up, sweepyhead, we're here, before we pway We're gonna take Mama for a wittle walk along the pier Baby, don't cry, honey, don't get the wrong idea Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin' in her ear (Mama!) That's why you can't get her to wake, but don't worry Dada made a nice bed for Mommy at the bottom of the lake Here, you wanna help Dada tie a rope around this rock? (yea) We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock Ready now, here we go, on the count of free One, two, free — whee! (woosh!) There goes Mama, spwashin' in the water No more fightin' with Dad, no more restrainin' order No more stepdada, no more new brother Blow her kisses bye-bye, tell Mama you wuv her (Mommy!) Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk But first, just help Dad with two more things out the trunk [Hook] Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I Just the two of us, just the two of us And when we ride Just the two of us, just the two of us Just you and I [Outro] Just me and you, baby, is all we need in this world Just me and you Your dada will always be there for you Your dada's always gonna love you, remember that If you ever need me I will always be here for you If you ever need anything, just ask Dada will be right there Your dada loves you — I love you, baby

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Right On

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The Roots

{STS,"Joanna Newsom"}

[Intro] Hit it! [Hook: Joanna Newsom] We should shine a light on, a light on And the Book of Right On is right on, it was right on We should shine a light on, a light on And the Book of Right On is right on, it was right on [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, I try to get it how I live it A lot of people counting on me kinda like a digit It's a cold world, I'm not fronting like it isn't It's no time for coming up shorter than a midget Y'all know I'ma raise the bar though like Brigitte See there a star go, don't blink, you might miss it It's precious cargo, you gotta be strong to lift it The light comes in different types, be more specific Shit, I'm Black Thought, what could be more prolific? For this love, I go above and beyond the limit I told y'all I'm above and beyond a gimmick I get into your head and spread like a pandemic I never put myself in a race I can't finish I'm well grounded, founded on the same premise As any man with a hitlist that's about business Yo, can a brother get a witness? Dig it Right on [Hook: Joanna Newsom] We should shine a light on, a light on And the Book of Right On is right on, it was right on We should shine a light on, a light on And the Book of Right On is right on, it was right on [Verse 2: Sugar Tongue Slim] Okay, I'm above and beyond hot, my measurement in watts Time rate of flow and energy ain't never gon' stop Pressure's on, I won't pop, microphone I won't drop Gemstones niggas cop ain't shit if I ain't in the spot It's the Orion of the hop, the new star of the hip I shine a light for the future so my presence's a gift It's evident I'm heaven sent with Thomas Edison elements Reverence for what I represent should show my benevolence This is Philly, I'm repping for the art of the city Came from southwest Atlanta, gave my heart to the city Where slugs fly, thugs cry cause every part of it's gritty Niggas shooting up the club like they party with Diddy You get the diggy? I flip my incandescence to fluorescence And in essence I can burn more joules of energy per second I put them on to lessons while I'm smoking on the blessing The switch hitter like Pete Rose, right up the session Right on [Hook: Joanna Newsom] We should shine a light on, a light on And the Book of Right On is right on, it was right on We should shine a light on, a light on And the Book of Right On is right on, it was right on [Outro] Take it to the very top Another track, I'ma do the snare roll

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Hustla

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The Roots

{STS}

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Let me tell you what priceless is, some advice to give A sacrifice is what I made for the wife and kids They say life's a bitch, but it's one life to live I want my baby where that cake and the icing is Out of them crisis-es, off of them vices-es They see what we do and grow up in our likenesses Really I don't wanna see em having to fight for this Story of the family biz, I'ma rewrite the script Daughter of a hip-hopper, hustla like her grandpoppa Her destiny done been determined so you can't stop her From being independent, earning paper and proper More like a lawyer or a doctor, not a man-watcher That's where your man got ya, it's a big world out'chea I'm tryna make a black diamond or a pearl out'chea And hip the people to the way the world twirl out'chea And when I thank heaven for my little girl [Hook: STS] Please let her be a hustla, baby be a hustla Hope my baby girl grows up to be a hustla Better be a hustla, baby be a hustla If not, then you're only a customer Please let him be a hustla, baby be a hustla Hope my baby boy grows up to be a hustla Better be a hustla, baby be a hustla If not, then you're only a customer [Verse 2: STS] Sugar Slim, I'm slicker than a squid, nigga no kids No baby mama, Sugar free from the drama Sugar be where he wanna, no sweat like a sauna No judge, Your Honor can't tell me to raise mine Figured that in due time, if and when I do find True love, Buddha, maybe you can blue-line Ooh, I'm caught up in the moment for the meantime G, I'm all about the green like tree pines See I'm tryna get the scratch like a feline Hopin' that my seed don't know the struggle like me, I'm Hustlin' to make a buck, make a buck and fuck it up Fuck it up and suck it up then go and make another buck Get the money, get the money, that's what I know I'm hopin' that my seeds know a little more than I know I know, I know, but baby this what I know If we ever settle down, well baby, this what I hope [Hook: STS] Please let her be a hustla, baby be a hustla Hope my baby girl grows up to be a hustla Better be a hustla, baby be a hustla If not, then you're only a customer Please let him be a hustla, baby be a hustla Hope my baby boy grows up to be a hustla Better be a hustla, baby be a hustla If not, then you're only a customer

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Walk Alone

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The Roots

{"Dice Raw","Truck North","Greg Porn"}

[Verse 1: Truck North] Trapped, no shield, no sword The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God he want more Eyes closed, eyes open, great another day, here we go Like a nigga woke up late in The Truman Show Living life without a care, mean pokerface But I'm forced to play solitaire 'til I get up out of here Move like a wanted man with a bounty on his head Work alone, sleep alone, eat alone, daily bread Counting 'til my fingers red, how you gon' judge a man? Walking in the shoes of a man with a broken leg Flame on the trail headed for the powder keg Last place in the race I ain't never led Like I ain't never bled, time to get up out of bed Serving in the army of one, it's on again [Hook: Dice Raw] Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone I always been on my own Ever since the day I was born So I don't mind walking alone Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone I always been on my own Ever since the day I was born So I don't mind walking alone [Verse 2: Greg Porn] I'm in a chess match, I'm in a death trap I'm tryna find out where the eggs in the nest at I'm one blood when the sky turns jet black No love in the world can correct that I'm in a slow lane, I'm on my Cobain I'm in the new spot tryna run a old game I got a new chick, put out my old flame No peace, no sleep, no love for a young beast You can put me in a cage You can put me in the jungle where the lion get blazed There ain't no hell like the hell I raise I'd die in the bed I made 'fore I lay with a love I loathe I'm a snake in the garden of bones I'm a loner in a world of clones I'm the piece that don't belong, see I roam Where the Reaper roam 'till they put my name on a stone [Hook: Dice Raw] Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone I always been on my own Ever since the day I was born So I don't mind walking alone Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone I always been on my own Ever since the day I was born So I don't mind walking alone [Verse 3: Black Thought] The longest walk I'll probably ever be on The road to perdition, guess I'm finna get my plea on I pray these wings strong enough to carry me on I promise every second felt as if it took an eon Walking like the lost boys of Sierra Leone The trail of tears what they got me like a Cherokee on Between the ears something I require therapy on For working to the bone like my name Robert Guillaume I go above and beyond, the duty called, truly y'all Even though they kind of blew me off like a booty call Ask me if I'm just another mouli or a movie star Forced to face the music like a graduate of Juilliard Walk alone, talk alone, get my Charlie Parker on Make my mark alone, shed light upon the dark alone Get my sparkle on, it's a mission I'm embarking on A kamikaze in the danger zone far from home [Hook: Dice Raw] Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone I always been on my own Ever since the day I was born So I don't mind walking alone Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone I always been on my own Ever since the day I was born So I don't mind walking alone

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The Day

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The Roots

{Blu,Phonte,"Patty Crash"}

[Hook: Patty Crash] When I wake up, I look into the mirror I can see a clearer, vision, I should start living today Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day [Verse 1: Blu] Yeah, it's like everyday I wake up, I stare into space and don't say much Peer in the mirror, feeling dead from the face up Coffee pots, cigarettes, morning J's, Baileys Slowing down my day before it picks up the pace Beats playing since the night before, thinking about writing songs Feeling exhausted from times we toured constant And plus the toxins I sip got me tall Still tipsy, staring at the city from the spot we call Los Angeles Every day is like a blank canvas Carving my initials in the planet like I brand it Hand picked to live this life we take for granted Like a child with an upright bass, we can't stand it Smiling through the trouble we face, tryna manage My way without pumping my brakes and staying stagnant Cause I can sit on my ass or just imagine The madness I did on my path and paint the canvas [Hook: Patty Crash] When I wake up, I look into the mirror I can see a clearer, vision, I should start living today Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day [Verse 2: Black Thought] Before I rise and shine like a neon sign I need the girl of my dreams to give me Einstein And burn the marijuan' like Buju Banton It's my only bonafide break from these confines I need a change of scenery like a montage These kids bringing me the noise like the Bomb Squad And everybody coming at me from the blindside I'm tired, it's hard to open up my eyes wide I listen to some theme music on the iPod And walk around the crib doing little odd jobs Checking my breath, take a view from this high rise Feeling like I'm checking out a game from the sideline I got to try different things in these trying times 2010 is different than it was in '9-5 It's come alive time, I picked a fine time For getting open off life like a fine wine [Hook: Patty Crash] When I wake up, I look into the mirror I can see a clearer, vision, I should start living today Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day [Verse 3: Phonte] Uh, yeah, Sunday morning, plan my day out Whole new blueprint, brand new layout Deep down still don't know if it'll play out But for the first time, feel like I done found a way out Skin getting clearer and it feel like I lost weight Stop and say a prayer for the times I lost faith Troubles of the world had me in a cross-face Chicken-wing, sickening, living so off-base But now it's like I'm in the last lap of the car chase And I finally understand my right to choose My preacher man told me it could always be worse Even the three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose So you can stop and refresh the rules Breathe in, breathe out, let it heal all your exit wounds Something inside said that's the move And maybe today I'll restart fresh and new [Hook: Patty Crash] When I wake up, I look into the mirror I can see a clearer, vision, I should start living today Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day Is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day Is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day Is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day Is gonna be the day

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Black Rose

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Klashnekoff

{}

[Verse 1: Klashnekoff] This is dedicated to a black rose, I bucked her up on road Skin made of gold and a cocoa butter glow Got the combo on the go, gave the combos to the codes 07946 double 0.. She said, "Give me a call and let me know wah blow We can link and see a show or smoke weed by the river Watching daffodils blow, you dun know" As time grows, we expand and grow close My black rose, I propose we get married But you’re still in college and I’m shotting green on the corner to make a profit Staring at the cosmics trying to find the logic Spitting my life over melancholic beats But nothing beats, you and I in deep dialogue My black rose I want to cultivate you neatly Visualize you and me through my third eye DVD Babes it’s deep and can’t be described by speech So I speak through my actions And treat you like diamonds on consignment Protect you from the parasites and pirates I'm prepared to get violent for our love tight like strings on a violin Momentary silence as she told me she was pregnant "What pregnant? Babes, I weren’t expecting this" Embraced her with a kiss overwhelmed with happiness I know it wasn’t planned and your family’s probably pissed But it’s too late, the baby’s due June 28th Your brother’s vexed, your dad dashed you out your mother's place Said when he die, don't want to see your face at his grave But fuck him anyway, just pack your suitcase 'Cause from now on, it’s just me and you babe Babe don’t watch nothing, I got you [Hook: Stephanie Mills sample] "Something in the way you make me feel Feel (I wanna shout), feel Something in the way you make me feel (Oh) Feel (You make me feel), feel (I tell you, baby)" [Verse 2: Klashnekoff] My dear father when you died I cried blood So much on my mind that I needed to discuss But words won’t describe and time is not enough But trust to my sons I’ll manifest your love Embrace my young cubs with love and bear hugs And though the road is rough, I spit my life over dubs Till my life turn to dust And as I write these words I’m reminded of the love And the lessons you taught, still I had to learn the hard way Through the hard times, you find out who’s your compadres I stargaze as I blaze high grade Thinking bout better days before your life got take-away Couldn’t let you dead in vain, so I took your name Son of Niah, forever carry your legacy Until they bury me, yeah My dear father I love you like cooked food And I wish you weren’t gone, but I’m dealing with the truth And every time I hear Sizzla, I'm reminded of you (It’s a rocky road) And how we cope, only God knows Walking a thin line between love and hate like a tightrope And at times when it seems there’s no hope I still soldier forth holding your picture close (close to my heart, keep soldiering on) [Hook: Stephanie Mills sample] "Something in the way you make me feel Feel (I wanna shout), feel Something in the way you make me feel (Oh) Feel (You make me feel), feel (I tell you, baby)"

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Acknowledge

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Masta Ace

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[Hook] Pay homage, respect Yeah, one-two Acknowledge the rep I don't know what you cats was thinking Pay homage, respect Must've been crazy Acknowledge the rep To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name [Verse 1] I hear these cats, but I ain't listening A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missing But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of piss and I'm about to have your whole team wishing That you never got this shit started You about to be dearly departed You gotta be nearly retarded To let me hear my name mentioned, tryna gain attention Now I'm running through this game lynching And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low These XFL rappers tryna fuck with a real pro One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty To me, y'all just sound like a couple of high whities You had to be on mad coke and ecstasy To think for a second, you can stand next to me Look don't ever again mention my name in your freestyles Or I'll cut off your transmission faster than Lee Myles And I heard your album, this must be something you're new at Cause I'd rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet My cellphone stay ringing like a slap in the ear So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burning Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning And I should've let it known what your government names are To make sure you Take It Personal like Gang Starr, motherfuckers [Hook] I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart And that go for any other so called rap cats, in the game Pay homage, respect Acknowledge the rep Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw Pay homage, respect Nope, acknowledge the rep Just you wait Acknowledge the rep [Verse 2] Yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy Since my last mission this nigga's been ass-kissing I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen Tell me this, with no pot to piss in, how you dissing Your group homes are about to be reporting you missing And I don't know what was worse, the track or the verse I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first See I couldn't even find one nigga that heard of you I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you But I told 'em chill, I let 'em know you was my son And I promise I can pay support til' you twenty-one Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal Who knows, this might just get you a deal And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour Just remember like Nas nigga, I Gave You Power I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz Tell him I say fuck him for doing the tracks Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track If your shit wasn't so whack, I'd diss you to your track You that little fish that I catch and I throw back And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle Fuckin' with me, you better off tryin' to hit lotto And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow And you can't spit nigga, so you obviously must swallow Motherfucker

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Radio Daze

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The Roots

{"Dice Raw",Blu,"Greg Porn"}

[Hook: Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) (Never, I never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) (Never, I never leave you alone) [Veres 1: Blu] Yo, so what you searching for? From birth, born hurting and yearning for certain somethings Lurking and murk 'em, got 'em turning this Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion Or more or less over what the pastor passed us Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes Phases that trap us and cage us like classes Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess Taskless dilemma to match somebody's status And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up Passing bucks like a casual blunt Granted, hustling habits on the stump of a mansion While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks Bad shit going down on the daily While bad chicks pass in a Mercedes, damn They say he's the bastard for chasing them Maybe it's the patterns that make me that made me, crazy [Hook: Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) (Never, I never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) (Never, I never leave you alone) [Verse 2: P.O.R.N.] Life is fiction, competition and contradiction Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know Hope is so hollow, that's why winos follow the bottle And people pressure, make death a hidden treasure A guilty pleasure, lonely language inside a letter It's now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it Boys recruited, then included in something stupid It's things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars You 'bout it, 'bout it, don't allow it to pow without it Then those who doubt it, doomed to die the death of cowards The world is yours, and the world we can't afford So ignore the law, start a fire then start a war If you're sick and tired of your access denied Free will died long before blogs and iPod [Hook: Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) (Never, I never leave you alone) Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone) (Never, I never leave you alone) [Verse 3: Black Thought] Yo, it's too much strain for nominal gain I'm going through things; headaches, abdominal pain Tryna numb it with that Ketel like I'm from the Ukraine Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane What's up with my destructive urge that's unproductive Choices I'm stuck with, now starting to fuck with Contaminating family and close friends Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends Ain't like I'm on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens Or life is just a pool of Patron I'm soaked in The darker the covenant slash trainwreck for you to rubberneck You ain't felt the true pain yet so you be loving that Hit me up at black.gov like the government Banana Republican, alien intelligence Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit The stone the builder refused, he need to build with Got immunized for both flus, I'm still sick Via satellite, radio, the realness [Hook: Dice Raw] And the radio daze kept us in the dark And the satellite age brings us to the light Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight And the radio daze And the radio daze And the radio daze

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Turn the Page

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The Streets

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[Verse: Mike Skinner] That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause there's sense in what I say, I'm forty-fifth generation Roman But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen, it's fitting That I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half My crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard verses You rain down curses, but I'm waving your hearses driving by Streets riding high with the beats in the sky All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways But through the blaze, they see it fade The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces Then a figure emerges from the wastage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching his sword, raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white, it all becomes clear They felt lifted from their fears They shed tears in the light after six dark years Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, cracks and smoulders Five years older and wiser The fires are burning, on fire, never tire Slay warriors in the forests and on higher, we sing Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving The hazy fog over the Bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing A new baby's born every day, few men may be scorned today But look at things the other way 'Cause it may well be your final day And then the crowds roar, they slay, they all say I produced this using only my bare wit Give me a jungle or garage beat and admit defeat Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile Get all applications in to me before the deadline 'Cause it's a fine line between strifeful crimes and a life of crime But you will reach the day And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix In the afterlife, gladiators meet their maker Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water To the next life from the fortress Away from the knives and slaughter To their wives and daughters Once more before the Lord judges over all of us It's in this place you'll see me Brace yourself, 'cause this goes deep I'll show you the secrets, the sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me, my apprentice Be brave, clench fists

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Blinded by the Lights

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The Streets

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[Verse 1: Mike Skinner] That's the one, oi How did he not find the baggy With his hand in my shoe? Way too close for me Oh well, at least they allowed me through Should be a good night in here Rammo in the main room People keep pushing me though No reception on the phone [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes They said they'd be here, they said They said in the corner And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 2: Mike Skinner] These look well speckled A bit green and blue Threes is well cheap though So I'll take three if I need to Right, I'm on a plan I wish the bouncers'd go away Borrow water off this man Here goes nothing, okay [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes Oh, that's proper rank That tastes like hairspray And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 3: Mike Skinner] I hate coming to the entrance Just to get bars on my phone You have no new messages So why haven't they phoned? Menu: write message "So where are you and Simone?" Send message: Dan's number "Where have they gone?" [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes Why's the message pending? Where the fuck are ya? And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 4: Mike Skinner] Hmm, brandy or beer? Water's a good idea I wish that bar lady'd appear And come serve over here Where the fuck could they be? Still not over in the corner This night's a tragedy I keep thinking I saw her [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes No, that's not them That's not them either And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 5: Mike Skinner] I'm still not feeling anything This has got to be a dud It's been ages since I necked it I smoked six tabs to the nub Belly's not even tingling I just feel a bit pissed No-one looks like mingling I can't see her or him [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes I'm gonna do another I think Yeah, one more, these are shit And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 6: Mike Skinner] These toilets are a piss-take Queue's bigger than the door Gotta get rid of this pill taste What are they chatting so much for? Glad I'm not a girl in this place They'll be here 'til dawn Sure my belly's tingling a bit Something's happening, I'm sure [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] And I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes Maybe I shouldn't have done the second one I feel all fidgety and warm And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 7: Mike Skinner] Whoa, everything in the room's spinning I think I'm gonna fall down My heart's beating too quick I'm fucking tripping out I wonder whether they got in? Turned away, no doubt Who cares? This is a tune coming in That one noise is like [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] I'm thinking Lights are blinding my eyes My eyes are rolling back I'm rubbing my thighs with my hand And I'm thinking People pushing by Then walking off into the night [Verse 8: Mike Skinner] Yeah, yeah, they cheer Can they see my hand in the air? I need to wave 'em over here I swear Simone's kissing Dan My head's twisted severe Body is rushing everywhere They could have texted me when they were near But I'm fucked and I don't care [Chorus: Mike Skinner & Jackie Rawe] Lights are blinding my eyes What was I thinking about? Ah, who cares I'm mashed People pushing by Then walking off into the night Totally fucking Can't hardly fucking stand This is fucking amazing Ah-ha

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Live Fast Die Young

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Rick Ross

{"Kanye West"}

[Intro] And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight Oh he sounding good! [Hook: Kanye West & (Rick Ross)] They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast (live fast) And die young (die young), live fast (live fast) And die young (die young), live fast, and die young [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Livin' fast, now it's all linen rags Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude (Me) Young and radical, methods are mathematical Let my convertible marinate on the avenue Mami, that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida rapido Die young, but fuck it, we flew first class Turned you to a rich bitch by your first glass Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen Every time we hit the charts, niggas shoot up like a fiend Stuntin' like we printin' money with machines What you see me wavin', Vacheron Constantine Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white Twenty-four karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice Ice insured, fuck life insurance I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that (Bawse) Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat I'm the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go Good party over here, everybody over here You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here All the bottles over here, even spread it over there All the models over here, but they swallow everywhere She came to party like it's 1999 If she died on my dick, she would live through my rhymes [Hook: Kanye West & (Rick Ross)] They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast (live fast) And die young (die young), live fast (live fast) And die young (die young), live fast, and die young [Verse 2: Kanye West] For all my young ladies ladies that drivin' Miss Daisy Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat, baby Hop up out the (ERR!) she eat up the pavement I don't give a (ERR!) baby, he crazy I'm back by unpopular demand 'Least he still poppin' in Japan, shoppin' in Milan Hoppin' out the van, screams from the fans "Yeezy, always knew you'd be on top again!" And we 'bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior And I'mma never let the dream turn to Kruegers My outfit so disrespectful You can go 'head and sneeze cause my presence blessed you I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish Niggas done mistook me for my stylist And I know it's superficial and you say it's just clothes But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed So go ahead and just pose When she walked up out the dressing room, the store just froze And I know they tryna get they cool back And them ghetto bitches hollin' "How you do that?" Uhh, so they could never say we never lived it And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute [Hook: Kanye West] They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast And die young, live fast And die young, live fast, and die young [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Peter Piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitch poems My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm When that ass is enormous, abs abnormal And tans in the morning on sands in California Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things Look around, Maseratis for the whole team Look at Haiti, children dyin' round the clock, nigga I sent a hundred grand, but that's a decent watch, nigga I'm gettin' better, cause it woulda leased a drop, nigga I'mma get my money right, just watch, nigga She had a miscarriage, I couldn't cry, though Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe Uh, I got 'em catchin' amnesia Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer See the lynx and you just think, "Jesus!" I'm hot 'til the day they freeze us Young and radical, methods are mathematical I'm multiplyin' my money through different avenues Took many to war, shook never before For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur Ice insured, fuck life insurance Three bad bitches, don't come concurrent Still, you know the dope won't stop And if I die today bury me in a dope-ass watch [Hook: Kanye West] They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives Well we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit For the rest of our lives, so live fast, and die young Live fast, and die young, live fast, and die young

