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pleurer | L'espoir fait vivre, suis-je enterrée ?
Gorge rouillée, flow d'une voie ferrée
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
La nuit n'a pas su m'conseiller
Toute seule devant vision-télé
Je pèle des larmes encore scellées
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
La nuit n'a pas su m'consoler
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai peur de n'être que ce que j'suis
J'suis censé être que ce que j'fuis
J'veux m'racheter mais j'connais pas le prix
La nuit n'a pas su m'consoler
Dans la foulée j'balance tout
Ah bon tu n'es pas en couple ?
27 balais questions-doutes
La nuit n'a fait que s'envoler
L'espoir fait vivre, suis-je enterrée ?
Gorge rouillée, flow d'une voie ferrée
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
La nuit n'a pas su m'conseiller
Toute seule devant vision-télé
Je pèle des larmes encore scellées
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
La nuit n'a pas su m'consoler
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'm'oublie pour des gens qui n'pensent qu'à eux
J'pourris doucement en manque d'aveux
Soumise, tout ce temps je l'sens gazeux
La nuit n'a pas su nous laisser qu'à deux
Chéri quitte donc la street
Tu n'vends rien, tu n'fais pas de chiffres
C'est l'placard ou bien l'indic
La nuit n'a fait qu't'empoisonner
La nuit n'a fait qu't'empoisonner
(J'ai pleuré, ouais j'ai pleuré)
L'espoir fait vivre, suis-je enterrée ?
Gorge rouillée, flow d'une voie ferrée
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
La nuit n'a pas su m'conseiller
Toute seule devant vision-télé
Je pèle des larmes encore scellées
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
La nuit n'a pas su m'consoler
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré
J'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré, j'ai pleuré |
love thru the computer | You know I've been searchin' for someone
I've been lookin', hah, for the perfect one
Who could share that special love with me
Mrs. Perfect
And your eyes have that glow
She had that glow though
Could it be?
Could it be your face I see on my computer screen
J. White, I need a beat, I can go off on, ooh
Uh, yeah
Go
I was in the jail thinking 'bout my problems
Like all the niggas, when I get out, I'ma rob 'em (Hah)
Shit was hard, up and down, it was '09 (Nine)
Lookin' through this magazine, she was so fine
Pretty brown, black bitch, what a draft pick
Hot yellow thick chick with an accent (Yellow)
I told her, "I ain't ever seen another cuter" (No)
Good brain, she don't even need a tutor (Wow)
Fuck a shooter, I'll shoot a nigga's shooter (Bah bah)
Long money, I don't even need a ruler (Wow)
A big dawg, I ain't ever been a poodle (Grr)
So much ice on my bitch, she need a cooler (Burr, burr)
And I disturb the peace like Luda' (Like Luda')
Been droppin' low like you be doin' on that computer
You want a long distance love, I want computer love (Hah)
So drop it low and back it back like a computer does (Wow)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn't wanna turn off
That's that computer love (Guwop)
Hit you up on the laptop (Laptop)
I told you meet me at the last spot
You went with me, fell in love
Didn't take long for you to gain my trust, no
With all that I've been through, you make it simple
I never thought I would meet an angel
Until I met you, until I met you (Go)
I'ma put you on the rocks (Bling)
Nobody fuckin' with the Wops (Burr)
Baby give me all that she got
Share it with me, we gon' throw it all in the pot (Hah, hah)
This the type of love more than physical (Hah)
When a king get a queen, he invincible (Hah)
Fought the system every level, it was critical (Ha)
Fuck the feds, state, civil, and municipals (Fuck 'em)
Even then, through computers I was kissin' you (Mwah)
Remember through the computer, I would visit you (Me)
Daydreamin' 'bout us fuckin' in your living room (Huh)
Doin' push ups 'cause I know you 'bout to visit soon (Grr)
I'm from the 6, I grew up in the worst trap (Zone)
I'm way too rich, bae, to fall for a thirst trap (Huh?)
Plus I know the grass ain't greener on the other side (No)
'Cause my house so big, I rarely see the other side (Wow)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah, hey)
Ooh, you can meet me, you can meet me on my laptop (Yeah)
Ooh, when we both logged on, I didn't wanna turn off
That's that computer love (Yeah)
(Computer love, computer love
Computer love, computer love
Computerized, digital love
Computerized
A beautiful love) |
untouchable | Girl, you're official
You belong with a guy like me, for sure
With no hesitation, all I need is one word
With me, you can't go wrong
We could be the untouchables
We could be the untouchables
Baby, we could be untouchable!
Ok, white panorama, seats all suede
Bad bitch with me, imported from Malaysia
Red bottom chunky, whole shoes spiked
My girl got a girlfriend, but she ain't even dyke
Introduced her to the life, so beyond nice
40 stories later, I'm penetratin' the pipe
Bottles on cold ice, take it there? I just might
Dream's no longer dreams, the things are in your sight
Put your pass to the side, passports when we fly
Bonnie and Clyde, untouchable with the bond
Yeah, baby, I can take it there
Keep it shinin' like a chandelier
I'm talkin' sweaters, all cashmere
Can't give you the world, but shawty, it be damn near
I got your heart, so tell 'em "Stand clear!"
I got a spot by side, you can stand here
Girl, you're official
You belong with a guy like me, for sure
With no hesitation, all I need is one word
With me, you can't go wrong
We could be the untouchables
We could be the untouchables
Baby, we could be untouchable!
Yeah, me and you, we untouchable
Good girl gone bad, who corrupted you?
Used to be a college girl eatin' Lunchables
Now your Phillip Lim sweats feelin' comfortable
Arch your back, let me get them from up under you
Car notes, let me get them for a month or two
Block calls, you ain't even gotta wonder who
I downsize, see it's only 'bout one or two
I'm just kiddin', hoes know I'm driven
Dirty birds flyin' out the coupe like a pigeon (yeeughk!)
See, their mission's impossible
My trick game since the 90's been phenomenal
Drop dollars on it, pop bottles on it
Gucci silks got you feelin' like a goddess, don't it?
Yeah, this lifestyle's no fairy tale
A Rolodex of ex-hoes know it very well
Girl, you're official
You belong with a guy like me, for sure
With no hesitation, all I need is one word
With me, you can't go wrong
We could be the untouchables
We could be the untouchables
Baby, we could be untouchable!
You know who rock jewels, make moves with all the mommas
Back of the club, sippin' Patron is where you'll find me
Back of the Ghost, me and ma bumpin' Chardy
Countin' money fast, and shawty popped an ad
Untouchable for good, now I put it all on her throat
She from my neck of the wood
And, oh, I think I love her
I know she call me Dad, but I gotta thank her mother
I let her kiss the dice, then I play the game
We on the G5's, you on them paper planes
I need a leather Oscar
Untouchable like Kevin Costner, slumber for the Red Lobster
Girl, you're official
You belong with a guy like me, for sure
With no hesitation, all I need is one word
With me, you can't go wrong
We could be the untouchables
We could be the untouchables
Baby, we could be untouchable! |
royalty | "Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that" (Primo scratching)
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like dat" (Primo scratching)
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that" (Primo scratching)
"Gang Starr" "Represent"
One of the meanest and the cleanest
And still I'm kind of fiendish when I'm at this
Been doin' this for eons, peons best to catch this
Vision of excellence precise rappin' ability
'Bout to make some dead presidents, mackin' a million, G
The money though, it's got people acting funny yo
As soon as some niggas get some light, they be like dummies yo
Products and puppets and pawns, gettin' played out
When authentic niggas step up, respect be layed out
Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector
Live and direct, wavin' my mic like a sceptor
Supreme exalted, universal leader
Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer
The overlord, cream of the crop, crème de la crème
Spent years building with cats in the streets so they my men
Again, Gang Starr has done it
Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it
Check it, the ground be hot under our feet
So we be listenin' to beats to keep the cypher complete
Whether you kids be holdin' on the block all day
Or you be puffin' lye out in the back hallway
Or whether you bein' schooled or in the library
Wherever you are, Baby Pah, realize that your essence
Is divine, son, and let it shine, son, as we refine, son
Ayo, this shit'll blow your mind, son, we're royalty
Wherever I go, I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I just wanna stand out from all the rest
And all the girls they want to spoil me
My honey anoints me with oils, G
After work she greets me and treats me like royalty
Works with me, givin' herself by my side
She don't sweat me for loot, my fame or my ride
A lot of ladies out there be lookin' lovely
But they don't got no control of their life, inside they're ugly
Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert
Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk
Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot
K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin' to the top
And to the sweethearts out there breakin' hearts
While we're takin' part of this hip-hop art
Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way
And yes, the best way, it ain't always to act nasty
I'll open up the door always before you pass me
Baby Doll, because you're royalty
Wherever I go, I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I just wanna stand out from all the rest
"Gang Starr has to gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that" (Primo scratching)
To whom it may concern
This goes out to anybody who’s doing the bullshit, straight up
Yo, everybody’s calling me, my lawyer, everybody on this, ‘yo did you scratch such n such name?
Or this, that, and the third on the record for a hook?’
Y’all keep calling me on that shit and y’all supposed to be hip hoppers and all that, and letting the industry control the rules of the hip hop world that we made?
Y’all need to knock that shit off, that’s some greedy-ass, fake bullshit!
Knock that shit off for real!
Y'know'm sayin'?
And when that shit come and slap you in the face, that greed, I’ma be right there laughing at y’all…
And one other thing… What’s the deal with you break-record cats putting out all the original records that we sample from and snitching by puttin us on the back of it sayin we used stuff?
You *know* how that go!
Stop doing that, y’all are violatin', straight up and down!
Word up, man, I’m sick of this shit
Y’all muthafuckas really don’t know what this hip hop is all about
So while you keep on faking the funk, we gonna keep on walkin' through the darkness, carryin' our torches
Underground will live forever, baby
We just like roaches, never dyin', always livin'…
And on that note, let's get back to the program… |
100 | Yeah all I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
Yeah all I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is
(UH K to the second)
I be feeling like Jackie Robinson
Rocking the 42 in my dodger fit
Gripping the arm that was just took by a pitch
Crowd the opposite saying that I should quit but I done threw all of it
You can hate but you can't hurt me
You can hate but you can't hurt me
And my worth is safe I can leave this earth today
Gassed up on grace how they gon' circle K
I don't want no new Bugatti
Put me in Nimba County
Liberia I'm serious
Mosquito net and my Bible
Concrete bed I'm still smiling
Ain't eating much but I'm smiling
I'd rather be in the jungle and in the will of God
Then anywhere else outside it
Boy, I'm Bout It
I'm in this life
But my hope ain't in this life
A good career book for years, I book them peers
A good look just won't suffice
But homie my life is hidden in Christ
My life is hidden in Christ
Gimme 99 problems plus one Godhead
The result is
Yeah all I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is
OK, our God's never failing
Ain't nothing you can tell Him
Yes He's the generous type
But you face Him you will take that L in
No our God won't fail us
We know from where our help comes
So I put my life at stake
Though it might be blood I want that well done (100)
If we flipping burgers if we flipping houses
Man our bank accounts don't mean nothing
And if we paid a lot or if we paid a bit
We gon' be going in cause He's coming
We tryna be the best that we can be
And rest so that the world can see that He's done it
No matter who cuts the checks or where we working at
Man we work for Him and we love it
Yeah all I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is 100 nothin' less
100 till nothin' left
All I really know is
Yeah, all I really know is 100 nothin' less
All I really know is 100 till nothin' left
All I really know is
All I really know is 100, 100
All I really know is 100 nothin' less
All I really know is
All I really know is 100
I just wanna hear that
Well done my faithful servant
A life full of pushback
At that moment will all be worth it
Cause my work is worship
And when He comes back for His church all over the earth
We'll be given no less than what He gave us first
100 |
average joe | The hardest thing for me to do
Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars
That's the hardest thing
Who is K. Dot? A young nigga from Compton
On the curb writing raps next to a gunshot
On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
Everyone I knew was either Crip or Piru
Cousins in elementary, relatives in high school
With that being said, each one of their rivals
Was aiming something at my head, I needed survival
Got jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot back
And I don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push these rhymes
In the midst of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga
So if you ask what I'm doing
I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's brewing, real talk, and
This is why they fuck with me (real talk nigga, believe it)
This is why they fuck with me (do what I do, ya know?)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (know that)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
I was walking from Centennial
When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was like "hol' up"
"Where you from?" I don't bang
"Where you stay?" Westside, that's a Piru gang to be exact
Well aware they had blue across they hat
Dropped backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac
Shots rang out, hoping to God I wasn't wet
Crossed across Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet
Chirped the homies on the I-95, they said they already knew
What happened, and meet 'em outside the garage
Never seen that many guns in my life
I was paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge
Grabbed the nine-ball, opened up the door, then got in
Somebody said, "fall back, we gon' make these niggas suffer
You my brother like a frat, and that's just to remind you"
Thought about that so long I had failed my finals, fuck, but
This is why they fuck with me (I told you, nigga)
This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I do everyday life music
Give 'em cuts like a nigga pierced a knife through it
You say you through, but I've been through it, now that's cold
And this is for my county building children
In Hub City on hubcaps, no power-steering
I use perseverance in this mad city
Where the niggas drink Remy and hold semis for cutthroats
Bernie Mac died, it's no joke
Don't ask why if you don't know about these killers and thieves
Seven grams of weed, you smoke that, but I'm high off life
I could fall out the sky like twice
And land in the land of the AKs
And the minivans where the fan never on
Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket
In other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool, you know?
This is why they fuck with me (haha)
This is why they fuck with me (real talk)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (come on)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
So there you have it
But I'mma leave you with this
An O.G. once told me
A real gangster is either dead or in jail
Or behind the scenes getting real money
I'm gone |
2031 | Upłynęło tyle lat
Nie wiem, kiedy to minęło nawet
Nie pamięta o mnie świat
Rok 2020, kończę 30
Ty chciałaś wiedzieć, co u mnie, długa historia, mogę ci streścić
Byłem u szczytu kariery, wiesz to pewnie, byłem na Mount Evereście
Czekam, aż ktoś mnie uszczypnie, dzięki
Jawa jak we śnie
Miałem już wszystko
Miałem cyferki na koncie
Może to miałem za wcześnie, takie pieniądze
Miałem tych fanów płaczących, weźcie ich proszę zabierzcie
Na mych słuchawkach Migosi, kiedyś to prędzej Beatlesi
Najpierw nosiłem ten COS, potem Tom Ford, teraz już noszę Givenchy
Chciałem być jak Takeoff, narzucam Pateka
Mając nadzieję, że jak pieniądz mam, wskazówka zaczeka
W 18' moją buzię ma co druga tapeta
A "Tamagotchi" całe boże lato hula na baletach, ale
2 0 19, ej
Janek odpalił trasę, ay
Bilety idą powoli, ay
Event słaby ma zasięg, ay
Fani nie chcą przychodzić, woah
Ja zaczynam się martwić
Wypadają ciągle mi włosy, a me czoło znowu się marszczy, hej
Upłynęło tyle lat
Nie wiem kiedy to minęło nawet
Nie pamięta o mnie świat
Upłynęło tyle lat (upłynęło tyle lat)
Nie wiem kiedy to minęło nawet (nie wiem)
Nie pamięta o mnie świat
2025, było minęło, wiesz jak jest
Świat był tylko WF-em, lecą myśli serią jak SKS
Rumak mnie pyta czy chcemy coś robić na dziesięciolecie Trójkąta
Ktoś tam mi pisze o jakiejś reklamie i prosi serdecznie o kontakt
Miałem nie robić ich nigdy
Miałem nie robić ich za nic
Ale mam rocznego syna
Także mnie proszę zostawić
Najpierw ta wódka czysta, ay
Przez chwilę mam flotę jak panicz
Kiedy hajs znika, biorę już wszystko
Szybko jak trzeba to zrobię też vanish
Trójkąt warszawski 2, krytyka miesza go z błotem
W sumie to owszem, mogłem odpuścić plot twist, w którym się Piotrek okazał robotem
Daje mi zaliczkę Warner, wydam na mega gablotę
Parkuję Teslę za blokiem, tęsknię za czasem, gdy wolałem jechać Peugeotem
Nie wiem skąd wezmę forsę, Kuba śpiewa w duecie
Będzie na nowe Porsche, diament ma w preorderze
Idę promować projekt, do Kuby Wojewódzkiego
Gdy rozkminiam co ja tu robię, goła pani kroczy z Helleną, ay
Upłynęło tyle lat
Nie wiem kiedy to minęło nawet
Nie pamięta o mnie świat
Upłynęło tyle lat (upłynęło tyle lat)
Nie wiem kiedy to minęło nawet (nie wiem)
Nie pamięta o mnie świat
2031, było minęło, jestem pewien
Tyle dobrego, że znów jeżdżę sobie tym ZTM-em
Tęsknię za ludzkim wzrokiem, tęsknię za ich spojrzeniem
Słyszałem te szepty ciągle kiedyś jakbym miał schizofrenię
Poza kontaktem ziomki, które pożyczały kwit ode mnie
Nagle zgasły wszystkie te relacje, z każdym z którym miałem kiedyś dziką chemię
Sprawdzam sobie własną Wikipedię, widzę znowu same dzikie brednie
Ktoś mi wpisał datę śmierci dzisiaj, widzę w szybie jak mi lico blednie
Umieram na zawał w tramwaju, wśród paru kanarów
Ludzie słuchają Szprycera i Marmur, który się robi diamentem nazajutrz
Będzie dla dziecka, mam nadzieję że nie przećpa
Mam nadzieję że nie przechla
Bo nie jestem Janek Brzechwa, nie spłodziłem Pana Kleksa
Zrobili ze mnie Boga, potem ich zmęczył bożek
Najpierw kazali pozować, potem to wstrętny pozer
Nagle mnie budzik woła, bardzo przejętym głosem
Drogi Filipie, dziś jest 13 lipca 2 0 1 8
Upłynęło tyle lat
Nie wiem kiedy to minęło nawet
Nie pamięta o mnie świat
-Matko bosko, prezydent dzwoni
-Haha, eee, damy radę na trzy... z trzynastym lipca jeszcze myślisz z tą, eee, z premierą, bo mam linijkę taką, żeby zrobić trzynastego lipca i tu będzie fajny smaczek
-Co mogę rzec, no, yyy, jak dla mnie to możemy atakować, yyy
-I to będzie fajne, ktoś w dniu premiery to usłyszy i będzie wiesz, o, że to dzisiaj, bum, wiesz o co chodzi, fajne, dobra to robimy to
-Ale, ty, a nie możesz zrobić dwudziestego chociaż? |
back to school speech | Hello, everybody! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, everybody. All right, everybody go ahead and have a seat. How is everybody doing today? How about Tim Spicer? I am here with students at Wakefield High School in Arlington, Virginia. And we've got students tuning in from all across America, from kindergarten through 12th grade. And I am just so glad that all could join us today. And I want to thank Wakefield for being such an outstanding host. Give yourselves a big round of applause.
I know that for many of you, today is the first day of school. And for those of you in kindergarten, or starting middle or high school, it's your first day in a new school, so it's understandable if you're a little nervous. I imagine there are some seniors out there who are feeling pretty good right now -- with just one more year to go. And no matter what grade you're in, some of you are probably wishing it were still summer and you could've stayed in bed just a little bit longer this morning.
I know that feeling. When I was young, my family lived overseas. I lived in Indonesia for a few years. And my mother, she didn't have the money to send me where all the American kids went to school, but she thought it was important for me to keep up with an American education. So she decided to teach me extra lessons herself, Monday through Friday. But because she had to go to work, the only time she could do it was at 4:30 in the morning.
Now, as you might imagine, I wasn't too happy about getting up that early. And a lot of times, I'd fall asleep right there at the kitchen table. But whenever I'd complain, my mother would just give me one of those looks and she'd say, "This is no picnic for me either, buster."
So I know that some of you are still adjusting to being back at school. But I'm here today because I have something important to discuss with you. I'm here because I want to talk with you about your education and what's expected of all of you in this new school year.
Now, I've given a lot of speeches about education. And I've talked about responsibility a lot. I've talked about teachers' responsibility for inspiring students and pushing you to learn. I've talked about your parents' responsibility for making sure you stay on track, and you get your homework done, and don't spend every waking hour in front of the TV or with the Xbox.
I've talked a lot about your government's responsibility for setting high standards, and supporting teachers and principals, and turning around schools that aren't working, where students aren't getting the opportunities that they deserve.
But at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, the best schools in the world -- and none of it will make a difference, none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities, unless you show up to those schools, unless you pay attention to those teachers, unless you listen to your parents and grandparents and other adults and put in the hard work it takes to succeed. That's what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education.
I want to start with the responsibility you have to yourself. Every single one of you has something that you're good at. Every single one of you has something to offer. And you have a responsibility to yourself to discover what that is. That's the opportunity an education can provide.
Maybe you could be a great writer -- maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper -- but you might not know it until you write that English paper -- that English class paper that's assigned to you. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor -- maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or the new medicine or vaccine -- but you might not know it until you do your project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a senator or a Supreme Court justice -- but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.
And no matter what you want to do with your life, I guarantee that you'll need an education to do it. You want to be a doctor, or a teacher, or a police officer? You want to be a nurse or an architect, a lawyer or a member of our military? You're going to need a good education for every single one of those careers. You cannot drop out of school and just drop into a good job. You've got to train for it and work for it and learn for it.
And this isn't just important for your own life and your own future. What you make of your education will decide nothing less than the future of this country. The future of America depends on you. What you're learning in school today will determine whether we as a nation can meet our greatest challenges in the future.
You'll need the knowledge and problem-solving skills you learn in science and math to cure diseases like cancer and AIDS, and to develop new energy technologies and protect our environment. You'll need the insights and critical-thinking skills you gain in history and social studies to fight poverty and homelessness, crime and discrimination, and make our nation more fair and more free. You'll need the creativity and ingenuity you develop in all your classes to build new companies that will create new jobs and boost our economy.