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What Goes Around

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Nas

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[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro: Nas] Yeah [Chorus: Nas] Ayo, it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Niggas up in my hood be gettin' shot, given poison [Verse 1: Nas] In hospitals, shots riddle the block Little children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' "Rest In Peace" You know, the usual, death comes in threes "Life is short" is what some nigga said Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black-killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, Cola, soda, Skull and Bone crosses [Chorus 2: Nas] It's all poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good, given choices [Verse 2: Nas] When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin', hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or bleachin' cream will make them better, when they gorgeous White girls tannin', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips, that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial, hateful Toward themselves, denyin' even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods, but I Overstand the mental poison that's even worser than drugs [Chorus 3: Nas] Yo, it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned, they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin' us medicine which is poison Doctors injectin' our infants with the poison Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV, poison White Jesus, poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is poison Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint them, plaow [Interlude: Nas] Never to worry All the wrong-doers got it comin' back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has its day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin' back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sows, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse But we'll get through it, y'all, be strong [Verse 3: Nas] The China-man built the railroad The Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return, the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday "Hell-day" 'Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggas share gifts e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin' and we hittin' the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad [Chorus 4: Nas] It's all poison All of my words to enemies, it is poison Rappers only talk about keys, it's all poison How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead with the poison And any thoughts of takin' me down is all poison Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint them, plaow [Bridge: Keon Bryce & Nas] What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga (Uh) Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga [Verse 4: Nas] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C This is the problem, 'cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in '93 Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties All the concerts, backstage where the stars be Rockin' they shirts in bitches' faces like clockwork "What's your name? Where you from?" Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb Takin' pride in ruinin' their lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head? He got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin' in karma Those on top could just break and won't be eatin' tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin' on niggas' dreams They leave, when that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin' dudes that's neglectin' they seeds Instead of takin' care of 'em, they spendin' money on trees I pray for you deadbeat daddies 'cause when them kids get grown It's too late for you, now you old and you gettin' shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know, the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush-killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings, be healthy, remember [Bridge: Keon Bryce] What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga What goes around comes around, my nigga And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga

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Black President

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Nas

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[Intro: Barack Obama] They said this day would never come They said our sights were set too high This country is too divided, too disillusioned To ever come together around a common purpose. They said [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can change the world, the world, the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 1: Nas] They forgot us on the block, got us in the box Solitary confinement: how violent are these cops? They need a early retirement How many rallies will I watch? I ain't got it in me to march I got a Semi to spark, the game's in a drought Public housing, projects, cooking up in the Pyrex My set, my clique, either getting money Or running from homicide trial, that's if they ain't died yet Trying to be rich, still I'm pledging allegiance A predicate felon, a ghetto leader Lending my poetical genius, to whoever may need it I bleed this from Queensbridge, now living with my feet up Never defeated, so a president's needed You know these colored folks and Negros hate to see One of their own succeeding America: surprise us and let a black man guide us, uhh [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 2: Nas] What's the black pres' thinking on election night? Is it: "How can I protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights?" Every other president was nothing less than white Except Thomas Jefferson had mixed Indian blood.. and Calvin Coolidge KKK is like: "What the fuck?!", loading their guns up Loading up mine too, ready to ride 'Cause I'm riding with my crew - he dies, we die too Yeah, but on the positive side I think Obama provides hope and challenges minds Of all races and colors to erase the hate And try to love one another, so many political snakes We in need of a break, I'm thinking I can trust this brother ...but will he keep it way real? Every innocent nigga in jail gets out on appeal When he wins, will he really care still? I feel [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Verse 3: Nas] Say a prayer for "Do we have to?" You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor In love with a slave master Sincerely yours, USA's most brave rapper Jesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper Ask around: Bentley coupe off the Richter Bitch called "Life": I pimped her, what Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter Deacon for defense, progress-producer Nothing on the stove, a survival-booster Gotta do what we gotta do We ain't got no governors coming through to help Anything we need done, gotta do for self New, improved JFK on the way It ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again We ain't falling for the same traps Standing on the balconies where they shot the King at McCain got apologies; ain't nobody hearing that People need honesty [Chorus: Johnny Polygon (2Pac sample)] ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world {CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") ("Although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready, to have a black president") Yes we can, change the world The world, the world, the WORLD... [Outro: Governor Bill Richardson] It is my distinct honor, and privilege to introduce The next President of the United States - Barack Obama {*crowd cheers LOUDLY*}

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Hola Hovito

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JAY-Z

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[Intro] J (Uh), A (Uh-uh), Y (Uh-uh-uh) This that hop I'm talkin' 'bout right here, Timbo I can't be stopped when it hop like this, family, uh (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro) [Verse 1] They say, "Hola, Hovito" That's what they sayin' when I roll up with my people My music bangin' like vatos locos, got rap in a chokehold And I won't surrender it with beats by Timbaland Cállate la boca, my baby All I want to do is stroke you all crazy My dick game is vicious, insane at bitches Mami keep comin' back 'cause mami came vicious Catch Hov in the drop, nasty thang, lane switchin' Once you turn your neck for a sec, your dame's missin' Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin' Got that rap patrol behind, yo, get to runnin' I'm unstoppable Hov, untoppable flows I'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my day Ol' Blue Eyes, my nigga, I did it my way Y'all not rollin' with Hov, then hit the highway [Chorus] Hola, Hovito (Yeah, yeah) Hola, Hovito Yeah that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people Hola, Hovito Hola, Hovito Yeah, yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah Naw, I don't fuck around, stay on my J-O Hov been about that dough since I was a day old Oh, push perico if I need to for the root of evil Was born in the belly, that's the way the streets breed you One life to live, notice you get no sequel So I truly got to live this like my last movie Six, ooh-wee, jewels drippin', big tooly I ball for real, y'all niggas is Sam Bowie And with the third pick, I made the earth sick MJ, him Jay, fadeaway perfect I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic, because my mind's quicker I'm a '88er, nine-six a reasonable doubt Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out Yeah, you shinin', but the only thing you're leavin' out You're a candle in the sun, that shit don't even out [Chorus] Hola, Hovito (Yeah, yeah) Hola, Hovito (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people Hola, Hovito Hola, Hovito Yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people [Verse 3] Hold up, naw, motherfuckers Y'all motherfuckers better run to the post office and get a job, motherfuckers Or starve, motherfuckers 'Cause Jay's been the only one eatin' thus far, subpar motherfuckers Naw, even though y'all hate, I love y'all motherfuckers Friend or foe, y'all all my motherfuckers If you haven't heard, I'm Michael, Magic, and Bird All rolled in one 'Cause none got more flows than Young Plus got more flows to come And if I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest one So move over, hoes, choose Hova My food for thought so hot, it give you dudes ulcers Rovers, roasters, hoes is Gettin' it in with me, livin' like they supposed to Watches, chain, front row at the game Sold-out arena, all screamin' my name, c'mon [Chorus] Hola, Hovito (Yeah, yeah) Hola, Hovito Yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people Hola, Hovito Hola, Hovito Yeah, yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my people

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The Whole World

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OutKast

{"Killer Mike"}

[Intro: Andre 3000] "Okay, here we go..." Yeah, I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog But I've got a new song, and I want y'all to sing along Sing along See this is the way that we walk on a sunny day When it's rainin' inside and you're all alone All alone, yeah! [Hook] 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) [Verse 1: Andre 3000] Take a little trip, hater, pack up your mind Look forward, not behind, then you'll see what you find I caught a sucker dyin' 'cause he thought he could rhyme Now if his momma is a quarter daughter must be a dime I gotta meet her, don't take no shorts, I don't use abbrevi- -ation, I don't even play the radio neither Only if I need to know the sports or the weather I'm a cool type of brother, but yep, your head I'll sever from the neck See ain't nothing changed, hit the stage Set a date, sucker, in battle we can engage I'll slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you Throw the Porsche at you, is what I'm forced to do With my back against the wall, crack his back, y'all Naw, it ain't went nowhere like havin' hair with stylin' gel in it Throw a curl in it Dread that nappy shit up, throw a shell in it Whatever floats your boat, or finds your lost remote And this for them niggas workin' at the airport who got laid off I take my shades off If you look straight in my eyes, you still might see a disguise Because the whole-whole world-world... [Hook] 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Player, I grind, my focus is crime Raw with the rhyme, I'm slick with the slime My words are diamonds dug out a mine Spit 'em, polish, look how they shine Glitter, glisten, gloss, floss I catch a beat running like Randy Moss Ride that bitch off like a brand new horse I'm rollin' my stones, gather no moss Mommy, I'm coming, I hope you get off Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah, then talk Back, back, forth, forth Get that sailor on course, course Make that track a corpse, corpse Rap, roll, utterly rocked With my mouth to the mic and my hand on my cock Cadillac OutKast, just won't stop [Hook] 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) [Verse 3: Big Boi] Turn on the TV and everything is lookin' dismal Went in the bathroom medicine cabinet, Pepto-Bismol Need it for my stomach 'cause my tummy kinda aches Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait, back to the enemy of the state Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate? Debate, now even the black box hold the fate Clueless like Shaggy and Scooby befo' commercial break Hate, extreme prejudice, let's dismiss this If you want to, you can dub it to your hit list I know you goin' to, we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list When it come to this music, we stay relentless Pursuing all that's pursuable Doing, God-willing, all things that are doable The only liable limitation is yourself, Dre Set it on the right and I'll set it on the left, 'cause [Hook] 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!)

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Amazing

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Kanye West

{Jeezy}

[Verse 1: Kanye West] It's amazing, I'm the reason Everybody fired up this evening I'm exhausted, barely breathing Holding on to what I believe in [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] No matter what, you'll never take that from me My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing [Chorus: Kanye West] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing [Verse 2: Kanye West] I'm a monster, I'm a killer I know I'm wrong, yeah I'm a problem That'll never ever be solved [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] And no matter what, you'll never take that from me My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing [Chorus: Kanye West] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing [Verse 3: Kanye West] I'm a monster, I'm a maven I know this world is changing Never gave in, never gave up I'm the only thing I'm afraid of [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] No matter what, you'll never take that from me My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing [Chorus: Kanye West] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing [Verse 4: Jeezy] I'm amazing (Amazing), yeah, I'm all that (All that) If I ain't on my grind, then what you call that? (What you call that?) Victorious, yeah, we warriors We make history, strive off victory (Yeah) Standing at my podium, I'm trying to watch my sodium Die high blood pressure, either let the Feds catch ya (Yeah) I'm amazing, born on a full moon I was bred to get it in, no spoon That's why I'm so goon, summertime, no June Big family, small house, no room They like, "Oh, God, why he go so hard? Look what he's been through, he deserves an applause" [Chorus: Kanye West] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing

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Whos the Mack?

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Ice Cube

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[Produced by Sir Jinx & The Bomb Squad] [Intro] One of these motherfuckers is different Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack [Verse 1] Who's the mack? Is it some brother in a big hat Thinking he can get any bitch with a good rap? Rolling in a fucked-up Lincoln Leaning to the side so it looks like he's sinking Into that leopard interior This nigga think every girl's inferior To his tongue, get a dumb bitch sprung As she's selling more butt and don't even get a cut of the money His name is Sonny and he know the play And hope to god that he don't find a runaway That's looking to become a star He'll have your ass in and out of every car With every Ron and Rick, sucking every John's dick Come short of the money, get your ass kicked You don't like it but you still call him hunk Last night the nigga put yo' ass in the trunk You wanna leave, but Sonny started talking fast And it make you wanna go and sell more ass He's getting rich, you his bitch and it's like that Now ask yourself, who's the mack? [Verse 2] Who's the mack? It is that fool that wanna pump the gas Give you a sad story and you give him cash? He start macking and macking and you sucking Quick to say I'm down on my luck, and You give a dollar or a quarter and he's on his way Then you see his sorry ass the next day Are you the one getting played like a sucka? Or do you say, "Get a job, motherfucka?" Every day, the story gets better He's wearing dirty pants and a funky-ass sweater He claims he wants to get something to eat But every day you find yourself getting beat He get your money and he run across the street Don't look both ways 'cause he's in a daze And almost get his ass hit for the crack Now ask yourself, who's the mack? [Verse 3] Who's the Mack? Is it that nigga in the club Asking "have you ever been in a hot tub?" I know the game, so I watch it unfold When I see a boy pinned to your earlobe He's talking shit and you crack a smile When he tell you that he can go buck wild For a girl like you and make it feel good You know it's drama, but it sound real good He started dragging and hopefully he can start tagging The pussy so he can keep bragging He say, "I'm 'a leave baby, can you go with me?" You wanna do it but you feeling like a H-O-E You grab his hand, you leave and it's over Cause the nigga ain't nothing but a rover Ya knew the game and you still ended up on your back Now ask yourself, who's the mack? [Verse 4] Macking is the game and everybody's playing And as long as you believe what they saying Consider them a M-A-C-K and with no delay They are gonna get all the play But when it comes to me, save the drama for your mama It's Ice Cube and you know that I'm a Mack in my own right when it comes to rhyme and rap Cause all I do is kick facts Unlike Iceberg Slim And all of them be claimin' be P-I-M-P No, I'm not going out that way I'm just a straight up N-I-double-G-A Next time, you get over on a fool And you did the shit like real smooth Thank Ice Cube for giving up the facts And ask yourself, "Who's the Mack?" [Outro] Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack

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Put On

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Jeezy

{"Kanye West"}

[Intro: Young Jeezy] I put on, I put on, I put on I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] When they see me off in traffic they say "Jeezy on some other shit" Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight back to the dealership Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right, I work for NASA This FNH is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard "Call that bitch your bodyguard?" Yeah, that's my bodyguard Wear a lot of jewelry, Young don't do security What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate? If you want it, come and get it, you know I stay super straight Ran up in my spots and now I'm working out the Super 8 Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah, I got that super cake Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait [Hook: Young Jeezy] I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Hat back, top back, ain't nothin' but a young thug HKs, AK's, I need to join a gun club Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super-sized Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin' me Blowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked Ridin' to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that Glock on me Don't get caught without one, coming from where I'm from Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flying down Campbellton So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene [Hook: Young Jeezy] I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! [Bridge: Kanye West] I put on, I put on, I put on I put on for my city, I put on for my I put on for my city, I put on for my city On [Verse 3: Kanye West] I feel like it's still niggas that owe me checks I feel like it's still bitches that owe me sex I feel like this but niggas don't know he's stressed I lost the only girl in the world that know me best I got the money and the fame, man, that don't mean shit I got the Jesus on a chain, man, that don't mean shit 'Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace Yo, I need just at least, ugh, one of Russell's nieces On, I let my nightmares go I put on everybody that I knew from the 'Go I know hoes that was fronting when they knew he was broke They say, "Damn, Yeezy, Yeezy, you don't know us no more You got that big fame, homie, and you just changed on me" You can ask big homie, man, the top so lonely I ain't lying So lonely, I ain't lying Let me see what we have tonight (What we have tonight) I'm high as a satellite (Satellite) I see those flashing lights (Flashing lights) 'Cause every night, every night, I put on [Hook: Young Jeezy] I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! I put on for my city, on-on for my city I put on for my city, on-on for my city Put on (Eastside) put on (Southside) Put on (Westside) put on, let's go! [Outro: Kanye West] Let me see what we have tonight I'm high as a satellite I see those flashing lights 'Cause every night, every night Let me see what we have tonight I'm high as a satellite I see those flashing lights

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Microphone Freestyle

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Eminem

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[Verse 1] Once again, it's the sinister cynical minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy Administerer of the pain, he just finished huffin' the paint And muffler fumes like it was nothin', because it ain't Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays His venom he sprays, reaches like beams of energy rays Menacing stares, he glares, making the hairs All on the back of ya neck stand like Dracula, yep Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan Yeah, Angela, so I command ya to start dancin' Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansson Enter my gas chamber, you gangsta? My ass He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater You're facin' a task greater, he's chasin' your ass He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table [Verse 2] I'm checking the exposure of photos of me exposing Myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing With or without clothing, next to the decomposing Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off, overdosing Windows opening, shutting; doors opening, closing I think there's a ghost, too much hydrocodone and codeine I was only 'sposed to swallow a half, I took the whole thing I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink hosing Myself, self-loathing, cause I'm on a brink, mostly I don't wanna think; this will make everything rosy Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies Totally frozen while I close in I'm yodelling "Rosie, won't you come out to play?" And no sense wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines In the papers, making shrines of my crimes and capers My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends Go to Europe and put Nurofens in my syrup and stirred 'em You never heard 'em like this, so don't encourage him The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, and lyrics worse than The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin' Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins Crazy turn of events that he emerged Took over the world and reeled in all the children Lured 'em into the building and killed 'em Buried 'em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels And still can spin, straw to gold like Rumplestilskin Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol 3 pills The Real Slim Shady's entered the buildin' There's nothing but crumbled leaves and tumbleweeds up in this bitch Mildred, he's ill with it, he still shouldn't be healed There's no one as sick as he, MC's will get fricassed on the grill, then

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3 a.m.

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Eminem

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[Intro] There is no escaping (Yo) There's no place to hide (Ayo) You scream, "Someone save me!" (Yo) But they don't pay no mind (Ayo) Goodnight, goodbye! [Verse 1] You're walkin' down a horror corridor It's almost four in the mornin' and you're in a Nightmare, it's horrible, right there's the coroner Waiting for ya to turn the corner so he can corner ya You're a goner, he's onto ya Out the corner of his cornea, he just saw ya run All you want is to rest 'cause you can't run anymore, you're done All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience While everybody is watching in the party, applauding it Here I sit, while I'm caught up in deep thought again Contemplating my next plot again Swallowin' a Klonopin while I'm noddin' in and out on the ottoman At the Ramada Inn, holding onto the pill bottle, then Lick my finger and swirl it 'round the bottom And make sure I got all of it Wake up naked at McDonald's with Blood all over me, dead bodies behind the counter, shit Guess I must've just blacked out again—not again! [Hook] It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em [Verse 2] Sitting nude in my living room, it's almost noon I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs Surfing every channel until I find Hannah Montana then I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin' Dismantlin' every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and Grab my flannel and my bandana, then Kiss the naked mannequin man again You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens Causin' illusions again, brain contusions again Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins Jesus, when does it end? Phases that I go through Dazed and I'm so confused Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to Me, what am I gon' do? Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one Very methodical when I slaughter them [Hook] It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em [Bridge] She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again She puts the lotion in the bucket It puts the lotion on the skin Or else it gets the hose again [Verse 3] I cut and I slash, slice and gash, last night was a blast I can't quite remember when I had that Much fun off a half-pint of the Jack, my last Vic and-a-half A flashlight up Kim Kardashian's ass I remember the first time I dismembered a family member December, I think it was, I was having drinks with my cousin I wrapped him in Christmas lights Pushed him into the stinkin' tub, cut him up into pieces And just when I went to drink his blood I thought, "I oughta drink his bathwater, that oughta be fun" That's when my days of serial murder manslaughter begun The sight of blood excites me, that might be an artery, son Your blood-curdling screams just don't seem to bother me none It's 3 a.m. and here I come, so you should probably run A secret passageway around here, man, there's got to be one Oh no, there's probably none He can scream all that he wants, top of his lungs But ain't no stopping me from chopping him up-up, 'cause… [Hook] It's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em I said, it's 3 a.m. in the mornin' Put my key in the door and Bodies layin' all over the floor and I don't remember how they got there But I guess I must've killed 'em, killed 'em [Outro] Yo, yo, ayo (Evil… rise) Yo, yo, ayo (Evil… rise) Yo, yo, ayo (Evil… rise) Yo, yo, ayo (Evil… rise) (Evil… rise) (Evil… rise)

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Throw It In The Bag

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Lil Wayne

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[Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me (Yeah!) Buying her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop (No Ceilings, baby!) All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor [Verse 1] Okay, swimming in Polo, sleeping in Jordans I bought her cell phone and I don’t even much call it New imports make her feel important No bullshit, nigga, no Ben Gordon Get her information, take her on vacation Give her dope dick; now, she under the sedation Wake her in the morning, breakfast where she slept at Tell her, "Go shopping"; I can't wait 'til she get back Louis flip-flops and a pair of pink sweatpants She wear that on my jet, I fuck her after jet lag I take her to the vet 'cause she a bad bitch You can't be broke and happy, so, me—I'm mad rich I'm talking Young Money shit, she love the way I think L’Oreal all over my bathroom sink Betsey Johnson all over my bedroom counter My pockets too deep, I fuck around and drown her, Weez'! [Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Yeah) All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor (I got you, baby) She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes (Hahaha) Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (No Ceilings) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— All we do is shop until we drop Right there— [Verse 2] Okay, fucking on Versace, napping on satin I love to hit it backwards: call it Pig Latin I bought her ass a Mac, now we be iChatting Niggas swag-jacking, but I got my patent'd Fr—Fresh out the salon, I took her to Milan I speak a little French, and hers is no better then mine I pass her the blunt; she probably hit it one time Catch us at the game, sitting on the baseline We can call a timeout, take a lil' time out Pockets too deep, shawty, you gon' have to climb out Faviana prom dress with your spine out And I live on the beach—you can get that panty line out She wants to own me, and I ain't tryna fight it She said it's her dick, she got it copyrighted And I don't pay for pussy, because her pussy priceless I go fishing in it, and I ain’t a Pisces Ugh, Gucci only to the grocery store Stop playing, bitch, we balling like Okafor Ha! And now, we headed to the dealer I'm gon' cop my baby something with no ceilings, ahh! [Chorus: The-Dream & Lil Wayne] She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (You dig?) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Hahaha) All we do is shop until we drop Right there in the floor (No Ceilings) She all on me 'cause all I do is Ride around in Bentley coupes Got no needs, she got me Buying her them Fendi shoes (Young Money) All we do is shop until we drop All—All—All—All—All— (Young Money) All we do is shop until we drop Right there on the floor (Gone!)

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I Can’t Go to Sleep

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Wu-Tang Clan

{"Isaac Hayes"}

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] The technique is ill, son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L, and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggas, children watch as they produce the same pattern Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early '80s For those that murdered me shall stand before God To fall at the hands of fate; then, out comes the rod [Break: Ghostface Killah] Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back [Verse 1 (Cont'd): Ghostface Killah] What the fuck is going on? I can't go to sleep Feds jumping out their Jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep Ayo, we deep in the stairs, we carry big guns Whippy got hit up with the big shit—"bong bong" Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leek spot Drove past y'all niggas again, you took a cheap shot Not knowing fucking with me, you get your meat chopped You thought we fell on our face? You need to be stopped Call on the chariots! Call on an ambulance! You better smile, my nigga, you on Candid Cam Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I even take which was yours I'm the nigga that made you, man When your rap wasn't doing well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand [Hook: Isaac Hayes] Don't kill your brother Learn to love each other Don't get mad 'Cause it ain't that bad Look at who you are You've come too far It's in your hands Just be a man Get the jelly out your spine Cobwebs out of your mind [Verse 2: RZA] I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father at his mom's building seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest in front of his little seeds Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers Oh, Jacqueline, you heard the rifle shots crackling Her husband's head in her hands, you tried to put it back in America's watching, blood-stained ink blotches Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college What's the science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck Looking around like, "These Devils!" I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew? Grab a .22 and run out there and put this fucking violence in you? I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em, son, I— [Outro: Isaac Hayes] Don't let the game make you lose your head You should be calling the shots instead The power is in your hands Stop all this crying, and be a man

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Can It Be All So Simple / Intermission

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Wu-Tang Clan

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[Skit] [RZA]: Fuck yo, we gotta get this fucking loot baby We gotta get this loot Yo back, remember back in the days When shit, everything was all smooth and calm and shit was like [GFK]: Smoke that bone, nigga [RZA]: Yo man, yo I'm doing it God, I'm doing it man I'm saying, back in like in '70, fucking '79 [Mef]: Everybody was on your line man [RZA]: Nah, '87, that was my favorite shit God Polo shit, everything, everything was lovely Yo get the fuck out the rain nigga Oh shit, who the fuck is that? Fuck Ayo Ghost, ayo Rae, what's up with y'all niggas? Man, what the fuck you nigga, ah [Intro: Gladys Knight] Hey, you know, everybody's talking about the "good old days," right? Everybody! The good old days Well, let's talk about the good old days! [Raekwon] Know what I'm sayin'? Take you on this lyrical high real quick 1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'? Let's get technical; where's your bone at? Get up on that shit, a'ight? Yo! [Verse 1: Raekwon] Started off on the island, aka Shaolin Niggas wilin', gun shots thrown, the phone diallin' Back in the days, I'm 8 now Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta get a plate now Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one 'Til I got (Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!) felt one Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16 Shootin' that "that's that shit!" in his blood stream That's the life of a grimy, real-life crimey And niggas know that habit's behind me Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto In Medina, yo, no doubt, the god got crazy clout Pushin' the big joint from down South So if you're filthy stacked up, better watch your back and duck 'Cause these fiends, they got it cracked up Now my man from up North, now he got the loft It's solid as a rock and crazy salt No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop I pointed a gat at his mother's knot (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit!) Fuck that! [Hook: Raekwon + (Ghostface Killah)] Dedicated to the winners and the losers (Dedicated to all Jeeps and Land Cruisers) Can it be that it was all so simple then? Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (Dedicated to niggas who do drive-by's) Can it be that it was all so simple then? Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ac's (Dedicated to MPV's: phat!) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] Kickin' the fly clichés, doin' duets with Rae and A Happens to make my day Though I'm tired of bustin' off shots, havin' to rock knots Runnin' up in spots and makin' shit hot I'd rather flip shows instead of those Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold! I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade Plus the spotlight, gettin' my dick rode all night I want to have me a phat yacht And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops But for now it's just a big dream 'Cause I find myself in a place where I'm last seen My thoughts must be relaxed, be able to maintain 'Cause times is changed and life is strange The glorious days is gone and everybody's doin' bad Yo, mad lives is up for grabs Brothers passin' away, I gotta make wakes Receivin' all types of calls from Upstate Yo, I can't cope with the pressure, settlin' for lesser The God left lessons on my dresser So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way To continue to make more hits with Rae and A Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime (Peace to mankind, Ghostface carry a black 9, nigga) Word up, it's all like that… yeah [Outro: Intermission] [Method Man] It's like this, I'ma start from the top Inspectah Deck, he's like He's like that dude that'll sit back and watch you Play yourself and all that, right? And see you sit there and know you lyin' And he'll take you to court after that 'Cause he the Inspectah, that's why he the and And also he the Rebel I.N.S You know what I'm sayin'? And Shallah Raekwon, he the Chef He cookin' up some marvelous shit to get your mouth waterin' On some "oh shit" Then, then it's, then it's the Method Man It's like mad different methods to the way I do my shit [Raekwon] You gotta smoke a bean in here, anyhow [Method Man] And I'm tellin' you, mine Basically Method Man is like Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it And then Baby U, he a psychopathic He a psychopathic thinker And and, then we got, then we got the Ol' Dirty Bastard 'Cause there ain't no father to his style That's why he the Ol' Dirty Bastard Ghostface Killah, you know what I'm sayin'? He on some "now you see me, now you don't" Know what I'm sayin'? And and, the RZA He the sharpest motherfucka in the whole Clan He always on point, razor sharp With the beats, with the rhymes, whatever, any DJ [Raekwon] And the GZA, the G is just the Genius He, he's the backbone of the whole shit [RZA] It's self-explanatory, Genius, word [Method Man] He the head, let's put it that way We form like Voltron, and GZA happen to be the head You know what I'm sayin'? [Interviewer] Yeah, yeah, that's cool So what's like, I mean what's like Your ultimate goal against in this in this industry? [Method Man] Domination, baby, fuck that [Raekwon] Can I say this one? Can I say this one? Right now, right now, we still, we still Feel like we ain't get what we want yet When we get, when we get, when we get a little props And really really get the way we gotta go That's when you know it's on You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause right about now, I ain't braggin' or nothin' But yo, the Wu, the Wu got somethin' That I know that everybody wanna hear 'Cause I know I've been waitin' to hear You know what I'm sayin'? But straight up and down, 'til we get the goal We gon' keep goin' [Method Man] Yeah, 'cause we tryin' to do all this We tryin' to make a business outta this, man We ain't tryin' to-- know what I'm sayin'? Affiliate ourselves with them fake-ass A&Rs and all that We tryin' to make our own shit So that when our children, word So that when our children, all our seeds and whatever They got somethin' for theyselves right there [Ghostface Killah] We ain't tryin' to hop in and hop out right quick Know what I'm sayin'? We out for the Gusto, and we gon' keep it raw You know what I'm sayin'? (Word)

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Triumph

rap

Wu-Tang Clan

{Cappadonna}

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What? Y'all thought y'all wasn't gonna see me? I'm the Osiris of this shit Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers This like, this '97 Aight my niggas and my niggarettes Let's do it like this I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine Let's take it back to '79 [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries Lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred Shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous Ultraviolet shine blind forensics I inspect you through the future see millennium Killa Beez sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez ease the guns in Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function Heads by the score take flight, incite a war Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly Proceeds to blow, swinging swords like Shinobi Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock Wu got it locked, performing live on your hottest block [Verse 2: Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germ Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn This my testament to those burned Play my position in the game of life, standing firm On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan Into the fire, transform into the Ghost Rider A six-pack and A Streetcar Named Desire Who got my back? In the line of fire, holding back What? My peoples; if you with me, where the fuck you at? Niggas is strapped and they tryna twist my beer cap It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice? I think not The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone Rip through your slums [Verse 3: Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox Vocabulary 'Donna talking, tell your story walking Take cover, kid, what? Run for your brother, kid Run for your team and your "six can't rhyme" groupies So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted My deadly notes reign supreme Your thought is basic compared to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my thought I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang [Verse 4: U-God] Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape Hell, globe spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out the sky Golden Arms Tunes spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound The fake false step make the blood stain the ground A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum A death kiss catwalk, squeeze another anthem Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthesias My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas My music Sicily, rich California smell An axe kill adventure, paint a picture well I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sipping on ginseng Righteous wax chaperon, rotating ring kings [Verse 5: RZA] March of the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare Escape from your dragon's lair In particular, my beats travel like a vortex Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream Heart terminal like Grand Central Station Program fat bass lines on Novation Getting drunk like I'm fucking ducking five-year probation [Verse 6: GZA] War of the masses, the outcome disastrous Many of the victim families save their ashes A million names on walls, engraved in plaques Those who went back received penalties for the acts Another heart is torn as close ones mourn' Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song [Verse 7: Masta Killa] The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds And leaks sounds that's heard 93 million miles away from Came one to represent the Nation This is a gathering of the masses That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage Light is provided through sparks of energy From the mind that travels in rhyme form Giving sight to the blind The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum Death only one can save self from This relentless attack of the track spares none [Verse 8: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, fuck that! Look at all these crab niggas laid back Lamping like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack Codeine was forced in your drink You had a navy green salamander fiend Bitches never heard you scream You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb Blowing like Shalamar in '81 Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch It's me, black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz [Verse 9: Raekwon] A-yo, that's amazing Gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk Connect thoughts to make my man child walk Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives While my pen blow lines ferocious Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick Tear down the beat, God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland

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Da Mystery of Chessboxin

rap

Wu-Tang Clan

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[Intro: "Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang" + "Five Deadly Venoms"] "A game of chess is like a swordfight: You must think first before you move" "Toad style is immensely strong And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible" [Verse 1: U-God] Raw I'ma give it to ya with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force you're doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Well, I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary and Carey like Mariah I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from Is comin' through with nuff niggas and nuff guns So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin', contestin' You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk Phony niggas are outlined in chalk I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me Rebel to the grain, there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin' niggas like an 18 wheeler With a drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin' [Verse 3: Raekwon] Rough like Timberland wear, yeah! Me and the Clan in 'Yota Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We pack chrome TECs, nickel-plated MACs, black Ac's! Drug-dealin' styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though 'Cause I gots to get my props and win it, yo I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef Straight up and down, don't even bother I got 40 niggas up in here now who kill niggas' fathers! [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! In the front! In the back! Killa Beez on attack! My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats! [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacques Cousteau could never get this low I'm cherry bombin' shits… BOOM! Just warmin' up a little bit (Vroom-vroom!) Rappinin' is what's happenin' Keep the pockets stacked and then hands clap and then At the party when I move my body Gotta get up and be somebody! Grab the microphone, put strength to the bone DUH DUH DUH… enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff, huff, puff I'm gonna catch your bluff, tuff, rough Kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly Or Alex Haley, I'm a nuh… Beetle Bailey rhymes Comin' raw style, hardcore Niggas be comin' to the hip-hop store Comin' to buy grocery from me Pretendin' to be a hip-hop MC The law — in order to Enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbot — RZA Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Ho gettin' low with his flow Introducin' the Ghostface Killah! No one could get iller! [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! In the front! In the back! Killa Beez on attack! My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats! [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Speakin' of the Devil, psych! No, it's the God, get ya shit right! Mega trife, and yo, I killed you in a past life On the mic while you was kickin' that fast shit You reneged, tried again, and got blasted Half-mastered-ass style, mad ruff task When I struck, I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack! That night, yo I was hittin' like a spiked bat! Until you thought I was bugged out and crazy Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs So, grab your eight-plus-one, start flippin' and trippin' Niggas is jettin', I'm lickin' off, son [All] Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang! Wu! Ta-a-ang! [Verse 6: Masta Killa] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide when he dies in his own iniquity? It's the master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at ya We have an APB on an MC Killa! Looks like the work of a Masta Evidence indicates that his stature Merciless like a terrorist, hard to capture The flow changes like a chameleon Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger This technique attacks the immune system Disguised like a lie, paralysin' the victim You scream as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Movin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede And injure any motherfuckin' contender! [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! In the front! In the back! Killa Beez on attack! My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?! Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats! [Outro: "Five Deadly Venoms"] And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible Toad style is immensely strong And immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible When it's properly used

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Tearz

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Wu-Tang Clan

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[Chorus] After laughter comes tears [Verse 1: RZA] Check the script, me and the gods gettin' ripped Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip Had a box, 'boom boom' the bass would blast We was laughin' at all the girls that passed Conversation, brothers had began to discuss (Hey yo, Rob, remember that kid you bust?) Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get far 'Cause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh ha Not knowin' exactly what lied ahead My little brother, my mother sent him out for bread Get the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summer Didn't expect to come across a crazy gunner "Hey, Shorty, check it, run the bag and the dough!" But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!" Money splattered him, BOW! Then he snatched the bag Hit his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block (Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!) I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood all over the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's when I knew he was… Aw man! How do I say goodbye? It's always the good ones that have to die Memories in the corner of my mind Flashbacks, of us laughin' all the time I taught him all about the bees and birds But I wish I had a chance to sing these three words [Chorus] After laughter comes tears [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Me and my man, my ace Big Moe from the shelter 'Bout to hit the skins from this girl named Thelma Now, Thelma had a rep that was higher than her neck Every girl from Shaolin dissed her respect We was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzed Three o'clock in the mornin', somethin' got to give Moe said he'll go first, I said I'll take next Here, take this raincoat and practice safe sex! He seemed to ignore, I said, "Be for real! She's not even worth it to go raw deal." A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do He got butt-naked and stuck the power U Twenty minutes went by, Moe, I'm out without a doubt I'm not pumpin' up, I am airin' out Hey yo, he came out laughin' with glory I'm surprised he's still livin' to tell his story But he carried on with the same old stuff With Stephanie, like a Whammy, he pressed his luck Moe tried to be down with O.P.P Ain't nothin' wrong, but he got caught with the H.I.V Now no life to live, doc says two more years So after the laughter I guess comes the tears [Chorus] After laughter comes tears

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What They Do

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The Roots

{"Raphael Saadiq"}

[Chorus: Raphael Saadiq] Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, yo Lost generation, fast-paced nation World population confront they frustration The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken It's all contractual and about money-makin' Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation Exact replication and false representation You wanna be a man? Then stand your own To emcee require skills, I demand some shown I let the frauds keep frontin' and roam like a cellular phone Far from home, givin' crowds what they wantin' Official hip-hop consumption, The Fifth thumpin' Keepin' your party jumpin' with an original somethin' Yo, I dedicate this to the one-dimensional No imagination, excuse for perpetration My man came over and said, "Yo, we thought we heard you" Joke's on you; you heard a bitin'-ass crew, but, um [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq] Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do [Verse 2: Black Thought] Thin is the line that run between love and hatred The game is ill-natured, it's nothin' sacred Aiyo, it's funny what I see some rap niggas do to make it A few'll blow up, or go as far as they can take it My nine-to-five is just to hit ya, get the party live I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport Now the rhyme-sayin', rent-payin' life support I take it very seriously within this industry It's various crews that try to touch me But I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly Around the world crowds love me from doin' tours Recipient of applause from all of you and yours Creator of original sounds that's in the stores You take home to absorb and sweat it out your pores Now, who can stop the music runnin' through these veins? Infinitely go against the grain, that's why my motto's to [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq] Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do [Verse 3: Black Thought] Livin' the life of limos and lights Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks And my mental thick, they hit my head like brick As I embark on a mission, welcomin' to the dark When I first spark the art's when the listenin' start Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside My style fortified by all of Philadelph-i My delph more stealth than all the wicked wealth-y Mentality undetectable by the naked eye Then I get paid when the record is played To put it short, "I want it made" like Ed, 'nuff said Then after that, I'm puttin' on my cousin Hamed We let the ladies blend with the dark-skinned thoroughbred And discover, my level is that of no other And Roots crew reign official and true while I'm continuin' to [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq] Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do

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The Lesson Pt. 1

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The Roots

{"Dice Raw"}

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Lyrically versatile, my rap definition is wild I wrote graffiti as a juvenile Restin' on deuce trey and used to boost gray Kangol's With 555 Souls from the streets of the Illadelph-iadic insane For monetary gain, niggas is slain on the train It's homicide for wealth, stealth missions for crack In the alleyways where niggas get grazed in the back From stray shots, clips with hollow tips, for your spine Or either remain calm, catch a rhyme to your mind Niggas, ya know my style I run a-motherfuckin-rap-mok with Malik in a U-Haul truck I stand 5'7", in command of the party and scam like Uncle Sam I'm never caught up in the glass eye of your action cam 'Cause I'm down low, artistic, exquisite rap pro that get the dough It's the Philly borough dread thoroughbred for dolo I bag solo, like a nigga that boost Polo Steppin' through the corridor of metaphors Lookin' over my left shoulder, the mic still feel colder than before With this jazz shit, I hit your jaw Dice Raw, get up on the mic, my young poor I be the nigga blowin' up the spot on tour Surely real to the core, old school like '84 I never die, and raps 'til my lungs collapse Then relax until my knack for tracks bring it back On time, when I rhyme my rep remain Either go against the grain or your ass is found slain I overcome, niggas want styles, then I throw you some Show you some, get on the mic and take it over, son Dice Raw, the motherfuckin' Wild Noid Get on the mic and perpetrate in this void [Verse 2: Dice Raw] I leave niggas missin' in action like their dads in the projects My style like an nomad, travel 'round and catch wreck I'm ill versatile with the skill, no more Wack MC's wanna flex but their styles, they bore Got to know the real meanin' of the ill shit, kid I do mad damage but never will catch a bid With my knapsack, full of ill shit that I just boosted From the corner store when I let loose more Flavor that's me, rippin' heads off from the seams Niggas didn't play like Jeru and "Come Clean" [He heh ha ha ha] I beat down on they heads like drum machines Or 808's 'cause my style flows out great And super spectac' with all the raw rap Pull a metal chair out my knapsack across your back ka-crack Now do you feel the pain? Of course I guess you're believin' that I'm insane When I'm taggin' my name upon the train, I got so much pride I got so much soul, with lyrics hot To make niggas stop, drop and roll Now, check me out one time for your ass Fat styles equivalent of an AIDS infected Glock blast Niggas know my style, plus they know they want more Props from Mount Vernon to Mount Rushmore Ok, kid, you know my style is buckwild literature That you can never get when I'm thinkin' your particular Flavor that you want I sit back and smoke a fat blunt in class Teachers can kiss my ass, I'm twice, Dice Riggety Raw Never take a bad fall, smack your head up against the wall Like playin' handball, my style's ill I slam like Hulk Hogan, Dice Raw bettin' on my arm Niggas know my slogan while I breathe your last breath Niggas better watch they step, fat bull catch wreck Ill, gots ta keep you in check With the hellified beats and hard rhymes Niggas know my style, when I go the whole nine I beat down punks, cut 'em up into fruit chunks Like fruit salad, my style's smooth like Malik Blunts, so whatcha want? If you got beef then come get it If ya don't well then forget it My rap style's exquisite, I'm Raw Daddy Like niggas with no Trojans on the stage when I rhyme I gots ta keep my composure Where I'm from, it's like a whole different world Hoppin' a train, honey-dip and I'mma snatch your squirrel Most corrupt, motherfucker in the tenth grade Juvenile 'cause Jeff McKay could not fade Don't ask me, honey, I'm not the one for stressin' If you wanna know, better ask Brother ?uestion 'Cause he know the time like I know the time When I grab the microphone, it's like summertime Laid back, to recline in my La-Z-Boy chair Dice Raw, the Wild Noid, I'm the fuck up outta here [Instrumental outro]

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Adrenaline

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The Roots

{"Beanie Sigel","Dice Raw"}

[Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline [Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechaun I chop rappers up like chicken szechuan Sell a squads off like a slave auction Ayo, my zodiac sign read "Caution" On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit 'em wit' a portion Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door, son M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw, son You don't want no more, son? That's when more come And drag a nigga Erie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon enterin' The Roots instrumentalin' Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit 'em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hole into a nigga pocket Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline [Verse 2: Malik B] Zigga zigga zigga, tryin' to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up Ever since I was a pup, I was designed to erupt You get to know me, you poke me slowly, was caught puzzin' Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked 'em wit' a dozen of pellets all in they skelet Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah, Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls Shouts to Armour Akquan whose name is Jalil The moat is deep water, so let your hand expand it Commandin', takin' you back like Knots Landing I'm Ralph Kramden, we out, ya'll see in Hampton Yo, what the, what the, what the, what the, what the, what the Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet, but still I plot Once again [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline [Verse 3: Dice Raw] Beans passed the MAC and we held 'em, like hostages Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is North Philly, baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once shit get talkative A-D devise rise, I fathered it So when you see me on the street, don't bother, kid Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit Ask around, wonderin' what Dice Raw did Lay you on floors like ya gettin' carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges You wanna battle? Change your name to The Forfeiters 'Cause that's what you do, face to face wit' raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] They used to talk shit, but I'mma quiet them Kick in the door wit' my boys, get to riotin' First nigga that flinch, I'mma fire him Tape him up, grip his hands, and plier them Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin' 'em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin' in I used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin' 'em Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin' him Paid the front row seat watchin' Iverson First class aircrafts what I'm flyin' in To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin' them Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin' 'em Ran up in y'all spot wit' Rob and them Grew up, two-four, wit' Pie and them But do my dirt, 21st, wit' Kyle and them Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and 'em Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and 'em Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin' 'em I know shit right now gettin' dark to them Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin' 'em Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on 'em These Illadelph foul streets what I'm stompin' in [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline

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The Seed 2.0

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The Roots

{"Cody ChesnuTT"}

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Knocked up 9 months ago And what she finna have? She don't know She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no Rock n' Roll She want platinum or ice and gold She want a whole lot of something to fold If you a obstacle, she just drop you cold Cause one monkey don't stop the show Little Mary is bad, and these streets she done ran Ever since when the heat began I told her "Girl, look here, calm down, I'mma hold your hand To enable you to peep the plan, cause you's quick to learn We can make money to burn if you allow me to lay this game" I don't ask for much but enough room to spread my wings And the world finna know my name [Verse 2: Cody Chesnutt] I don't ask for much these days And I don't bitch and whine if I don't get my way I only want to fertilize another behind my lover's back I sit and watch it grow roots standing where I'm at Fertilize another behind my lover's back And I'm keeping my secrets mine [Hook 1: Cody Chesnutt] I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushing it right If Mary drops my baby girl tonight I would name her "Rock n' Roll" [Verse 3: Black Thought] Uh huh, Cadillac need space to roam Where we heading for? She don't know We in the city where the pros shake, rattle, and roll And I'm a gad-dang rolling stone I don't beg, I can hold my own I don't break, I can hold the chrome And it's weighing a ton and I'm a son of a gun My code name is The Only One And Black Thought is bad, these streets he done ran Ever since when the game began I never played the fool, matter of fact, I been keeping it cool Since money been changing hands, and I'm left to shine The legacy that I leave behind be the seed that'll keep the flame I don't ask for much, but enough room to spread these wings And the world finna know my name, now listen to me [Verse 4: Cody Chesnutt] I don't beg from no rich man And I don't scream and kick When his shit don't fall in my hands, man Cause I know how to steal Fertilize another against my lover's will I lick the opposition cause she don't take no pill Ooh, ooh, ooh no, dear You'll be keeping my legend alive [Hook 1: Cody Chesnutt] I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushing it right If Mary drop my baby girl tonight I would name her "Rock-n-roll" Oh, break it down, break it down, down for me [Hook 2: Cody Chesnutt] I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest I push it naked cause I've taken my test Deliver it Mary: it don't matter the sex I'm gonna name it "Rock-N-Roll" [Hook 1: Cody Chesnutt] I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work because I'm pushing it right If Mary drop my baby girl tonight I would name her "Rock-n-roll" I would name her "Rock-n-roll" I would name her "Rock-n-roll", yeah I would name it "Rock-n-roll"

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I Can

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Nas

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[Intro: Children's Choir] I know I can Be what I wanna be If I work hard at it I'll be where I wanna be I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 1] Be, b-boys and girls, listen up You can be anything in the world, in God we trust An architect, doctor, maybe an actress But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe Singing songs, Lena Horne, but the younger version Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose Could've died, so young, now looks ugly and old No fun 'cause now when she reaches for hugs, people hold they breath 'Cause she smells of corrosion and death Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring 'Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how Put your hands in the air, and take the vow [Chorus x2] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 2] Be, b-boys and girls, listen again This is for grown-looking girls who's only 10 The ones who watch videos and do what they see As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write Begging different women for a place to sleep at night Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this [Chorus x2] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Verse 3] Be, be-fore we came to this country We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys There was empires in Africa called Kush Timbuktu, where every race came to get books To learn from black teachers, who taught Greeks and Romans Asian Arabs and gave them gold, when Gold was converted to money it all changed Money then became empowerment for Europeans The Persian military invaded They heard about the gold, the teachings, and everything sacred Africa was almost robbed naked Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces Shot up they nose to impose what basically Still goes on today, you see? If the truth is told, the youth can grow They learn to survive until they gain control Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes Read more, learn more, change the globe Ghetto children, do your thing Hold your head up, little man, you're a king Young princess, when you get your wedding ring Your man will sing, "She's my Queeeeeen" [Chorus] I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) I know I can (I know I can) Be what I wanna be (Be what I wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) [Outro] Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music, y'all Save the music [Produced by Salaam Remi]