We need every single one of you to develop your talents and your skills and your intellect so you can help us old folks solve our most difficult problems. If you don't do that -- if you quit on school -- you're not just quitting on yourself, you're quitting on your country.
Now, I know it's not always easy to do well in school. I know a lot of you have challenges in your lives right now that can make it hard to focus on your schoolwork.
I get it. I know what it's like. My father left my family when I was two years old, and I was raised by a single mom who had to work and who struggled at times to pay the bills and wasn't always able to give us the things that other kids had. There were times when I missed having a father in my life. There were times when I was lonely and I felt like I didn't fit in.
So I wasn't always as focused as I should have been on school, and I did some things I'm not proud of, and I got in more trouble than I should have. And my life could have easily taken a turn for the worse. But I was -- I was lucky. I got a lot of second chances, and I had the opportunity to go to college and law school and follow my dreams. My wife, our First Lady Michelle Obama, she has a similar story. Neither of her parents had gone to college, and they didn't have a lot of money. But they worked hard, and she worked hard, so that she could go to the best schools in this country.
Some of you might not have those advantages. Maybe you don't have adults in your life who give you the support that you need. Maybe someone in your family has lost their job and there's not enough money to go around. Maybe you live in a neighborhood where you don't feel safe, or have friends who are pressuring you to do things you know aren't right.
But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life -- what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you've got going on at home -- none of that is an excuse for neglecting your homework or having a bad attitude in school. That's no excuse for talking back to your teacher, or cutting class, or dropping out of school. There is no excuse for not trying.
Where you are right now doesn't have to determine where you'll end up. No one's written your destiny for you, because here in America, you write your own destiny. You make your own future.
That's what young people like you are doing every day, all across America.
Young people like Jazmin Perez, from Roma, Texas. Jazmin didn't speak English when she first started school. Neither of her parents had gone to college. But she worked hard, earned good grades, and got a scholarship to Brown University -- is now in graduate school, studying public health, on her way to becoming Dr. Jazmin Perez.
I'm thinking about Andoni Schultz, from Los Altos, California, who's fought brain cancer since he was three. He's had to endure all sorts of treatments and surgeries, one of which affected his memory, so it took him much longer -- hundreds of extra hours -- to do his schoolwork. But he never fell behind. He's headed to college this fall.
And then there's Shantell Steve, from my hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Even when bouncing from foster home to foster home in the toughest neighborhoods in the city, she managed to get a job at a local health care center, start a program to keep young people out of gangs, and she's on track to graduate high school with honors and go on to college.
And Jazmin, Andoni, and Shantell aren't any different from any of you. They face challenges in their lives just like you do. In some cases they've got it a lot worse off than many of you. But they refused to give up. They chose to take responsibility for their lives, for their education, and set goals for themselves. And I expect all of you to do the same.
That's why today I'm calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education -- and do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as doing all your homework, paying attention in class, or spending some time each day reading a book. Maybe you'll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, or volunteer in your community. Maybe you'll decide to stand up for kids who are being teased or bullied because of who they are or how they look, because you believe, like I do, that all young people deserve a safe environment to study and learn. Maybe you'll decide to take better care of yourself so you can be more ready to learn. And along those lines, by the way, I hope all of you are washing your hands a lot, and that you stay home from school when you don't feel well, so we can keep people from getting the flu this fall and winter.
But whatever you resolve to do, I want you to commit to it. I want you to really work at it.
I know that sometimes you get that sense from TV that you can be rich and successful without any hard work -- that your ticket to success is through rapping or basketball or being a reality TV star. Chances are you're not going to be any of those things.
The truth is, being successful is hard. You won't love every subject that you study. You won't click with every teacher that you have. Not every homework assignment will seem completely relevant to your life right at this minute. And you won't necessarily succeed at everything the first time you try.
That's okay. Some of the most successful people in the world are the ones who've had the most failures. J.K. Rowling's -- who wrote Harry Potter -- her first Harry Potter book was rejected 12 times before it was finally published. Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team. He lost hundreds of games and missed thousands of shots during his career. But he once said, "I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that's why I succeed."
These people succeeded because they understood that you can't let your failures define you -- you have to let your failures teach you. You have to let them show you what to do differently the next time. So if you get into trouble, that doesn't mean you're a troublemaker, it means you need to try harder to act right. If you get a bad grade, that doesn't mean you're stupid, it just means you need to spend more time studying.
No one's born being good at all things. You become good at things through hard work. You're not a varsity athlete the first time you play a new sport. You don't hit every note the first time you sing a song. You've got to practice. The same principle applies to your schoolwork. You might have to do a math problem a few times before you get it right. You might have to read something a few times before you understand it. You definitely have to do a few drafts of a paper before it's good enough to hand in.
Don't be afraid to ask questions. Don't be afraid to ask for help when you need it. I do that every day. Asking for help isn't a sign of weakness, it's a sign of strength because it shows you have the courage to admit when you don't know something, and that then allows you to learn something new. So find an adult that you trust -- a parent, a grandparent or teacher, a coach or a counselor -- and ask them to help you stay on track to meet your goals.
And even when you're struggling, even when you're discouraged, and you feel like other people have given up on you, don't ever give up on yourself, because when you give up on yourself, you give up on your country.
The story of America isn't about people who quit when things got tough. It's about people who kept going, who tried harder, who loved their country too much to do anything less than their best.
It's the story of students who sat where you sit 250 years ago, and went on to wage a revolution and they founded this nation. Young people. Students who sat where you sit 75 years ago who overcame a Depression and won a world war; who fought for civil rights and put a man on the moon. Students who sat where you sit 20 years ago who founded Google and Twitter and Facebook and changed the way we communicate with each other.
So today, I want to ask all of you, what's your contribution going to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a President who comes here in 20 or 50 or 100 years say about what all of you did for this country?
Now, your families, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the education you need to answer these questions. I'm working hard to fix up your classrooms and get you the books and the equipment and the computers you need to learn. But you've got to do your part, too. So I expect all of you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don't let us down. Don't let your family down or your country down. Most of all, don't let yourself down. Make us all proud.
Thank you very much, everybody.
God bless you. God bless America.
Thank you. |
out of town girl | If you know, you know I like that
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your hands up if you a
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey baby girl I like your accent-cent-cent-cent
I think I like you more because you're different-ferent-ferent-ferent
Oh, I ain't gotta ask I can tell you ain't from here-here-here-here
Oh, what I gotta do
Just to show you that I want you near, near, near, near near
All you gotta do is read the signs
The exit is to the right
I don't know your name, but I love your smile
I love the way you put it down down down down
If you know, you know I like that
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your hands up if you a
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I gotta hold it down for my
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You can tell, you can tell, she's a
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you feeling me, let me know, we gon' ride the flow-ow-ow-ow
I could be your passport, tell me where you wanna go-o-o-o
Girl don't be shy you won't know if you never try, try, try
When you walk by you're the only one that catches my eye, eye, eye
All you gotta do is read the signs
The exit is to the right
I don't know your name,but I love your smile
I love the way you put it down down down down
If you know, you know I like that
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your hands up if you a
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I gotta hold it down for my
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You can tell, you can tell, she's a
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
All you gotta do is swag
All you gotta do is swag
All you gotta do is swag, swag, swag
All you gotta do is swag
All you gotta do is swag
All you gotta do is swag, swag, swag, swag, swag
If you know, you know I like that
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your hands up if you a
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I gotta hold it down for my
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You can tell, you can tell, she's a
Out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh no no no, she's my out of town girl, all mine
She's my out of town girl, all mine, she's my out of town girl, yeah |
fatbellybella | I said "I love you baby," "Well you ain't act like it;
Squeeze my feet, kiss my neck, rub my back like it"
And on the phone it's just "'You gon hit me back right quick?'
First we was straight now it feel like we jack-knifin'"
Kamikaze love, self-destructive patterns
Mercury in retrograde, four house of Saturn
Nothing makes me sadder than
Hailing cabs alone goin home on a Saturday
Bumpin' Donny Hathaway, questioning my choices
Thinkin 'bout marriage, carriage, and horses
Manor on a hectare of land like a fortress
I hope you understand me
Yo, I'm cold like New York, my heart is warm like Miami
I'm just trying to build a Kingdom for my people and my Family
Sometimes I don't know what to say
The pain never stops, the cloud never goes away
The rain never drops
It's a luxury
Be grateful that a mustard seed of faith is enough to be
Enough to move a mountain
My pen is an artery, my heart is a fountain
I apologize |
thats what it is | (Invasion)
Ok... let's go... talk to em'... holler
Don't you get tired of hearing niggas say that shit?... all the time?
Why can't you shut the fuck up and rhyme nigga?!
Yeah... yeah
Used to run around getting my fight in the streets on
Back in the day before Harlem had a green zone
What good is a good education with no direction?
Like the right to vote with no one to vote for in an election
Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection
Like a crowd packed in the front without the midsection
Used to live robbing and stealing and being reckless
It took time for my mind to put the ghetto in perspective
I used to live in the back of a holding van
Used to be offbeat like the white girls' shoulder dance
I wrote rhymes a acappella, no beat behind bars
Shed blood to make it, like the story behind scars
I used to be a battle champion in the meanwhile
Before some of you little fuckers learned to freestyle
Prematurely senile underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I learned it by watching you, don't ever forget it bitch
Cause everybody knows how the government do
They never snitch on themselves, but they want you to snitch on YOU
Evolution from Australopithecus
Primitive commercial shit to hard-core lyricist
Your wax is useless, rappers are dropping like Icarus
Technological revolution... nigga picture this
Motherfucka what?
Yeah
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed to the top of the clip now
Treat it like a robbery, I'm shutting this shit down
Fellas put your hands up and the all the women strip down
That's not misogynist you ostriches, cause I could just, apocalypse
Talk politics to the populace
Or challenge what the market is
With militant caucuses
That'll smash the spirit of Hip Hop out the sarcophagus
This is the curse of Tutankhamen, I bring the drama on
I'm sinful, I eat you, broad daylight on Ramadan
Hip Hop, reparations, now we taking back Delucci
Don't tell me you spent it on coke, like Danny Bonaduce
We're tired of being on the outside, looking in
Wondering what the fuck Hip Hop would've been
This is what it is, as opposed to what it used to be
And this is your corporate tax ID eulogy
Dominant species the new breed that won't let you breath
I'll make you die for what I believe
So we got nothing in common
There ain't no comparison
You got beef with niggas, I got beef with Aryans
White power Nazi European Americans
Rapid Poverty pimps, and fake vegetarians
The resurrection, ripping a ball through the record section
Flight connection to the Chechen border for guerrilla lessons
Fuck a middle man distributor, I got a choice now
This ain't Volume 1., I got a grown man's voice now
Toured the country four times over, I'm older and wiser
Poisonous words, you'll find strychnine in my saliva
(motherfucka what?... Bring it to 'em raw)
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
50 caliber bullets, I don't need a clip now
Fuck your private jet nigga we shooting the shit down
Bomb wall street and make the stock market dip down
I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
You the shit nigga? I don't care about shit now
I play the role of Abraham, idols get ripped down
Melt the ice caps, and make all of this shit drown
(No one out there can fuck with me)
(motherfucka what?)
(I speak that real shit)
(to smash the airwaves)
(I don't want to tell you motherfuckers again)
{Deep Cover-1992}
“We’ve developed a new product. It’s completely synthetic, therefore, no growing, no refining, no peasants, best of all no international borders, no customs agents. There in that case in front of you are two detailed perspecti on marketing and anticipated cash flow and so forth…”
“You racist Americans, you just want to cut us poor hispanics completely out of the market.”
"Now I think you know that there is no such thing as an American anymore. No Hispanics, no Japanese, no blacks, no whites, no nothing. Just rich people and poor people.” |
same damn tune | Tunechi, Drama, same time
Can only be Dedication
Turn the music up in my headphones
Uh, I'm wildin' out on my skateboard, she ridin' dick like race cars
My blunt longer than spacebars, I'm gettin' higher than quasars
I beg your pardon, I egg your noggin, got Nin up in my glove compartment
I'm so short, yellow bus retarded, my flow hard, these niggas carpet
I'm Tunechi, I do me, smoke doobies, tote uzis
I make that bitch cum 'til she come to a conclusion
I'm ill as an illusion, I got B's like a student
Bitch I am not a human and this dick is therapeutic
She say, "Tunechi give that dick to me, smoother than a symphony"
Two bad bitches at the same time, symmetry
Murder you no sympathy, got medal like olympians
Tee put the weed in the blunt like a parentheses
Fuck y'all niggas I'm gettin' me, is you kiddin' me?
That big booty, them pretty feet
Them swishas' sweets with that purp
Church - with the priest
That red-boned get licked to sleep, she'll wake up and get dicked to sleep
Pickled meat, freaky deak, I test these niggas with a cheat-sheet
Her clit look like a jelly bean, I'm on that promethazine
Blow your ass to smithereens, kush strong like Mr. Clean
I'm a king I have a dream, money flippin' trampoline
Money flippin' balance beam, fresher than the prince, the king, and the queen
That's your bitch if my celly ring and I kiss her belly ring
Put that dick up in her spleen, I shine like afro sheen
And I eat pussy, she suck dick at the same damn time
That's a 69, then pass her to my slime
I'm skatin' and rappin' at the same damn time
I said I might retire, but y'all know I be high
I did that time, I paid that fine
Fuck around and go to jail for the same damn crime
For the same damn crime? Na, murder this time
Potato on the end of the barrel, french fries
I'm rich bitch, Trukfit in Macy's!
And you pussy niggas hatin' like a racist
Totally dude, I'm white boy wasted
She can't wait to take her drawers off like braces
Yeah, Scooby got another one, smokin' on that bubble gum
Two dutch bitches, double dutch, I'm the shit, bubble guts
Nigga get your duffles up, don't know if it's love or lust
Tell that ho to suck it up, she got lips like rubber ducks
That pussy whack, I'm one and done, trouble some I'm troublesome
Got two bitches off twitter, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum
Single ladies, double cups, I'm tighter than a cummerbund
Smokin' on that strong, my blunt a fucking muscle punk
Tunechi
And I'm gone
Hahaha, yeah, Dedication 4 ho
Future fuck with me! |
suckerz | I give 'em love and they run away
Fly to Paris, don't wanna stay
All she wanted was caviar
All I got was her time of day
Wanna take you out, wanna show you off
Wanna buy you things, wanna get you off, oh girl
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Wanna put your name in outer space
When we're on a plane to another place, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
And now I got a taste of my own medicine
All this shit that I do to women
It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin'
We all suckers for somethin', yeah
And now I got a taste of my own medicine
All this shit that I do to women
It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin'
We all suckers for somethin', oh
And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck up and send a text
But put your phone down, baby give that shit a rest
Oh God, you don't need that
We all suckers for somethin', best believe that
And I wanna tell you every night and day
The feelings come, the feelings stay
But you came around, I wrote you off
And I'm slippin' up and I'm playin' games
She wanna interrupt, wanna cut me off
Wanna make me feel like hella small, oh God
That shit ain't cute
She wanna stay out late, party in the Hills
Rub it in my face, make me feel my feels, alright
I guess I got it bad
And now I got a taste of my own medicine
All this shit that I do to women
It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin'
We all suckers for somethin', yeah
And now I got a taste of my own medicine
All this shit that I do to women
It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin'
We all suckers for somethin', oh
And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck up and send a text
But put your phone down, baby give that shit a rest
Oh God, you don't need that
We all suckers for somethin', best believe that |
opposite | Way sick, no antidote
Earring same size as cantaloupes
They glow with my homeboy and low
Goddamn, little shorty got a camel toe
Hands on like a iPhone or a laptop or a iPad
So I make money like a ballplayer
So my pockets look like thigh pads
I'm the man, got the car with the trunk in the rear
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
Got a big old watch on my time clock
Push the button and my top drop
And I ain't even have to go to no chop shop
You niggas think the same, I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front, that's the opposite
All red guts, but the paint is chocolate
Steering wheel on the side, that's the opposite
Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite
Love stacking cabbage, but I'm smoking broccoli
You gonna pay her, eat the box, I'm the opposite
I'mma break her, cut her off, that's the opposite
Money don't make me, I make money
You niggas funny, I'm too real
Smoke big stank, got big bank
I'm heart-stopping, I'm hard to kill
Make a hundred million, God willing
Leave a hundred million to my little children
Got no ceiling and no feelings
I'm the truth, nigga, that's what it is
Got two million on my ice bill
Rolling cause I'm on two pills
I'm throwing money like a windmill
I'm so cold, lowering the wind chill
In a Maserati on Candler Road
Me and Mojo, and I'm blowing dro
Is you filthy rich? I might be
Is you best at it? I think so
You niggas think the same, I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front, that's the opposite
All red guts, but the paint is chocolate
Steering wheel on the side, that's the opposite
Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite
Love stacking cabbage, but I'm smoking broccoli
You gonna pay her, eat the box, I'm the opposite
I'mma break her, cut her off, that's the opposite
I was locked up, no sunshine
Now I'm out and I'm balling too hard
Got two scrubs, no b-girl
My jewelry game is retard
Like a six-shot, I'm fully loaded
At Magic City, I'm getting loaded
Smoked so many blunts with your girlfriend
I thought that her head exploded
It's ooh-wop in that new drop
Got four o's in my soda pop
I'm so faded, I'm so wasted
I thought that I had dreadlocks
Make money at a fast pace
Don't come out here cause it ain't safe
Roll orange and I drink grape
I can't feel my damn face
It's Gucci!
You niggas think the same, I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front, that's the opposite
All red guts, but the paint is chocolate
Steering wheel on the side, that's the opposite
Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite
Love stacking cabbage, but I'm smoking broccoli
You gonna pay her, eat the box, I'm the opposite
I'mma break her, cut her off, that's the opposite |
if i want to | I Can Fuck Your Bitch If I Want To
She Can Get The Dick When She Want To
I Can Rob The Plug If I Want To
I Come To Your Home If I Want To
If I Want To Baby If I Want To
I'm Getting Money Baby Don't Want You
If I Want To Baby If I Want To
I'm Getting Money Baby Don't Want You
I'm Waiting For This New Plug To Come Through
I Almost Touchdown But I Fumble
You Can't Come To My Hood It's A Jungle
Do You Know How Many Woods I Had To Run Through
I Kidnapped You Daughter If I Want To
We Fly To Bora Bora When We Want To
I Got Gallons Of Water If You Want To
I Know Niggas Smoking Water Because They Want To
I Just Pull The Trigger I Don't Rumble
I Been Getting Money Since The Tunnel
You Can Play With Glizzy If You Want To
Now Let Me See What This Gun Do
I Can Fly To Paris If I Want To
I Can Fuck Yaris If I Want To
You Only Buy A Pair I Get A Bundle
It's Glizzy Glizzy Baby Yea I Stun To
I Can Get A Deal If I Want To
You Can't Keep It Real If You Want To
I Be Smoking Loud Your Shit Mumble
Risk My Life For Money That I'mma Run Through
I Can't Wait To Make It Out The Struggle
And A Nigga Might Hate On Me Like Lil Snupe
I Can Get You Pop If You Want To
I Love My Glock We Such A Good Couple |
my propeller | If you can summon the strength, tow me
I can't hold down the urgency
You've got to make your descent slowly
And oil up those sticky keys
Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller
It's a necessary evil
No cause for emergency
Borrowed the beak off a bald eagle
Oh, momentary synergy
Coax me out my low
Sink into tomorrow
Coax me out my low
And have a spin of my propeller
My propeller won't spin
And I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
Oh, my propeller won't spin
And I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
Oh, my propeller won't spin
And I can't get it started on my own
When are you arriving?
Oh, my propeller |
afraid | I'm America's Sweetheart
Trying to get away
You make it hard to leave
But it's easier for me to stay
I am so afraid
And I've had it up to here
With the fighting, baby, we're
Not fooling anyone these days
I don't wanna stray
But boy, I'm so afraid
But it's not love that keeps me here
And it's not what you want to hear
So I'm going
Back to Santa Monica
New York to L.A
Never coming back, boy
No matter what you do or say
'Cause I'm so afraid
And I've had it up to here
With the panic and the fear
There's nothing in your heart
Thought that I could make you change
I'm so afraid
We were just teenagers when we fell in love
Driving in your fast car
Looking at the stars above
But it was not enough
You should never come between
A woman and her dream
And a man that never knew his place
There's no easy way
To come back from where you came
So, baby, now I'm going
Back to Santa Monica
New York to L.A
Never coming back, boy
No matter what you do or say
'Cause I'm so afraid
I-I've had it up to here
With the panic and the fear
Nothing in your heart, boy
I thought that I could make you change
I'm so afraid
And it's not love, it's just the fear
That you've put down for all these years
But I'm leaving now
I'm going
Back to Santa Monica
New York to L.A
Never coming back, boy
No matter what you do or say
I am done being afraid
Oh, I've had it up to here
With the panic and the fear
There's nothing in your heart
I thought that I could make you change
I'm so afraid
Oh, it's not love that keeps me here
It's not love that keeps me here
I'm done being afraid
I'm done being afraid
Oh, oh, oh |
weed lacer | Yo, weed lacer, 97 burgundy Blazer
Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the Mercury Tracer
I’m on some loced shit, some fed up with the bein’ broke shit
I’m not to joke with, bitch I don’t sell crack, I smoke it
Havin' a coke fit, goin' through withdrawals daily
Shoot up with mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailie
My brain’s dusted, I’m disgusted at all my habits
Too many aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets
Losin' battles to wack rappers cause I’m always too blunted
Walkin’ up in the cypher smokin’, talkin’ about “Who want it?”