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Past My Shades

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B.o.B

{"Lupe Fiasco"}

[Intro: B.o.B] If you asked me what's on my mind, you probably won't believe it 'Cause if life was one big pool, I'd be in the deep end So I play my role and never ever speak it, like a secret And all the while you just try to figure me out (What?) [Chorus: B.o.B] But you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades [Verse 1: B.o.B] Well, ask me a question, I tell you no lies 'Cause there's nothing to hide, my soul's in my eyes And I'm ahead of my time but I cannot rewind The only thing I fear is the mirror in my bathroom People look and try to see a disguise But there is nothing that nobody can't see in light If it's a song with a rhyme or a verse with a line Then you understand my mind [Chorus: B.o.B] But you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Who else but Lu else? You know I got two belts, the black and the white one I begin and I master I see in my eye glasses But they saying what I'm seeing through is false like Ross I can hear him through the wall like "Walk This Way", trying to dissuade my thoughts I'm a slave to myself and disobeyed my boss It's all in disarray this parade I walk They get amazed when they catch a chain I toss Amidst this array of different ways I talk And it hangs from your brain if my chain you caught Like I cough without covering my mouth I tip the scales like the king of the south Forgot that I was fat, I lost my way But now I'm back looking for the shade I sought And not wonders, I'm Scott Summers So don't make me take off my stunners Bobby Ray, you know you got my numbers And them deer can't see us like hunters [Chorus: B.o.B] But you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades And you can't see past my shades Past my shades, past my shades

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Karaoke Night

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MC Jin

{"Styles P"}

[Jin] Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the world famous "Karaoke Night" at the Ruff Ryder Lounge {*clapping*} Tonight we gon' try somethin a little different Yeah This is not an exclusive (nope) So pardon me as I get on my {?} new shit You know them stakes is high I can't relate to guys, that create disguise-es Exaggerate how great they pies, is Is that a pizza or a lemon meringue? You ain't slangin a thang Play gorilla, but you ain't even orang-and-a-tang I hang with a gang; we Ryde 'til we Die (Ruff Ryders) Preferably Ryde, yes sirree I Professor am I, CNN for information Order now (now) and get free installation (uh-huh) Oops (what?) You're a flow too late I got the flow of two Lakes, Ontario and Michigan That means +Great+ for every rap fan listenin Soon you will be seein, and you will be agreein Even though I'm Chinese I do a show for the Koreans, cause [Hook 4X: Jin] I'm so dope and my flow's so tight I could turn karaoke to open mic night (right) [Jin - over Hook] Oh who is this? See, you never know who to expect at "Karaoke Night" Anybody can come through That the Ghost I see? Why it is Ladies and gentlemen, Styles P.! {*clapping*} [Styles P.] Why don't you try to karaoke this verse? It's the nigga with a whole bunch of birds and don't none of 'em chirp Ten ways to calm down and don't none of 'em work I go berserk with a gun in my shirt, blow a hundred of earth Pastor said don't come to the church I'm a problem when it come to the work - listen If it's a race to split your face, I'll be comin in first I show up, niggas wonder who I'm comin to murk Got my broad in the corner, gun under the skirt (yeah) And we lookin at your jewels tryna wonder the worth (yeah) Gettin slayed at night (uh-huh) take away the ice (uh-huh) Cause it's sorta like Sprite how we "obey our thirst" (ha ha) Shoulda known you seen both of the R's (shoulda known) Ghost come with the toast (Ghost) Jin came with the Chinese stars (Jin) You could catch me downtown at a Chinese bar Dai-ma, like a muh'fucker high off lah; what [Hook] [Jin - over Hook] Ladies and gentlemen, please one more time A round of applause for Styles P A.K.A. the Ghost {*clapping*} [Jin] Simp-ly put, I limp with a pimpery foot And that's just how it's meant to be took Or taken - I hate the pigs But I got fam out in Frisco, that's my ba-con/Bay kin See how that works of beat and the perks of bein a jerk Me and Styles P. leave you deep in the dirt Peek in your hearse, whisper in your ear, freakin a verse While the deacon's speakin at church - "Oh Lord!" [Hook] [Styles P.] Aiyyo Jin, make sure you bring me to China (y'know?) So I can get all the fuckin new Nikes Camcorders and all that, yeah

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Ready or Not

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Fugees

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[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not (Uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want me (Yo) [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill] Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake (Yeah) Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates, those who fake, they break When they meet their four hundred-pound mate If I could rule the world (If I ruled the world), everyone would have a gun In the ghetto. of course, when giddy-upping on their horse I kick a rhyme drinking moonshine I pour a sip on the concrete for the deceased But, no, don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep Thinking 'bout the robbery that I did last week Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends A born again hooligan only to be king again [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not (Uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want me (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 2: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean] I play my enemies like a game of chess Where I rest, no stress if you don't smoke sess Lest I must confess, my destiny's manifest In some Gore-Tex and sweats, I make treks like I'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, yes Bless you if you represent the Fu But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're doo-doo Voodoo, I can do what you do, easy Believe me, fronting niggas give me heebie-jeebies (Ha) So while you imitating Al Capone I'll be Nina Simone and defecating on your microphone [Chorus: Lauryn Hill] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly [Bridge: Lauryn Hill] You can't run away from these scars I got, oh, baby Hey, baby, ‘cause I got a lot, oh, yeah And anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh, baby Hey, baby, you can't hide from the block, oh, no [Verse 3: Pras, Pras & Lauryn Hill] Ready or not, refugees taking over The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber (Drop bombs) Crews run for cover, now they're under, pushing up flowers Superfly, true lies, do or die (He's super fly) Toss me high, only puff lye with my crew from Lakay I refugee from Guantanamo Bay Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay (Yes, sir) [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Wyclef Jean] Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide (Ayo, nobody move) Gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not (Uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide (Ayo, nobody move) Gonna find you and make you want me (Come on) Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide (You know the—) Gonna find you and take it slowly (You know) Ready or not (Uh-huh), here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and make you want me

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Session One

rap

Eminem

{Slaughterhouse}

[Intro: Eminem] Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise! Aw, shit! Yeah You ready to get this shit started or what? Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too [Verse 1: Eminem] Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin' I'm back I could relax, but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles, then black- -out and relapse 'til I yack Jack Daniels and 'gnac (Woo!) Burp bubbles, attitude's immaturin', double Shot of Bacardi, party, vision is blurrin'— woah-ho I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'— uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble! What's occurrin' before, after, and durin' the show Has no bearin' on the bad news I'm bearin', woah What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushin' you out the do' So suck my dick on the couch if you wanna cushion the blow Now stomp your fuckin' feet 'til you get to squishing a ho It's pandemonium, standing o when you see him, oh Damn, baby, you look good, you're givin' me wood You should pull over like a sweatshirt wit' a hood (Woo!) It's neck work, get our polly on, you and me both Break bread while I'm coppin' over this game to pinch a loaf Now, homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass? Who claims to be Spittin' the same flames as me? I'm Kanye when he crashed In other words, I got the hood on smash like I stepped on the gas Destroyed the front end, deployed the damn airbags from the dash Went through 'em and laughed, came back an hour after the accident And bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half! So stop fakin' the funk and start shakin' your ass Slaughterhouse in the house with the Caucasian of rap And Just Blaze on the track, what's the fuck's more amazin' than that Slut? Answer me that! Royce, where you at? [Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”] I'm right here, Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you Lump on your head designed by a bar stool (Come on!) Designed by a cartoon Before I need to be hired, Jimmy, I'll fire Marshall (Woah!) The 9 tucked against the linin' I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down like y'all are a couple 69ing (Ha) It's like Rick James is shootin' up your house, nigga! Fuck yo' couch, nigga! You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle finger up While I'm over here shovin' my dick in a hole in the mud My bitch know I'm perfectly fit for murder Because I murdered her, so you can call me Nicole to O. J. to Glove (Woo!) I got a posse of insane clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear and ask you how your brain sounds ([?]) Bad, Evil, we go Alfred E. Neu- -mann, mad cerebral, you on your last burrito! (What that mean, Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin' Get a beat, then terrorize that bitch like I'm Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse on fire, nobody touchin' that Good day and good night! Ortiz, yo, where the fuck you at? ([?]) [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] I'm right here in my Nike Airs, Buzz Light-years (Uh) Ahead of my mic peers (Yeah), quite scary to look at, a nightmare Where my book at? I'll write fear in the heart of you tight squares I harbor the art of you nice wear (Ah!) It's type weird 'cause that made me hotter than my dear (Uh) Uncle Al's breath after polishin' off his ninth beer (Haha!) Homie, chill, listen, I swear I'm god, I give tracks a Holy-feel, and they bite ears (Ow!) I'm right here, why wouldn't I be? Just waiting to be hooked to IV As Mumm-Ra's well, when you look at my pee (Ew) And this joint (No exception), so just point (A direction) And record the pig's oink (When I rip his intestines) This isn't just an infection (Nah) This won't go away with penicillin injections (Tss) Millions of questions arose after they did an inspection, what I exhibit (What?) Seems to be non-contagious yet anybody can get it (Ow!) Aw shiddit, I did it again, when I liddift this pen I emitted this phlegm, this time it's alongside Edeminem (Haha) So tell a friend to tell a friend write a disgusting hook (Yeah) Jump in shark water and swim! Yo, where the fuck is Crook? [Verse 4: Crooked I] I'm right here, lettin' the shotty pop, quick as a karate chop Get your body shot, get your top chopped, like a lollipop Call it Maserati drop, in the body shop Get your mommy knocked and your Uncle Tommy molli-wopped (Yeah) I take your life to the ninth innin' A knife in the gunfight, I love it, me and my knife winnin' I laugh when you fall, the shit'll be funny I'll buy my bitch a new ass and watch her sit on my money (Yo!) Man, all the bitches holla— they wanna drop my britches Then jaw on my dick and swallow, leave drawers in this Impala I ball like Iguodala, I bear more arms than six koalas (Uh) As soon as I draw, get sent to Allah Bilinguist don, I kill with the tongue, I'm Atilla the Hun I'm Genghis Khan, I'm a genius spawn I pillage your village for fun, an egregious con A syllable gun, real as they come, Long Beach Saddam! (Brrat!) Slaughterhouse equals swine flu, are South flying We do it to try to do without tryin' (Slaughterhouse!) 'Cause to it's us it's so easy Where's "Jumpoff" Joe Beezy?

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Cum on Everybody

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Eminem

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[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Intro] (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Yo, mic check (Woo, shit) Testing One, two, um, twelve What up? What up? What up? (Outsiderz) This is my dance song, can you hear me? (Outsiderz) (Rah Digga, Young Zee, bust it, bust it) Alright, ayy, turn my headphones up [Verse 1] My favorite color is red like the bloodshed From Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin' at my shish kabab Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve (“I can't stand white people”) You thought I was ill and now I'm even more so Shit, I got full-blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange robe I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at your show I just remembered that I'm absent-minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit 'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit (Um, one, two) I told the doc I need a change in sickness And gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis Put my LP on your Christmas gift list You want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this [Chorus] Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) [Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end 'Cause I don't give a fuck like my middle finger was stuck And I was wavin' it at everybody, screamin', "I suck" (I suck) I go on stage in front of a sell-out crowd And yell out loud, "All y'all get the hell out now" Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up, y'all, I'm sorry (But Eminem, this is your record release party) I'm bored out of my gourd, so I took a hammer And nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford Guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard Who's one sandwich short of a picnic basket (I ain't got it all) One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage (Oh) And if you ever see a video for this shit I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit [Chorus] Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) [Verse 3] Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit 'Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy So I told 'em I was Mike D They was like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be" I told 'em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert" (Oh really?) I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness Monster" (Okay) Peace out (Bye) Then I jetted to the weed house, smoked out 'Til I started bustin' freestyles, broke out Then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick Made a couple of crank calls collect (Brrrt) "It's Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?" I want to make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of So just remember, when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset [Chorus] Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight) Cum on everybody (Get down tonight)

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Warning

rap

Nicki Minaj

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[Nicki Minaj] Who the hell is this? Calling me at 12:47 in the night While I'm watching the fight Looking at the phone, it's no name in sight Blocked ID, knew something just wasn't right It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami Telling me that my man with some bitch in a Camry Car seat in the back like he started a family Yo Kan, stop playing, what the fuck is you saying? [Kandi] Remember them chicks from the Bricks 'round nine six That we seen when we hit a lick by the project? [Nicki Minaj] Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria [Kandi] I didn't say them They schooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when Some bitch named Kim Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim They hit me on the chirp, warning me, now I'm warning you What's it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do [Nicki Minaj] Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker Damn, I'mma have to send her to her maker I'mma send her to her maker I'mma send her to her maker [Kandi] They heard about his good sexing, long erections Nice complexion, Magnums for protection They even heard about his tongue game How the nigga give brain, ain't stop 'til the cum came But that's words of Hip Hop I popped the bitch top, like a Corona [Nicki Minaj] Call a coroner, it's gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest-es If I find out he got a next Mrs What you think all the goons is for Two by the door, a few more out in New York And I feed 'em curry chicken, I'm all about my green nahmean? Got some fat bitches in the kitchen I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail Got a scale for what's in the mail I got whatever on my nigga bail, But if the nigga bail I'll have him sleeping with some killer whales Damn bitches wanna fuck with my man On the other hand, things ain't always what you plan It's the ones up in your prom picture, salon wit'cha Now they wanna creep in your man's jeep I bet you Nicki won't sleep Cause I'mma put the heat to your beak, You'll bird like tweet tweet And watch you smoke like a cigarette Should've left the bitch a pack of Nicorette Leave all them foul bitches wet I give a fuck about you and your bum crew Mami I'm the truth, they salute when I come through I'm not running bitch, I bust my gun, hold on I hear somebody coming

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Things Done Changed

rap

The Notorious B.I.G.

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[Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? (Uh) Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side (Yeah) Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side (Yeah) Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 1] Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids? Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly Lounging at the barbecues, drinking brews With the neighborhood crews hanging on the avenues Turn your pages to 1993 Niggas is getting smoked, G, believe me Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick 'Cause real street niggas ain't having that shit Totin' TECs for rep Smoking blunts in the project hallways Shooting dice all day Waitin' for niggas to step up on some fightin' shit We get hype and shit and start lightin' shit So step away with your fistfight ways Motherfucker, this ain't back in the days But you don't hear me though [Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 2] No more coco-levio one, two, three One, two, three, all it is to me is a mystery I hear you motherfuckers talk about it But I stay seeing bodies with the motherfuckin' chalk around it And I'm down with the shit, too For the stupid motherfuckers want to try to use Kung-Fu Instead of a MAC-10, he tried scrappin' Slugs in his back and that's what the fuck happens When you sleep on the street Little motherfuckers with heat wanna leave a nigga six feet deep And we coming to the wake To make sure the crying and commotion ain't a motherfucking fake Back in the days our parents used to take care of us Look at 'em now, they even fuckin' scared of us Calling the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, shit done changed [Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Verse 3] If I wasn't in the rap game I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game Because the streets is a short stop Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot Shit, it's hard being young from the slums Eatin' five cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from And now the shit's getting crazier and major Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagers Goin' out of town, blowing up Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up It make me wanna grab the nine and the shotty But I gotta go identify the body Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts? Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out Shit, my mama got cancer in her breast Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed, things done changed [Chorus] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? [Outro] Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?

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Brave in the Heart

rap

Big Pun

{"Terror Squad"}

[Verse 1: Triple Seis] I'll battle you all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis: the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed by my Squad It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the Beamer sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for 40 days and 40 nights And every verse is tight Better than before: rough, rugged, and raw Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin' your chain Nawmean, do him and the fiend, grab his wallet Leave a trail, blazin' like Rasheed Wallace What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker I walk the same streets the police take us Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money, son, that's all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggas really roll On the low, tryin' to blow trees And for no reas' we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese Better relate and start to think, or be the missing link I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt [Verse 2: Big Pun] We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart Razor-sharp, futuristic raps: state of the art Takin' New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough Hold your toaster low; business, never personal Just some words to know if you run the streets Come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was killed by the polices They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry 'em Depends on the state; If death is my fate, then cool, I'm dyin' If that's my destiny, it's meant to be Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me Aight, crew? (no doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then I'm hypened, comin' with the thunder and the lightnin' Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms right from the Bronx Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto god I rip a nigga's heart out his frame While I scream: "Terror Squad!" Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife She said she’d starve if I die, understand I’m a god in her eyes The father of Christ, sure to be immortal Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen With Devin: that's mi hermano [Refrain] We will be here, forever – KRS We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part Amazingly smart Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God [Verse 3: Prospect] You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a 9 steady I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin' Shit, crime heavy already I keep it sharper than the long 'chette Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy I click triggers: how you more ready? Switch quicker than Marbury I'm a cherry, you a strawberry If you lost that, mean I'm on top of the whip You plottin' to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip You stop with the quick and never make another move Even your mother lose I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues [Refrain] We will be here, forever – KRS We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part Amazingly smart Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God [Verse 4: Fat Joe] Make way for scrill', I don't play, I spray for real Blow your top with the Glock—that's my favorite kill Blaze your crib with like thirty shots I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops I play the streets with toast, 'cause the thieves is close Want to keep your post? Then don't beef with Joe Still niggas think I won't bring the heat out That's like sayin' Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute Truth first, Terror Squad: shoot first War with me and you guaranteed to leave the Earth I'm dressed to kill, my niggas rep for real Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips The street's a trip: either you deep or you sleep with the fish I keep a fifth for them niggas that's seekin' to flip

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Erase Me

rap

Kid Cudi

{"Kanye West"}

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi] She said I don't spend time like I really should She said she don't know me anymore I think she hates me deep down, I know she does She wants to erase me, hmm A couple days, no talking, I see my baby And this what she tells me [Chorus: Kid Cudi] She said I keep on running, keep on running And nothing works, I can't get away from you, no I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps I can't stop missing you (Yeah) [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] It's like I'm her new nightmare, she ain't escaping It makes me feel a bit complete (Yeah) Knowing someone you love don't feel the same way about ya Memories they soon delete (Hmm) A couple weeks, no talking, I see my baby I missed you so damn much Hey, I wish we could start over, I told my baby This what this bitch tells me [Chorus: Kid Cudi] She said I keep on running, keep on running, and nothing works I can't get away from you, no I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps I can't stop missing you [Bridge: Kid Cudi & Kanye West] Yeah, cause I'm in the magazines, on the TV No matter where you are, you might hear me (Uh) I'm in the magazines, on the TV No matter where you go, you might see me (Hello, haha) [Verse 3: Kanye West] Uh, I'm Yeezy, she say "Hi, I'm Aria" No, you a angel, you wave "Hi" to Aaliyah I got a show in Korea, they built a new arena Why don't you come and watch a nigga tear the whole scene up I know I seen you before, but don't know where I seen ya Oh I remember now, you something that I dreamed of Don C says she cool, but don't let her fuck your cream up Monica Lewinsky on the dress, she'll take you to the cleaners Sure enough, a week later, I'm in extra love And everybody know she's mine so she extra plugged Every bouncer, every club show her extra love We just praying the new fame don't get the best of us But all good things gotta come to a en-a She let it go to her head, "No, not my Aria" The height of her shopping was writer's blocking me I couldn't get my shit out anyway, I hope you die, Aria [Chorus: Kid Cudi] I keep on running, keep on running And nothing works, I can't get away from you, no I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps I can't stop missing you

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Old Times Sake

rap

Eminem

{"Dr. Dre"}

[Intro: Eminem] Good evening This is your fucking captain speaking We will soon be reaching an altitude of Four million and a half.. feet That's eight million miles in the sky Please... undo your seat belt for takeoff (Chkk) You are now free to smoke about the cabin (Chkka) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I'm Dre, from back in the day, from N.W.A, from black and the gray, from Choking a bitch, to smacking her face, from Stacking up bodies, to racking AKs up From racking up hits, to stacking them crates up I'm still hungry, and I'm back with a tapeworm And we're what's happenin' in rap entertainment Me and Shady, as far as competition, faggot, there ain't none [Verse 2: Eminem] Speak of the Devil, it's attack of the Rain Man Chainsaw in hand, bloodstain on my apron Soon as the blade spun, vrrunn, they run away from Who wanna play dungeon? No one is safe from In search of a brain surgeon, a great one Wait, it ain't funny, man, it's urgent, I need one Two boxes of detergent in a paint gun And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1 [Chorus: Eminem] So one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smoking with the best) I said, one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smoking with the best) [Verse 3: Eminem] Smoke signal in the sky like Verizon Wireless A nice environment, surprised entirely Hypnotized by the sound, I surround the hydrants Taking lives of firemen; say goodbye, here I am again Naked wives and Vicodin Before I begin to get so high, pussy boy, I could spin Vinn-vinn, fuck the handle, I fly off the hinge Let that boy off the bench, coach, and throw it to him There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again Baby, make us some french toast and show us some skin I'll show you every inch grows on my foreskin Show me nipple, I pinch both, and throw up a ten Now you know it's a sin to tease, blow us again The sorcerer of intercourse; if it's forced, it's him Don't fight the feeling if you're feeling the force within And when you wake up in the morning next to the porcelain [Chorus: Eminem] So one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smokin' with the best) I said, one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smokin' with the best) [Verse 4: Dr. Dre] Now where there's smoke, there's fire, where there's fire, there's flames Where there's flames, there's chronic, either you high or you ain't I got no time for no games [Verse 5: Eminem] Nuh-uh, he ain't playin' He's gon' get the AK and aim it right at your brain I'm slightly insane, vodka and creatine Hpnotiq and Red Bull, it's an incredible energy drink And it's given me wings, I believe I can fly While I pee on a girl, you won't catch me CSI It's as easy as pie, and as simple as cake Dre, get on the mic and make 'em tremble and shake [Verse 6: Dr. Dre] Now put your smoke up in the air, raise your Henny and Coke And if you really wanna get fucked up, just let me know We can smoke 'til there's no more lighter fluid to do it Let's get into it, you're smokin' with the triedest and truest I got the Midas touch when it comes to rollin' shit up You motherfuckers ain't smokin', you just holdin' shit up Now here we go, let's get up, get down, hold up a blunt I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one 'Cause if at first you don't succeed, won't hurt to smoke some weed Now them words are just a little more personal for me Seeing as how I blew up off of puffing them trees [Verse 7: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Well smoke enough for me, fuck yeah, light it up, Cheech Come on, smoke me out cuz, give me contact buzz Get me on track, they love me when I'm on that stuff But this is Earth calling Shady, man, come on back—What? Man, we're losing him, he won't even respond back, fuck! Now look at all the pretty women in here (Damn, bitches!) Dre, it's hot, I think we better go check on their temperatures I'll get the thermometer, you get the bandages Now baby, just bend over, this won't hurt a damn bit, just— [Chorus: Eminem] Give me one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smokin' with the best) I said, one more time for old time's sake Dre, drop that beat and scratch that break Now just send a little bit of that smoke my way And let's go (You are now smokin' with the best)

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Super High Remix

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Rick Ross

{"Wiz Khalifa",Ne-Yo,"Curren\\$y"}

[Verse 1 - Currency] You think you got the bond cause I rolled you a joint? I smoke with all mine, baby girl, what's your point? Don't front, you in the back of a long line Trying to get in, cause only members inside Trees get twisted up like fingers in gang signs Purple Kushions broke my fall, I fell from a grapevine Super high, from the free throw line, I'm Drexler status, glide the espionage Many a jealous eyes scrutinze the wise But the Jets in the house like the curtains and the blinds It hurt to see me shine, that's why they frowning all the time In they internet videos, digital CB4s Angry orangutans, I'm arranging my sneakers I'm the action on the court, you the gum stuck to the bleachers I think I'm Paul Pierce, I think I'm Rondo High off that headband, you dying on that hydro [Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa] I thought of this fresh off a bong rip My bitch next to me, getting undressed for me Running bath water, playing her favorite songs While I get another one lit Don't usually smoke at all but say tonight she'll take a hit That's understood From the smell, and by what I paid You know it's good Them niggas with me? They from the hood Now we through parties in the sky I'm on the 42nd floor, now that's super high Champagne, more paper planes than you can fly Them young niggas fell soon as they tried When the paparazzi flash, I'll be counting all this cash Plotting a million about how I can build a mountain out of hash [Hook - Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find me Cause we are super high [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] I'm getting money, no Illuminati My pain never went in vain, it's all over my body Get the spliff in my Mr. Bughatti Kick it with my lil' homies, a Mr. Miyagi I gotta buy my niggas each a pound Tweaking up our sneaker style, passing reefer 'round Spitting only lethal rounds, speakers beating down Not talking munchies when I say my niggas eating now Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now Pina colada, paper smoking, Garden of Eden now Taylor Gang is what we bleed about Jet setters in places you only read about [Bridge - Wiz Khalifa] And now, everywhere I go It's so strong, they ask me where I get my smoke Bitches don't have to guess, they know I keep one rolled up, we can do whatever you want Smoking pina colada papers, baby girl We don't fuck with them blunts Unless I'm with the Boss [Verse 4 - Rick Ross] If you looking for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high (Super duper, super duper high) You getting yours, I'm getting mine

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Mo Milly

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Birdman

{Drake,"Bun B"}

[Intro: Birdman] Make it so fresh: YM So fly, so priceless (CMB bitch) Just another day on the Top floor of the balcony bitch Live it how we live it Mula, Drizzy You what it is, young'un: appreciate that It's big money popping baby boy Ain't none of that lil biddy [Chorus: Birdman] More, m-more milly More, m-more milly [Verse 1: Birdman] Pearl-white candy paint job fly Big Tymer on the loose Got a bitch riding 5 And every time I pull up, you know I'm iced up When I step up in the club I light the bitch up Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck Candy paint, rally stripe, shining like us Pearly white Maybach hatchback Automatic straps, stash spots under the rack Bitch, ready to spray that Foreign grinds, hard times Getting mines, you know: Uptown Big time doing time You know, Harley Davis baby Cash money is who pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby Black gold, 100 mil' off the floor Never told now you know how it go bitch One hundred, one hundred [Chorus: Birdman] More, m-more milly More, m-more milly More, m-more milly More, m-more milly Bust it to the ceiling, baby More, m-more milly Bust it to the ceiling, baby Bust it- bust it to the ceiling, baby [Verse 2: Drake] You're now fucking with the most requested The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with And black-on-black 62 float majestic Me and Stunna in it, boy: I'm just so connected Caught up in a popularity contest I'm about to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched Thank Me Later: first week, I'm taking all bets Because a million copies isn't really far-fetched I keep credit cards in cash knots I keep my darkest shades on 'til the flash stops It's for my LA girls getting them implants And all my DC girls getting them ass shots Got 'em for a reason shorty, go ahead, bust it open I keep a secret, baby: nothing's heard when nothing's spoken Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion And I just lost a Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star Are all that fuels the conversations between y'all And dog that's funny, pay me what you owe me nigga All cash money [Chorus: Birdman] More, m-more milly More, m-more milly More, m-more milly More, m-more milly Bust it to the ceiling, baby More, m-more milly Bust it to the ceiling, baby Bust it- bust it to the ceiling, baby [Verse 3: Bun B] Well it's that big body nigga and his big body car Got a big body boppa with that million-dollar jaw She said: "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw!" I pulled out my strap condom, looked down there and said "naw" Cigar full of Kush you need prescriptions to access Laying on the mattress with your favorite actress My blunt was going out, I said, "Baby, pass the matches" And let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes Classic, but classless You gassed up, but gasless Unleaded, yeah, Bun said it, nigga get past it Taking what you got, you should've passed it You was moving slower than molasses This time you were nasty Give it up to him; it's a jack Don't move! This is murder music, nigga Don't disturb this room. 2 trill Ent Cash Money and October's Own We true playas down to the last chromosome

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Hip Hop Quotables

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Ludacris

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[Verse: Ludacris] Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy And I'm close to the edge, so your parents can come push me I curse so much just to get on they nerves I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the 'burbs My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin' But no pork on my fork, I don't even speak pig Latin I go fishin' on my lake, with yo bitch as the bait Plus I eat many MCs, but I don't gain no weight The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers I'm as stiff as a board, y'all more shook than maracas But my trix ain't for kids, if you dig'um you'll get smacked I'll clock ya I'll spring forward, you fall back Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers That's cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is Crank Yankers Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain To get chicks from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas I own so many jerseys, I'm a throwback mess I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full-court press (Ow) So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash 'Cause every single is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass The competition never just wanna admit that they lost And that they last about as long as my part in The Wash From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit'chu One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin' I'm in the strip club smokin' with President Clinton So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee They made the mold of the penis enlarger off me (Me) I'll be in another room when I hit from the back Not to mention my refrigerator's taller than Shaq (Yeah) So yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo (Yo) If you can't swim, don't smoke my hydro ('Dro) I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons (Woo) So wash all your sins away and stop playin' (Yeah) If God's line is busy you might have to two-way him (Mhm) Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet And when I'm drunk, tell them kids, "Drugs are bad, mmm'kay?"? Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot And people think I'm bad, they say "Ooh, he's so evil!" 'Cause I go on blind dates with actual blind people (Ow) But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf I heard you masturbate a lot, so y'all keep to yourself 'Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them 'Cause Ludacris'll beat you down with a prosthetic limb I put my foot so deep in your ass that you can smell it And your breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellant I'm the man, I got money far as the eyes can see And I'm in a group, I split dough with me, me, and me So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry So I'ma trade my earrings in and get a Ferrari (Woo) I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump Y'all meet with Honda, no payments for twelve months (Uh-huh) Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad Y'all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag (Fool)

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Boom

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Royce da 5'9"

{"Royce da 5\\'9\\\""}

[Intro] Ugh Boom, boom Tick-tick-tick Yeah Five-nine, ugh Yo [Verse 1] I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You hear a "Tick-tick," then you testin' My saliva and spit could split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claim they the best and they head the throne since B.I.G is gone Iff you ask me, they "Dead Wrong" My flow is hotter than the flash from the click When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip You wind up in a room full of my dogs I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs So come, come, now, get pissed on, shitted on Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along?" You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on You probably ducked when they laid the gunshot in your song My gun st-stutters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you 'Nough in the clip, to give a speech to you Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd prolly rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak Formerly known as the best kept secret—I guess that I just leaked it [Chorus] "Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom, boom, bam, God-damn" "Royce 5'9"" "Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom, boom, bam, God-damn" "Royce 5'9"" [Verse 2] I'm a motherfucking star, I don't battle no more I provide the gun-clapping round of applause after your show And we could go toe-to-toe 'cause they calling you hot Stepping around all your punches, like, "That's all you got?" Every day, I'm meeting somebody and all of they peeps Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth And these bitches—I be patting they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking at me, batting they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggas not as down as them Or since that I'm down with Slim that I sound like him Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell And say faggot shit to me like I look like L My advice: Quit talking, it's over I was knocking niggas out when you was knocking sticks off of their shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so-called "vets" Niggas say I found God with the flow Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show Ain't a nigga touching mines When you listen to my shit, you don't chew, you don't breathe You don't miss a fucking line Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot Leave me in the deck too long, I blow up your box—boom! [Chorus] "Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom, boom, bam, God-damn" "Royce 5'9"" "Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom, boom, bam, God-damn" "Royce 5'9"" "Boom, boom, bam, God-damn" "Royce 5'9"" "Boom, boom, bam, God-damn" "Royce 5'9"" "Boom, boom, bam, God-damn" "Royce 5'9""

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Paparazzi

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Xzibit

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[Intro] Yes, 1996 marks the beginning of a new era The dysfunctional member of the Alkaholiks family It’s Xzibit! [Verse 1] Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth my while Xzibit stay versatile, with million dollar lifestyle And I could feel it as a child growing up The niggas that was real And the niggas that was scared as fuck That's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you So ease off the trigger-talk, you ain’t killin' shit It’s not affecting me or the niggas that I'm chillin' with I don’t believe the hype or buy woof tickets Nigga, you make a gang of noise and never seen, like a cricket I guess that’s why we never kick it A lot of niggas is soft and get tossed tryna fuck with the Likwit How many niggas do you know like this? Always claimin' that they ridin' but they really turned bitch It don’t make sense, either you’re a soldier from the start Or an actor with a record deal tryna play the part—like that! [Chorus] It’s a shame, niggas in the rap game Only for the money and the fame (Extra large!) It’s a shame, niggas in the rap game Only for the money and the fame (Paparazzi!) [Verse 2] See, I don’t need no lights, no cameras; just action, goddamn it Never no superstar, I'm more like a planet So my composure is kept while others start to sweat Emergin' from the fog with my fucked-up dialogue Tryna live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt And niggas you spent it on would not give a fuck And that’s deep; how deep? It’s deeper than Atlantis Home of the scandalous: big bad Los Angeles Dangerous, vandalous, yo, not to be trusted Now, how the fuck is you hard Not being scared by the boulevard? I'm pullin' that card, and saying "Gin, mothafucka!" Flowin' like liquid; soak it in, mothafucka! I'm breakin' it down, my sound surrounds like death From the West, puttin' whole counties to the test It’s all in perspective, breaker 1-9 copy This is for the niggas gettin' caught up in the paparazzi [Chorus] It’s a shame, niggas in the rap game Only for the money and the fame (Extra large!) It’s a shame, niggas in the rap game Only for the money and the fame (Paparazzi!) [Verse 3] Niggas smoke stress and crossdress, but I just play the back Others going through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract Real tightly rolled, fuck ’em all how I feel I made a cool half mill' before I had a record deal Therefore you look and stare like it’s magic But too much of anything can make you an addict Whenever devils be startin' static, break out the automatic I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate But wait! Who dares to cross this path? Yo, I do you like math, cut with glass, make a bloodbath So on behalf of all niggas I get drunk with Smokin' blunts with, I dispose of your punk shit He-he, and keep it all in perspective Carbon copies gettin' caught up in the paparazzi Once again, it's the Likwidation crew And we return at you like this [Chorus] It’s a shame, niggas in the rap game Only for the money and the fame (Extra large!) It’s a shame, niggas in the rap game Only for the money and the fame (Paparazzi!)

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Thug Luv

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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

{2Pac}

[Intro: 2Pac + Bizzy Bone] Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga Whatever you niggas want, we bring it! Thug Luv, (biatch!) nigga what time is it? Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga It's time to slay these bitch-made niggas! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is Where my thugs at? Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a long time Well, here it is, nigga, here it is! What you gonna do with it? [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord You know, that I won't fly by that lesson You taught me, to pull out my Wesson you brought me And I'm not stressin' it softly Get 'em up off me, 'cause all we Wanted was harmony, been bombing 'em Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level They can't, stop me and pop me Nigga, they got me? Fuck no Little Pac gets schizophrenic, let's manage, to damage, all y'all I'll, talk about 'em, and you don't really want it 'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em, to not jump I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the murder Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the cause And I, finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine Fuck them niggas, it's on All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me Lord, looking at death with the last of my breath Follow, follow, my kids! But don't sin, in my steps! Yet the weapon is kept, with the best of my secrets Deep in the reach, I'm alone, nigga, believe That I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland [Interlude: 2Pac] Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? (yeah!) Put your muthafuckin' hands on your strap, nigga Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out (Thug luv) Or do this like punks, and punk it out Pull your strap on me (Thug luv), nigga, you better kill me! Thug Life, baby. Thug Luv [Verse 2: 2Pac] I'll probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts: Thugs is convicts, in God's prison, hands on the strap Prayin' so Father please forgive me! Police be rushin' when they see me I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on TV Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name! We all gon' die, we bleed through similar veins Please explain to me, now. Don't panic, when my guns burst Heard the last jam, nigga? This one's worse! My nigga Bone held the chrome 'til I came home Thug Luv players tell these, bitch niggas "Bring it on" I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathin' Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and breathe It's a, cold-ass world; niggas, kill you in your sleep Watch me, until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me I got, Thug Luv for my nationwide posse. Feel me! [Verse 3: Layzie Bone] Little thug from the Land, nigga, never ran Muthafuckas out to get me. They don't understand It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas Down to put in some work and do some dirt Fuckin' around with the band Bone, Thugs-N-Harmony Follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma Everything I do, it seem to cause drama Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya! So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dust For the love of the lust, niggas bustin' on us Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge erupt! It's my Art of War, puttin' niggas on the floor When I'm comin' through the door, bringin' nuthin' but terror Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era Paired up, with a nigga like Pac And a nigga like me gotta stay high Thug luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry So I beg, the Lord to save us all: escapers of misery Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah [Verse 4: Krayzie Bone] Here to get it, told my niggas they need get, Down With the dirt, and we don't fuck around Buck a couple of rounds, and if you're passin' through Then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' with this I'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend I reload, and buck a little mo' Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know "So, who ya looking for?" They don't know! A mothafucka with a leatherface Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a way Ya hoes'll never know because I got away (yeah) A criminal mind, to keep a nigga on the level Sometimes, so get high, and analyze your crime Correctly organized and with results, you'll be surprised [Verse 5: Wish Bone] Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride Playa hating niggas, you gots to die, it's only right Fucking with Bone, better leave it alone Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin' domes Still in the hood, where the thugs play Fuckin' with nuthin' but thugs, mane Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses We crackin' them domes around my way Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel You can dig a hole; bitches is dead! Infrared, to your head. You can beg, you can fled But still gonna bleed bloody red Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight 'Cause we out ridin', lookin' for you (for you) Better run for cover, nigga, duck! We about to bust, Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead Make some moves, send flowers straight to his home Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong Now he long gone, long gone [Outro: Bizzy Bone] 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us! 'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love

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Rewind

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Nas

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[Verse] Listen up, gangstas and honeys with your hair done Pull up a chair, hon', and put it in the air, son Dog, whatever they call you, God, just listen I'll spit a story backwards, it starts at the endin' The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet holes close in this chest of a nigga, now he back to square one Screamin', "shoot don't please", I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewindin' a hit He put his hands back on his bitch, my caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van, they closin' shut Goin' reverse, slowly prepared My nigga Jungle utters out somethin' crazy like, "Go he there" Sittin' back in his chair, we hittin' the roach The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar The blunt turns back into a cigar We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans Spinnin' records backwards of AC/DC I give my niggas dap, jump out the van, back first Back upstairs, took off the black shirt I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we" So with my mouth wide, holdin' my heat Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you 'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemy's the" Hung up the phone, then the phone rang I'm laid in the bed, thinkin' about this pretty young thing Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug She fell to my bed and gave me a hug I told her, "No hell," she talkin' 'bout, "Me kiss" Bobbed her head then spit a nut back in my dick Started suckin' with no hands, a whole lot of spit Then got up and put her bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm" Picked up her Gucci bag and left a nigga behind Walkin' through the door, she rang the bell twice I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice The clock went back from three to two to one And that's about the time the story begun That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell It said, "Son, we found that nigga we gotta kill" [Outro] Ayo, son, ayo, son, you hear me? You hear me? Listen, man This dude right on the block right now, man I found him, right now, I see him right now Let's kill him Yo, this Nas, leave it, peace

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Mind Playing Tricks on Me

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Geto Boys

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[Intro: Scarface] I sit alone in my four-cornered room Starin' at candles Oh, that shit is on? Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth [Verse 1: Scarface] At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein' burned Four walls just starin' at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right But I ain't goin' out without a fight See, every time my eyes close I start sweatin' and blood starts comin' out my nose Is somebody watchin' the Ak'? But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin' my back I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I don't see the motherfucker He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own Some might say, "Take a chill, B." But fuck that shit! There's a nigga tryin' to kill me I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows Every 20 seconds got me peepin' out my window Investigatin' the joint for traps Checkin' my telephone for taps I'm starin' at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind's playin' tricks on ya [Verse 2: Willie D] I make big money, I drive big cars Everybody know me; it's like I'm a movie star But late at night, somethin' ain't right I feel I'm bein' tailed by the same sucker's headlights Is it that fool that I ran off the block? Or is it that nigga last week that I shot? Or is it the one I beat for 5,000 dollars? Thought he had 'caine, but it was Gold Medal flour Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Ain't no use to me lyin', I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick If it's goin' down, let's get this shit over with Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfuckin' trigger What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin' Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the sword I take my boys everywhere I go because I'm paranoid I keep lookin' over my shoulder and peepin' around corners My mind is playin' tricks on me [Verse 3: Scarface] Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doin' dope Can't keep a steady hand, because I'm nervous Every Sunday morning I'm in service Prayin' for forgiveness And tryin' to find an exit out the business I know the Lord is lookin' at me But yet and still, it's hard for me to feel happy I often drift when I drive Havin' fatal thoughts of suicide Bang and get it over with And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit I got a little boy to look after And if I die, then my child'll be a bastard I had a woman down with me But to me it seemed like she was down to get me She helped me out in this shit But to me she was just another bitch Now she's back with her mother Now I'm realizing that I love her Now I'm feelin' lonely My mind is playin' tricks on me [Verse 4: Bushwick Bill] This year, Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin' Robbin' little kids for bags 'Til a lawman got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace Took a look back and he was right before our face He'd be in for a squabble, no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth He was goin' down, we figured But this wasn't no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now that's the nigga I be seein' in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Droppin' them motherfuckin' B's on him The more I swung, the more blood flew Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too Then I felt just like a fiend It wasn't even close to Halloween It was dark as fuck on the streets My hands were all bloody from punchin' on the concrete Goddamn, homie! My mind is playin' tricks on me

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P.I.M.P.

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50 Cent

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[Produced by Mr. Porter] [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty) [Verse 1] Now, Shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her, 'cause they want her I spit a little G, man, and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me 'cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some head I'm that nigga tryna holla 'cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P (P!) [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me (Woo!) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Me) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Bridge] I'm 'bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P [Verse 2] Girl, we could pop some Champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl, we could have it all We could really splurge, girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve 'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't 'bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (Now, Shorty) [Verse 3] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper Man, this ho, you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know This ain't no secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch 'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six Ho, make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick [Chorus] I don't know what you heard about me (Yeah) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Woo!) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (Huh-uh) That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P I don't know what you heard about me (Huh-uh) But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me (Yeah) No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P [Outro] Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no b'ness like show b'ness" In the hood they say, "There's no b'ness like ho b'ness", you know? They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch Ha-ha-ha, yeah

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The Food

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Common

{"Kanye West"}

[Intro: Common] Yeah! It's been a long time comin' You know what they say Kanye Slow motion better than no motion [Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!) [Verse 1: Common] You love to hear the story, again and again About these young brothers, from the City of Wind Like juice and gin, in the city we blend Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em Felt the Southside venom in raw hides and denim Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims We livin' in, my man in the fast lane pivotin' On the block white is selling like Eminem On the block it jump off like Kim and 'em On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then Shorties get the game but no instructions to assemblin' Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dim in 'em Call my man Cuzo, like I'm kin to him He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him [Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!) [Verse 2: Common] It's all good in the hood, like rats in gyms Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims Whether on ball courts or tires of all sorts We never fall short, with us it's all Force like Air 1's Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for Cats is colder than four below, with self I go toe to toe Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go Though I know the dough I got to bring back to the ghetto Arrows on tarot cards pointin' to the grind Po' livin' in more prisons, pointin' to my mind, shine the light up Clench my fists tight, holdin' the right up Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter Situations, and jaws get tighter My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon! [Chorus: Kanye West] I walked in the crib, got two kids And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!) So I had to did, what I had to did 'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!) I'm up all night, getting my money right Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!) Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!) [Bridge: Kanye West] I, I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, no I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me [Verse 3: Common] Yeah, I break bread with thieves and pastors, OGs and masters Emcees and actors that seize and capture Moments like the camcorder You ain't killin' it, yo that's manslaughter Though paper can't change a man's aura It can feed a man's daughter I stand for the blue collar, on the side makin' a few dollars Like Sam Jack they maneuver through drama like [Bridge: Kanye West] I, I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, no I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, I know I could make it right If I could just swallow my pride But I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me I, no I can't let it ride No, no, not tonight See I can't run away or put my gun away You can't front on me

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Ready to Die

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The Notorious B.I.G.

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[Intro: Puff Daddy] Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker? We gonna kill your ass, kill your ass I'm ready [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage Biggie Smalls the savage, doing your brain cells much damage Teflon is the material for the imperial Mic ripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive the Q -45, Glocks and TECs are expected when I wreck shit Respect is collected, so check it I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G I'm ready to die and nobody can save me Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl My life is played out like a Jheri curl, I'm ready to die! [Chorus] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks A big bad motherfucker on the wrong road I got some drugs, tried to get the avenue sold I want it all from the Rolexes to the Lexus Getting paid is all I expected My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck? Now I've got a Glock making motherfuckers duck Shit is real and hungry's how I feel I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal Kickin' niggas down the steps just for rep Any repercussion lead to niggas getting wet The infrared's at your head real steady You better grab your guns 'cause I'm ready [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready I'm ready to die Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Nah we ain't gonna kill your ass yet, we gonna make you suffer [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] In a sec, I throw the TEC to your fucking neck Everybody hit the deck, Biggie 'bout to get some rec Quick to leave you in a coffin for slick talkin You better act like CeCe and keep on walkin' When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat You swung a left, you swung a right, you fell to the concrete Your face, my feet, they meet with stompin' I'm rippin' MCs from Tallahassee to Compton Biggie Smalls on a higher plane Niggas say I'm strange, deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain Make your shit splatter Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter After the hit, leave you on the street with your neck slit Down your backbone to where your motherfucking'shit drip The shit I kick, ripping through the vest Biggie Smalls passing any test, I'm ready to die! [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Yes, I'm ready Yes, I'm ready I'm ready Yes, I'm ready Time to go, we gon put you out your misery motherfucker Niggas definitely know what time it is (Yes, I'm ready) The Notorious one in full effect for '93 (Yes, I'm ready) Uhh, uhh Yes, I'm ready Suicidal, I'm ready! So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die Yes, I'm ready So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die [Outro: Puff Daddy] Now I lay me down to sleep (Yeah) Pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take 'Cause I'm ready to die (I'm ready, I'm ready) All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to (I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) Biggie Smalls the biggest man (I'm Ready) Rocking on and on in '93, Easy Mo Bee Third Eye and the rest of the Bad Boy fam I don't wanna see no crying at my funeral

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Now or Never

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The Roots

{"Dice Raw",Phonte}

[Hook: Dice Raw] Everything's changing around me And I want to change too It's one thing I know It ain't cool being no fool I feel different today I don't know what else to say But I'ma get my shit together It's now or never (Now or never, now or never) (Now or never, now or never) [Verse 1: Black Thought] Uhh, I'm sick, sick of waiting in vain, tired of playing the game Thinking of making a change, finally breaking the chains Every phase, every happening craze When it's said and done, my head is right back in a haze I'm ready for the next chapter and page to start acting my age And part ways with Black Thought from back in the days I'm stargazing from the back of the stage Questioning if who y'all praise is worthy of praise What's the phrase "bygones is bygones?" Niggas who used to be the underdogs is icons People say the light shines once in a lifetime Is this midlife kind a crisis a little bit like mine? I'm thinking not now but right now I need some kinda sign that the future is bright now I fuck around, do the right thing like Spike now The quick and the dead, which one is my lookalike now? I'm moving ahead [Hook: Dice Raw] Everything's changing around me And I want to change too It's one thing I know It ain't cool being no fool I feel different today I don't know what else to say But I'ma get my shit together It's now or never (Now or never, now or never) (Now or never, now or never) [Verse 2: Phonte] Yo, opportunities lost because I blew them On the sunniest days of my life, I cried through them Mom was out the picture, and pops, I barely knew him And I would pray to God but I'm tired of lying to him Tired of tryna run from the things inside of us Got a lot of fam and a lot of admirers Who tell me that I should aspire to be changed But when I think of changing, it's like, 'Why even try this shit?' My mind hazy and my thoughts, they get distorted I know my good and bad deeds both get recorded You do right so your soul can last But my role is cast before I even audition for it So I don't really see an end to my vice It's just false reformation, no end of my strife Feel the evil overpowering, you can go ahead, throw the towel in Cause nigga, that's the end of the fight When you can only see the tunnel at the end of the light Lights out, party over, it's the end of your life And I'm out [Hook: Dice Raw] Everything's changing around me And I want to change too It's one thing I know It ain't cool being no fool I feel different today I don't know what else to say But I'ma get my shit together It's now or never (Now or never, now or never) (Now or never, now or never) [Verse 3: Dice Raw] When I look into the mirror and see my own image It feel like there's something else far in the distance Something I wanna see, but something that's resistant And every day, the haunting is growing more persistent I never noticed it before, but now I can't miss it And the constant pounding's driving me ballistic I ran from it for years, but it's still next to me And it's growing stronger, taking even less of me I can't fight it now, I know it's just destiny And I just wonder what's gon' happen when it catches me Will it leave me face down in the Chesapeake? Or will it just start bringing out the best in me? But is the best in me really just the worst in me? And if so, yesterday could be my anniversary In sinner's court, sip port and have church with me I'm trying to get rid of these ghosts that's cursing me I'm feeling change is an absolute certainty Cause what's going on is a state of emergency [Hook: Dice Raw] Everything's changing around me And I want to change too It's one thing I know It ain't cool being no fool I feel different today I don't know what else to say But I'ma get my shit together It's now or never It's now or never