Thug and a crook; every drug in the book I’ve done it
My 9’s at your brain, is that you chain? run it
Crews die from an overdosage of excessive flavor
Aggressive nature got me stickin’ you for your Progressive pager
Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer
Stole your momma’s Acura, wrecked it, and sold it back to her
Boostin’ Nike jackets, escaped from psychiatrics
Told the nurse to save my bed for me, I might be back trick
So barricade your entrance, put up some extra fences
A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses
Chasin’ dips – take ‘em on long vacation trips
Kidnappin’ ‘em and trappin’ ‘em in abusive relationships
Mess up your face and lips, slit your stomach and watch your gut split
Gut you with that razor that I use to shave my nuts with
Mama, don’t you cry, your son is too far gone
I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on
I’m messed up, I feel just like an overworked plumber
I’m sick of the crap, what’s Jack Kevorkian’s phone number? |
erybody kno | Hey I'mma tell you something and I'mma keep it real, ay man, ay Bitch Mob Task Force, ay all the beautiful girls in here man, I'mma tell you what I want and what we gon do, ya heard me?
Erybody know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Ask me bout the bitch, I'mma tell you bout the bitch
I'mma tell you bout the ho, last night with the bitch
I'mma tell you bout the bitch, that sucked on my dick
Bitch you is a bitch, with ya fake ass clique
Tell ya fake ass friend, get out my fucking house
Tell that stupid ass bitch, I'mma fuck her in the mouth
What's the problem with me? Bitch I'm kinda stressed
I don't have enough sex, and I fuckin' need to stretch
I'mma go to Starbucks, in the mornin' for some coffee
If it ain't a girl there, I won't buy no damn coffee
I'm a maniac bitch, I'mma fuck her in the mornin
Task Force, Bitch Mob, you know we all horny!
Erybody know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Bitch pay attention, there go Lil B
He on the internet, and he on TV
Now you know I love girls, and respect all women
It's some HOES in this house, pass me a couple bitches
By the way fuck drugs, I can fuck the bitch sober
I done popped a viagra, and I look like Steve Austin
I look like Tim McGraw, with the bitches on my farm
Had to set the bitch alarm, you gon' fuck me in the mornin'
Bitch I might lick your ass, bitch I might pay you cash
Bitch I might fuck ya last, I'mma fuck ya in the grass
I'mma fuck ya in the mouf, 'cause she know that I'm the best
Cuz she know that I'm the rawest, I'm the only pretty bitch!
Erybody know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho
Erybody fucking know, I'mma fuck her like a ho |
thizzles | - Man, I don't give a fuck about all that, I just wanna make sure these beats are locked down. Hey, hold on one second, here's Tech right here, man. What's up homeboy, what you need?
- Th-th-th-th-thizzles!
- How many?
- Th-th-th-th-thizzles!
- What is that, like five?
- Yahtzee!
- Alright, c'mon through
- Cool
Only ye who is on the molly shall dig this little diddy here
And if ye shall want that molly, then ye shall have it!
When I'm in the house everybody in the place know I got that
Ladies in the back, on my lap, I'mma tap when they pop that
I was on that molly when I copped that, but I never dropped that
Hey, hey (I got thizzles)
T-H-I-Z-Z-L-E-S in my belly, yes
We stay high, we be helly X'd, so don't be jelly, just
Get up in the midst of the party
Got a fistful of molly and a bitch with a body
I think I wanna grab another chick from a hottie
Make her lick on my lollipop, I hits when I'm naughty
Hit 'em both then I'm 'scaping later
Never limited, dig it, I'm makin' paper
Penny pickin', was sick, I was hatin' fakers
Who played the great A, but they can't bust
I was a-poppin', the panties was droppin'
I never stopped even when granny was knockin'
Super shockin' when the be canopy top
It's off from all the rockin', insanity fuckin'
That I does, my high buzz
The type of sky shove I love, I was
Poppin' Molly Ringwald, eatin' Stacy Green raw
Everybody and thing saw a motherfuckin' fiend, y'all
When I'm in the house everybody in the place know I got that
Ladies in the back, on my lap, I'mma tap when they pop that
I was on that molly when I copped that, but I never dropped that
Hey, hey (I got thizzles)
M-D-M-to-the-A, on that plate, got me hella straight
We just took some dips, we just met, but we gon' fuck today
So pop that pussy for a goon and I got four hoes in my hotel room
Got a zip of that Marley and a fill of that Henny and a gram of that molly we about to go boom
Bitch it's Tech Nina and your boy Danny Brown
Hand-me-down clothes on me hand-me-down hoes
They be hoes on the dick doing fingers made of gold with a ruby on her head and a diamond on my nuts
Cumming on her butt for a pill with a slut
Playin' with the pussy now I'm tryin' to go fuck
So ho stop playin' gon' let a nigga cut
Like a homeboy screamin' ridin' on the west side
Gon' suck a nigga dick or something
Gon' let a nigga hit or something
We rollin', rollin' on the moon rocks we controlling, 'trolling
Up against the wall, all these bitches on my balls
Off that Molly Ringwald
Off that molly, brainwashed
When I'm in the house everybody in the place know I got that
Ladies in the back, on my lap, I'mma tap when they pop that
I was on that molly when I copped that, but I never dropped that
Hey, hey (I got thizzles)
Orange juice, morn' boost
Born goof, scorn roots
Worn youths, let my horns loose
Porn groups, with the E we raise the darn roof
Got it really hot in here
I'mma knock this beer, I'mma pop this, yeah
Bet you think I'mma gonna stick and rock this rear
But big booty bitch, I love you, but I'm not sincere
Said you never popped before, I can't tell how
'Cause you're freaky, you take it, you're going to hell now!
That I does, my high buzz
The type of sky shove I love
I was
Poppin' Molly Ringwald, eatin' Stacy Green raw
Everybody and thing saw a motherfuckin' fiend, y'all
When I'm in the house everybody in the place know I got that
Ladies in the back, on my lap, I'mma tap when they pop that
I was on that molly when I copped that, but I never dropped that
Hey, hey (I got thizzles)
Time to get your molly on!
Time to get your molly on!
Time to get your molly on! |
sign of the times | Imagine the Word of God without religious groupies
Imagine a savior born in a Mexican hooptie
Persecuted single mother in a modern manger
You'd crucify him again like a fuckin' stranger
Tears of the anger are worth more than diamonds or rubies
Imagine bein' locked up since juvie
Imagine changin' your life and still goin' out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talkin' shit when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in your life
Like them kids in Afghanistan chasin' a kite
For most of the world, that's what it's like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your life
Is set to marry someone else at the end of the night
They say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and your mind
And fight the hardest when you start from behind
So I dream the impossible all the time
Fuck a Masonic design — America's future is mine
Repeat that to yourself, 'cause if culture's a crime
Them numbers tatted on your arm aren't too far behind
They can only conquer you after they've murdered your mind
So rise up, motherfucker, like the sign of the times
I feel my body weakenin', but my spirit is fine
Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a dime
And fight with my rebel army until the stars are aligned
Nostradamus was a white man's prophet
Who predicated European supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador columns
Killed more innocent people than Hitler and Stalin
I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, give this to the OG's doin' life with you
And pray for the problems with the Pope psychology
So the Vatican will offer an apology (for what?)
For destroyin' the people's liberation theology
Snatchin' the spirit of Jesus from people in poverty
Business decisions like keepin' people in prisons
But had the opposite effect: incarceratin' religion
That type of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you read the Northwood documents
Forget the compliments for what I recorded
And live for revolution instead of always dyin' for it
Remember a bullet can never stop me
My legions are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, watch me
Even if I'm shot in the chakra, I will prosper
Doppler effect, bumpin' music out a helicopter
Tellin' the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster!"
And tell them I came back as the son of the Ahura Mazda
Fish out the Philistine Dagon from the shores of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl flyin' over La Raza
This is my message to the older gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the revolution, like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the Hebrews of Israel
The blood clot system tried to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived, and I'm alive to fight another day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still hear my mother pray
Sister cryin' out to God, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walkin' towards the light, but somethin' is pullin' me the other way
Immortal Technique
Rise up, young brother!
It is not your time to die |
voices in my head | Monsta's gon’ tear it up
All she ever wanted was my heart to hurt
No attachments, just a Gucci purse
She know I'm mad rich, she think I'm usin’ her
My diamonds Mavericks, they so blue to her
And the way I'm actin' is all due to her
If I think she thottin', I'm gon' do it first
I'm gon' call my side bitch and we gon’ do the work
She know I’m from Highbridge, my chain show through the shirt
The feds locked my man up, free Montana
Damn, all he ever wanted was his bands up
They gave him 10 years for nothin', keep your head up
If any niggas start to fret, nigga, lay ’em out
Just listen to all my tracks
'Cause I don't wanna do no interviews, I'm not into that
And I be feelin’ like I'm Malcolm, I got the X on my back
And every nigga in the X can vouch for me, that's a fact
I dropped my first mixtape and yeah, that shit ran laps
By the time I dropped The Bigger Artist, like seven million in plaques
Got too much gold, I'm way too smart to leave my crib without straps
And any nigga run up on us gon' get hit like that
And I'ma be like nigga started what I started
Skinny nigga with a Patek and a Pyrex
Any nigga could get embarrassed, come and try it
Any nigga could get a bad bitch, just go and buy shit
I know, I know
You're just like all the bitches I know
Why do you know all the bitches I know?
I think we're better off as rivals, yeah
I know, I know
Why do you know all the bitches I know?
You're just like all the bitches I know
You're just like all my fuckin' rivals, yeah
And I know, I know
You're just like all the bitches I know
Insecure, so you got that lipo
I feel like I'm the rappin' Michael, yeah
I think I'm better off without you
And you think I don't know about the things you do
But I do all the same fuckin' things you do
We are both the same, I am just like you, yeah
I know that you get in your feelings, baby, me too
Sometimes I swear I say some shit that I don't mean to
I make you feel a type of way, I make you evil
When I was broke, they used to treat me like I'm see-through
They killed my nigga Quado in the projects
And then they killed Beasty, free PeeWee
I swear to God, somebody better die next
And if it's one of my niggas, nigga, free me |
she with the shit | Tank you ready to roll
Duffle bags of that R&B money
Tank
Duffle bags of that R&B money
Hey, Q
She a boss motherfucker and she know it (She know it)
She a boss motherfucker and she know it (Know it)
I let her get to the top, I let her fuck up the streets
I let her flip up the work, I let her get it all week
I let he pull up her dress, I let her show me that ass
I let her twerk on the seats, I let 'em sit on the glass
I let her put it in drive, I let her work with the stick
I let her do tricks with the ride, look how she work with the stick
I let her open her mouth, I let her put somethin' in
I let her do what she want and I let her do it again
Yeah, she a pretty lil thing, but a real go getter
The kind that won't sing, you can do dirt with her
She wanted a boss, it don't get no bigger
Beat it up 'til the morning, she ain't a quitter
She with the shit
She with the shit
She with the shit now
Anything I say, I have that thing my way
She with the shit
She with the shit
She with the shit now
Told me that it's mine, she turn it in on time
She with the
Shit, all day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day, all day
She ain't fuckin' with no lames
She with the
Shit, all day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day, all day
And I don't play no games
She with the
She with the shit, talkin' diarrhea
We go through shit, I stay lyin' to her
She think I'm real like I'm Mountain Dew
That pussy squirt on me like fountains do
I'm in Miami in fountain bleu
Taxes paid out when the count is due
I don't care nothin' 'bout what you say
I don't care nothin' 'bout what you do
Me and Tank in the tank
I'm a soldier I'll shoot you
More then millions in the bank
Me and Tank got somthin' to do
He said Quan, be patient
I told him I wanted to be in movies
He said walk around like shit stank
But stay humble and prove
Yo point to everybody
She with the shit, she with the shit
She want the D, she want the dick
So I gave it to her
Whipped it up, yeah, I slaved it to her
Tank sing it to 'em, hey
She with the shit
She with the shit
She with the shit now
Anything I say, I have that thing my way
She with the shit
She with the shit
She with the shit now
Told me that it's mine, she turn it in on time
She with the
Shit, all day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day, all day
She ain't fuckin' with no lames
She with the
Shit, all day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day, all day
Shit, all day, all day, all day
And I don't play no games
She with the shit |
top 5 dead or alive t5doa tracklist album cover | 1. Intro - First 48
2. Shop Talk (Skit)
3. You Don't Eat
4. You Can See
5. Y.O. (Youthful Offenders)
6. Jason
7. Kill
8. Man In The Mirror
9. Synergy
10. Ain't Nothin New
11. So High
12. Ahaa Interview (Skit)
13. Critikal
14. Confetti (Skit)
15. Cutlass
16. Realest In The Game
17. Rain
18. One More Mile To Go
19. Baby
Album Cover |
both of us | I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us
Some day I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us
Uhh
Ever thought about losing it
When your money’s all gone and you lose your whip
You might lose your grip when the landlord tell you that you due for rent
And the grass so green on the other side
Make a nigga wanna run straight through the fence
Open up the fridge 'bout 20 times
But you still can’t find no food in it
That’s foolishness
And sometimes I wonder, why we care so much about the way we look
And the way we talk and the way we act and the clothes we bought
How much that cost?
Does it even really matter?
'Cause if life is a uphill battle
But y’all tryna climb with the same ol’ ladder
In the same boat, with the same ol’ paddle
Why so shallow? I’m just askin'
What’s the pattern to the madness?
Everybody ain’t a number one draft pick
Most of us ain’t Hollywood actors
But if it’s all for one, and one for all
Then maybe one day, we all could ball
Do it one time for the underdogs
Sincerely yours, from one of y'all
I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us
Some day I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us
I could feel your pain, I could feel your struggle
You just wanna live, but everything's so low
That you could drown in a puddle
That’s why I gotta hold us up, yeah, hold us up
For all the times no one’s ever spoke for us
To every single time that they play this song
You can say that that’s what Bobby Ray wrote for us
When the tides get too high
And the sea up underneath gets so deep
And you feel like you’re just another person
Getting lost in the crowd, way up high in the nosebleeds
Uh, because we've both been there, both of us
But we still stand tall with our shoulders up
And even though we always against the odds
These are the things that’ve molded us
And if life hadn’t chosen us
Sometimes I wonder where I would've wound up
Cause if it was up to me, I’d make a new blueprint
Then build it from the ground up, hey
But if it’s all for one, and one for all
Then maybe one day, we all could ball
Do it one time for the underdogs
From Bobby Ray, to all of y’all
I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us
Some day I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us |
nike boots | I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Still got my Nike boots
Southside, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
The revolution will proceed
Unification the DMV I will achieve indeed
I decree I'm forming a new alliance
Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying
I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer
In the form of a poet, potency in the mic
I blank out then I approach it, turn me up and I go in
Haters learn to bear, I'm Lovie Smith with the vocals
Lord I'm so focused more focused than I ever been
So slightly passed em, like the letter "n"
It's DC, black jeans, black tee
This that North Face rap (Wale!) you better get me
PG, Riverdale, Largo, Temple Hills
Cap Heights, 1-2-4, Landover, Everywhere
Saratoga, 640, Berry Farms, 1-4
KDY, every corner, everybody got em on
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Still got my Nike boots
Southside, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers
It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it I made it happen
The most opinionated city you can make it in
And still a nigga made it here
I'm Neo in the matrix
Knees dug deep into the pavement
DMV so we used to the waiting
Nobody seems to care we so complacent with the vacancy
See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard
Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars
It's ironic, it's the same for the artists
Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars
A lot of drama, a lot of beef
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Goadome Nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer
None like us, so none like us
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Still got my Nike boots
Southside, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up?
This where the haters is, this why they hate us here
This why I hate it here, though love it, I made it here
We all here, from the dealers to the kids
To the squares to the fly, one thing we are aligned with
Black on black Nikes that represent the lifeless lives
And it reflects the plight of those fighting so
If we ain't right and always at the throats
Of one another at least we got our Goadome Nikes
A metaphor, for the insecure
If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing
One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers
Melancholy we are though we all learn to love it
Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage
And thru all our troubles, we still walk around walk around
(flyer than the rest of em)
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
And still got my Nike Boots
I'm just doin' what I gotta do
Flyer than the rest of them
Still got my Nike Boots
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Flyer than the rest of em
Still got my Nike boots
Southside, what up?
Uptown, what up?
PG, what up?
MoCo, what up? |
promise you this | Say man that nigga Snoop Dogg promised me a record deal man
That nigga promised me he was gon' come over man and do some things with me man
That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man
But he didn't come through man
Look nigga, I'ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch
I'ma promise you this
Nigga had to walk 'bout four days
These niggas actin' like hoes nowadays
When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit
A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips
I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood
Didn't forget where I came from, went back to the hood
Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail
And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin' back to jail
Retail, hoe sale, OG's won't tell
Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will
But I paid no mind I get back on my grind
I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch
I'ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch
I'ma promise you this
Niggas said somethiing outta place, dawg
I'ma let it go, I can't catch a case dawg
These motherfuckers prayin' on my downfall
I run the paint when it comes to this roundball
See I'm a legendary nigga doin' legendary shit
Smoking on the blunt with your temporary bitch
One thing's for certain, two thangs for sho
I'm a Long Beach nigga everywhere that I go
If I do, if I don't, if I will, if I won't
See time is money and it's the first of the month
Quit actin' funny my nigga
And go get your money my nigga
He do, 3, 2
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch
I'ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch
I'ma promise you this
Say man (I'ma promise you this)
Look I don't even promise my wife or my kids nothin'
So what I look like promising you something nigga (I'ma promise you this)
Look here you need to get up, get out, get something
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I'ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil' bitch
I'ma promise you this |
biebers paparazzi deposition | Clip I
PROSECUTION: Remember earlier today when I asked you -
BIEBER: No
PROSECUTION: Why don’t you listen to what I have to say first and then maybe you’ll tell me yes or no?
BIEBER: I don’t have to listen to anything you have to say
PROSECUTION: Answer my question if you have a question about my question...
BIEBER's DEFENSE ATTORNEY: Today is not for you to speak over me
DEFENSE: ..Have a right for you to be clear to me..
B ATTORNEY: Mr DeCalp...
New Scene
PROSECUTION: Have you been to Australia ever?
BIEBER: I don’t know... if I’ve been to Australia. Have I been to Australia?
New Scene
PROSECUTION: Are you aware that know that Scooter Braun knows that your body guards have attacked photographers?
DEFENSE: Objection to form
BIEBER: What kind of question is that? That didn’t make sense
DEFENSE: That's correct about that -
BIEBER: That doesn’t make sense, that’s a weird question: that doesn’t make sense
DEFENSE: Can you just add some foundation?
PROSECUTION: I-I-I- didn’t hear your response. Again sir, I’m I’m pleading with you to-
BIEBER: You know, I, I didn’t finish. I didn’t finish
PROSECUTION: Oh, oh, I'm sorry - I didn’t want to interrupt
BIEBER: Oh, oh really, you didn’t wanna to interrupt?
New Scene
PROSECUTION: Is it true that you know that your security guards will punch, grab and push paps if they need too?
BIEBER: Uh... I object
PROSECUTION: Will you please look at the film, that’s up there?
DEFENSE: Go ahead and start
BIEBER: This is a film? This is a film?
PROSECUTION: Pause it. Would you please watch the television
BIEBER: You said it’s a film, you said watch the film, is this a film?
PROSECUTION: Is this a... is there a difference between the film and something else?
BIEBER: Is this a film?
DEFENSE: It’s a yes or no answer required right?
BIEBER: I think my lawyer's asking a question
PROSECUTION: Please, sir
BIEBER: My lawyer's asking a question
PROSECUTION: You're not here to answer his questions. You're here to answer mine
New Scene
PROSECUTION: Have you ever disciplined Mr. Hesney?
BIEBER: Disciplined...What kind of question is that? Is he my son? Guess what -
PROSECUTION: Will you answer my question?
BIEBER: Guess what - I don’t recall.
Clip II
PROSECUTION: You know Selena Gomez?
BIEBER: Yes.
PROSECUTION: You be dating her at some point in time?
DEFENSE: Whats the relevance of that, why are you asking that question?
PROSECUTION: I’m take - because I’m allowed to ask
DEFENSE: No you’re not allowed to just-
PROSECUTION : Ab-ab-absolutely
DEFENSE: -make up something and ask it
PROSECUTION: What are you talking about?
DEFENSE: It sounds like you're trying to harass him
OTHER BIEBER ATTORNEY: Be a lawyer, man
PROSECUTION: Stop making speeches and--
BIEBER: Journalism, this isn't journalism, man
DEFENSE: What is your relevance, what’s your pro-offer?
PROSECUTION: If you have an objection state your objection
DEFENSE: What’s your, what’s your pro-offer for relevance on that?
PROSECUTION: Sir, have you ever talked with Selena Gomez and discussed your feelings about paparazzi's with her?
BIEBER: (sighs) Don’t ask me about her again
PROSECUTION: Sir
DEFENSE: Move on to another-
PROSECUTION: Have you ever!
BIEBER: Don't ask me about her again
PROSECUTION: Have you ever discussed!
BIEBER: Don’t ask me about her again
PROSECUTION: Have you ever discussed your feelings-
BIEBER: Don’t ask me about her again
PROSECUTION: Paparrazi -
DEFENSE: We gotta take a break-
PROSECUTION: Sir have you -
DEFENSE: This is harassment if I’ve ever seen it. This is outrageous
BIEBER: Don’t ask me about her again
DEFENSE: Let’s take a break Justin, let’s take a break
Clip III
DEFENSE: Objection
BIEBER:
PROSECUTION: Did I say something funny?
DEFENSE: You don’t need to argue with the witness. Do you wanna state your question again?
PROSECUTION: Is there anything funny in my question, as to why you were laughing?
DEFENSE: What what is your question, should we have it read back? Lets have it
BIEBER: Well, I don't know, Katie Couric, you tell me
PROSECUTION: Are you calling me Katie Couric?
BIEBER: .. No
PROSECUTION: Is this a news interview for you? Cause it's not, it's your deposition, do you understand that?