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More Reasons

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Cam'ron

{"Cam\\'ron",Jaheim}

[Intro: Cam'ron & Girl] Oh this is my *beep* The reason that we here, shut the *beep* up man The reason that we here, *beep* you can't sing You shut the *beep* up, what can you do? We been ridin' in this car for 5 hours What you gonna do? I ain't doing *beep*, I'm gon' ride this car But I'ma tell you a story though, let me you somethin'... [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance y'all, or electric boogie I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I gave Cookie nuggies, with the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, these KangaROOS are Velcro (Know I kept a little two dollars in the zipper part, right there) Timberland moccasins, dimes in them penny loafers A-train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess Not golf but like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid on an earth this big? You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live Back then I played for Gauchos, went over the Riverside Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside Blood played for Stone Gym That's when I told him and Jim We ain't balling for real, where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome rims? That's when you changing lanes Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain Change the game, and not naming names But 'caine fame's like Dana Dane's (cocaine) (?) for lifers, the TEC kept us righteous 'Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle merger Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple Carters And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Every Friday, 'cross the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker [Chorus: Jaheim] Get the whips, the kicks, and clothes (All of the reasons) So we can get with the models (all of the reasons) And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know, all of the reasons why we chase the dough (All of the reasons) Get the whips, the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models (all of the reasons) And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you know, all of the reasons why we chase the dough [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Killa! Uhh I'm that nigga man, let me break it down real simple for y'all Uhh, listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious (very) You have various leases All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches Chics, Cherry and Peaches They had cherry deheaters If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer Ithaca, Indica, hydro, Y-O Haze on delivery, live hoes, five fo' But kept the fo'-five, for wise guys with eyes low Pick me up from fo'-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo My crews' the triad, Zeek, Santana, Capo! But they some slimmies who Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe Next day velour sweatsuit, construction Timmy boots Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you You drinkin' Henny too Coupe color is Winnie Pooh And they skinny who, they had my favorite rum Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump Shout Che Che La Funk, he keep the K in pump He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump The way they running I GUESS they could relate to Gump Forrest, that is [Chorus: Jaheim] (All of the reasons) Get the whips, the kicks, and clothes (all of the reasons) So we can get with the models (all of the reasons) And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow (All of the reasons) Now you know, all of the reasons why we chase the dough

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Still Ballin’ Nitty Remix

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2Pac

{"Trick Daddy"}

[Intro: 2Pac] Straight motherfuckin' ballin' Part 2, Still Ballin' Westside! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now, ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin' Ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga Up before the sun rise, quicker than a drug dealer Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up, WESTSIDE! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed For all my homies in the pen', many peers dead; nigga, still ballin' [Chorus: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)] Still ballin' until I die (Until I die) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' (I be ballin') Niggas wonder why (They wonder why) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand When these guns involved, I become a dangerous man Ain't crazy or deranged, I'm sayin' (I'm sayin') But when these kids go to spray 'em, boy, won't be playin' With clientele, any rhyme sells Question is: will you fuck-niggas ride for real, huh? Bitch nigga, this is G-rated Plus your homeboy won't make it, street game Fugazi I'm elevated to the top of this shit Done fucked around and put me and 2Pac on the bitch And you can tell 'em "Thug Life" was the reason for this And I ride for any nigga who believe in the shit; still ballin' [Chorus: 2Pac] 'Til the day I die You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin', niggas wonder why You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' [Verse 3: 2Pac] Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page Shot to death, bullets to the head Niggas holla out my name and it's similar to rain Motherfuckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to their graves Watch! Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound ‘Cause Trick don't give a fuck Where you coward niggas now? Blast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin' Busters thought we was frontin' So reload and keep dumpin'; still ballin' [Chorus: 2Pac & (Trick Daddy)] (I'm still ballin') 'til the day I die ('til I die) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' (I be ballin') Niggas wonder why (They wonder why) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin' 'til the day I die (Still ballin') You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin', niggas wonder why (Tell 'em!) You can bring your crew, but we remain true, motherfucker Still ballin', until the day I die (Thug life), still ballin' Motherfucker, still ballin' Straight motherfuckin' ballin'

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Like a Pimp

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David Banner

{"Lil Flip"}

[Chorus: Pimp C & Lil Flip] Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp!) Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp!) Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' [Verse 1: Lil Flip] By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor Niggas dressed in suits trickin' all they dough Me? I'm a pimp, I ain't paying for no sex Man I'd rather buy a car or a new Rolex 'Cause I got street fame so hoes flock like birds I got one holdin' the weed, I got one holdin' the syrup When I hit the club, I'ma be with David Banner A thug ass nigga with bad table manners We act bad, my nigga what is y'all saying? Like when we walk inside clubs niggas hold they gal hand Cause they know we run trains (choo! choo!) all night How could your gal leave me and be with you all night? But it's all right, cause you know we don't kiss Like Too Short said, "Bitches ain't shit" I tried to told ya that most girls really freaks And this is how they got to make they money every week [Chorus: Pimp C & Lil Flip] Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp!) Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp!) Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' [Verse 2: David Banner] Step into club lookin' just like a pimp We got cash, so we screaming out "shake some' bitch!" This is your song, tell the DJ put it on Michael Tyler made you shake and Sisqo made you show your thong Bitch I'm dead wrong, been playa from the crib So get out on the floor girl and get it how you live And since you so hot, fuck it, show your pussy lips You go to Tougaloo, but I know you still flip Bitch, don't trip! Ain't a damn thing changed I still love my queen but bitches hip me to the game So if you gotta ho, shake 'em up and let it go, yeah And let them girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Like a pimp, yeah [Chorus: Pimp C & Lil Flip] Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp!) Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' (Like a pimp!) Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' Real girls get down on the flo', on the flo' [Verse 3: Lil Flip] Now don't you hate them old Lying ass hoes? Smiling in your face Wearing her best friend's clothes I suppose they like the way me and Banner pimp You can catch us at Pappadeaux eating steak and shrimp [Verse 4: David Banner] Or you can catch us at E&J's pouring it up Flip whipping Caddy trucks Girls licking my nuts We some Southside pimps And we ain't giving a fuck Poke your girl up in the throat And make her swallow the nut [Verse 5: Lil Flip] We make em swallow the nut, so Follow the truck: Lil Flip and David Banner We got all of the bucks, and All of they sluts and all of the hoes So drop it like it's hot, girl Touch your fucking toes [Verse 6: David Banner & Lil Flip] Go on, touch your toes, and Make me a roll and go on - hit the mall And buy me some clothes, mane And if your boy trip, I'mma bust a clip Y'all bitches can't fuck with me and Lil Flip, nigga [Outro: Lil Flip] Nigga. nigga Yeah, nigga This for the real money makers out there, you know? Get yo mother fucking money Don't worry bout the next nigga Get yo mother fucking money Get yo mother fucking money nigga Uh get your money

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It’s Been a Long Time

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Rakim

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[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Premier] “It’s been a long time” (x4) “Rakim… the microphone soloist” [Verse 1: Rakim] Follow procedures, the crowd couldn’t wait to see this Nobody been this long-awaited since Jesus Who wouldn’t believe this? I heard the word on the street is I’m still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of So I made some more to put the New World in Order With mathematics, put your status above the average And help you rappers make paragraphs with graphics ‘Cause new days is dawnin', new ways of performin' Brainstormin', I write and watch the night turn to mornin' On and on and, I got the whole world respondin' Rock, I keep it hot, blow the spot without warnin' The emperor well-known for inventin' a sentence full of adventure Turnin' up the temperature Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again To be in the state of mind that Rakim is in? [Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Premier] “It’s been a long time” “Rakim… the microphone soloist” “It’s been a long time” (x2) “Rakim” [Verse 2: Rakim] When I’m out proppin', either hangin' or shoppin' People see me, stop and ask me when the album droppin' The wait is over, in formation like a soldier Like I told ya; greater, stronger, now that I’m older I broke the code of silence with overloads of talents My only challenge is not to explode in violence I’m Asiatic, and blazin' microphones' a habit At least once durin' the course of a day — it’s automatic In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian pharaoh Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow Allah’s monotony, so far, they can’t stop me You know Ra want property like Muammar Gaddafi More thoughts than Bibles, recitals taught disciples A sawed-off mic, so words scatter like a rifle Thoughts that’s trifle, I’m bustin' these for you Aye yo, technical difficulties is through [Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Premier] “It’s been a long time” “Rakim… the microphone soloist” “It’s been a long time” “Rakim… the microphone soloist” “It’s been a long time” “Rakim… the microphone soloist” “It’s been a long time” (x2) [Verse 3: Rakim] When I flow tonight, I'll show ‘em new heights I go to write They know I strike with new prototypes to blow the mic Critics and biters don’t know where my source of light is Still leave authors and writers with arthritis Cursed kids like the pyramids when they found the style First to ever let a rhyme flow down the Nile The rebirth of hip-hop’ll be dropped now ‘Cause the crowd didn’t hear the original in a while So be alarmed, what you ‘bout to see is the bomb Like 3D in ‘Nam, vivid like CD-Rom Info kept like internet.com My notebook’s my bond like the Holy Quran Since I came in the door, said it before But, no, I ain’t down with Eric B. no more At night, the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme So, yo, I’m online, it’s been a long time [Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Premier] “It’s been a long time” (x2) “Rakim… the microphone soloist” “It’s been a long time” “Rakim… the microphone soloist” “It’s been a long time” (x5)

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Dont Sweat the Technique

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Eric B. & Rakim

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[Hook] Don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique [Verse 1] Let's trace the hits and check the file Let's see who bit to detect the style I flip the script so they can't get foul At least not now, it'll take a while I change the pace to complete the beat I drop the bass 'til MCs get weak For every word they trace, it's a scar they keep 'Cause when I speak, they freak to sweat the technique I made my debut in '86 With a melody and a President's mix And now I stay on target and refuse to miss And I still make hits with beats Parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps My underground sound vibrates the streets MCs wanna beef, then I play for keeps When they sweat the technique [Hook] Don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique [Verse 2] They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped and wrecked But researchers never found all the pieces yet Scientists try to solve the context Philosophers are wondering what's next Pieces are took to labs to observe 'em They couldn't absorb 'em, they didn't deserve 'em My ideas are only for the audience's ears For my opponents, it might take years Pencils and pens are swords Letters put together from a key to chords I'm also a sculpture, formed with structure Because of my culture, I'm equipped to construct the Technical styles that'll be full of technology Complete sights and new heights after I get deep You don't have to speak, just seek And peep the technique [Hook] Never sweat the technique [Verse 3] I speak indiscreet 'cause talk is cheap Then I get deep in the beat then complete the Poem's physique, never weak or obsolete They never grow old, techniques become antiques Better then something brand new 'cause it's real And in a while the style’ll have much more value Classical, too intelligent to be radical Masterful, never irrelevant, mathematical Here's some soothing souvenirs For all the years, you fought and sought the thoughts and ideas It's cool when you freak to the beat But don't sweat the technique [Hook] Never sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique

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Trying to Find a Balance

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Atmosphere

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[Intro] They love the taste of blood Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it Maybe they're as evil as they seem Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic Atmosphere finally made a good record Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cincy "Get real", they tell me If only they knew how real this life really gets They would stop acting like a silly bitch They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it [Verse 1] Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man Hello ma'am, would you be interested In some sexual positions and emotional investments See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be asking, "Yo where did all the passion go?" East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh Somebody give me a big yes God bless America, but she stole the B from Bless (and kept it) Now I'm too fucked up to dance So I'mma sit with my hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps [Chorus] In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance [Verse 2] So now I keep a close eye on my pets Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and scents It's eat, sleep, fuck, and self-defense So straight you can set your clocks and place bets Wait, let's prey on the blind, deaf, dumb, dead Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hand Yeah, I got some last words, fuck all of ya'll Stop writing raps and go play volleyball Gotta journey the world in a hurry Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury Guilty of dropping these bombs in the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive, that's why I'm killing 'em Guilty of setting my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium [Chorus] In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God or they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance [Outro] Now all my friends are famous It's either one thing or another They all don't know what my name is Probably know both of my brothers The one is a hard workin' savior The other's a hard workin' soldier I'm just your next-door neighbor Working hard at tryin' to stay sober You wait for the car at the corner Pretend like you know what the plot is Won't quit till I hit California And make you my Golden State goddess

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Juice Know the Ledge

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Eric B. & Rakim

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[Produced by Eric B] [Verse 1] Sip the juice, I got enough to go around And the thought takes place Uptown I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk And then taught to hawk New York I go to Queens for queens, then get the crew from Brooklyn Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken Go Uptown in The Bronx to Boogie Down Get Strong on the Island, recoup and lay around Time to build my juice back up Props stack up, suckers get smacked up Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out Shakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Breakin' 'em up, rakin' 'em up Standin' on shaky ground too close to the edge Let's see if I Know the Ledge [Verse 2] Corner's triflin' 'cause shorty's here I get cock-D liftin' forties of beer Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased If I get revenge, then they rest in peace Somebody gotta suffer, I just might spare one And give a brother a fair one Stay alert and on P's, and I do work with these like Hercules Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw 'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype when night fall Smooth, but I move like an army Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me Puttin' brothers to rest like Eliot Ness 'Cause I don't like stress Streets ain't the place for innocent bystanders to stand Nothing's gonna stop the plan I'll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro Black Gambino, die like a hero Livin' on shaky grounds, too close to the edge Let's see if I Know the Ledge [Verse 3] Shells lay around on the battleground Dead bodies are found throughout the town Try to put shame in my game to make a name I'mma put it on a bullet, put it in your brain Rip the block like a buckshot Who cares where it goes? Just keep the casket closed No remorse when a life is lost I paid my dues, paid the cost And my pockets are still fat Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome mat Even if my crew asleep, I'm one deep I attract attention, people like to peep So come say hi to the bad guy Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die 'Cause I get loose and I got troops, and crazy juice In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini Hang out with Smith and Wess', don't try to play me I'm at war a lot, like Anwar Sadat But no warnin' shot, my gun is warm a lot When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear Areas in fear 'cause this here's severe Livin' life too close to the edge Hopin' that I Know the Ledge [Verse 4] A brand new morn', no time to yawn Shower's on, power's on Late for school, I catch the train Girls sip the style and whisper my name I push up like an exercise Check they intellect and inspect the thighs Select the best one, pull her to the side Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride Read her my résumé, she know already? Cool Just meet me after school We can moan and groan until your moms come home And you'll be callin' me Al "Dope" Capone Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice 'Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety 'Cause a lot of niggas hate me Comin' out of the building, they set me up Sprayed with automatics, they wet me up In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge I guess I didn't Know the Ledge

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Microphone Fiend

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Eric B. & Rakim

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[Verse: Rakim] I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated 'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all" They tried to take it and say that I'm too small Cool 'cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug then I jet Back to the lab without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To this the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a cravin' like I fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm ragin', rippin' up the stage and Don't it sound amazin' 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, 'cause it's sort of an addiction Magnetized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in The mic is a Drano, volcanoes eruptin' Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin' Everything is written in the cold, so it can coincide My thoughts to guide Forty eight tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend, Rakim Spread the word 'cause I'm in E-F-F-E-C-T, a smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem, I got a habit You can't solve it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hyper tone that's thorough when I fiend for a microphone like heroin Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix Give me a stage and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of Unawareness, beware, it's the re animatora menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin' You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiendin' for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend After twelve, I'm worse than a Gremlin Feed me hip-hop and I start tremblin' The thrill of suspense is intense, you're horrified But this ain't the cinemas of ,'Tales From the Darkside' By any means necessary, this is what has to be done Make way 'cause here I come My DJ cuts material, grand imperial It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me It's inherited, it runs in the family I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack Now I don't wanna have to let off, you should of kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, step off Ladies and gentleman, you're about to see A pastime hobby about to be Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm Hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, somethin' you can't smoke More than dope, you're tryin' to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I'm the remainder So close your eyes and hold your breath And I'ma hit you with the blow of death Before you go, you'll remember you seen The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend [Outro] The microphone fiend The microphone fiend The microphone fiend

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Not Yet Free

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The Coup

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[Verse 1 - Boots] In this land I can't stand or sit And not get shit thrown up in my face A brother never gets his props I'm doing bellyflops at the department of waste And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice looking hard I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me There'll be no feet making tracks here instead of me But I can't disregard just what the news says to me I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task My relationship with OPD has been like one big dis Long arm of the law grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss Oh, I forgot, ain't even got a pot to do it in Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in This web is made of money made of greed made of me Of what I have become in a parasite economy [Verse 2 - E-Roc] In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain Of a brother who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind Of a sister who's a hooker, got to sell her behind Desperation makes a brotha get a little more bold The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank Can I get my crew together, pull a move on a bank? I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky Now my dream and aspirations go from single to whole As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat (One two three) everybody get a gat [Verse 3 - Boots] Ahhhhhh yeah Niggas, thugs, dope dealers and pimps Basketball players, rap stars, and simps That's what little black boys are made of Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your neck Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check That's what little black girls are made of But if we're made of that who made us And what can we do to change us The oppressor tries to tame us Here's a foot for his anus! Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers It was evident the President didn't like us Assassination attempts, I'd root for the snipers My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was Well, she was wrong cause I knew what a right was And a left and an uppercut, too I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue

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Got Ur Self a...

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Nas

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[Produced by Megahertz] [Intro: Alabama 3 & Nas] Woke up this mornin' (Yeah) You got yourself a gun (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got yourself a gun [Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3] Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines, so I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun [Verse 1: Nas] My first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome, I'm crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine Tattoo's real, with "God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap You saw me in Belly with thoughts like that To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames could huddle, your team's shook Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads, apparel But the QB don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast 'cause y'all all soft And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in It's for the hood by the corner store Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody [Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3] I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun, yo [Verse 2: Nas] I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R And if I wasn't, I must've been Escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed, hair parted with a Barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life, it's Return of the golden child, son of a blues player So who are you, player? Y'all awaited the true savior Puffin' that tropical, cups of that vodka, too Papi chu's, tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps You Judas thought I was gone, so in light of my death Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos Call me God's Son with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo This is NASDAQ though, in my Nascar, with this Nas flow What could beat that? Not a soul reppin' Hit the record store, never let me go, get my whole collection, yo [Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3] I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun [Verse 3: Nas] It's the return of the prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft Sip Cris', get chips, wrist glist', I floss Stick shift look sick up in that Boxster Porsche With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go Where he rest at, where he shop at and dress at Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge? Does he really know how ill that he is? Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter Keepin' it gangsta with ya (Uh) [Chorus: Nas & Alabama 3] I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun [Outro: Nas & Alabama 3] Got yourself a gun (Uh) I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun

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A Life in the Day of Benjamin André Incomplete

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OutKast

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[Verse] I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga, right" But you gave me your number anyway, you were on the talcum Powder—how's about them oranges? Moved away from home to school with big plans By day, studied the history of music By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance To get your pants was a Mission Impo–ssible We were both the same age, but I Suppose, wasn't on the same page, but in The same book of life, so I'd page you when I felt you that were getting off of work Or either when you're on your way to school We started hanging like Ernie and Bert And in my idle head, I'm thinking, "Cool" Just when I think I'm going down your shirt You're hiking up your skirt now The events that followed had me volley If your hometown would be Heaven or Hell The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best Therefore, hard to tell You'd drop me off by the Dungeon Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering "Now, are these niggas in this house up to something? Selling crack, sack by sack, so they could function?" W-W-Well, yes and no Yes, we were selling it, but no, it wasn't blow Cook it in the basement, then move it at a show Then grab the microphone, and everybody yelled, "Ho!" Meanwhile, the video starts playing BET, college radio, and a van Packed full of niggas with a blunt in their hand And one in they ear—you know what I'm saying, but I kept your number in my old phone Got a new chip-flip with the roam-roam So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits But I promised I would call you when I got home, but When I got home, I never did By the time I did, heard that you'd had a kid By some nigga in Decatur who replied, "See you later" When he got the good news—that's life, shit Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque, but I'm living with my Pop-Pop So I got a Glock and a LoJack Yeah, kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw And never said much, 'cause half of what he saw Was so far from that place you wanna be That words only fucked it up more; follow me Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at? Now if I'm losing you, tell me, then I'll double back But keep in mind: At the time, "Keep it real" was the phrase Silly when said now, but those were the days When Spring Break and Daytona And Freakniks made you wanna Drop out of college and never go back Move to the South, but that ain't a Kodak Moment, on went myself and Big Bo— Well, you knew hm as "'Twan" That's right—you were around before this shit begun Well 'Twan had a daughter and Sorta was made to mature before the first tour We hit the road like Jack Laughed and cried and drive it back with some 'gnac Girls used to say, "Y'all talk funny. Y'all from the islands?" And I'd laugh, and they'd just keep smiling "No, I'm from Atlanta, baby, he from Savannah, maybe We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down; hey, we Gotta go because the bus is pulling out in thirty minutes" She's playing tennis, disturbing the tenants Fifteen-love, fit like glove Description is like fifteen doves In a jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost Making one woozy in the head and comatose—agree? Enough about me, how's about you? How's the lil' kid? She was about two the last time we spoke I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink 'Cause I'd start the second album off on another note; now— That note threw some niggas in the hood off But see, I'd balled out, and 'fore I'd fall out I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed The brain was that fried egg, I might need New direction was apparent I was a child looking at the floor, staring So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street To make bread, never primary concern Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn I'd meet Muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas And macaroni niggas: "impastas" So on a trip to New York on some beeswax I get invited to a club where emcees at And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with Which I was rocking at the time When I was going through them phases trying to find Anything that seemed real in the world Still searching, but I started liking this girl Now, you know her as Erykah "On & On" Badu Call Tyrone on the phone, "Why you Do that girl like that, boy? You ought to be ashamed" The song wasn't about me, and that ain't my name Were young, in love; in short, we had fun No regrets, no abortion, had a son By the name of Seven And he's five; by the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six You do the 'rithmetic, me do the language arts Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded; we throw the darts To poke you in the heart and take you from the start To when luxury transportation meant a MARTA card Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays' mama Or her daddy let her borrow the Benz, because she smart Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor And he sells you that Rabbit that's been sitting in his yard You fix it up, you trick it out You give it rims, you give it bump You give it all your time because that's all you can think about And that's as far as I got (*music fades*) [Radio Interview] "And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go, knowing, the whole summer, that's all you could think about. Even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up, you need a jump, like you need and you want to grow, and you change all the time. So that Rabbit that you thought about that whole summer—the next summer, you didn't want that Rabbit no more. You wanted something bigger and better." "So the summer passed and now the Rabbit's old?" "Right... right, so now you want a Cadillac..."

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Shine Blockas

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Big Boi

{"Gucci Mane"}

[Intro: Big Boi and Gucci Mane] Yeah! All the ladies say "Ho!" All the hoes say... Hahaha Ha, ha, ha, Gucci! Here we go A-Town, C-Port Cutmaster Swift down your throat Shawty Boi, stop! [Verse 1: Big Boi] Sir Lucious Left Foot's on fire Tryna block my shine just ain't gon' happen, so don't try (Boi) Every time I get on this microphone, I like to spit Inking hit up after hit, this penmanship is so legit I came equipped like a prophylactic, now they riding dicks Like styling on these suckers out here tryna buy they bitch Now they rich, try convince everybody to trick off But a true boss done paid the cost, she giving away them drawers Word to the brown, James, he some chicken chow mein Really, mayne, you done said the silly things And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed and claimed a dame Hey, my main thang got my last name, yah dah dah mean? Ha, ha, ha, ha [Hook: Gucci Mane] I—I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty (What?) Hold up, hold up, guess who just showed up? Rolled up, Rolls cut', drop with the doors up I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty Wait a minute (Wait a minute), chill a little, sit a minute I can't close my safe no more, 'cause I got too much money in it [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] They put Gucci in a cell, then Madea went to jail (Well damn) I make music, I make movies, I make Tyler Perry sales Loud smell coming out the Lamb, fuck it, what the hell Gucci Mane, so I'm Gucci'd down, she got on Chanel (Chanel) In the cut, rolling stupid kush like I'm in a rush In the club with a half a pound, hunnid-fifty blunts Zone 6, East Atlanta's own, fuck with me the long...(Gucci) So I shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on (Brr, brr, brr, brr) On the block with my stupid watch, boy, you need to stop When I stop, everybody watch, car don't have a top (Nyoom) In a stretch, cost a stupid check, roll another pack (Racks) And I'm gone, I can't even flex; Eastside, where you at? It's Gucci! [Hook: Gucci Mane] I—I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty (What?) Hold up (Hold up), guess who just showed up? Rolled up, Rolls cut', drop with the doors up I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute I can't close my safe no more, 'cause I got too much— [Verse 3: Big Boi] Can't be tripping 'bout no paper 'cause the safe is not so safe The piggy bank got legs and feet And can get up and walk away, shawty With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray Like the backside of a skunk, in the stash house with the pump Pistol grip in my lap at all times in the 'Lac From Atlanta to Savannah, can't a nigga stop that Not when God's got his hands on me, only the strong surviving The weak-minded are falling by the wayside, they try But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed With success, there comes a great responsibility We chose to lead, not follow; it's a hard pill to swallow Better get prescriptions filled 'cause there might not be tomorrow Ha, ha, ha, ha [Hook: Gucci Mane] I—I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty (What?) Hold up (Hold up), guess who just showed up? Rolled up, Rolls cut', drop with the doors up I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute (Chill) I can't close my safe no more, 'cause I got too much money in it [Outro: Big Boi & Gucci Mane] Ha, ha Yeah, yeah, y—yeah Ugh, A-Town representer Hol—Hol—Hold up East Point, College Park Decatur Yeah! I got my armor on, sword and shield on deck Yeah!

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Purple

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Nas

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[Intro] Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh [Verse 1] The whole city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it It's just an intro, hate it or love it, like it, bump it or dump it Write it, across the stomach spell "God son" Life is like a jungle, black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible? A thug dies, another step inside his shoes And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple [Break] Light it, light it, uhh Yeah… light it up Light it up, uhh [Verse 2] Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama Everything you into is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryna be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground, but you Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you, but behind your back, they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes Whose sons you killed and you ain't got a cut on your face? Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars holdin' a mirror Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya Weed smoke, three tokes, nigga, pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple [Break] Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh Light it up… light it up, light it up, uhh Uhh… uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh [Verse 3] These hot-headed youngsters always get into trouble Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin' When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin' Instead of movin' forward to blow up, so what's the science? People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd And on the ground's a young soldier with meat hangin' out him Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'? Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in? It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots Photograph pictures of suspect faces It's usually two or three niggas who innocent But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch A divide-and-fall strategy, they aren't fair I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me This is how I escape the madness Too much of anything'll hurt you, so my state of mind's all purple

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The Coolest

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Lupe Fiasco

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[Intro] The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what [Chorus] The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young History as The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what [Verse 1] I love the Lord But sometimes, it's like that I love me more I love the peace, and I love the war I love the seas, and I love the shore No love for no beach; baby, that's law But she doesn't see, therefore I spoil I trick, I fall, run up in raw I love her with all my heart Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged With every flower that I ever took apart She said that she would give me greatness, status Placement above the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams The purpose of our scene, an obscene obsession for the bling She would be my queen, I could be her king, together She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure, ever again And if the rain stops, and everything's dry She would cry just so I can drink the tears from her eyes She'd teach me how to fly, even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall and I plummet from the sky But she will keep me high, and if I ever die She would commission monuments on her bosom to him Or maybe she'd retire as well A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell, and I'll be [Chorus] The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young History as The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what [Verse 2] And so began our reign The Trinity: Her and I, Caine No weatherman could ever stand when her and I came Hella hard; umbrella, whatever, put plywood over Pella panes And pray to God that the flood subside 'Cause you gon' need a sub 'til he does reply And not one of Jared's, you think it's all arid And everyt'ing's irie, another supply That means another July inside my endless summer That was just the eye of the Unger—Felix 'Cause he is the cleanest amongst the Younger outstanding achieving up-and-comers The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas But not well enough to keep 'em from us The ones that were fighting in class, who might not pass Rap record-pressured to laugh at a life not fast "Can you feel it?" That's what I got asked "Do I love her?" Said, "I don't know" Streets got my heart, game got my soul One time missing sunshine will never hurt your soul Quote to a crying, dishonored baby mama Who's the mama to a daughter that I had fathered from afar My new lady gave me a Mercedes And a necklace with a solid gold key like the starter of a car The opener of a door, or two pounds of raw You gave me a baby, but what about lately? Then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd, right up in her face, G There's more fish in the sea, I'm on my mission to be, be [Chorus] The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what Lord please have sympathy And forgive Michael Young History as The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what The coolest nigga, what, the coolest nigga, what [Verse 3] Come, these are the tales of The Cool Guaranteed to go and make you fail from your school And seek unholy grails like a fool And hang with the players of the pool Fast-talking on the hustle No Heaven up above you, no Hell underneath ye And no one will receive thee So shed no tear when we're not here And keep your faith as we chase The Cool [Outro] (Cool!)

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Penny for a Thought

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Saul Williams

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Cancel the apocalypse! Cartons of the milky way with pictures of a missing planet Last seen in pursuit of an American dream This fool actually thinks he can drive his hummer on the moon Blasting DMX off the soundtrack of a South Park cartoon Niggas used to buy their families out of slavery Now we buy chains and links, smokes and drinks They're paying me to record this, even more if you hear it Somebody tell me what you think I should do with the money Yes, friend, tell me what you think I should do with the money Exactly how much is it gonna cost to free Mumia? What's he gonna do with his freedom? Talk on the radio? Radio programming is just that - a brain washed and gleamed of purpose To be honest, some freedom of speech makes me nervous And you, looking for another martyr in the form of a man Hair like a mane with an outstretched hand In a world of harsh thoughts, reactionary defensiveness, and counter-intelligence What exactly is innocence? Fuck it, I do believe in the existence of police brutality Who do I make checks payable to? (How 'bout I pay you in prayers?) A young child stares at a glowing screen, transfixed by tales of violence His teenage father tells him that *that*'s life, not that Barney shit A purple dinosaur that speaks of love, a black man that speaks of blood Which one is keeping it real, son? Who manufactured your steel, son? Hardcore, ancient elements at the earth's core Fuck it, I'mma keep speaking 'til my throat soars An emcee told a crowd of hundreds To put their hands in the air An armed robber stepped to a bank and told everyone To put their hands in the air A Christian minister gives his benediction while the congregation Hold their hands in the air Love the image of the happy Buddha With his hands in the air Hands up if you're confused. Define tomorrow Your belief system ain't louder than my car system Nigga walked down my block with his rottweiler, a subwoofer on a leash Each one teach one The DJ spins a new philosophy into a barren mind I can't front on it My head nods as if to clear the last image from an etch-a-sketch Something like Rakim said: I could quote any emcee, but why should I? How would it benefit me? Karmic repercussions Are your tales of reality worth their sonic laced discussions? Suddenly, the ground shivers and quakes A newborn startles and wakes Her mother rushes to her bed side to hold her to her breast Milk of sustenance heals and nourishes From the depths of creation life still flourishes Yet we focus on death and destruction, violence, corruption My people, let Pharaoh go What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out? What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out? What have you bought into? How much will it cost to buy you out? (spoken) How much it gonna cost to buy you out of my mind? Penny for a thought. Y'all niggas is half-steppin', wastin' my time Please, nigga, what? You talkin to me? Please baby, baby, baby can I borrow - canIborrow a nickle, a dime A dime, a quarter? Penny for a thought. Penny for a thought How much will it cost to buy you out of Buyin' into a reality that originally bought you? Dime a dozen. Y'all niggas a dime a dozen Penny for a thought, nigga. C'mon, penny for a thought Think fast, think fast. C'mon, time is money Time is money, money is time So I keep 7 o'clock in the bank and gain interest in the hour of God I'm saving to buy my freedom, God, grant me wings I'm too fly not to fly I soared further past humans without wings so I soar And fine tickling the feathers of my wings Flying hysterically over land. Numerically I am seven mountains higher than the valley of death Seven mountains higher than the valley of death Seven dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath (x12, gradually mixed out) We are performing an exorcism on all this keep-it-realism Violent sensationalism In the name of the hip hop that nurtured me, cultured me We are ordering all evil entities to exit this body, leave this body In the name of microphone fiends and a young boy's b-boy dreams We told you to leave this body, leave this body All evil entities, all wannabe emcees Decoys, decoys Send in the true b-boys, the true b-boys Be men, motherfuckers. Be men In the name of Scott La Rock In the name of T-La Rock Motherfuckers that remember how to do the reebok Walk, hop I told you to leave this body Leave this body, leave this body I told you to leave this body Leave this body, leave this body Motherfuckers must think I'm crazy Shit, I think y'all motherfuckers is crazy I want my fuckin' MTV Penny for a thought, nigga, penny for a thought What the fuck have you bought into?

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Murder Rap

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Above the Law

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[Intro: KMG] "Yo, Cold 187. They tryin' to give you a murder rap. And you ain't even like that. Yo, serve these niggas, 'cause they deserve to get dissed." (Yeah) (Check this out) [Verse 1: Cold 187um] When I sit down and write and recite for the mic I hold Make sure my beats are loud and bold and Cold 187, that is my name, makin' it simple and plain Here to rearrange and change The things that I couldn't do in the past Don't be surprised when you got a shotgun up your ass Perpetrators, that one was just for you I'm gonna leave ya in your seat remaining without a clue Glued to my style like a fiend on coke But if you say the wrong thing, I wash your mouth out with soap Dope, is not the answer No, I'm not a Cancer No, I'm not a hero or zero But a Leo in stereo And this is not a demo K-Oss and Go Mack be cuttin' the flex tempo fast [Hook] Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well [KMG] Yo, fingerprints ain't nuthin' without the murder weapon Keep steppin' Homicide tried to sweat, but we let 'em have it You can see they fear through they teeth Treat 'em like Rolaids and give 'em some relief [Verse 2: Cold 187um] I feel action speaks louder than words and verbs And adjectives, I live the life, the given gift Not who's first, second or third Not he said or she said or what you heard, nerd 'Cause when you live like that, your life is mangled In other words your life is all tangled up I'm not a sucker, always go for mine Powerlord that's hard from the start, and he will always (climb) To the top as high as he can achieve Sometimes that's even higher than the others believe I'm not a doctor, not a poet, I don't have a degree Not arrogant, egotistical, I'm the epitome We take recon, these suckas are lying Transform into another world as I recite these rhymes 187, he's as hard as it comes And I don't have to brag About the size of my gun, son [Hook] Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well Now I got a murder rap 'Cause a brother like me said well [KMG] Criminals don't use lyrics and define themselves as notorious Brothers gotta learn Hip Hop anger rages inside themselves Your freedom will never resist to my contact K-Oss and the homie G [Verse 3: Cold 187um] 187 breakin' back, backbone of my group Fat kid in my posse and I'm gettin' loose 'Cause I'm takin' out posses, causin' bodily harm Makin' moves to improve as I begin to brainstorm I'm not inferior, not takin' no crap Last sucker tried to diss me, cold got his neck slapped 'Cause power's my name, sometimes I'm insane And if I get too mad, I have to rearrange Your position as a MC, that's the way it should be The way I get over, I use terminology That's comprehensive, redemptive That's evidently not related to the style that you hear everyday B-boy destroyin' a toy, employin' While the other suckers are depressed, I'm enjoyin' What I'm doin', and ruin anyone's hope for my position Tell em KMG, they on a mission [KMG] They on a mission They keep wishin you can't come off 187, you're a menace in your own mind So take heed and proceed with caution When he rhymes Now I got a murder rap Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin' Now I got a murder rap Cause a brother like me said well

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My Favorite Mutiny

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The Coup

{"Black Thought","Talib Kweli"}

[Verse 1 - Black Thought] Move, if you got the nerve Lash out for your just deserts It's not just a word Some of y'all heads up in the clouds I'mma bring y'all back to earth It's Black back to burn The Bullshit y'all talkin' 'bout Out ya mouth. I'm not concerned Cause y'all got to learn It's y'all turn like Detroit Red When his head had an ultra perm The long walk will burn your bare heels So throw on your boots The game camouflaged like army suits But I can see it more clear cause I came with the Coup in here Ring the alarm and form the troops Send 'em out into the world, go to war in a fluke Eye to eye with the enemy you sworn to shoot Now I'm comin' at ya neck, sick of hearing something wrong with me Motherfucker something's wrong with you With a Chief just way too smart to question The enemy the brothers of a dark complexion The governments of the world is shark infested They heavy on weaponry like Charlton Heston Man yeah it gets low here uh, real low Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? [HOOK] [Verse 2 -Boots] Death to the pigs is my basic statement I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments I was grippin' my palm around some shitty rum Tryin' to find psalm number 151 To forget what I'm owed, as I clutch the commode And read "put down the bottle and come get the gun" Let's get off the chain like Kunta Kinte with a MAC-10 They want us gone like a dollar in a crack den Steadily subtracting seeds & stems Mind cloudy through the wheeze and phlegm Numbing my brain off of that and the Jesus hymns If we waiting for the time to fight, these is thems Tellin' us to relax while they ease it in. We gettin greased again The truth I write is so cold, It'll freeze my pen I'm Boots Riley it's a pleasure to meet you Never let they punk ass ever defeat you They got us on the corner wearing pleather and see thru All y'all's gold mines they wanna deplete you I ain't just finna to rap on the track, I'm finna to clap on 'em back And it's been stackin' to that Five hundred years before Iceberg ever leaned back in the 'lac Before they told Rosa black in the back Before the CIA told Ricky Ross to put crack in the sack And Gil-Scott tradin' rappin for smack This beat alone should get platinum plaques I'd rather see a million of us ecstatic to scrap Cause if we bappin' 'em back we automatically stacked [HOOK] [Verse 3 - Talib Kweli] This the cut like truancy Riq, Boots and me Activatin' the community Up in the bay like Huey P And sucker free, it remind me of the BKer's love for me But the beast got it twisted, I'll untangle it Black mind intertwined like the ropes they used to hang us with This is my favorite shit, I came in the game with a new way to spit That got you questioning who you bangin' with Take it back to Imhotep Go a step deeper like a Poor Righteous Teacher with Holy Intellect Killer flow for all my real niggas left But inform the family of the jigaboo that there's been a death Once again you can feel hip-hop Underground, still about my guap Gangsta like, fuck the cops Talib Kweli revolutionary MC, and that ain't about to stop [HOOK]

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Always Coming Back Home to You

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Atmosphere

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To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers To emo kids that got too many feelings He held the register open while he counted her change I was next in line which meant I was invisible From where I stood I could see that the till was full He didn't look the type to play superhero So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes Crept out the store's front door to chase a little breath Bangles in my head, shake the song off Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk A car pulled up, a fixed up Cutlass A woman and a child climbed out and left it running They went inside of the deli, placed an order With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughter's picky When they came out mommy gave me a glance That said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walked So they got back in they Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off Thug love on the corner by the Walgreens Looking at me like I'm just another square Saltine As I get closer I notice they showing each other sketches Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots I walk past with a nod and a reminisce Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis Respect the life and the fashions of the children It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been building All of a sudden I'm in front of some man No, he's a young'un, but he's got a gun in his hand He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no, he looks afraid Immediately apprehensive 'til I heard him say "Do you want this? It's not mine, I promise I found it on my block in between a couple garages Didn't want to leave it for a child to stumble over I don't even know how to hold it" It was a thirty eight, the poor man's machete Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier than expected Wedged it behind my belt buckle Knowing that it's evil, even thought that I could smell trouble The extra strength felt weak But over there on the corner saw what I needed And proceeded to cross the street Put the heat in the mail box to lose it Figured that the post office knows what's best to do with it Mosey down the road, thinking about the old I used to roam this zone through two feet of snow Right here, this used to be a record shop I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot I've had my Lake Street pride for 3 decades These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near But then the road became empty and the people disappeared The clouds ran away, opened up the sky And one by one I watched every constellation die And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star I should've known, walked all the way home To find that she wasn't here, I was still all alone No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you They can leave me for dead they can take away my true I'm always coming back home to you Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew I'm always coming back home to you As sure as the life in the garden that you grew I'm always coming back home to you No matter where I am, no matter what I do I'm always coming back home to you If only I had known what you already knew I'm always coming back home to you From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through I'm always coming back home to you I'm always coming back home to you

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Ringtone

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R. Kelly

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[Intro] Polow Da Don It's Kells! Haters start your engines! [Verse 1] 4'5'', looking fly F-f-flossing in that white L.I Shawty checking for a player Like she wanna hop in with a player Girlfriend on some hatin' shit She like: "Shit, that's Kells, bitch!” And then I stop like red light Scooped em up like hitch-hike Then I let them come with me Step up in club with one on each sleeve Doug E. Fresh kid bout to spend that cheese And after that you know they gonna leave with me We out of here, get them to the crib Straight to the mansion, show em how I live And you can tell that the sex is major Cause only one day later [Hook] They got Kells on they ringtone I hear Kells on they ringtone They got Kells on they ringtone Hold up your phone if you got me on your ringtone! Hold up your phone if you got me on your ringtone! [Verse 2] Let me take you shopping, babe Meet me right by Macy's, babe Leave your purse, I'm crazy babe Walk in and go crazy, babe I'm telling you money ain't a thing to me Kells "spin" it on you like wheels on Jeeps Even after the mall to the Ritz we creep Sex: put it on you like shoes on feets Money stacked, club hoppin' Leaning back, b-b-beat droppin' All night, non-stoppin' Club closed we p-p-parking-lottin' Y'all going to the spot from here? (Yes sir!) Is there an after party after this? (Yes sir!) Are y'all taking them honies with? (Yes sir!) Are y'all on for some more freaky shit? (Yes sir!) [Hook] [Verse 3] You play me in your car and you play me in your home Now it's time to download Kells on your ringtone From ghetto girls, college girls, all the way to strippers To fine dro smokers and all the Henny sippers Big chip spenders, big money tippers At the bar taking shots with my niggas No fake niggas, no hating niggas But shots of Patron for all my real niggas G-g-girls in the hotel getting it on And they ain't leaving til six in the mornin' Even superstar chicks too drunk to drive home Wake up next day and, uh

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Im Me Freestyle

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Royce da 5'9"

{"Royce da 5\\'9\\\""}

[Intro: Royce da 5'9", Lil Wayne sample, & DJ Green Lantern] The hottest— hottest under the sun (Nasty, baby) (*Brrr!*) Dad! (*Brrr! Brrr!*) Royce da 5'9"! Ain't nobody fucking with me, man This is a Invasion! A-A-And you already know that, pimpin' Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Bar exam 2, nigga! It's a motherfucking holiday, bitches! (*Brrr!*) Dad! (*Brrr! Brrr!*) Somebody gon'— tonight A-A-And you already know that, pimpin' You are now listening to the sounds of a man that doesn't give a fuck! Ayy, it's (yenoM hsaC) Records, man, a lawless gang Royce da 5'9" [Verse 1] Yeah, I got money on my mind (Ah), that's why I'm twice on my grind (Grind) I'm nice 'cause I rhyme like it's my life on that line (Line) The second I'm provoked, I snap into a point that ain't controllable Then, it's either war or another quotable (Ah) Don't let me get a hold of you dudes, I murder you on camera Get Kelly's lawyer and get a mole removed (Aha) I probably shouldn't have said that—fuck y'all! On the record, off the record—if I'm on the record, I'ma off the record (Ah) I need a push when I'm tired of rhyming Go 'head—diss me, 'cause me and George Bush got a lot in common We both got no sense, we love to go to war And we stay looking for weapons of mass destruction (Tss, ah) This industry is Hilary Clinton, literally—listen You ain't got no choice now—roll with a nigga If you twisted enough to picture a devil mixed With a angel that's sick, drunk inside a Range Ro'—that's this Wish I could stick every rapper in this bitch in the building Let 'em cypher while I fly a plane through that bitch (Tss, ah) 'Cause I hate y'all, I'm tri-polar with the eight-ball I want you on my album, I'll pull out the K and make y'all (Brrrat!) In case y'all wanna share my light I'ma tell it like it is—fuck it, it's my Jeremiah Wright (Yessir) I'm a motherfucking problem, I don't care if y'all don't like Times three, nigga—I'm me, nigga [Interlude] The Evil Genius! Green Lantern! I'm me, nigga [Verse 2] Big dick, bitch—big balls We the kind that supply the rock like Chris Paul (Ah) The same kind that aim nines, insane conscience And then, we get rid of the rock, like Dwayne Johnson Ladykiller, the fly version of Orenthal (Yessir) You ain't got no DUIs, then you prolly a cornball (Ah) Wittiest! If you call a laptop "a labtop" You sound like a scientist, but you prolly a idiot (Ah) Your stories ain't holding up (Ah), y'all niggas lying Got me thinking y'all either too young or y'all ain't old enough (Ah) Niggas saying, "When Royce gon' stop beefing with rappers?" Bitch, when Hell freeze over and Wayne sober up By the way, fuck all DJs! I'm just kidding (I'm just kidding) I just threw that in there to get y'all attention No intention of ever dying, nigga—life too sweet Two words for who don't like me: "Fight" and "me" I take care of my fam'ly They say, "Do the kid rock, like Pam Lee?" The answer's yes! (Yes!) And I invest; it takes money to make money So I make green off Green like Stan Lee Smart shit! I ain't got beef with no Joe Budden Y'all gon' get one of these niggas killed tryna start shit Niggas hired muscle 'cause living is a privilege Only rapper I admire for his strength is Xzibit [Interlude] It's—It's—It's an invasion! I'm me, nigga Green Lantern, drop that shit! [Verse 3] I killed it, right away (Ah) Soon as you cross, go 'head—you got the right of way Give a nigga iron like a vitamin, play I will ride up in broad day and night a nigga day (Brrrrat!) Drunk! I'm a recovering outpatient You at the top, you shot—your spot is now taken Psychotic is the ploy; how the fuck you rapping and you gay? And you been spotted with a boy, like a Dalmatian? I switch up, I prolly be instantly selling Got a clip full of pellets known as "MC Repellent" While you talking 'bout your money and I can't have none of it I'll hit a nigga low, just for the Zab fun of it I will never lose, never lost—I'ma prove it Except for my virginity, but I was tryna lose it I be on some Tom Cruise shit Standing on the couch in the club, laughing 'bout my dime new chick (Oh!) She the shit, but if you ask her, she useless I'm in her pocket, 'cause I got a rocket down under, like Houston So I'ma keep being me, and you should keep being you If being you offends me, indeed, it's gon' be me and you But understand that, if it's that, it's either gon' be me or you So pump your brakes before I do you like a got a key to you Shut your power off, I'm G-A-N-G S-T-arr—yes, we are! Bitch, I'm— (*gunshot*)