BIEBER: Yes... but I see what you're doing
PROSECUTION: Have you ever spoken with Scooter Braun regarding photographers who want to take a picture of you?
DEFENSE: Asked and answered several times
BIEBER: That was definitely asked before that question was...
PROSECUTION: What was your answer, please remind me of your answer
BIEBER: No this seems like a 60 minutes interview
Clip IV
PROSECUTION: Do you know Raymond Usher IV?
BIEBER: No
PROSECUTION: Do you know an individual entertainer by the name of Usher?
BIEBER: Yeah...Usher, that sounds familiar
PROSECUTION: Isn’t it true that Usher is, was instrumental in starting your career?
DEFENSE: What does this have to do with this litigation, Mr. D Calp? This is just you trying to harass the client
BIEBER: Before we came back here, you would ask me...
PROSECUTION: Let let her read back the question. Thank you for your memory
BIEBER: I was found on Youtube. Umm, I think that I was detrimental to my own career
PROSECUTION: I’m sorry, I can’t hear you at all. I’m sitting right next to you can, uh, you go...
DEFENSE: He said I think I was instrumental to my own career
PROSECUTION: Well let me hear back from the
BIEBER: Instrumental
Clerk: He said, I think I was instrumental to my own career.
PROSECUTION: Thank you, sir, but my question was, Usher, was he helpful to your professional career?
BIEBER: Yes
PROSECUTION: Is Usher a close friend of yours?
BIEBER: Yes
PROSECUTION: Is Usher a confidant?
BIEBER: Umm, I guess, yes
PROSECUTION: Has Usher given you career advice?
BIEBER: Is this an interview or a deposition? I’m confused. |
smile | Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing the world famous T R A P S O U L king
Sing yeah
Huh, wassup‚ baby?
Ha‚ yeah‚ I see you, girl, you stylin'
Ayy‚ you stylin'
Yeah
Must be hard to keep 'em off you, girl
I know they wanna go, they must be
Uh‚ fiendin' for it, honestly, I'm dreamin' for it
I can see, I can see you finally (Yeah)
Singin', yeah, you had enough (That's right)
I can tell you had enough (Slow down)
And the bill keep addin' up
Got dressed for the night, you bad as fuck (You bad)
Giddy up, keep backin' it up (Keep back)
Her lips on MAC, no truck
If her nigga keep actin' up, I'm
Hmm, that's right
I'm, I'm on it, yeah
Right, you can tell I want it, yeah
Walk back, girl I had to hop on it, girl
Let's call it a night, you damn right
Cool with me if you stayin' the night
He blew your high like dandelion
You make your wish, I grant it right
I'm only ridin, ridin' out then slidin' out
'Less you right there beside me
Glidin' down the street
I like to see you smilin'
Yeah yeah, you know I like to see you smilin'
Ain't seen it in a while
A while
Y-Yeah, I like your smile, ain't seen it in a while, while, while
Yeah, uh-huh
I said it's been a while, while, while (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, and you keep that head strong
I could take that edge off
Girl, you know my sex great
My weed is good, my bed soft
Let me take them pants off
Pull every single layer off
Nope, I don't play at all
And ya had to lay him off (That's right)
Little boy slacked on the job (That's right)
That boy work quarter time (Time)
He no work overtime (OT)
You can tell him it's over now (It's over)
Go tell him I hold you down (You down)
That nigga won't slow you down
Wanna see you go forward now (Ayy, I got ya)
Wanna see you go forward now (Forward now)
Gotta keep you going now (Goin' now)
I can't let you throw it down
Let me light your torch now (She fire)
He like to dim your light
Girl, I'm just glad you know it now
I can't even ride Porsche now
Without you there riding, riding out then slidin' out
'Less you right there beside me
Glide down the street
I like to see you smilin'
Oh yeah, you know I like to see you smilin'
Ain't seen it in a while
A while
Y-Yeah, I like your smile, ain't seen it in a while, while, while
Settle down now
Yeah, uh-huh
(Been a while)
I said it's been a while, while, while (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Know I miss you smilin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, been a while
Baby what’s been going on?
And your smile been missin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, been a while |
baby phifes return | The madman Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia
Maybe that'll ease ya
Master of this microphone mackin', master as in great
I'll have your brain goin' in circles as my style tends to ovulate
I'm makin' moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me
Retrace, won't, so you're stubborn like groupies
Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart
Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks'
While you playin' hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey
'Cause I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley
Dissin' around with wack rhymin'
You lose your grip from chalk climbin'
Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman
Who never got the props that she damn well deserved
But see me, you don't wanna see me, 'cause all MCs are gettin' served
The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer
I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cipher
Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame
'Cause rappin' ain't no game, big up your head and maintain
Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin' any beef
Ain't nothin' sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin' street
Phife Dawg, swingin' it back and forth just like Aaliyah
Makin' moves on your heart like that trick Tamia
No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death
But yo Tip, bring in the chorus 'cause I'm losin' my breath
Ay yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
You know the deal, ha, you know the deal
Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism
My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism
My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism
As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin' izm
Now, when I'm with some cheese, I'll be lettin' off gism
Writin' rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism
I got a brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm
As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him
Got the Lightro in the back talkin' bout (come on, get him)
And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em
Sucka MC in my path, hey man, I say we ship him
Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin'
Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin'
I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin'
For those who act cute, see I got them on mute
Have you walkin' through your projects in your birthday suit
'Cause your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute
If you a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke
My style is, every day all day, similar to water
Crushin' MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter
Keep shit hotter...than a sauna
Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter
Hey, I tried to warn her
My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill
So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill
Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear
Singin' good stuff in my ear, runnin' fingers through my hair
Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations
Just keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations
Chillin' with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians
Ya new mean
Word up
I just wanna big up everybody for supportin' A Tribe Called Quest
Through the years
This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin'?
Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life
Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin', Consequence
192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, haha
You know what I'm sayin'? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man
Christine, you know what I'm sayin', word life (fading out)
The Abstract Poetic, rockin' this track
Bouncin' it all over the place, up in your face
You know what I'm sayin'? My man Lightro... |
bet | Chrome thing on me, chrome on the Lotus
I don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
Cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
It be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
That's why you gotta watch niggas like B.E.T
Little stupid niggas, they ain't got their G.E.D
But they'll do anything for a fee
And damn near anything for a key
Yeah, so I keep em in my rearview
You acting like you ready to die (be prepared to)
They gonna think you had a deal with Nike, I'm air you
Coming through, knocking that Black Rob (I dare you
Yeah), I'll send flowers to your wake
(I'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face)
I got a bunch of Rocsi's and Frees with me
I even gotta watch the niggas that be with me
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You keep your gun every day, I got my G.E.D
Everything's believable, anything's possible
Don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
You holding up your right hand on the stand
And then you put your right hand in the can
Friends like that, who needs enemies?
I'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies
Talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
Tear your ass apart, rip the runway
I ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with
Want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit
That's why when I breeze past, I'm with a broad
That reminds you of Free's ass at the Awards
My advice? Get your money, don't let it change you
And don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel
Gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
You gotta watch niggas, B.E.T
Friends at a distance, enemies close
Sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most |
happy birthday | Ooo, think I'm worried 'bout a rumor?
Whoa, I got a big crib, how many rooms here?
Aye, I forgot, I ain't seen the other side since I bought that motherfucker, wait
It's a shame, a lame's all you'll ever be
Man, a lame's all you'll ever be
Pain, came off of peanut butter jelly
Now you tellin' me all I get is jealousy?
Aye, happy birthday, you look surprised
I'm a gift, bitch, right before your eyes
I do this all the time, bitch, why you look surprised?
You look thirsty, my wrist look like Sprite
Happy birthday, today my day
I make a wish, I blow the cake
Ooo, you think I'm scared of a diss?
Aye, I think you're scared to get rich
Thursday to Thursday, I'm on my shift
I'm on my job like these hoes on my dick
Whoa, you start the day off by talkin' 'bout me
Everyday my birthday, you still ain't got me nothin'?
Yeah, I do this all the time
Aye, happy birthday, bitch, you look surprised
I told her, "Happy birthday, bitch, you look surprised"
I do this all the time, yeah, I do this all the time
And you gettin' crossed out if you ever cross the line
These bitches gon' strip and drop it down
And aksed them bitches, "Who poppin' now?"
Yeah, aksed them bitches who gon' stop me now
Ooo, think I'm worried 'bout a rumor?
Whoa, you still stayin' with a roomie
Aye, I forgot
You too busy talkin' 'bout it instead of gettin' to it, wait
It's a shame, a lame is all you'll ever be
Man, a lame is all you'll ever be
Game, got the whole set reppin' me
My name T-Raww, yeah, I'm raw like I said I'd be
Aye, happy birthday, you look surprised
I got my bread in the oven, watch it rise
I do this all time, why you look surprised?
I never hit the books but your boy bookin' flights, aye
Happy birthday, today my day
I make a wish, I blow the cake
Ooo, think I'm worried 'bout a scandal?
Aye, you put me on every chanel
Gave you a sample, it's part two
Part Hennessy, part fuel
All I want for my birthday is more fire
More Twelve Juice, more designer
Young Halle Berry's in my theater room reclinin'
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, you know you can't deny it
I'm on a wave, I just left the islands
This a gangsta party, all the hoes invited, aye
Yeah, I do this all the time
Aye, happy birthday, bitch, you look surprised
I told her, "Happy birthday, bitch, you look surprised"
I do this all the time, yeah, I do this all the time
And you gettin' crossed out if you ever cross the line
These bitches gon' strip and drop it down
And aksed them bitches, "Who poppin' now?"
Yeah, aksed them bitches who gon' stop me now
Happy birthday, today my day
I make a wish, I blow the cake
Happy birthday, today my day
I make a wish, I blow the cake
Happy birthday, today my day
I make a wish, I blow the cake
Happy birthday, today my day
I make a wish, I blow the cake |
felixeboue | Si je me mets à genoux c'est pour prendre un coup d'épée
Tu m'as mis un seul coup dans le flou, t'en as parlé tout l'été
J'vais te retweeter ta grand-mère, boîte crânienne sous Giuseppe
J'suis sur un transat, moitié khabat, j'pense à toi du bout des pieds
J'mets des gants pour faire la vaisselle, AK-47 sous l'évier
Sénégalo-BC, geah, DKR Noumou Démé
Faut être armé baraka, taffer dur, c'pas tout d'être doué
Surinamien, Balata, 9.7.3, Félix Éboué
Zerma tu rentres seul dans les tess sans aucun souci
Mais t'es une dizaine à la boutique, pends-toi avec ma ceinture Gucci
Koppbiwan-Kenobi, j'devrais pas combattre l'être humain
Lâche comme un terroriste, plus d'dix ans, zéro hit ou moins
Nero Nemesis sur le hiéroglyphe cousin
Quand nous on va te mêler, c'sera pas l'Stade Toulousain
Frère, t'es une blague, les plus courtes sont les meilleures
Fuck la misère, thug depuis mineur
Money bags tombent toutes les demi-heure
On fume la noire, tu sniffes l'albinos
On rendra ni les armes, ni l'flow à Migos, ouais, ouais, ouais
On fume la noire, tu sniffes l'albinos
On rendra ni les armes, ni l'flow à Migos
Un peu d'argent du trafic, le terrain n'est plus c'qu'il était
Numéro 1 dans la street, trop d'neige en hiver, je skie l'été
J'achète ici, va louer là-bas
Piste bre-som, chalet noir, reine de Saba
Slalom dans leurs mères, ouais nous ça va
Ta carrière au fond d'la mer comme Oussama |
in 2 deep | Yeah, you better watch the situation you gettin' involved in (Yeah)
You might get involved with the wrong people
Get into a situation you might can't get yourself out of (In too deep)
Dig a hole you can't climb out
You know what I'm saying
Get in it too deep
2x
I'm in it too deep to get on out
They always told me death was the only way out
I'm sitting up all night, I can never rest my head
How will my family take it if I ended up dead?
There was a man who approached me every night
When I was resting fast asleep
He traveled deep into my mind
And he promised me power beyond my wildest dreams
He said he could take me away from the suffering
Begging and our poverty
So I had to agree, there's one catch:
I must worship him throughout the centuries
But I really didn't know any better
I'm tired of the pain and Koop taught me running
He gave me the things he promised to me
But I cannot leave I will suffer forever
I'm tired of this wrong
But all his powers are much too strong
Oh so bad I want to move on
But if I do my soul is gone
Liars, fornicators, all you murderers, adulterers, and thieves
What you don't know
Is that you're walking in the same shoes with me
Nothin' but a novelty, that's all I see
Is he close to me
He said is she Victoria Secret
Hells of the air with the smells of a prayer
Bled right here with a stale bud
Doggystyled in a chair
Turned him on his stomach
And she's moaning from the motion
If you ready for the sticky green
Koop finna come a little bit closer
Rolled him over just before a sound went pop
Then I reached for my heart
Oh my god Koopsta just been robbed
I hope you feel me
I'm laying naked lookin' at the ceiling
In bloody red
Just same old same for the Koopstas
I'm in it too deep to escape this kind of drama
That costs us playa hatas and fakers
That equals problems
Today in this day in time
You can't read nobody's mind
These smiles turn to frowns
When they see a playa on the rise
On top of the world
Just a lookin' down and laughing at'cha
I never be bothered like 2pac
I ain't mad at'cha
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It's hell on this earth
The only thing that's missin' is the fire
Come on baby tell me
Is it something that your eyes can't see
Or are you just blind to the fact that you in it too deep
Yeah I know what ya mean
I had to stand on my ground
To give them the scene
Just me and my brotha down in the struggle
Then I serve 'em to the fiends
And after dark, deep in the park, them doped up fiends
Would start to light their pipe all through the night
I use to wonder will God
Please help the poor come up on their feet
Cause there was nothing to eat
Didn't want to jack or rob
A brotha had to maintain the streets
Up in the projects wasn't no flodgin'
Cause I was trying to get out who can you trust
I had to be tough, I never ran my mouth
Me and the crew would constantly hit the brew
A natural high
How can you make it in this world but to try
1991 was the year, 901 was the area code
Three eight double one six
Was the zip code of all the roads we rode
Now let my story be told
A young boy dropping out of school house
But not to learn off in the 10th grade
Try to come up at last like a total outcast
Off all them songs I done made
Boom my undergound tapes up and down the hall
To DJ Paul wasn't no damn thing
But to my dogs Tony and Shysta
Asked me to join a gang "that ain't me manne"
But hanging around them fools
I had to get down and join the click see
Cause I made so many enemies
From clicks up in my city
Now if I told ya what gang it was
Then to you I would seem more than down
But if I told ya what gang I'm in
I can only do a show off in my own town
But it's all to the good
Much love to the thugs an my good
And in my set much respect
I wit'cha for life that cha can bet
We lights one up tonight |
love will remember | Hey babe, it's me. Umm I just wanted to call and tell you that I love you so so so so much. I just wanted to let you know that you are my princess, you are worthy of all of the love in the world. You are the love of my life...
Now's all we got
And time can't be bought
I know it inside my heart
Forever will forever be ours
Even if we try to forget, love will remember
You said you loved me, I said I loved you back
What happened to that?
What happened to that?
All your promises and all them plans we had
What happened to that?
What happened to that?
Boom, gone
Yeah, we move on
Even if we try to forget
Love will remember you
And love will remember me
I know it inside my heart
Forever will forever be ours
Even if we try to forget, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
The trips we dreamed of taking, the tacks left on the map
What happened to that?
What happened to that?
When all you had was nothing, and all we did was laugh
What happened, what happened, what happened to that?
Boom, gone
Yeah, we move on
Even if we try to forget
Love will remember you
And love will remember me
I know it inside my heart
Forever will forever be ours
Even if we try to forget, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
Break down the walls, let heaven in
Somewhere in forever, we'll dance again
We used to be inseparable
I used to think that I was irreplaceable
We lit the whole world up before we blew it up
I still don't know just how we screwed it up
Forever, forever, forever
Love will remember you
And love will remember me
I know it inside my heart
Forever will forever be ours
Even if we try to forget, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember
Love will remember, love will remember |
incarcerated scarfaces | – He looks determined without being ruthless. Something heroic in his manner. There's a courage about him. Doesn't look like a killer. Comes across so calm. Acts like he has a dream. Full of passion
– You don't trust me, huh?
– Well, you know why
– I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
Knock niggas out the box all the time
Bitches know my mothafuckin' repertoire, big one
(Yeah, mothafucka, straight up, I'll fuck your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef
(Yeah, bust it)
Fly G.I. niggas
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated Scarfaces
Thug-related style attract millions, fans
They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be fronting, hourglass-head niggas be wanting
Shutting down your slot, time for pumping
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowing by the hours, Wu, we got the collars
Scholars, Word Life, peace to Power and my whole unit
Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated Scarfaces
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga mics is getting fired
Morphine chicks be burning like chlorine
Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moët be tasting like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
You never had no wins, sliding in these dens
With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends
You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son
Do, you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggas
Who fax, niggas' lyrics is wack, nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missiles
You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads
We beating mics sending keys to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get a article in Rap Page
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat, it's going down like that
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
Black Stallion, wildling on Shaolin
That means the island of Staten
And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated Scarfaces
I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza
Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs
Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians
Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building
Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes
Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs
Musty like funk, waving they arms, to Arabs
Sit back, cooling like Kahlua's on rocks
On the crack spots, rubber band wrapped on my knots
View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin? Nigga, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated Scarfaces |
all for nothing | Yeah
Uh
So what'cha waiting for, anticipating more
While you debate what it could take to instigate a war?
Yeah, I been hated more than time I wasn't hated for
There's nothing they can fucking say they didn't say before
But you could never see it, your battle's not mine
Wanna skate and play it safe, but this is take a shot time
While you're waiting for a purpose, I already got mine
While you tell me step to it like "one, two, three, four"
And if I do what you demand
(You say!) You'll let me understand
(You say!) You're gonna hold me to your word
And if I sell myself away
(You say!) I'll have no debt to pay
(You say!) I'm gonna get what I deserve
Your word, obeyed
My debt, repaid
Our trust, betrayed
All for nothing! All for nothing!
Kick back, there's no other way to say it
So let me break this fucker down for you, I really don't know you
You talk, but let me show you where to put your paranoia
You're joking, I don't have a half a sucker bone to throw you
I'm disgusted
Wonder what could've made you tuck your tail below you
And no, I'm not your soldier, I'm not taking any orders
I'm a five-star general infantry controller
Need a lesson? Let me show you
Have you checking your composure
While I make you step to it like "one, two, three, four"?
And if I do what you demand
(You say!) You'll let me understand
(You say!) You're gonna hold me to your word
And if I sell myself away
(You say!) I'll have no debt to pay
(You say!) I'm gonna get what I deserve
And if I do what you demand
You'll let me understand
Your word, obeyed
My debt, repaid
Our trust, betrayed
All for nothing! All for nothing!
All for nothing! All for nothing!
“We're (going?) too far”
“I don't think we're too far”
“We are”
“There's a difference. Put the heavy shit there”
“The heavy shit right here?” |
baptized in fire | Mhm
Easy, back up, back up, back up, back up
Turn your radio, turn your radio, off
Watch me now, baby, baby
Uh uh, uh uh
Bitches in my ear, they saying they love me
Uh, you don't love Scott, you love the Kid Cudi
I ain't no fucking slouch, show you what I'm 'bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings
Transitioning to my inner, I'm hearing their voice
Tell me stay in focus, keep focusing, boy
Feeling like a trilli billi
The man everywhere I go, in any city
I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls galore
I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls adore
Mixing fluorescent to the core of the accoutrement
Off the tippy titty, setting off my groupie radar
Sipping Hen', dapping hands off the roof of my Porsche
A fresh nigga at large, a fresh nigga go hard
All my youngins say "keep it going"
All my youngins, they dumb and repping, they always knowing
Got some pride in your town, I'm spotting 'em lately
Three-piece suit and I'm looking so cute
Sexy mama, send her way, you doing it honey
Them hating fucks sideline and question what you do
Not this, my nigga, you be here (Be here)
Not this, my nigga, you ain't here (Ain't here)
Big boss, I made your heart heavy (Uh-uh)
Can't stop me, can't carry me, baby
Life ain't easy sober, we live so geeky (Yah)
Did just what you taught us, kept peace, no drama (Yah)
Phoned home to the moon, did you change your number?
If and when you get this message, need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro - back home
Big bro, we need you, come home - back home
Big bro, big bro, shit's fucked, come home
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
Aye, aye, nightmares kept a nigga from closing his lids
Since a kid, I've been haunted by visions of death
Such a trip, now it's normal, I customed the grip
Think they gone, nah, they just dormant the haunted ain't left
Now tell me what's a young nigga to do
When the zombies are coming for you?
Load up them Daryl Dixons
Survived the rage, turn the page, relaxing, I'm whippin'
Last week I almost weaved right off of Mulholland
Chiefing good like I should, alone in my thoughts
All the awesome places I've gone to and witnessed
Is it worth the paranoia, betrayal, or loss?
Nah nah, heroes can't simply have it all
Sacrifice, but see heroes don't sleep, we hear the call
My nieces know Uncle Scottie is so rock 'n' roll
My princess Vada know rock 'n' roll daddy got the glow
Got some pride in your town, I'm spotting 'em lately
Three-piece suit and I'm looking so cute (Yah)
Sexy mama, send her way, you doing it honey
Them hating fucks sideline and question what you do
Not this, my nigga, you be here (Be here)
Not this, my nigga, you ain't here (Ain't here)
Big boss, I made your heart heavy (Uh-uh)
Can't stop me, can't carry me, baby
Life ain't easy sober, we live so geeky (Yah)
Did just what you taught us, kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon, did you change your number?
If and when you get this message, need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro - back home
Big bro, we need you, come home - back home
Big bro, big bro, shit's fucked, come home
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher |
say something | This shit was all I knew
You and me only
I did it all for you
Still you were lonely
We coulda worked it out, uh, but I guess things change
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain
When you no longer involved, that person has it all
And you just stuck standing there
But, I'm gonna need you to say something baby
Say something baby, say something baby, say something baby
I'm gon' need you to say something baby
I'm gon' need you to say something baby
Yeah, it really sucks, but ever since I've been long gone
I traded in my senorita for a microphone
I hate the way we fell apart, girl, it's sad to see
Your life was good, but me and you, we a catastrophe
If I was a success, oh, would you be satisfied?
I need a paramedic, girl, I'm feelin' paralyzed
If I could choose, you would always be a friend of me
The more money I made, you actin' like my enemy
It's crazy, I can't help it if you feelin' change
Thought the pressure would turn you to my diamond babe
How could somethin' so familiar be so strange?
Closest friends gettin' strange when your status change
Why is it my mistake that where I am and where you at
And my homeboy Larry Live is the only one that have my back?
We were the perfect pair, and now it seem that we don't match
Is it the money? Want me to give it back?
This shit was all I knew
You and me only
I did it all for you
Still you were lonely
We coulda worked it out, uh, but I guess things change
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain
When you no longer involved, that person has it all
And you just stuck standing there
But, I'm gonna need you to say something baby
Say something baby, say something baby, say something baby
I'm gon' need you to say something baby
I'm gon' need you to say something baby
Uh, I am the topic of conversation, this a celebration
Let's toast to the fact that I moved out my momma's basement
To a condo downtown cause it's all about location
I sit and drink wine and watch Californication of life
You shoulda been here to kick it with me
We coulda split this whole thing up 50/50
But now I'm at the 40/40 getting bitches tipsy
Killing shit, the ever so talented Mr. Ripley
How I go from being the man that you argue with
To me and Dwayne Carter putting out the hardest shit
I should wanna go back to the one I started with
But I'm addicted to this life, it's gon' be hard to quit
Yeah, just ask me how things are coming along
You can tell me that you never heard none of my songs
Long as you end up saying one day you plan to listen
Cause what's a star when its most important fan is missing?
This shit was all I knew
You and me only
I did it all for you
Still you were lonely
We coulda worked it out, uh, but I guess things change
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain
When you no longer involved, that person has it all
And you just stuck standing there
But, I'm gonna need you to say something baby
Say something baby, say something baby, say something baby
I'm gon' need you to say something baby
I'm gon' need you to say something baby |
swerve on em | Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your baby boy Bronsoliño
Yeah, yeah
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
Yeah
Yeah (All my life)
The style icon, ’bout to get the dough like taekwon
Beat the pythons, when I fuck I like to leave the lights on
I'm just a piece of art
All these tattoos hidden under bracelets on my right arm
Shit, I need some tiger balm, I don't even like this song
Yeah, I skrrt 911s better with that other one
Man, these pussies love to run, but they always runner-up
I ain’t with that funny stuff, yeah, I'm 'bout that money up
Leave 'em sunny up, give 'em tummy tuck
Bronson always hit that fucking target, never dummy luck
In these fucking streets, you get your collar popped for 20 bucks
And I'm just focused on these hoes that's on the honey nuts
I swerve on 'em, skrrt on ’em, swerve on ’em, swerve on 'em
High as fuck, your boy almost hit the curb on ’em
Swerve on 'em (Yeah, yeah), swerve on 'em, skrrt on 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Looking like you need some help (Yeah, yeah), throw a bird on ’em
Had a funny feeling you fronting, every time I see you, you phony
Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni, everything gettin' jolly, lil homie
Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, notice me
Just notice me, I make her cream, call me Jodeci
Man, I ride like you're slow to leave, niggas know Flacko Jodye
Took a toke, nigga, pour the lean, feeling stomach pains, nausea
Had me absent, no notary, no, no, nothing to sober me up
Fell asleep, go to sleep, my niggas still asleep, rest in peace
Ready or not, here I come, man, I feel like a refugee
You just captain, Captain Save-A-Ho, hoes screaming, “Come rescue me”
Man, I came for the best, so who claim they the best?
Swore she knew what was best for me, when she left, took what's left of me
I swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em
Skrrt on 'em, swerve on 'em
Swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em
Your boy almost hit the curb on 'em
Had a funny feeling you fronting, every time I see you, you phony
Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni, everything getting jolly, lil homie
Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, notice me
Just notice me
Baby, just notice me
I'm in the green Lotus Jeep, try not to go to sleep
Don't let the devil take control of me
My eyes closed, but I know where I'm going
It started snowing and I started dancing
And I started crying, bitch, it's Johnny Handsome
I dive off boats, jump out of planes ass naked
Swervin' Maserati trucks in the rain
Man, it's all about the hunger and pain
And to this jungle, I came
With these drugs all in my lungs and my veins
(Had a funny feeling you fronting) You know (Every time I see you, you phony) True
(Bitch, everything Johnny, jabroni) Uh (Everything getting jolly, lil homie) Uh
(Ever since my childhood, I grown to be, astonishing, so to speak, just notice me)
Just notice me, baby, just notice me |
sex | In My Zone, oh Breezy
And like that, we gone
Shawty, come here
I wanna grab your body, lay you on the sofa
And as I pull your hair
I'm gonna stroke your body, make you bend over for me
And you've been waiting patiently for me to break you off
And girl, your clothes still on, but I'ma rip 'em off
With my teeth, yeah, yeah, yeah
And girl, I'ma whisper this into your ear
How deep do you want me to go?
Do you want me to speed it up, speed it up or go slow?
Start from the bed, now we out here on the floor
Girl, you're really in for a treat now, but don't fall in love 'cause
We just having sex
I'm gonna get you wet
We not making love tonight
Hickies all over your neck
Kissing all over your body, babe
Girl, you gon' get it tonight
When we have sex, sex, sex (Oh)
When we have sex, sex, sex
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
When we have sex, sex, sex
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
When we have sex, sex, sex
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
When we have sex
Looking at my baby sleeping like a baby
Body so amazing, drive me crazy
I'm about to wake you up
Girl, I wanna sex you up
I know how to go about this
'Cause I gotta do something
Kissing and the touching
Ain't no rushing when it comes to sexing
Slow and easy does it
You gon' think you dreaming about me licking you
Girl, you can thank me in the morning
When you wake up feeling hella good
Feeling like you want me
I didn't realize how much I made you scream, yeah
We just having sex
I'm gonna get you wet (I'm gonna get you wet, yeah)
We not making love tonight (No, woah, yeah)
Hickies all over your neck
Kissing all over your body, baby
Girl, you gon' get it tonight
When we have sex, sex, sex (Oh, oh, yeah, oh)
When we have sex, sex, sex (Oh, oh, yeah)
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
When we have sex, sex, sex (When we have, when we have, when we have)
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
When we have sex, sex, sex (Have sex)
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
When we have sex (Girl, when we have sex)
It's gon' be the best
Best you ever had
I can promise that, baby
I lay you on your back
In between your legs
I can make 'em spread, baby (Baby)
We just having sex (Yeah)
I'm gonna get you wet (Oh-oh-woah)
We not making love tonight (Yeah, ayy)
Hickies all over your neck (Oh-oh-oh)
Kissing all over your body, babe
Girl, you gon' get it tonight (You gon' get it all when we have, yeah)
When we have sex, sex, sex (Oh)
When we have sex, sex, sex
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
Girl, when we have sex, sex, sex (Ayy)
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
When we have sex, sex, sex
(Oh, when we have sex, have sex)
When we have sex
Gangsta Grillz, bastards |
oomps revenge | Somehow, my songs always apply to my real life right now
I be predicting the future
I think I'm good at that shit
Yeah, uh
This is a BeatPusher production
Every day I keep it real and get that bag, ho
'Cause that shit up for grabs ho, put that on my tab, ho
Jimmy Neutron, I told that bitch to have a blast, ho
Yes, I'm a asshole, bitch, why you mad for?
They say that I'm mad dope
Ballin' on a budget with my cousins moving mad dope
To eat and see that cash flow
Niggas always hating but ain't got no fucking bag, bro
I just keep it pushing, I ain't worried 'bout the mad folks
If a nigga test me I'ma reach up in this bag though
And put on my ski mask, ho
And let off hella shots and do 200 on the dash, bro
I can't go out sad, bro
Got a family and I still wanna pop some tags mo'
Used to want a Jag, ho
Now I'm in a Bentley still want the money
SS 14s on the side, it's Trippie
I don't think they get me
Build a legacy and hope my niggas be up with me
If not then you is against me
Leave your body soulless, empty
Used to feel so empty
Now the chips is stacking up, I need like every fucking penny
And everyone that's with me
I used to feel alone, but I know my brother's soul is with me
I know Oompa's soul is with me
Every day I keep it real and get that bag, ho
'Cause that shit up for grabs, ho, put that on my tab, ho
Jimmy Neutron, I told that bitch to have a blast, ho
Yes, I'm a asshole, bitch, why you mad for?
They say that I'm mad dope
Ballin' on a budget with my cousins moving mad dope
To eat and see that cash flow
Niggas always hating but ain't got no fucking bag, bro
I just keep it pushing, I ain't worried 'bout the mad folks |
damn you | I won't cry myself to sleep like a sucker
I won't cry myself to sleep
If I do, I'll die
Now, you fall asleep with another
Damn you
'Member how we used to escape for the summer?
Fireworks and sparklers would light up the black skies
We'd hold on tight for our lives to each other
Hello, hello, where did you go?
We were two kids livin' life on the run
Like the American dream, baby
Nothing to lose and we'd get messed up for fun
We went too fast, too young
But I won't cry myself to sleep like a sucker
I won't cry myself to sleep
If I do, I'll die
Now, you fall asleep with another
Damn you
Damn you
Flowers in my hair, and your breath smelled like whiskey
Promise anywhere that I go, take you with me
Dancing on your feet, like a child, to the radio
Hello, hello, where did you go?
We were two kids living life on the run
Of the American dream, baby
Nothing to lose and we'd get messed up for fun
We went too fast, too young
But I won't cry my self to sleep like a sucker
I won't cry myself to sleep
If I do, I'll die
Now, you fall asleep with another
Damn you
Damn you
Damn you
Damn you
Every once in a lifetime
Dreams can come true
Now and then, when the stars shine
You meet somebody like you
And I won't cry myself to sleep like a sucker
I won't cry myself to sleep
If I do, I'll die
I pray your life is sweet, you fucker
Damn you
Oh, oh, damn you
Damn you |
praying 4 a brick | I really can't hit nobody 'cause I know everybody snitchin'
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I can't talk on phones so I pray for them bricks
Don't trust nobody so I had to hit a lick
Pulling armed robbery, Maserati with no tint
I already got money, why hit that lick?
Put myself in positions that don't make sense
If I became president I would still hit a lick
Might slap my (ahh!)
Might rob my (ahh!)
Never ask for
'Cause I know you gon' snitch
I know you gon' snitch
I know you gon' snitch
Don't ask me for shit
'Cause I know you gon' snitch
I'm praying for a brick (x8)
You know what I'm saying? Free all the people from the struggle, man
That's down locked down
Free Sam Hurd, 'cause I'm tryna cop a brick
Free Big Meech, 'cause I'm tryna cop a brick
Free BG, 'cause I'm tryna cop six
If you won't take ten, then I dont want shit
If you won't take five, you must be a bitch
Get out of the game, if you can't take a lick
Don't speak in codes, please, don't say shit
Look me in my eyes 'cause I'm paying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a brick
I swear to god you not gon' snitch
Knockin', know what I'm sayin'?
We knockin' ass down, know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck all that, man
I don't respect that, man
Don't get in the game if you ain't about that, man
I'm praying for a brick
I'm praying for a lick
I'm praying for a brick
Bay Area boys, you feel me
West Coast
West Side up man
Hey man if you praying for a brick throw ya hands up
If you praying for a bowl, know what I'm sayin'?
If you praying for a fifty throw that up man
East Side bricks
South Side bricks
North Side bricks
Mid-west bricks
Colombian bricks
Mexico bricks
Bricks
European bricks
Based God
Based God
05 Fuck Em Mixtape Nigga
Tell ya bitch to suck my dick
You know what i'm sayin' |
crooked | Shh... the baby is sleeping
A blind date with CNN
A click
Ouch
A click of beer man, that's the 10 year old
Motherfucking deep space evil nine milliemeter
White noise television
Fucking 3am
Gotta wonder if the roach was invented in my kitchen
Shut the fuck up
Don't wanna hear that shit
Backwards
With the volume up to keep it all out
WE
Na na na na
WE Don't ..
We don't like it when the city lights start fading
When the city lights fading then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city people act crooked
When the city people crooked then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city pigeons break wings
When the pigeons break wings then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city fire starts spreading
When the city fire's spreading then we can't get down (YO!)
Zook up in it, crook with a cord
With a cord with a two tonne gimmick
Deep space evil nine millimetre gimme
Damn needle point in this pin cushion family
Hot dam at the N.Y. resin
I soaked the bad air, the smoke we sold
Wild style, child’s smile like a moby cobra
Low key dozer revoked me ultra
Choked out bolts to promote the ulcer
Chug dro, bear hug wrote the folk lore
See the mangy branch off strange when he willow
Weep till the face go paisley
We don't wanna babble on the bad brains dum-dum brainiac bust out, girder, flushed out
Touched with a lush burn curdle in the dirt
Like it's bingo night at the earthworm church
- Bang-
Clash with the ants and termites
Ride ‘til the wheels fall off the dirt bike
Well I still hold dimes by the caseload
Hide the prescription, Miller said I’m stable
A R strike the pause
Put the flaws in a box with a … fuck off
Mallet for the media, mallet for the laws
Dragging a mallet through the city when he walks
Subliminal is so nineties, get wit it
Im more like bird watch then a mobster look
…
It goes dem’s good deeds
… stomach churning, round 2, quick, south of the sternum
What it is now, verse what it was, beat myself till the pain came up
Dork faced boy got apocalypse charm
With a yellowy grin, metal thin, metal limb
Metal kicks kiss metal bricks, kiss metal
Meddle with this: an anti bliss missile
Close to the fire when I bare skin lie
Leave me the idiot box I’m fine
But if I gotta see another roller skating parrot
On animal planet on a needle point eye
Eye to the needle, clean set of chompers
Made me a demo tape, mingle of the mobsters
Go ahead y'all flap y'all jaws
Aes stick with it 'til their face fall off
And the evilest of nine's guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's guaranteed to shoot crooked
Off your fucking mind
Shoot crooked
We don't like it when the city lights start fading
When the city lights fading then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city people act crooked
When the city people crooked then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city pidgeons break wings
When the pidgeons break wings then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city fire starts spreading
When the fire's spreading then we can't get down
I met a girl with an angel face and two devil horns pokin out maybe with her brains replaced
She said walk to the store with her, ok
Bought a carton of squares, I think I fell in love today
Now whats a pretty little thing like you doing walking with a condor circle when the city lights fade
Dead walk only to redig the graves
And make it big enough to fit tv's and microwaves
Ooooh she didn't say shit (nup)
Smiles that could melt the gloss off your whip
And before I could ask her about her high wire, homegirl walked face first straight through the fire
Kill the pigs and poke the lump with a fork
If it all bleeds y’all need to shut the oven door
Here half worm dirt in the mouth
So its raining mud when the tongue lash out
Cool, beans, perfect, dope
Like Aes with a rafter and 6 feet of rope
Paradox spill out hate in all sections
You can get fucked when you standing at attention
And the evilest of nine's guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's guaranteed to shoot crooked
Fix the fucking antenna
We don't like it when the city lights start fading
When the city lights fading then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city people act crooked
When the city people crooked then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city pigeons break wings
When the pigeons break wings then we can't get down (ok)
We don't like it when the city fire starts spreading
When the fire's spreading then we can't get down (ok)
No doubt
He ain’t, he ain’t got a gun in no shoebox
Face to the floor drop it
Still carry the evilest nine weapons |
do it well | You're the only one I can talk to, yeah
And I ain't gotta talk to you, yeah
I'll even shut up if you want to, want to, yeah
I spend my time watching you
And you tell me just lay back
And you go to work
And you're working
Yeah, you're working
And I know you're 'bout your business
So go to work, yeah
I'm feeling fucked up, still love fucking
I ain't throwing money in the air for nothing
I do it 'cause you
You do it well
So well, so well, so well, yeah
You, you do it well
So well that you can bill me
For the only therapy I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Therapy I know, I know
And you're the only therapy I know
You're the only one I can talk to
And I ain't gotta talk to you
Things I only tell you in the night time, baby
While I'm sitting here watching you
And you tell me just lay back
And you go to work
And you're working
Yeah, you're working
And I know you're 'bout your business
So go to work
I'm feeling fucked up, still love fucking
I ain't throwing money in the air for nothing
I do it 'cause you
You do it well
So well, so well, so well, yeah
You, you do it well
So well that you can bill me
For the only therapy I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Therapy I know, I know
And you're the only therapy I know
You are my therapy
You are my therapy |
wavin flag young artists for haiti | When I get older
I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom
Just like a waving flag
Born from a throne, older than Rome
But violent prone, poor people zone
But it's my home, all I have known
Where I got grown, but now it's gone
Out of the darkness, in came the carnage
Threatening my very survival
Fractured my streets and broke all my dreams
Now feels like defeat to wretched retreat
So we struggling, fighting to eat
And we wondering, if we'll be free
We can not wait for some faithful day
It’s too far away so right now I’ll say
When I get older, I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom, just like a waving flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
So many wars, settling scores
All that we've been through and now there is more
I hear them say love is the way
Love is the answer that's what they say
But were not just dreamers of broken down grievers
A hand will reach us and will not forsake us
This can't control us, no it can’t hold us down
We gon' pick it up even though we still
Struggling, au nom de la survie
And we wondering, battant pour nos vie
We patiently wait for some other day
That's too far away so right now I say
When I get older, I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom, just like a waving flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
When I get older, I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom, just like a waving flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
How come when the media stops covering and there’s a little help from the government
We forget about the people still struggling and assume that its really all love again, nah
See we don’t have to wait for things to break apart
If you weren't involved before, it’s never too late to start
You probably think that it’s too far to even have to care
Well take a look at where you live what if it happened there?
You have to know the urge to make a change lies within
And we can be the reason that they see their flag rise again
When I get older, I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom, just like a waving flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
When I get older, I will be stronger
They'll call me freedom, just like a waving flag
And then it goes back, and then it goes back
And then it goes back
When I get older, when I get older
I will be stronger, just like a waving flag |
heavy camp | Ah-ah, ah
Yeah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Yeah, woah, drop a six, make me trip (it's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright)
Woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah)
Ayy (ooh)
I won't forget how they shitted on me (ooh)
How they quitted on me (ayy, ah-ah, ooh)
Uh, uh, uh
All these hundreds on me
I be runnin' to that money, nothin' but gunnas 'round me
I be runnin' with them gunnas (straight up, it's lit)
Fuck it up, bitch called my phone trippin', I hung up
I'ma fire this bitch if he run up
Everybody 'round me gettin' some money
I'll slide out for my dawgs, and I'm sellin' dope 'til the Sun up
And I'm glad I found you
I'm glad I found you
I'm glad I found you
Glad I found you
Glad I found you
Glad I found you
Yeah (ayy), drop a six, make me trip (it's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright)
Woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah)
Ayy (ooh)
Wrist, Patek, 40 layin' on the set
I eat, you eat, told my nigga we gon' eat
I ain't gotta stand in front of grandma's house
And sell dope 'cross the street no more
Shout out everybody who ever hated on me
Or turned their back on me before
Fire shots, I'ma fire back (uh)
Lie to me, I'ma lie back (uh)
Two wrongs don't make a right
I don't give a fuck about that
Uh, uh, uh, uh
They mad 'cause I'm rich (uh, uh)
I might go and fuck my hater's bitch
Whole lot of ice on my wrist (yeah)
For my dawg, I'll hit a lick
And I'm glad I found you
I'm glad I found you
I'm glad I found you
Glad I found you
Glad I found you
Glad I found you
Yeah (ayy), drop a six, make me trip (it's lit)
Woah, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up)
Woah, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright)
Woah
Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah)
Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah)
Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah)
Ayy
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ooh
I won't forget how they shitted on me (straight up)
How they quitted on me (straight up)
Ah, ooh |
zane lowe bbc radio interview part 1 | Zane Lowe: Welcome back to Radio One, Maida Vale studio 4 here we are. Part of the reason we're here obviously because its the BBC but also because we have Studio 3 around the corner and you've got the band set up and going to perform some songs as well.
Eminem: It's super exciting to be here. I was trying to figure out how I was going to top the publicity of yours and Kanye's interview so I decided I was going to walk in here, pee on the floor, and leave. I'm peeing right now. Alright see you guys later!
ZL: Seeing you with the band, and seeing you perform the other night at the awards show and seeing you on the mic, it was, I don't think I've ever seen you more alive on the mic. It was full of energy and in the moment. What I noticed was as well was spitting live with the band behind you seemed to free you up a lot more. Are you feeling that way?
E: I think performing has gotten a lot different, it's gotten better with the band because there's just more elements to it and being it is a live show, there's more places you can go with it. There's things you can do with your hands, it's really cool, it's different. I think it's better.
ZL: Spitting Rap God that just puts everything into perspective I think for everybody else. When you wrote that and you got that one down and recorded it...
E: I didn't write that, I freestyled it, off the dome, 1 take.
ZL: Absolutely ridiculous. I mean, the song is ridiculous it doesn't make any sense whatsoever.
E: Thank you
ZL: When you get to perform that live that must be, I saw at the end once you finished that, that's a challenge for anybody. At the end you must feel like 'Wow'. That's a lot of rhymes to get through, it's like 5 or 6 minutes non-stop.
E: Um, Yeah the other night I don't think we did the whole song. We did kind of a Deadly Medley.