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Overdose

rap

Omen (Producer)

{Drake,"Mickey Factz","Travie McCoy"}

[Jackie Long] And I'ma leave on one more note One more motherfuckin' note It's like this, look at him [Intro: Drake] I ain't been here in a minute Cut the lights off I feel fantastic right now, baby [Verse 1: Drake] I said I used to keep the porch lights on And now I keep the Porsche's lights on Just to let them know their foresight's wrong Where this rapper goin' with that obscure ice on? He a lame, I'm just tryna get my mature life on OD, OD, everybody know me Even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me, oh my, them girls love me like Seth Cohen So get a grip, get a glass, pour the X.O. in I dare one of these niggas to say I'm not insane Pick a road 'cause where you drivin' is not a lane And rest in peace to Pimp C, life is not a game Takin' over the world, no Pinky, just a lotta brain He 'bout to send them the shit that I'm on You prob'ly could have predicted I'm on My sense of judgment's officially gone Up into the air all the smoke from the Swisher is blown I'm grown, I'm grown I'm livin' in this elevator zone alone I'm up so high I'm never comin' down And you say you got them hoes, but they never comin' round I got Penthouse walls, I stay high above your ass And I can see it all, my balcony is glass And wifey's over (bitches), but money's over (her) 'Cause money's under (nothin'), my life is such a (blur) That's not the way it has to go, that's just what I prefer And do not disagree with me, it's best you just concur I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive Even when I fuckin' die they gonna bury me alive [Hook: Drake] And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD) Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD) Money on the floor, we good OD, OD, everybody know me [Verse 2: Travis McCoy] Oh no, Travie high on life again Feel like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin So high I wanna cry like tiny violins In my best mode, Depeche Mode, enjoy the silence Stop the violence – how, when every line Is like the motherfuckin' Watts riots pourin' out of my pen? Aight then, be easy, I'ma get back Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax And I done gave up the narcotics But I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my wallet Hello, my name is Travie, and I'm a life-aholic Told 'em all these beats is like the Wallace to my Gromit The Alfred to my Bruce Wayne, stripes on my candy cane One without the other, Soul 4 Real without the Candy Rain Super trooper like a gun-totin' handyman Ask me how I'm livin', bet I tell ya fine and dandy, man Check his vital signs, they peakin' off the meter, man I'ma live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan Fuck pullin' the 9 out, I'll pull a Amy Winehouse Sippin' Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house Isaiah, I'ma see ya when I get there Until then hold me down like gravity, it's Travie (Uno, easy) [Hook: Drake] And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD) Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD) Money on the floor, we good OD, OD, everybody know me [Verse 3: Mickey Factz] Ha! I’m 'bout to overdose on life Somebody please pass the needle So if I comatose tonight you won't have to ask the people If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid Watch me, mane, I'm a cocky slave with this Rocky chain I got I got my veins cluttered with this bud And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood Tryna suppress the too fresh feeling I got, ooh yes I'm in it for the hugest duplex, livin' like I'm Hugh Hef Every other night I need a brunette for group sex Leave 'em with a bruised neck, then I yell: "Who's next?" Stand 'em in a line This is New Factz City, take this crack between your thighs (Yeah, Mickey, what you mean?) I'm promethazine, fuck the Queen Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean (Let 'em see…) Tryna match my high on life (Then let 'em dream…) Gotta catch the spot on my flight First-class, known of the aroma of the smoker life Got me like a stoner, a zoner, but nah, it's never over (Mickey, what you mean?) I stick my tongue out Sippin' Remy conceited, I'm teasin' every bum out Hung out with celebrities from every drug house So when you remember me say that I was strung out (Mickey, what you mean?) I'm a addict for the green cash I'ma OD, so fluck goin' to rehab [Hook: Drake] And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this We got bottles over here Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD) Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD) Money on the floor, we good OD, OD, everybody know me

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Bohemian Rhapsody

rock

Queen

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[Intro] Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me [Verse 1] Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters [Verse 2] Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (Any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro magnifico But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go) Ah No, no, no, no, no, no, no (Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me! [Verse 4] So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby! Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here [Outro] (Ooh) (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah) Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows

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Informer

rap

Snow

{"MC Shan"}

[Intro: MC Shan & Snow] What's up man, hey yo what's up Yeah what's going on here? Sick and tired of 5-0 running up on the block here You know what I'm saying? Yo, Snow, they came around here looking for you the other day (Word?) word, bust it! [Chorus: Snow] Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem [Verse 1: Snow] Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door Break a car troo, troo my window So dey put me in de back de car at de station From that point on, me reach my destination Where the destination reachin' outta east detention Where dey looked down me pants, look up me bottom, so [Chorus: Snow] Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem [Verse 2: Snow] So, bigger dem are they think dem have more power De pon di phone me say dat one hour Me for want to use a once an' now me call me lover Lover who me callin an' a one Tamei An' mi love her in my heart down to my belly-a Yes say daddy me Snow me haffi cool an' deadly Yes the one MC Shan an' the one Daddy Snow Together we-a love 'em is a tor-na-do [Chorus: Snow] Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem [Verse 3: Snow] So, listen for me, you better listen for me now Listen for me, you better listen for me now When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a Yes a daddy me Snow me are de article don But the in an a-out a dance an they say where you come from-a? People dem say ya come from Jamaica But me born an' raised in the ghetto that I want ya to know-a Pure black people man that’s all I man know Yeah me shoes are a-tear up an'a me toes just a show-a Where me-a born in are de one Toronto, so [Chorus: Snow] Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem [Verse 4: Snow] Come with a nice young lady Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie Everywhere me go me never lef' her at all-ie Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a Roam between-a dancin' in-a in-a nation-a You never know say daddy me Snow me are the boom shakata Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a Yes-a daddy me Snow me-a go reachin' out da top, so [Chorus: Snow] Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem [Interlude] Why wo ee? why wo ee? an' wo ee an' wo ee? [Verse 5: MC Shan] Me sitting 'round cool with my dibbie-dibbie girl Police knock my door, lick up my pal Rough me up and I can't do a thing Pick up my line when my telephone ring Take me to the station black up my hands Trail me down cause I'm hanging with the Snowman What I'm gonna do? I'm backed and I'm trapped Slap me in the face and took all of my gap They have no clues and they wanna get warmer But Shan won't turn informer [Chorus: Snow] Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem Informer, ya' no say daddy me Snow me I go blame A licky boom boom dem 'Tective man a say, say daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane A licky boom boom dem [Outro] Diggity dum, diggity diggity dum, an' wo ee, an wo, an wo ee

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What’s Your Fantasy

rap

Ludacris & Shawnna

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[Intro: Ludacris & Shawnna] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now, give it to me now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? [Verse 1: Ludacris] I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the 50-yard line While the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club, we can do it In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top, lick it don't stop Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock We go-bots and robots, so they got to wait til the show stop Or how about on the beach with black sand? Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man named Ludacris (woo!) in the public bathroom Or in back of the classroom How ever you want it, lover-lover gonna tap that ass soon See I cast 'em and I passed 'em Get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and outlast 'em And if ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And they tell me what they fantasy Like up on the roof, roof Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me! [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? [Verse 2: Ludacris] I wanna get you in the bath tub With the candles lit; you give it up 'til they go out Or we can do it on stage at the Ludacris concert 'Cause you know it got sold out! A red carpet dick it just roll out Go ahead and scream, you can't hold out We can do it in the pouring rain Running the train, when it's hot or when it's cold out How about in the library on top of books? But you can't be too loud! You wanna make a brother beg for it Give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud We can do it in the White House Try to make them turn the lights out Champagne with my campaign Let me do the damn thing What's my name, what's my name, what's my name? A sauna, jacuzzi, in the back row at the movie You can scratch my back and rule me You can push me and just pull me On hay in middle of the barn Rose petals on the silk sheets Eating fresh fruits, sweep your woman right off her feet [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? [Verse 3: Ludacris] I wanna get you in the back seat, windows up That's the way you like to fuck Clogged up, fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt Rough sex: make it hurt In the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown: that's the way that I like it, twerk Legs jerk, overworked Underpaid, but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade On the top of my Escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team, off the ropes! On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or one hundred spokes! What about up in the candy store? That chocolate, chocolate make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs Smack a little booty up with my belt Scream "help!" Play my game! Dracula, man, I'll get my fangs Horseback and I'll get my reins School teacher, let me get my brains [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy? I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo' Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know, what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy?

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Soul Survivor

rap

Jeezy

{Akon}

[Intro: Akon & Young Jeezy] Konvict, Konvict (Chea) Akon and Young Jeezy (Ay) Tryna take it easy (Ay, chea) Only way to go You already know what it is, you already know what it is, nigga And so (Ay, let's get it!) [Hook: Akon & Young Jeezy] But if you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Tonight I can't sleep, we livin' in Hell (Chea) First they give us the work, then they throw us in jail (Ay) Road trip, yeah, I'm traffickin' the white Please Lord, don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah) Who me? I'm a soul survivor Ask about him in the street, the boy Jeez a rider (Jeez a rider) A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah, life sucks (Haha) Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ay) [Hook: Akon & Young Jeezy] If you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah) [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Another day, another dollar (Dollar) same block, same nigga (Chea) Same part, same green, I guess we got the same dreams (Ay) Or is it the same nightmares? (Nightmares) We let the doves do it for us, we don't cry tears (That's right) Real niggas don't budge When Mel Man got his time, he shot birds at the judge (Yeah) I'm knee-deep in the game So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the caine (Damn) Real talk, look, I'm tellin' you, mayne (Tellin' you, mayne) If you get jammed up, don't mention my name (Nah) Forgive me, Lord, I know I ain't livin' right Gotta feed the block, niggas starvin', they got appetites (Ay) And this is e'ryday, it never gets old Thought I was a juvenile, stuck to the G-code (Chea) This ain't a rap song, nigga, this is my life (This is my life) And if the hood was a battlefield, then I'd earn stripes (Yeah) [Hook: Akon & Young Jeezy] If you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah) [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] Gotta watch ya every move 'cause them eyes be on you Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous Them alphabet boys got us under surveillance (Ay) Like animals, they lock us in cages The same nigga that's a star when you put him on stages I ain't cheat, played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself (Let's get it) No nuts, no glory (No glory) My biography, you damn right, the true story Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ay) [Bridge: Akon] Cause if you lookin' for me You can find me on the block disobeyin' the law A real G, thoroughbred from the streets Pants saggin' with my gun in my drawers Just keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now Just to keep on movin' now, ay [Hook: Akon & Young Jeezy] But if you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah) If you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block With my thing cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now Because I'm a rider (Yeah) I'm just a soul survivor (Yeah) 'Cause everybody know the game don't stop Tryna make it to the top 'fore your ass get popped now If you a rider (Yeah) Or just a soul survivor (Yeah)

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One Way Trip

rap

Lil Wayne

{"Kevin Rudolf"}

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Beat the beat up 'til the beat get punchdrunk Drown in my flow motherfucker bring your swimmin' trunks Everybody say they just do it, well I just don't Times do change motherfucker but the gun don't Woke up this morning with my dick to the ceilin' Fell asleep with another chick from my buildin' Kick her ass out and have breakfast like a muh'fucker I'm with another bitch by supper Yeah, me and hate that's an odd couple Hehe, you niggas fake you wouldn't pop bubbles You can act stupid, bitch, I'm dumber And T. Barker is my motherfuckin drummer Let's go! [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I'm fallin' down a landslide On a one-way trip to you You want me to take you for a ride Well let's see what you can do And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh And I know just what to do Because I'm fallin down a landslide On a one-way trip to you [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I been doin' this shit And you know what they say about the shoe if it fit! Haha Have a ball 'til I fall though And if I die today I bet the world end tomorrow It's fucked up how you ain't never me And I got blind money, money you will never see And only in the mirror's where you'll find a better me I make money and my fingers make the letter B I'm very sick, very sicker than you And when I play sick, I'm Jordan with the flu, yeah! Then I become a motherfucker And my nigga Travis Barker is my drummer Motherfucker, let's go! [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I'm fallin' down a landslide On a one-way trip to you You want me to take you for a ride Well let's see what you can do And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh And I know just what to do Because I'm fallin down a landslide On a one-way trip to you [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uhh I get better with time and time is forever So just sit back and watch my time get better So check your watch, I'm strong as Scotch Papa was a rollin' stone, I was born to rock Tell it like it is, shit I don't know when it isn't To be or not to be; shit, I don't know my decision I don't know how I made it for this long in this condition Cause my flow so sick I shoulda died in the first verse Mr. Dr. Carter with my hand up a nurse skirt Suck me like soup and I'ma eat you like surf n' turf Hah! Just let me know when you comin And my motherfuckin nigga T. Barker keep drummin Let's go! [Chorus: Kevin Rudolf] I'm fallin' down a landslide On a one-way trip to you You want me to take you for a ride Well let's see what you can do And it feels like uhh uh-uh uh-uh And I know just what to do Because I'm fallin down a landslide On a one-way trip to you [Outro: Kevin Rudolf] On a one way trip to you On a one way trip to you

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Best I Ever Had

rap

Drake

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[Intro] You know, a lot of girls be Thinkin' my songs are about them This is not to get confused This one's for you [Chorus] Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' [Verse 1] Know you got a roommate, call me when there's no one there Put the key under the mat and you know I be over there (Yup) I be over there, shawty, I be over there I be hittin' all the spots that you ain't even know was there And you don't even have to ask twice You could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life Have a nigga thinkin' that he met you in a past life Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on That's when you're the prettiest I hope that you don't take it wrong You don't even trip when friends say "You ain't bringin' Drake along?" You know that I'm workin', I'll be there soon as I make it home And she a patient in my waiting room Never pay attention to the rumors and what they assume And until them girls prove it I'm the one that never get confused with, 'cause [Chorus] Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' [Verse 2] Sex, Love, Pain, baby, I be on that Tank shit Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disc When my album drop, bitches'll buy it for the picture And niggas'll buy it too and claim they got it for they sister Magazine paper, girl, the money ain't the issue They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial She call me the referee 'cause I be so official My shirt ain't got no stripes, but I can make your pussy whistle Like the Andy Griffith theme song And who told you to put them jeans on? Double cup love, you the one I lean on Feelin' for a fix, then you should really get your fiend on Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot Every single show, she out there reppin' like a mascot Get it from the back and make your fuckin' bra strap pop All up in your slot 'til a nigga hit the jackpot, I'm saying [Chorus] Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it 'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had I say, you the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the fuckin' best (Ayy), you the fuckin' best (Ayy) You the best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had (Ayy) Best I ever had (Ayy), best I ever had [Outro] Uhh, ah yeah See, this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody Just make sure they that special somebody Young Money, yeah, yeah You know who you are I got you

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Get Ya Gun

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Cam'ron

{"Cam\\'ron"}

[Verse 1] That's my word (word!); I flip herb, birds Coke, crack, dope, smack; oh, snap! Heard, herb Should talk in sign language, y'all don't deserve words I get my serve swerved; may leave 'em 1st, 3rd Stop lyin'? Lie for what? Steer a whip, drive it up Steer a brick, pie it up; supply the stuff, fly as fuck Said word, (word!) nigga; just observe, I disturb From New Jerse to the curb, make absurd figures Stop lyin', picture me poutin'; dog, could you fish in a fountain? Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what?) in that Christian Louboutin Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners Know what I feel in the winter? 80 degrees, deal with a winner I know some rowdy rowdy niggas that rock a Audi proudly One thing 'bout me: doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me I'm sprayin' it well, I'm playin' the sell Fifty mil like David Chappelle, my paper propel Won't lay in a cell; you takin' a L [Hook] This is fun, nigga; you should run, nigga Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga This is fun, nigga; you a dumb nigga Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga [Interlude - Beth Melillo] Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun? Juvenile gun possession is a problem If a child obtains an improperly stored gun The adult owner is criminally liable (killa!) The restrictions are endless [Verse 2] Yo, sell you crack for a dub, it's a package of love (it's all love) The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp) And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove Yup, we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what) Guns matchin' my jeans (what's that?) I'm just stylin' my friend I better get squashed (why?) When that telly is ready, I medley a deadly, a sauce That'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard And I got them mami's screamin', "Dammit, man!" Really, "Dammit, Cam!", hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn) Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope) Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at) In front of the corner store under the canopy Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of pee (here, drink this) That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover (what happened?) Don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya

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People Going Down

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Hi-Tek

{"Willie Band Cottrell"}

[Hook: singers] Time to change your way, people act cra-zay Gotta face it now, people going down Children running wild, running with the crowd Gotta face it now, people going down {*long instrumental break*} [Hook] [Willie Band Cottrell] Cra-zayyyyyyyyyyyy, and it's all been a part of me Every day, every year, crazy things, is all I hear Everyyyyyyyyyyyyday, same ol' thang And it's time to get over, get over [Hook] [Singers] People going down {*4X*} [Hook] [Singers] People going down {*4X to fade*}

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I Made It Cash Money Heroes

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Kevin Rudolf

{"Lil Wayne",Birdman,"Jay Sean"}

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah, Cash Money Heroes Private Jets Polished, Jay Sean, fly [Hook: Kevin Rudolf & Jay Sean] I look up to the sky And now the world is mine I've known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! Ooh, I made it I made it, yeah I made it, I-I-I made it! [Verse 1: Kevin Rudolf] Known from the city where no one believed in me But I never give up the fight, yeah But now on top I told you to let it rock (rock!) The moneys fallin from the sky-y-y-y-y I made it [Hook: Kevin Rudolf, Jay Sean & Birdman] I look up to the sky And now the world is mine I've known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! Ooh, I made it I made it Yeah, YMCMB, baby I made it, I-I-I made it! Birdman, swagged out, 100 [Verse 2: Birdman] Rooftop, hella choppa burnin' smoke Louie bag stay strapped wit a priceless globe High life, flippin and get some more Paradise, the luxury marble floor When I hit, nigga, hit me full of that cash More money than I seen in a garbage can Stunna island, money and the power That's how we do it, make it rain, make it shower Top floor, big timer doing big things Over city views bought shawty new range Flip another 100, poppin' throwing hundreds In a new Bentley, uptown stunna [Hook: Kevin Rudolf & Jay Sean] I look up to the sky (To the sky!) And now the world is mine (The world is mine!) I've known it all my life (All my life!) I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! Ooh, I made it I made it (I made it!) I made it, I-I-I made it! Yo, ay ay ay, listen [Verse 3: Jay Sean] See I don't live for glamour And I don't care for fame I'm in this for the love of the game Funny how things can change They didn't believe in me then Now they callin' my name Now look who cashed in They didn't wanna know me back then But ever since I don gon platinum Everything turned around And now the sky is fallin' downnnnnn [Hook: Kevin Rudolf & Jay Sean] I look up to the sky (Damn, man) And now the world is mine (Mine!) I've known it all my life (Oh oh oh, whoa oh oh) I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt (Oh oh oh oh!) I made it, I made it! (I look up to the sky!) I made it I made it (Made) I made it, I-I-I made it! [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Came from the gutter, lookin' like my motha Made it to the goal line, straight out the huddle Cash money goldmine, Weezy stay loyal Boy, we gettin' money like we just found oil Uh, and that's word to my red flag I live first and leave the bullshit dead last I lay it down so hard I got a bedrash And I just tell 'em to loaf it when the bread pass Starin' at you from the top of the game man I might drop the World if I change hands Uh, it feel good to be here Weezy in the buildin' got this bitch rebuilt Young Money [Hook: Kevin Rudolf & Jay Sean] I look up to the sky (To the sky!) And now the world is mine (The world is mine!) I've known it all my life (All my life!) I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I’m livin' now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! (I look up to the sky!) I made it I made it (Made) I made it, I-I-I made it! [Outro: Jay Sean & Kevin Rudolf] I made it! Made it, I made it Yes I did, yes I did Yes I did, yes I did Yes I did I-I-I made it

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Off That

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JAY-Z

{Drake}

[Intro: Jay-Z (Timbaland)] Welcome To the future, uhh (Blueprint, 3, ay-ay, oh, hey-hey) Hey, count me in (Blue-print, 3, ay, hey, hey-hey) Find me a nice soft place to land (I got you Hov', ay ay-ay) I'm so high (yeah, hey hey, hey, hey, c'mon) Find me a place to land (Fricky-fricky uhh, ahhhhh, c'mon now, c'mon now) Yeah, right there, yeah (fricky-fricky Hov') [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I'm so tomorrow the Audemar says yesterday Which means you on time delay So even if I slow it dowwwwwn My sound is fast forward, hold up I'm just a runway show But I wear that so my plane, these my runway clothes Hehe, Cashmere sweats They come out next year but these my last year sweats And my ho's so sick Your new chick can't fuck with my old bitch And you know this shit I'm professional, they novices I just may let you borrow this This the Blueprint, nigga follow this This what what tomorrow is Welcome to tomorrow BIIIIIIIIIII [Chorus: Drake (Jay-Z)] Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that Always wanna fight in the club and we off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that Oversized clothes and chains we off that Niggas still making it rain and we off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Yeah we off that, is you still on that?) (And we still makin money 'cause we still on that) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] This ain't black vs. white, my nigga we off that Please tell Bill O'Reilly to fall back Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls It's 2010, not 1864 Uhh, yeah we come so far So I drive around town, hard top and it's off Uhh, in my TriBeCa loft With my high brow art, and my high yellow broad Uhh, and my dark-skinned sis And my best white mate, say what's up to Chris Uhh, how's that for a mix? Got a black president, got green presidents "Blueprint's" in my white iPod Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, my God Uhh, we ain't tripping off that This a Benetton ad, nigga been up off that, uhh [Chorus: Drake (Jay-Z)] Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that Always wanna fight in the club and we off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that Oversized clothes and chains we off that Niggas still making it rain and we off that Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Yeah we off that, is you still on that?) (And we still makin money cause we still on that) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, uhh I don't give a fidduck abiddout the widdate You used to move, what you used to do And I don't give a fidduck abiddout the bitches That you used to screw, what your future do And we don't really care what you used to say Unless that affects your future pay I'm on a practice field runnin' Two-A-Days So I don't drop the ball when it's threw my way So I don't give a fidduck abiddout the shit That you probably did, who you probably is The only time I deal in past tense 'Cause I'm past rims, and I'm past tints If you drivin' it, I drove it You got it, 'cause I sold it You copped it, I bought it back And we don't give a fidduck, nigga we off that [Chorus: Drake (Jay-Z)] Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that Always wanna fight in the club and we off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that Oversized clothes and chains we off that Niggas still making it rain and we off that Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Yeah we off that, is you still on that?) (And we still makin money cause we still on that) [Outro: Timbaland] Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey

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