ZL: I don't even know how you would cut that up and make a shorter version of that because it's such a stream of consciousness through the whole track.
E: Yeah I don't know. I wouldn't even want to begin to think of that, because I think it is a... stream of consciousness. Nice stream of consciousness, running down my leg.
ZL: The album itself has been so well received by everyone including fans across the world. Because in my opinion listening to it now it's kinda the perfect combination of the venom and the danger that existed on the 1st record but also what you've been through and what you've learnt over the past 5 or 6 years. It's kind of like the combination of the two. Is that fair do you think? The first album that feels like it's slightly grown up, but also going back to some of those subject matters and dealing with that stuff.
E: It's grown up and down. I mean some of the themes and topics and things like that are revisited on this album, but at the same time I feel like its kind of a 2013 version. All my albums I think, for the most part, pretty much tell where I'm at, you know at each one at that time period, whatever. So this is kinda like, there's a lot of reflecting and things like that back on everything that was happening during that time, you know. And it's kinda like me reflecting on it and getting to the point where I am now with it.
ZL: Settling some scores as well, and burying the hatchets and dealing with stuff once and for all. Do you feel like this album has allowed you to do that?
E: I mean some stuff, yeah. But for the most part I just felt like it might be fun to just revisit that, the overall vibe of that album. Just because it started to go there in the recording process.
ZL: So when did that begin like you were going down that road?
E: I had started making a few records for it, and it just sounded like the tonality of it, the tones of the records kinda were heading towards that way. And I figured out what direction it should go in, kinda started gearing everything that way. And alotta times, making an album, I dont always have the direction or concept early on. Sometimes it doesn't come until the middle/towards the end of a record to figure out where I'm actually going with that... that's just a culmination of songs, and depending on what the vibe is. Sometimes I do a songs that is so left field one or two of them its like Oh Shit where am I going to put these songs and now what am I going to call it because its not going to make sense to go, let's say Recovery or whatever. But with this one I feel like I kinda got an earlier idea for a concept.
ZL: That must be nice actually to be able to sit down and carve it out as it was going and have that end result in mind, to piece it together that way.
E: It was, but it wasn't, in the sense of-- I had to record a lot of songs for it because I felt like if I'm going to call it that, I want it to make sense.
ZL: And the stakes are high as well. I was talking to someone about this before and they were saying, "Eminem would never consider one of his albums to be a classic" he's not that way inclined. But you know how people feel about the Marshall Mathers LP, it speaks volumes. And then the critics, every layer of it, it is considered a modern day classic album. Did you consider the expectation of calling it that and what it would mean to the record overall?
E: Yeah, I had kinda known that going in. Once I kinda knew what direction I was going, I knew that I needed certain songs to be able to call it that, and like I said to be able to make sense. But, I just wanted to make sure that I had the right ones, and in other words, I knew that, obviously Stan off the first Mathers LP was a big topic. And I had heard a lot of chatter around the time doing the Recovery record that I should do Stan 2 and why doesn't he do Stan 2, and all I kept thinking was Stan's dead. You know what I'm saying, he died in the story. So in the back of my mind I kinda had an idea of who could be left from the story, but I needed to get the right beat and be able to...
ZL: As soon as it starts as well. Did you know immediately this would be the beat for this concept?
E: Yeah, as soon as I heard the words to the chorus... I got this beat, this beat was sent to me and had those words on it. And sometimes for me it's like- I like making my own choruses and its also fun for me to take someone else's words and interpret them my own way.
ZL: For sure, when you hear that chorus I'm sure initially... it's a 1st person scenario or self hatred scenario, but its tied into- there's layers to that. Being bad is good I hate to be it but here I am and I'm back again. And then you got to deal with the story, and at the end it's taking everyone to the end when you couldn't be facing down any more of the criticism both self and by others that you faced throughout your career. I mean it's the ultimate type of acknowledgement isn't it?
Meeting your maker almost really, is that the inspiration behind it?
E: It's kinda like saying, if you're going to go down this road, then you're going to call it this, and this is going to be the title, and this is all of these things coming back on me.
ZL: It's an amazing opening to the record and it's really ambitious as well. So you set the bar really really high and from here we go to Rhyme or Reason, and I love that beat and love the big samples and first time you reference Rick Rubin as a producer on the record. When did you first have the idea of working with Rick?
E: I've always been a fan of Rick's, and my manager Paul had been talking to him and Rick had expressed that he had interest in working with me. And when Paul brought it to my attention I was like super excited, honored at the fact that he was even thinking about it. I had my reservations just because I felt like I'm a super fan of Rick, and I'd probably be a little nervous and wouldn't know what the vibe would be because I would be wanting to impress him. It was very much the feeling that I got early on with Dre.
ZL: Had you met Rick before?
E: Nah, I'd never met him. So I was like nervous to meet him and you know, even more nervous to work with him.
ZL: Same thing with Dre, all the way back, same kind of experience when you walked in the studio and saw Dre that time..
E: Yeah I'm still always trying to impress Dre too to this day at the same time. But I just kept thinking if I got in the studio with Rick, what if we're not able to come up with anything. I had all these things in my head, and then when I met him, the guy's so laid back, it made it easy. And his vibe in the studio is very much like... "Try whatever", don't be afraid to try whatever, even if the idea in the beginning is stupid. Because a lot of ideas in the beginning stages, not mine of course, mine are just insane from the moment I think of them- but sometimes ideas are not always the greatest.
ZL: Don't be afraid to fail to get somewhere else, to get on the journey.
E: So if you say one thing that's going to spark another thing to lead to a better thought, that's kinda how it went. We started going through old break beats and I was trying to tell him I kinda had the idea, I kinda had a notion that I was going to call it the Marshall Mathers LP 2, but I didn't want to say anything yet to him because I wasn't 100 percent sure- and I wanted to make sure that I had enough songs to even play for him that would make sense. I love the sound that Rick gets when he does hip hop. Even from early on, Beastie Boys- it's incredible. And that's what I was kinda hoping to get.
How can I make the record sound nostalgic, but subliminally nostalgic. So it reminded you of maybe 13 years ago when you first heard me but its overs beats that are even older, but you're not sure why you feel this way. Tried to create a feel, so we started messing with old samples and break beats and things like that- cuz Rick is super talented and mastered of every other genre of music as well. The way he dips in and out of just different genres is crazy to me. Like I said, I was hoping to get what I got from him.
ZL: The first time I saw Berzerk as well, I was so happy to see the way that you came through, and the video the way the colors were so reverse Beastie Boy style- it was fan boy stuff for me. To be able to go out in a beanie like the Ad-Rock thing and it was cool, I love that. |
i like bricks | Ayy, VR (Trap-A-Holics)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Real trap shit)
She can't hit my dope (She, she)
So I told that little bitch to smoke my dick, yuh (Oh, whoa, *creak*)
00-7 my scope (Yuh)
Sub-Zero, Mortal Kombat, my wrist, yuh (Bitch, ow)
Call a nigga lil' Quick-Scope
Like this Nuketown, get a nigga hit quick, pew (Quick)
Dirty my soda like Sosa
Not to mention, might put a tat on my dick (My dick)
Moms kicked me out, in the trap now (Wet, ayy)
Keep them drugs on me, like I'm Pacquiao (Ayy)
Fresh, no Maybelline, I might cut ya' lean (Wet, yuh)
Stain up on my 'Preme
Don't like my money green, bitch (Wet, oh, ayy)
I am an Actavis sipper
Hit me a stain and my name was a Swiffer, umm (Yuh)
Shinin' like I'm the Big Dipper
Black and white diamonds, they wet, they like skippa, umm (What?)
Can never switch up on one of my niggas (Wet)
All my nigga ballin', no Spalding but like the Clippers, hmm (Wet)
Young nigga trappin' just like a Benny (Hey)
That's why she gon' give me the heads and tails (Ooh)
Like a penny, ayy (Yuh)
Ayy, she ride on my dick like a pogo, ayy (Ayy)
How is that pussy? It's so-so, ayy (Ayy)
Diamonds be dancin' like go-go, ayy (Go-go)
She wanna fuck and I know so, ayy (Know so)
Chain on me cold like Four Loko (Loko, yuh)
Next face tat gon' be my logo, ayy (Logo, yuh)
Pull off, I'm high off that jet pack, ayy (Whoa)
Don't like to talk like my phone's tapped (Ayy, whoa)
Oh, whoa (Wuddup)
Whoa, whoa (Flex, *laugh*)
Whoa, whoa (Wet)
Whoa, whoa (Flex)
Whoa (Whoa)
Look at that bitch and I, "Whoa, whoa" (Pew, pew, what?)
She look at my dick and she, "Whoa, whoa" (Pew)
I pull out my wallet and, "Whoa, whoa" (Pew, pew)
They just heard about me and, "Whoa" (Wet, flex)
Whoa, whoa—wet—, whoa—flex—, whoa (Wet)
Whoa—flex—, whoa—yuh—, whoa (Yuh, yuh)
Whoa, look at that bitch and I, "Whoa, whoa"
She look at my dick and she, "Whoa, whoa" (Look at it, look at it)
I pull out my wallet and, "Whoa, whoa"
They just heard about me and, "Whoa" |
aint that some shit interlude | Okay, I lied
Uh-huh
Motherfuckers tryna say I can't come to the hood—true lie
See, I would, but I'm out in Dubai
When I get back I'ma roll through that
Snatch yo' bitch, give yo' niggas dap
The hood gon' ballistic
Cole was here and you missed it
That nigga walk like Obama man
Shook yo momma hand and then kissed it
This pimp shit, this pimp shit
Cole hard, you limp dick
My flow hard, no wimp shit
Put in that work, no temp shit
Ya bitch wearin' that lipstick
Gave this dick a french kiss
That nigga so wack when the bitch came back
He kissed her hoping that it get him sick, ha
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rapping shit
Ville made it to the map and shit
Niggas move 'caine like Kappa shit
Can't map this shit
From no bed springs in my mattresses
To fuckin' these bad little actresses
I'm bad as shit, ha
I got that work
Say what? My flow
Say what? My bitches
Say what? You Cole
Say what? I said
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Say what?
Ain't that some shit, bitch
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
(Bounce) bounce
(Bounce) bounce
(Bounce) bounce
Flow, flow, flow, flow
Flow tight, put a nigga in a headlock
Fuck hoes out of wedlock, make her bed rock
Red hot, so they got red dots
Pullin' that trigger nigga better be a head shot
Money long like dread locks shit
So if you send shots then you bet not miss
For a couple G's, send a couple G's
Fuck copping pleas, Met Lock shit (testify)
I gotta testify
Came through humble so it's best if I
Explain the newer shit, rockin' jewel shit
Got the full clip, cock and pull shit
Stop the bullshit watch the flow
How you gon' stop the unstoppable?
Keep niggas on they toes, no Dr. Scholls
It's the Roc bitch, rock and roll
I got that work
Say what? My flow
Say what? My bitches
Say what? You Cole
Say what? I said
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Say what?
Ain't that some shit
Well paid for this rap and shit
Say what?
Ain't that some shit, bitch
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
(Bounce) bounce
(Bounce) bounce
(Bounce) bounce
My nigga Syience killed this motherfucking beat |
gotham nights | You a dead mothafucka
Let me tell you somethin', get ready mothafucka
Because the day of reckoning is coming
In this Cold World
Ain't no pun intended to J. Cole
But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
Keep the movement goin' or continue wishin' like changed thoughts
Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin' strong
Still figurin' out the pace to walk around these land bombs
Takin' charge, battery power to put the flame sword
Torturin' up whoever gon' stand in front of the savior
Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
Open up the door to perception in different layers
Makin' critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
Inflatin' niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
You need your ego to walk on this earth
God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
You ain't got nothing inside of your makeup that shit ain't work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
I'm moving just like the pope
Evolve with the faster growth
They livin' like animals
But masters don't bang with those
I'm focus on packin' these shows
And building infinite capital
Instead of thinkin' about catchin' hoes im figurin' out ways to wrap the globe
Around my fingers. Keep the god away from all these sinners
I'm a little different niggas be wonderin' why im distant
Cause the goat a finna be the one person that gon' be snitchin'
So i keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin' til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin' til he expose
Step up and confine walls
Shout out to yola
Doe though sometimes i feel the same, right here and out doors
Praises to the up most
Only pray, when pain is up close
Every generation, ain't no patience, it's just gun smoke
We oxymorons because we dumb woke
Crispen up the fronto
Don't need no other drug dose, we done those
She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
Like car shows. My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
Mayatose, I'm always about my cheddar like I'm Donatello
Even better spendin' no pretenders that ain't in my blend'in
Contender heads get severed no one stoppin' my endeavors
Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
Get up off me nigga, it's bad enough to cross me
I'm mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin'
She get exhaust, still the freshest ya'll niggas Carltons
Ya'll do the wrong thing, Spike Lee, he never talkin'
To be haunting trap my body can't steal my mind
Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
Only we define our reality through our minds
I don't feed off lies, GMO's can end your life
But I'm a Gemini I come back twice
I'm just like christ
My conscious took a one night trip
I bring you light
You wife a bitch i one night with
Your brain ain't right
Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know what's nice, uh
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin' til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin' til he expose |
i learned | Mane it hurt me so deep (no lie)
So I don't even trynna think about it (no,no)
Plus I'm barely getting sleep (sleep)
All this pain I've been suffered from it
And I know I ain't loyal (ain't loyal)
I just pray they don't know about it
I'm just chasin' my dream (yeah)
This what it is ain't no way around it
Gaving my trust and I burned from it
I take my lost and learn from it
I get the time you ain't do it for me
They wrap up the shit but I can't front it
Remember days I ain't had nothin'
Jump out of the porch and get ride some
I had to shoot, trynna rob some
You niggas ain't never shot none
Comin' up I'n really had shit
We had to hustle like errday'
Startin' beefin' with the other sides
So we port up on em' hop on let it bang
I know better then a trust a bitch
I fucked the wrong feeling low shade
I ain't bout money it's irrelevent
I don't give a fuck about what you say
Countin my brother I ride for em'
Get on the stand and I lie for em'
Killing deep I got love em'
On day ??? I give my last to em'
??? up in the gray, the dog in the cell I promise we don't hold it down for him
Better be trippin' but shit is my brother, you playin' we gone spread this rounds for em'
Mane it hurt me so deep
So I don't even trynna think about it
Plus I'm barely getting sleep
All this pain I've been suffered from it
And I know I ain't loyal
I just pray they don't know about it
I'm just chasin' my dream
This what it is ain't no way around it
Shawty just wanted the real nigga
So I won't go let shit tears for em'
None of around me but real niggas
I know where are all one I'm gone kill for them
Trynna maintain but it's getting hard
And I swear that you don't know the half fool
Me P, V, B ridin' roud in the whip trynna smash some
Imma get plotter and down on em'
He gonna leave his head on the dashboard
He know that I ain't wouldn't change on em'
Late night on the flight to Cali smash some
Imma get plottin and down on em'
He gonna leave his head on the dashboard
This shit deeper than a fan homie
Let beat one hunnid got the gang on me
For my brothers I swear I won't change
Speak the truth and stay true to this game
Celebrate yeah we want the sarane
Actavis we don't pop no champagne
For my brothers I swear I won't change
Speak the truth and stay true to this game
Celebrate yeah we want the sarane
Actavis we don't pop no champagne
Mane it hurt me so deep
So I don't even trynna think about it
Plus I'm barely getting sleep
All this pain I've been suffered from it
And I know I ain't loyal
I just pray they don't know about it
I'm just chasin' my dream
This what it is ain't no way around it |
bukkake | Е... А... Добрый день!
Schokk, Oxxxymiron, Лондон против всех, bitch!
Лондон против всех часть третья!
Keep in!
Рэп таким как ты - возможность быть в комплексе, и быть кем то
Для меня винтит, чтоб ненависть пустить на всех вас
Gangster не стоит у майка, crack не продают в Сатурне
Сказки расскажи своей соседке или проститутке
Я поклал на технику, создав свою
Ты украл, надеясь, что не засекут
Мне достичь успеха будто раз плюнуть
Я талант. Продать душу не кому - я сатана
Рэп хотел меня, куда деваться было?
Моя слабость - бляди, нигга, я им отказать не в силах!
Дай мне минус и я кончу Петербургу в уши
Чтоб D. Masta понял что он ебанутый
Schokk взялся за старое как наркоман
Против меня каждый из вас отсосал
Дабл отвечать зассал, он лучше поиграет в негра
Почему он до сих пор не попал в Def Joint?
Да ищет рифмы будто рэп наука
Не еби мне мозг и в пизду KREC'ов слушать
Бэттл в hip-hop.ru детсад. Там даже Бабан потянет
Мой противник каждый проебал не начав
Да я эмигрант, ты прав, и русский мой не поэтичен
Но поверь мне хватит слов, чтоб рус-рэп опустить публично
Ты берешь в свой адрес мамаебство и мои проблемы
Может я тебя задел? И мы в твоей семье все стервы
Boy рэп - это бэттл темы, пустой лепет
Если их читает Azad - в уши хоть убей не лезит...(Ха-Ха-Ха-Ха)
Мне сцена в Deutschland-е до жопы, и все тёрки также
Schokk'у нужен Beef девиз вчера был, как бы
Tony рвал свой зад но, мой ответ ебет по гланды
Будто черенком лопаты, я King как S.A.V
Во времена Pimp Legionär, Ваш автор сценария
Буккаке там сосите член...(Ха-Ха-Ха-Ха)
Я отправляю все команды к праотцам
Мой рэп - часть еврейской кухни, как кровавая маца
Я отрицаю всё, так что не верь мне ни на йоту
Русский рэп настолько женственный, что у меня встаёт
Я отрезал себе член и заморозил, круче всего
В восемьдесят лет пришить и трахать ваших внучек
Ты будешь за янки семенить
Я женюсь на твоей мамке, чтоб её осеменить
Но не ставьте на мне крест - лучше Маген Давид
Хоуми, все твои парняги - доходяги на вид
Ты притягиваешь массы, как бумаги магнит
Судьи-фарисеи б сесть в ареопаге могли
Хоуми, ты и твоя crew похожи друг на друга
Как две капли воды, нет - капли мочи. Твоя подруга
Хочет что б ей дали, страдает
Что б она не скандалила, я засандалил
Ей в глотку по самые миндалины
Рэп, конечно, проявление демократии
Но, тем не менее, лень время на твоё demo тратить
Я смеха ради отошлю это дело на радио
Тем самым растворю твоё эго в денатурате
В 90-ых вы сдирали все идеи с Wu
Это было нелепо, как ставить биде в избу
Теперь у вас cash и хромированные диски -
Это тоже бред, как панированный бифстэйк
Мой рэп - это кал, я делать лучше не привык
За меня читает специально обученный двойник, но
Каждый трэк D. Mast'ы - лишь для попугая праздник
Моего - я жму на плей, они друг-друга передразнивают
Ты перековал мечи на орала
Пока твоя маман мою рэпчину орала
Её любовь ко мне стала причиной орала
А после ей на лицо надрочила орава |
attak | We laughing at ya, talkin' bout ya tho we askin out when
We know you be hustlin' backwards, electroslide and rewind
My pockets is looking like rerun
I've begun to dethrone, you sippin' on that Seagram's
Talkin' bout you gon' kill somethin'
Nigga must think they real or somethin'
Go on ahead and pop a pill or somethin'
You ain't fuckn' with me, might as well OD
So after that one, take ten times three
Danny Brown bitch, and that boy Rustie
Got the game on lock like we changed the key
Can't get in it, whore or out
Treat that mouth like police warehouse
Bust all up in it, nuts all in it
Brand new tenant, moved all up in it
Cash no lease, this ain't rented
Came back now, it's O G cynic
Who the fuck y'all think ya'll is
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with no kids
Back in 2003 used to post up and roll up bag of pounds of the meat
Used to trap O.T. with the D, on the Greyhound bus one pair of jeans
Sat down in the city
Like "nigga what a fiend"
But I do the same thing now it's just 16s
Get money my nigga like ya 'sposed to, if I don’t then I might go postal
Back a nigga down like Howard tryna post you
If you play around a nigga might smoke you
Beware what you say in the vocals
Hood star, everybody going loco
Ghetto put a pussy nigga in a chokehold
No joke that's the code of survival
Battle Royale - everybody your rival
In the ghetto everybody going psycho
I'm a maniac, brainiac when I'm aiming at
Knock your brain out your hat when I cock that
You can't block that, it's just brain out hat
Stop that, you ain't 'bout that
Send my lil' niggas where ya house at
Couple stacks and a couple packs, put your dollar bill fingers in a mouse trap
Off that cause we on one
Can't come back like you stole somethin'
Nigga might as well, let me hold somethin'
Before I take that and your ho for frontin'
Pull up like smoke somethin'
Zip of OG, might roast somethin'
Pop a bottle, might toast somethin'
Nigga keep hatin', I'mma toast somethin'
Whipping out that Black and Decker
Putting lean in my Dr. Pepper
Chess shit and you playing checkers
Hit ya chest, yell for help, ya desperate
Nigga talkin' that ho shit, might ruck around, get your throat split
If you don't know shit, better know this
Fuck around, hocus-pocus
You a focus, I'm a lotus, see the big picture stay focused
Your ho look atrocious, my bitches look ferocious
Breakin' shit, you can't coast this
You niggas talkin' about practice
Roll around with that acid, if you don't know start askin'
Middle man be taxin', made a couple hundred, kept stackin'
Know it sound like I'm braggin' but a nigga do get them racks in
I ain't gotta say shit, tell your bitch to suck my dick
I ain't gotta say shit, tell your bitch to suck my dick |
jailbreak the tesla | Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Ninth grade, yeah, prime days, yo
Raised by the internet, final stage, yo
We could do anything by the age, yo
Niggas thought they was too cool for Myspace, yo
Had the iPod Touch with the Redsn0w
Cydia, but you could pirate all the apps though
They would hack security cams by the back doors
Nigga, this was Limewire on crack, though
The Touch was anything you could've asked for
Jailbreakin' it and you was hot shit, yeah
What if you could do the same for the whip, yeah?
Turn the X into a Batmobile rip, yeah
I can't wait 'til a nigga get to stuntin'
Get a Tesla and take it to West Coast Customs
Turn the touchscreen to iOS for fun
Make the auto-pilot do a donut, go dumb, man
Tell that nigga Elon I'm sorry
Tell my mom safety features ain't adjusted
Pulled up, doors up at the party
Like I didn't cop that shit for nothin'
Niggas can pull up in the 'Rari
But all you can change is paint and some fuck shit
And you gotta drive that shit, that ain't fun man
Need some shit I can hack, like fuck it
H-h-hack a Tesla car, how to hack a Tesla car
How to hack a Tesla car, how to h-
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Hack a Tesla car, how to hack a Tesla car
How to hack a Tesla car, how to h-
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Hack a Tesla car, how to hack a Tesla car
How to hack a Tesla car, how to h-
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Hack a Tesla car, how to hack a Tesla car
How to hack a Tesla car in under three minutes
Fuck it
I was like nine
Never woulda thought I'd have a ride like mine
Ice cream paint job on my mind
But daddy never really had a job like mine
Hotter than June, bass need the boom
Rockin' and leanin', hydraulics the coupe
Lights in the roof, I think I'm Zeus
Fish in the sea, so I might need me a pool
Damn, I took like a year just to get the verse, shit
Ritchie with a T, Groggs, Parker certain
And my shit gon' have the Maybach curtains
Red leather seats just to heat the surface
Bulletproof the whip for a bullets' purpose
Satellite roof, never losin' service
Keep a couple quarters, so I call him Curtis
I'm a black James Bond so I make him nervous
Your engine go "Vroom" and my engine go-
Elon on them shrooms
And Grimes' voice gon' be the GPS (Turn left)
(Yeah, yeah) This shit ain't too shabby, huh?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Zero to that 60, huh?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) You don't need to gas me, nah
(Yeah, yeah, yea) I rip them doors off 'cause I'm flashy, bitch
(Jailbreak the Tesla) Fuck around, get ghost
And I make six folds, might do a lil' toast
(Jailbreak the Tesla) Drop-top X and it's better than-
Fuck it |
le chant des sirenes | J’entends les chants des sirènes
Regarde autour de moi tous ces gens qui m’aiment
J’veux toucher l'soleil avant qu’la pluie n'vienne
T’inquiète pas, seuls les faibles se font bouffer par le système
Déchiré, dans une boîte parisienne
Pour la quatrième fois d'la semaine, et c’est même pas l'week-end
Tous mes nouveaux amis sont proches du star-système
Tous mes vieux potes subissent la merde de la vie quotidienne
J’rêvais d’être connu en jouant aux p'tites voitures
Maintenant les labels et les groupies veulent ma signature
Oui j’assure, j’suis l'génie qu’a écrit "Sale pute"
J’aimais pas l’adolescence : laisse-moi kiffer ma vie d’adulte
Des bises, des poignées d'mains, des sourires hypocrites
Reprends une bouteille : les deux premières sont parties trop vite
Sous champagne, personne n’écoute mais les gens parlent
Dis-moi qui tu connais, j’te dirai si t’es fréquentable
Loin du commun des mortels, tellement loin
En route vers le succès, j’me fais sucer dans l'train
J’trouve la plénitude au sens propre : complètement plein
De l’autre côté du p'tit écran j’laisse mes empreintes...
Parmi les grands
J’entends les chants des sirènes
Regarde autour de moi tous ces gens qui m’aiment
J’veux toucher l'soleil avant qu’la pluie n'vienne
T’inquiète pas, seuls les faibles se font bouffer par le système
J’entends les chants des sirènes
Regarde autour de moi tous ces gens qui m’aiment
J’veux toucher l'soleil avant qu’la pluie n'vienne
T’inquiète pas, seuls les faibles se font bouffer par le système
Mes potes disent que j’change, moi j’dis qu’j’évolue
Cette époque où j’étais perdu d’avance est révolue
J’prends même plus la peine d’avoir une opinion
J’fais des copier-coller d'discussions, j’crée l’illusion
J’pars toucher l’horizon, à dos d'vodka-bison
Mais l’temps passe, j’reste en place, et l’soleil change de position
Un pote attend mes mandats dans sa prison
Pendant qu’j’suis dans un dîner mondain, en train d’régler l’addition
Quand j’parle de mon prochain disque, les yeux d'mes fans s’illuminent
Le problème, c’est qu'j'ai toujours pas écrit une ligne
J’ai la chanteuse du moment en featuring
Y’a deux ans, j’l’aurais sûrement insultée au fil d’une rime
De plus en plus de vautours me tournent autour, au secours
Ça commence à sentir la fin des beaux jours
J’ai pas téléphoné pour l’anniversaire de ma sœur
Alors que j'appelle mon manager toutes les trois heures
Ma meuf pète un câble, veut qu’on passe du temps tous les deux
Mais j’suis au Cap d’Agde, dans la chatte du Diable
Un dernier verre et j’touche les cieux
Tous mes vœux, j’pars en voyage des valises sous les yeux
J’entends les chants des sirènes
Regarde autour de moi tous ces gens qui m’aiment
J’veux toucher l'soleil avant qu’la pluie n'vienne
T’inquiète pas, seuls les faibles se font bouffer par le système
Déprimé, dans un bar caennais, vidé
J’regarde mon téléphone en rêvant qu’il s'remette à vibrer
Parfois un vieux pote m’appelle, mais c’est plus pareil
Parfois mon ex m’appelle : j’aurais pas dû la perdre
Les requins avec qui j’taffais, les suceurs qui m’grattaient
M'ont poussé à cracher un deuxième disque raté
Pendant qu'j'buvais du champagne pour me déshydrater
J’vivais dans l’passé, de nouveaux artistes m’ont remplacé
Mes ex-fans déçus cherchent le Orelsan du début
Mais même moi j’crois qu'j'l'ai perdu
Mon banquier m’avait prévenu : "Les impôts vont t'foutre à terre !"
À quel moment j’ai cru qu'j'allais passer au travers ?
Passé d'la vie d’une mini-star au connard de l’histoire
À Caen, j’suis rien d'plus qu’un gros poisson dans une petite mare
Fête chaque victoire mais y’a un juste milieu
Apprends à remonter la pente avant d’entrer dans un cercle vicieux
Où sont passées les sirènes ?
Regarde autour de moi tous ces gens remplis d'haine
Après l’ivresse vient la migraine
Au final, j’crois qu'j'me suis fait bouffer par le système
Où sont passées les sirènes ?
Regarde autour de moi tous ces gens remplis d'haine
Après l’ivresse vient la migraine
Au final, j’crois qu'j'me suis fait bouffer par le système
J’entends les chants des sirènes
Regarde autour de moi tous ces gens qui m’aiment
J’veux toucher l'soleil avant qu’la pluie n'vienne
T’inquiète pas, seuls les faibles se font bouffer par le système
J’entends les chants des sirènes
Regarde autour de moi tous ces gens qui m’aiment
J’veux toucher l'soleil avant qu’la pluie n'vienne
T’inquiète pas, seuls les faibles se font bouffer par le système |
fly crippin | I got a swag when I step
Blue rag to the left
All the girls know im the biz
I think I know what it is
It's fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin'
I got this 40 on my waist, Louis suit case
And I'm tattooed on my neck, my chest, my face
Fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin'
Look, TMC is my new shit
I don't make no excuses
Fly crip in my blueprint
Niggas talk but I do this
I gave a AR to my new bitch
I had a Rolex before music
Money talks, loud and clear
Niggas looking like two cents
So we could line them up and we could shoot shit
We could range Rover, Benz coupe shit
Turn a couple of zones into a few bricks
And turn a couple of bars into a new hit
New Louis bag, new Louis kicks
And my trunk right where my roof is
Nigga stay in style like I'm boostin'
How they say they fly when they flew shit
I got tats all on my neck, tats all on my face
Get 10 G's so up and I don't hop bout till I pay
I drink that Clicquot and that Ace
Smoke Kush weed and eat steak
She can't resist to fly crip
So she get wet when I get on stage
And yeah I dropped out in 10th Grade
But I fly first class on these planes
Never stand in line at my bank
All money In is incorporated
They say "Damn, Hussle you made it"
I said "No, you just think basic"
And if them niggas fly, then I'm a spaceship
I got a swag when I step
Blue rag to the left
All the girls know im the biz
I think I know what it is
It's fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin'
I got this 40 on my waist, Louis suit case
And I'm tattooed on my neck, my chest, my face
Fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin'
I got that rag all on my left
Bank when I step
Tattoo on my neck, my face and all on my chest
What you gonna do next?
Take your main bitch and have sex
I keep a 40 on my in case a nigga trying to flex
So niggas stop with all that press, cause you ain't gonna do shit
I hear you talking loud, well nigga talk about my dick
And how your bitch swallow this
You go home and you kiss
But guess what you hater, you be kissing on my dick
No homo trick, she look at you like you a lick
She fuck with Cob Supreme 'cause I'm a fly ass young crip
I got Polo socks on my feet
Polo draws on my waist, Louis belt on my Levi's
And these diamonds be all on me
Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my wrist
I look like a robbery but nigga that will be a risk
Ride around in that jag, I roll around in that range
But if a nigga walk we are still not the same
'Cause I got
I got a swag when I step
Blue rag to the left
All the girls know im the biz
I think I know what it is
It's fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin'
I got this 40 on my waist, Louis suit case
And I'm tattooed on my neck, my chest, my face
Fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin', fly crippin' |
my pockets | Yo
Migo
My bitch is badder than yours
My bitch is badder than yours (bad)
My bitch is badder than yours (woah)
My bitch is badder than yours
And my pockets fatter than yours (fat)
My pockets fatter than yours (money!)
My pockets fatter than yours (Yeah)
My pockets fatter than yours
My bitch is badder than yours (bad)
My bitch is badder than yours (she beautiful)
My bitch is badder than yours
My bitch is badder than yours (Woo)
And my pockets fatter than yours (cash)
My pockets fatter than yours (enormous)
My pockets fatter than yours (Woo)
My pockets fatter than yours
Her pussy wet like ocean (water)
Super (splash) soakin'
My pockets swollen (money!)
Bust down, Rollie (Rollie)
Pay me 'cause you owe me (Owe me)
All your dab is stolen (stolen)
Don't act like you know me (Huh)
Stay strapped cause I lost my homie
Big bank, you know it
My life, important
Your life, can't afford it
Hundred bags in the storage (Bags)
My bitch bad, she gorgeous (Bad)
Pull up, pull up, Forgis
Pull up, pull up, Forgis (Skrrt)
I am the plug, cordless
My bitch is badder than yours
My bitch is badder than yours (Bad)
My bitch is badder than yours (Woah)
My bitch is badder than yours
And my pockets fatter than yours (fat)
My pockets fatter than yours (money!)
My pockets fatter than yours (yeah)
My pockets fatter than yours
My bitch is badder than yours (bad)
My bitch is badder than yours (she beautiful)
My bitch is badder than yours
My bitch is badder than yours (woo)
And my pockets fatter than yours (cash)
My pockets fatter than yours (enormous)
My pockets fatter than yours (woo)
My pockets fatter than yours |
the album about nothing album art tracklist | Album Art:
Alternate Album Art:
Track List:1. The Intro About Nothing
2. The Helium Balloon (ft. Jerry Seinfeld)
3. The White Shoes
4. The Pessimist
5. The Middle Finger
6. The One Time In Houston
7. The Girls On Drugs
8. The God Smile
9. The Need to Know (ft. SZA)
10. The Success
11. The Glass Egg
12. The Bloom (AG3)
13. The Matrimony (ft. Usher)
14. The Body (ft. Jeremih) |
strangeulation vol ii cypher ii | For what I wanted to do was take some of my classic beats, and send 'em to my artists to see what they would come up with on these beats that I love so much, so I wanna call Stevie Stone and Ces Cru to murder, let's go
Feel the hate when they come around
Little bull better settle down
Feel the love, I'm the great and or the true
See the fakes and the snakes, I'm always outta bounds
See I been dealt a hand, my nigga, I can peep
Peeping the shifty fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going H.A.M, getting bigger, nigga
(Talk that shit, if you want to hack my Tech N9ne play it again)
Make sure you remember me, me the odd ball liquor
When Stevie get to speaking, the plot
Thickens with and these niggas is Vixens
Competition, it's really contradiction (uh-huh!)
Learning from the realest slim pickings
I love it, how you doubt a nigga, hound a nigga
Panned out, all this profit sought the stone to stand stout
On rigid and rare routes, it's like procedure to hear a nigga out
Strangeulation two and it's right now
Let's take it to another level, hot metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, falsetto, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my enemies, I say all you niggas is bitches
Jurisdiction have so many restrictions
All you niggas is fiction, no conviction
Niggas get to dissin', I'll have you outta commission
Bodies missing, call my brother to lynch 'em
All you niggas is gimmicks, frail body and soul
All you niggas pretending, thought that we so-called family
All you niggas can get it, turning my volume up
Had us upon that midget
Let me hear you say names, let me hear you holler Strange
Octane with flame, will leave your bodies decaying
Niggas be playing games, my niggas taking aim
Have you in a debacle, better stay in your lane
Guess time'll tell (guess time'll tell, guess time'll tell)
Right hand over my heart of hearts I'm pledging allegiance
To Ces, for whatever the reasons I have withered the seasons
They're dead in the breeze, I'm ready to feed 'em
I never believed 'em, you son of a bitch, son of a preacher, word of
Heaven and Jesus, through seven degrees of separation is still
And spreading diseases, my recommendation is cheddar your cheeses
Maybe you better get business, like I didn't know that I carried the load
I know your boy is heavy and heaving
That's word to Strange and Tech the N9ne, I mean, who better to lead us
Since I been with that team I been spinning them G's
Bitch, yeah, you better believe it, cash come in a bulk amount now
I'm staying ahead of my dreams so the fuck could I sulk about
For real, I'll never be satisfied still, I don't be vocal out loud
Respect is due, I show it, don't blow it, my records are outbound
Chill, I'm choosing my weapons wisely, we never will lose direction
Guide 'em through the Recession Proof, should include a confession, truth
Started from the Bikini Bottom, we're here but it's something fishy
Twenty sixteen, Strange Music, making some fucking history
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it, I'm a killer still in the back but I'm clapping though
In a matter of fact I been acting, so
Out of wack and my brain is on overload
I don't call anybody, ain't nobody calling me
Maybe I don't need a phone no mo'
Guess I won’t pay the bill and the villain is spillin' venom in him then I’m a goner
And haters are catering to me with wishes that I wouldn't win any longer
Idiot, you're just making me stronger, wanna kill me, then pay me no mind
Get a record that's quite a bit longer, if you don't feel me then get on your grind
I don't mean to be mean but the measure is simple when you try to weather the outcome
Now I don't need a reason, killing any season, in fact I am better without one
You don't know anything about heat or the temp of the weather that I'm coming out from
And I wouldn't consider you equal like other people, where the fuck is your album?
Shit to you is a hobby and obviously y'all ain't knowing to measure at all
Murdering it for pleasure, ain't fucking with Godi, I'm sick with a medicine ball
Couldn't give 'em a shit, not even a little bit cause they haters, we know it
We all know the location, come get your face winched
Strangeulation reloaded! (Fuck) |
reminem | Énervé depuis l'époque des billes, j'avais déjà rien dans l'sac à dos
J'suis pas l'ado qui part en vrille, mais maman j't'ai pas fait d'cadeau
La rue j'l'aime autant que j'la déteste et c'est comme ça
Quand j'étais p'tit j'ai vu des grands s'tirer dessus pour une sse-lia
Maintenant ça c'est banal, tous les jours j'sors, j'entends des trucs de fou
Quand y'a embrouille y'a le pe-pom sous un drap ou dans un sac de foot
Depuis quand j'rentre chez moi la nuit, j'en ai des trucs à dire
J'suis le blanc d'ta cité qui traîne dans des coins qui t'empêcherait d'dormir
Avant pour être franc, on pensait pas aux euros
On aurait pu passer des heures à aider juste pour faire des heureux
J'étais à l'école en face d'la cité, j'voyais passer le sse-cro
J'analyse les gens et toi j'sais pas pourquoi tu fais l'ssiste-gro
Ouais mon pote, c'est la vie, et c'est comme ça
On a tous des blessures qui n'se refermeront peut-être pas
On savait pas c'était quoi les vices mais maintenant on a grandi
J'ai compris que l'argent fait pas l'bonheur, rends les gens moisis
Mon chemin j'l'ai pas choisi, j'ai pas choisi d'voir maman pleurer
La rue, le rap j'kiffais alors j'me suis déscolarisé
Dans la rue quand t'es blanc, faut t'faire ta place encore plus qu'un autre
R-E-M-Y, si j'réussis j'lèverai mon verre à la vôtre
Pas d'sentiments dans nos halls, les yeux couleur violet
On tenait les murs pendant que d'vant ta meuf, bah toi tu miaulais
Avoir des couilles de nos jours vaut pas le prix d'une Rolex
Voilà pourquoi on t'vole ta montre et on la vend à un collègue
J'ai galéré toute ma vie, j'veux pas finir en bas, et ça d'puis mes premiers pas
J'ai su ce que je voulais
Mais dis-moi tu veux faire quoi, quand la vie te tabasse
Te laisse sans ta monnaie
On a galéré, la rue nous a pas laissé l'choix, laissé l'choix d'rester en bas
On veut se sauver
Mais dis-moi tu veux faire quoi, quand la vie te tabasse
Te laisse sans ta monnaie
Maman, pour nous sortir de là, j'en ferais des trucs de fou
Ma sœur, j'lui ferais cracher son sang si j'vois il tord son cou
Sale schmitt quand tu m'contrôles tutoies-moi pas, on s'connait pas
Quand j'étais p'tit tes collègues les bacqueux, ils rigolaient sur moi
Mes potes mangent des coups de flashball parce que t'aimes pas leur couleur
Si y'avait pas l'rap, moi dans l'mal j'aurais craché ma douleur
Maintenant j'vois la vie en couleur, j'ai tendance à moins douter
Les grosses putes me porteront l'œil car pour eux y'a pas d'gouter
Ma poésie vient d'en bas, elle m'tirera peut-être vers le haut
J'écris la nuit et j'me rappelle comment la rue c'est pas beau
J'ai passé ma vie sur l'pavé, sur l'banc y'a que des macchabées
Et toi tu chourres, tu t'fais courser par des équipes de cinglés
On veut tous des thunes à mort car nos vies ont un goût amer
Si j'réussis pas, bah Maman n'ira pas vivre en bord de mer
Merde, c'est la merde. Que des équipes en Twingo
Armés devant ta chicha pour racoler 2-3 pines-co
Ouais moi j'te raconte ma vie, j'te raconte pas celle d'un autre
J'aimerais sortir vivre normalement, mais j'peux pas payer la note
Ouais poto y'a pas d'argent, en retard est le loyer
Mes sentiments ont pris l'eau, depuis qu'mon cœur est noyé
Te lamente pas sur ton sort mon poto c'est Dieu qui donne
C'est lui qui reprend donc reprends-toi avant que ton heure sonne
Beaucoup ont fait du shtar car dans la rue depuis mineur
Tu vois maman pleurer quand tu ressors de tes 48 heures
J'ai galéré toute ma vie, j'veux pas finir en bas, et ça d'puis mes premiers pas
J'ai su ce que je voulais
Mais dis-moi tu veux faire quoi, quand la vie te tabasse
Te laisse sans ta monnaie
On a galéré, la rue nous a pas laissé l'choix, laissé l'choix d'rester en bas
On veut se sauver
Mais dis-moi tu veux faire quoi, quand la vie te tabasse
Te laisse sans ta monnaie
C'est Rémy |
light my body up | Yo, I just started my sentence like a capital letter
Got bars for years, I hope you send me a letter
Know she'll never be queen, so now she got a vendetta
I ain't talkin' 'bout David when I say I'ma Guetta
Twenty mil' on my off, season of course
Twenty million when you ain't put out no album or tours
Yes, bitch, I'm me
Pretty N-I-C
You get it? Icy
But my name is spelled N-I-C
I feel like we going under
Take me down
I can't help but wonder
You got everything I want and
If you keep on talking
I'ma put it where you want it
Keep up, ain't no need to slow it down
We could get it poppin'
You could love me, love me downtown
You got everything I want now
Let me fill your fantasies
And give you what you dream 'bout
You got something that I believe
I've been waiting for all my
We're blazing high, smoke fill the night
I'm gasoline, you're fire
Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me down
Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me
Light my body up
Light my body up
Light my body up
Stakes are higher than a mother
What you wanna bet that you'll never find another?
Like me, I'm once in a lifetime
Only get all of me once in your lifetime
I'll leave you drowning in your wet dream
Swimming in that love
Surf it up in your wet dream
Baby, let me blow your cover
Come on, make me wish I was your part time lover
You got something that I believe
I've been waiting for all my
We're blazing high, smoke fill the night
I'm gasoline, you're fire
Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me down
Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me
Light my body up
Light my body up
Light my body up
Girl you know I brought that thing right up out the darkness
Made that thing a starfish, right up on my swordfish
I'ma bring sparks and your favorite narcs
Ooooh, you raise the bar, you take it far, you rated R
But keep it tight tight, take this D, go night night
Go so far downtown on you, I lose Wi-Fi
Give me high five
'Cause you know you gon' need a goon to come lick, lick your wounds
Got you lit like tick tick tick, like tick tick tick
Tick tick, Tune
You got something that I believe
I've been waiting for all my
We're blazing high, smoke fill the night
I'm gasoline, you're fire
Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me down
Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me
Light my body up |
kill kill | Bound up the stairs
I'm in the shower
Do you know
I am going to leave you?
Do you know
I am going to leave you?
I'm in love with a dying man
I'm in love with a dying man
I'm in love, lying in the sand
I'm in love with a dying man
I'm in love with a dying man
I have done everything I can
Tell me about Ray and his girl
Do I know Ray has gone
To meet you
Love you, I do
Stay here, I won't
The stars fade from your eyes
I'm in love with a dying man
I'm in love with a dying man
I'm in love, lying in the sand
I'm in love with a dying man
I'm in love with a dying man
I have done everything I can
One, two
Make it fun
Don't trust anyone
One, two
Make it fun
Don't trust anyone
I'm in love with a dying man
I'm in love with a dying man
I have done everything I can
I'm in love with a dying man
I'm in love with a dying man
I have done everything I can
One, two
Make it fun
Don't trust anyone
One, two
Make it fun
Make it fun
Make it fun |
4 am in girona | Running from the fame
In a rented Beemer, 140 in the rain
I remember I was hoping for a change
Funny how I really don't want it, once it came
Paparazzi on a lookout
Come on, little baby, look proud
By the way though she hates being called a model
That ain't fair, cause she's only into books now
We fucked around and made a new sound (goddamn)
Fucked around, made the news howl, goddamn
Fucked around, made a few stacks, goddamn
I fucked around I got the blues now
I'm staying in Brussels and London now
And only my real people come around
The people that I'm leaving in the past
Keep calling to lend them a couple thou', huh
I don't like that
I don't really like that
I remember messaging my idols
Hoping that they write back
But they never write back
Why they never write back?
(Why they never write back?)
I remember teasing my demons
Hoping that they bite back, argh!
I don't like that
I don't really like that
Now I got these kids in my DMs (DMs)
Begging me to write back (uh huh)
I don't write back (I don't write back)
Why I never write back? (why I never write back?)
I remember messaging my heroes (heroes)
Feeling like a psychopath
Now this is the season for fox huntin'
And they will not stop til they got somethin'
This relationship got their heart jumpin'
I'll say it now, make sure I'm not mumblin'
I'm in love with her
There you go, put it in your article
I just fell in love, doesn't mean that I'm a fool
They've been, uh, turning love into a carnival
They've been, uh, wondering if I'm honorable
Listen up though, here's the thing
I only care what my momma and my sister think
Fuck going online, that ain't part of my day
And they been lying non stop, so you'd click the link
I don't like that (hey, hey)
I don't really like that (hey, hey)
I remember messaging my idols
Hoping that they write back
But they never write back
Why they never write back?
(Why they never write back?)
I remember teasing my demons
Hoping that they bite back, argh!
I don't like that
I don't really like that
Now I got these kids in my DMs (DMs)
Begging me to write back
I don't write back (I don't write back)
Why I never write back? (why I never write back?)
I remember messaging my heroes (heroes)
Feeling like a psychopath
“- Pan uciekł, pan nas zdradził, pan nas oczernił. Pan zostawił młodzież, młodych ludzi, którzy panu zaufali. Pan Polski nie kocha
- Kocham
- Nie kocha Pan.” |
coastline | Why do we all
Want all the things that we can't have at all
Eyes to the sky
But where do you look when the sky starts to fall
I look at my life
Wondering: "how did I travel this far?"
Stuck in the sand
Lost in the desert, I'm trapped in the storm
In search of a shore
Lost in the desert, I'm searching for more
In search of a shore
Trapped in the desert, still searching for more
In search of a shore
Lost in the desert, I'm trapped in the storm
I look at my life
Wondering: "how did I travel this far?"
Maybe I'm blind
By human desire, human design
Just a little bit further until I arrive
Or is it just a mirage fooling my mind
How foolish am I?
Why am I here
In the same club with my back to the wall?
Speeding through life
Just to end up running back to the start
Backward and forward
In every direction, disaster's in store
Like I'm stranded at sea
It feels like the end but I know that there's more
Still I'm searching for shore
Stuck out at sea and I'm searching for more
In search of a shore
Stranded at sea but I'm searching for more
In search of a shore
Stuck out at sea and I'm trapped in a storm
I look at my life
Wondering: "how did I travel this far?"
Born under the view of the eye
The world can be ruthless, foolish and blind
Abracadabra, illusion and lies
Fed food to consume and influence the mind
Sacrificial executions disguised as
Shootings and crimes, the news televises
"Who pulls the strings? Who has the dice?"
Asking these questions, I lose track of time
So I ask: "How human am I?" |
crack | Hey Jack, start that beat from the ti'nop
Yeah, Based on a T.R.U. Story, uh started from the trap now I rap (yeah) no matter where im at I got crack (crack)
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
Standing on them blocks, selling hi'nard
I be going dumb, I be going retard
With no regard for no br'noad
Pi'nark my car, bitch I'm from Collipi'nark
Southside, outside, and I'm ridin' round, I get it
And I look around, they took my style
Like mothafucka you trippin'
Let me slow it down 'fore I get a ticket
Nigga want a verse from me, it's gon' cost a chicken
Rearview mirror, shakin like a stripper ho
Car so big it got a stripper pole
I'm balling, ballin like a give and g'no
All I talk is crack, I can get the rico
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
Shawty got some real good P'nuss
If that shit stink, then she need to di'nush
No I'm not a killer but no p'nush
Get fucked, get slugged, bet you won't even get up
This us, 2 guns in my Adidas
I'm from the A, you a C+
You niggas can't even see us
Ear muffs from Neiman...Marcus
I'm like c'mon let's start this
Keep it real my deparment
Versace my garment, yeah
I don't give a fi'nuck
I don't give a fi'nuck
Make her suck my di'nick, till that bitch hiccup
And when she call my phi'none, I won't even pick up
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
Thousand eight grams in my b'nag
I be making jewels, work be moving f'nast
And you need to mind your fucking bi'naz
Get cash, get it fast, this a paper ti'nag
New car, you are not me forget it!
I got more hoes than four hoes
I had a foursome for Christmas!
Let me turn it down my baby mama listening
Extra garlic butter I got Benihana issues
Trigga finger itchin' like it's poison ivy
Going so hard Viagra trying to sign me
I might get an endorsement from baking soda
Catch me cooking crack trying to make a Rollie!
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
I got cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Got that cr'nack, yeah, I got cr'nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I'm at, I got crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
All I talk is crack, I can get the RICO! |
my love will never die | You've done
Me wrong
For a long
Long time
But after all
You've done
I never changed
My mind
Honey please
Try to love me
Honey please
Honey try
My love will never die
Flowers
Flowers grow
Where I'm laid
To rest
Honey pick
A blossom
And hold it
Hold it
To your breast
Honey you know
That's my love
Bursting loud
From inside
My love
Oh my love my love
Will never die |
100 summers | I gotta place my rearview when I pull in the parking spot
'Cause where I'm from all the young niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outcha
Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won't leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That's what my momma told me when they caught me with a ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping, whoa
I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth
I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through
Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I seen some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord
I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
Grew up 'round them monsters they'll shoot you in your face
Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood
Momma won't see her son again, we call that blind love
I can't trust these niggas, they'll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoked for a Rollie, his time's up
You gon' be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when I clutch and let that chopper rock (Brrr)
Feel this shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin' so militant
'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit'
As I walk through the valley of the shadows of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I seen some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord
I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
Oh, yeah yeah |
if looks could kill you would be dead | Sweetness flowing like a faucet, body bangin' no corset
Brother's wanna toss it but they lost cause my game made em forfeit
Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse's
Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
I stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features
Brother's try to hold but they game never reaches
And most of these cats are like the middle of peaches
I see you lookin' at but what you lookin' at
We in a bar , wanna twist me like a bottle cap
I'm tryin' to holler miss to see if you gon' holler back
Your game is whack, and no, you will not get your quarter back
See this is Carmen, curves like a cul-de-sac
Skin coffee and cream, your donuts, you ain't dunking that
But this is Milla, Lieutenant if you're wonderin'
And I'm Natheniel, (Mos Def) Mel Gibson (Sam) Danny Gloverin'
But I'm not hearing you, you might as well be mumb-l-in
See, I have dreams and with a man, what will become of them?
There's not a kid out here who can make me believe
I should postpone my goals, cause he got tricks up his sleeve?
Whole bar full of cuffs and you ain't locking me down
I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed, hold the trial
Get a pardon if ya come with the sargeant now
Give the chair cause I don't care I ain't feelin' your style
Yo, I'm tryin' to get with you shorty
(But I'm not feelin' you)
But I'm an officer shorty
(My looks are killin' you)
Murder one will get you under the covers
(Game talker or manslaughter I ain't feelin' you brothers)
Eyes like the ocean
Ma I got some lotion
Hold ya thighs, raise em' high and daddy long stroke em'
Hair like forever
I swear I could do it better
Take the gun out my holster, I still pack a baretta
You brothers sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing
But that kid
Don't waste ya time he ain't worth doin'
He just a sargeant, passin' out tickets for parking
Chickenheads cluckin'
Pitiful bulls barkin'
See this is Carmen, voice sweet as Marvin
I turn out lights with the switch when I'm walkin'
Girls steady jealous cause they man always hawkin'
Even got Lou lookin' at me like he stalkin'
And I got a mind too, I wouldn't bless you
If your first name was Ha-Chu, on Sunday singin' gospel
You ain't a dime just a nickel actin' hostile
Headed for the big top and bouncin' off this side show |
already | Security fucked up let me bring the zip in
Yo bitch missing we both missing we both disappear
If I pull up in that Phantom she gon' disappear
If I pull up in a Phantom we gon' disappear
She's drunk already
I'm lit already
What you mean roll up
What you mean burn up
She's drunk already
I'm lit already
What you mean roll up
What you mean burn up
Let's talk money shit I'm rich already
Let's get freaky baby call me Robert Kelly
I'm at Penthouse watching bitches shake their jelly
Weed and Liquor make her look like Halle Berry
I'm lit don't wear no panties
Let them kids stay with their granny
This dick you about to swallow save that fuck shit for your marriage
Ho I'm Juicy J, to fuck me is a dream
Ziploc full of trees, hypnotize your mind then I leave
Money over hoes by any means, me
Eight hundred thousand in jewelry I got Egyptian needs
Grab my Phantom keys, pour me a little lean
You niggas out here saving thots I share 'em with the team
Fuck boy (But anyway...)
She's drunk already
I'm lit already
What you mean roll up
What you mean burn up
She's drunk already
I'm lit already
What you mean roll up
What you mean burn up
Already told you niggas that I ain't gon' play
Already told my ho she better stop complaining
Damn that nigga already got that shiny bezel
Told that nigga I'm already on another level
Local thotties at this party already bopping
I just walked in thirty seconds getting topped off
God damn why I keep on shaking niggas hot sauce?
Pull up in that new Camaro I just left that sky loft
I promise I've already sipped, woah
I told your ho come take a trip
If she bite then I know I’m fucking
If she hop inside the passenger I know I'm busting
She's drunk already
I'm lit already
What you mean roll up
What you mean burn up
She's drunk already
I'm lit already
What you mean roll up
What you mean burn up |
ice hotel intro | Don't come close, don't come close
You don't even know me, you think you know me (Close, don't come close)
Oh oh, don't come close
Ice under my heels, I hear it breaking
Under my heels, I hear it cracking
Foolish of me to think I had it (Think I had it)
Emmanuel, how foolish of me
To think I had it... (Had it)
I hear your voice behind me (Behind me)
Moving up my neck
I he-hear you talking
Creeping up my shoulder, breathe-breathing
In my head, I hear you screaming (Screaming)
Just do it
Ye-yeah yeah, I hear you talking
Ye-yeah yeah, feel you moving
Yeah Yeah, Let's do it, yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Don't come close, don't come close
You don't even know me, you think you know me
Crucifixion, crack rock love, feeding my addiction
Pessimistic, feed her all the lies, and get self-infliction
Blood stains in my gold plates, without a soul, impure hate
Insecure ay, couldn't love another at the same time
Ice cold, see my lover through the grapevine (Ah! Ah!)
History, mystery, hate her, fuck him
What's meant to me?
Was it pure green?
But this ice can't melt (Fuck!)
Ice Hotel
Chances, chances, chances
Chances
Chances, chances, chances
Chances
Chances, chances, chances
Ice, ice, ice
Chances
Chances, chances, chances
Ice, ice, ice
Ice
Ice, ice, ice
Feel the love in the air
Hate what consumes from rates of the air
Hopped off, legislate for eight
Seven virgins
Swerve and converge
Her rapes lurking, curtain
Covered sins soon rest unwritten
Ice Hotel, Ice, Ice Hotel, Ice, Ice Hotel |
saturation 284 | I chainsmoke 'til I choke
Have a good heart but bad health
You would never know
Where can you turn at the end of a road
Let myself go, I know I'm at fault
'Cause I'm not who I thought at all
Smokescreens in the dark
I just drink and drive
The freeway eases my mind and I can cry on my own
Going 95, no one on the passenger's side
But the person in the rear view's telling lies
You could end it all if you'd like to
And you can drink a fifth and, uh
Drive to, um, wherever you'd like to
'Cause, well, nobody likes you
And nobody feels like you do
Plus, nobody understands the weight of the
Broken heart that you feel, so fuck it
You might as well just get real high and stupid
Rent a motel room and drink away your issues
It could be so simple, nobody wants to help you
They laugh and smile because you're different, you know
It's all your fault but you stay well-tempered
You've always had your wits about you
You hide away, so mental
And I'm glad you stay reclusive
You have a wound that's self-inflicted
And in times like this it's too late to fix it
The weight of the world couldn't change you
But if you died, no one would miss you
So here's to another night alone with all your fears
And all your demons, your deepest darkest secrets
The shit that keeps you from sleeping
It's better when you don't think about it
But you don't have the power, 'cause I'm your master
Speed up and surrender, this time is different
So indecisive, no wonder why she left you
One of the many reasons why you'd like to
Put a bullet in your head or veer left off the highway
You're walking a tightrope at your lowest
Now you're hopeful, but that'll change when the night falls
You're a waste of a lifeform
You should do what you couldn't do this time last year
You can hope and pray all you want but nobody cares
Death waits for the time comes, and the time's come
Shut me up if you'd like to
But you're a coward and you know it's true
I'll be here if you need me, up to you
That's okay and I don't mind
I think you're kind of perfect
You blend in with the guys
And that's okay and I don't mind
I think you're kind of perfect
You blend in with the guys
Sometimes I feel like I gotta tip toe around
Sometimes I feel like I gotta tip toe around
Sometimes I feel like I gotta tip toe around
Around you, around you
Sometimes I feel like I gotta tip toe around
Sometimes I feel like I gotta tip toe around
Sometimes I feel like I gotta tip toe around
Around you, around you
Sometimes I |
live on the air | Ayo, I'm living abroad like the baddest bitch you've ever seen
Ain't about that hybrid shit but I'm all about the green
Making so many moves, I need a dose of Dramamine
For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team
I school emcees 'cause I'm the motherfuckin' dean
My cerebral cortex force, my trigger finger reflex
To bust Tecs like raw sex, ain't no tellin' what's next
I sling mixtapes like crack rocks
Watch snow bunnies chillin' in the backdrop, discussin' how the track rocks
Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
And if I wasn't Logic, I'd be his number one fan
Beware I'm spittin' fire cause the world is in dire need of an MC to admire
And set the bar higher
So I conspire, within my mind just had a friar
The rap Messiah, fresh to death so peep the attire
Feelin' like B Rabbit when he slaughtered the Lotto
Get money, fuck bitches, and respect women is the motto
You say potato, I say potato
You call 'em rappers but all I see is comedians
My future's lookin' XXL, they shit is medium
Call me Bobby Kennedy the way I fuck with Marilyn
MCs approach, take notes, and then I bury them
I'm out of this world, my studio's the planetarium
The way I flow, this shit is slicker than butter
The second I utter lyricism that leave all the rest in the gutter
I thought I told ya'll I'm the best, d-d-did I stutter?
I'll hit your mom in the head with a car bomb just to blow her mind like Vietnam
Had a MySpace account but my only friend was Tom
When I eat pussy, I pretend that I'm speaking in Islam
Psych, It's a joke I swear that I'm not racist
To be honest I'll murder you no matter what color your face is
Punch you in the face if I catch you slippin' in braces
You want beef? I'll choke you to death with your own shoelaces
Psych, I swear I'm not a violent guy
Once upon time I brought a Super Soaker to a drive-by
Full of Kool-Aid and warm piss
My buzz is growing every day and when the swarm hits
Million dollar trips, sex at the Ritz
So rich I'll make bitches show Charlie Murphy their tits
Blow the competition to bits, leavin' the enemy lit
But I'm out cause there's women to please and money to get
It's Logic |
into it | Ooh, I'm not a psychic
But I see myself all over you (ooh)
Ooh, I'm sick on you, sick on you
But you're the medicine, too (ooh)
The gravity can't hold us, your hands are outer space
I can't make sense of nothing and words just get in the way
This couch is getting smaller, but it's my favorite place
Don't even ask the question, you know what I'm gonna say
I'm into it
Whatever trouble that you're thinking, I could get into it
I see a king-sized bed in the corner, we should get into it
All of the things, I wanna do to you is infinite
I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it
Ooh, I'm holding my, holding my breath
Until I'm turning blue (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, don't save me, don't save me, don't save me
I'll fall into you, fall into you
This couch is getting smaller, but it's my favorite place
Don't even ask the question, you know what I'm gonna say
I'm into it
Whatever trouble that you're thinking, I could get into it
I see a king-sized bed in the corner, we should get into it
All of the things, I wanna do to you is infinite
I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it
I'm into it, I'm into it
Whatever trouble that you're thinking
I could get into it (I'm into it)
I see a king-sized bed in the corner
We should get into it (I'm into it)
Enough of the conversation, baby, let's get into it (I'm into it)
I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it
The gravity can't hold us, your hands are outer space
I can't make sense of nothing, oh
This couch is getting smaller, but it's my favorite place
Don't even ask the question
You know what I'm gonna say (say baby)
I'm into it
Whatever trouble that you're thinking, I could get into it (thinking, I...)
I see a king-sized bed in the corner, we should get into it (into it, yeah)
All of the things I wanna do to you is infinite (everything is infinite)
I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it (if you're into it)
I'm into it, I'm into it
I'm into it, oh na na, I'm into it
I'm into it, oh na na, I'm into it
I'm into it, oh na na, I'm into it
I'm into it, if you're into it, I'm into it |
od | O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D
O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D
Appelle moi je débarque dans l'heure
C'est pas qu'une nuit d'hôtel
C'est dur de marcher tranquille, on a reconnu nos têtes
On sera jamais dans leur bail communautaire
J'suis high comme une OD, t'es fly comme une hôtesse
Tu te nourris de la douleur un peu comme Amy
Tu m'aimes et tu me fais plus de mal que mon ennemi
Bébé jamais je ne leverai la main sur toi mais mon cœur cogne
Ton corps contre ma bouche c'est comme le fusil de Kurt Co'
Tu sors après minuit car le diable t'a offert un carrosse
T’enlève pas l’élastique de ton chignon pour te faire un garrot
T'aimes sentir et gémir, sentiments chimiques
Tu m'as boudé pendant des mois quand j'ai sorti "Égérie"
M'accusant de révéler au grand jour notre intimité
Mais qui peut t'imiter ? Qui ? Tu continues de m'intimider
On s'dispute en voulant l'inverse, on profite même pas du moment
Je vois bien que tu me mens, même quand t'es là tu me manques
I should've danced with you
What kind of man would I then be ?
O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D
So I'mma stand up, I'mma hold in my corner
However many hours it takes me
O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D
I should've danced with you
Le cœur veut rien savoir, alors on le supplie
L'amour on n'le fait pas, l'amour on le subit
T'es vraiment qu'une p'tite conne, tu dis qu'j'les séduis toutes
Quand t'es pas là j'suis un junkie, j'attend qu'les aiguilles tournent
Ton absence est la pire des présences, un avenir déplaisant
Une dépression qui s'abat sur notre navire de plaisance
Complètement déboussolé, Est-Ouest, Nord-Sud
Croquer la vie à pleine dent, condamné à une mort sûre
Sans ton reflet dans mes yeux ma vie ne ressemble à rien
Passion secrète pareille à une nuit de noce sans mariage
Se faire des marques et des frissons qui font saigner la lèvre
On se fait du mal mais tes cris n'sont pas des appels à l'aide
T'es plus connue qu'moi t'es folle tu m'demande si j'fais ça pour briller
Je n'sais pas pourquoi les hommes détruisent tout ce qu'ils veulent s’approprier
J'pourrais t'offrir des fleurs mais les tiges seraient déjà mortes
Tu commences ta petite crise, le litige c'est ton déshonneur :
"Comment oses-tu mettre des bribes de notre histoire dans tes ceaux-mor ?"
Chérie chaque fois que j'écris c'est des crimes que je désamorce
Ouais, t'as les yeux revolver, le sourire désarmant
J'avais aucune chance
I should've danced with you
What kind of man would I then be ?
O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D
So I'mma stand up, I'mma hold in my corner
However many hours it takes me
O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D, O.D
I should've danced with you |
party | Heard she got a thing for them niggas with that money
Heard she running game so you better see it coming
And I heard she changed her name, got in some trouble
Now she running from her problem
Like a running-back, you know I'm coming for that money
Now let's party, we gonna get it started
Too much money in my wallet, I can't even count it
Heard that she want that molly, look what they done started
Told her ride me like a Harley, fuck it, a Ducati, Kawasaki
She been watching since she heard my song drop
Work at fire, call her butter cause she popcorn popping
Silverado hard like a rock, that girl solid
All my niggas hard from the block masked up, robbing
Tell them folks cause I'm teasing we could make news
For them niggas who wanna be me, one of me and one of you
Let that ho stay for the weekend, do whatever she wanna do
Now her friend wanna sleep in and that's cool long as we got room, no proof
They heard I got juice, how can I lose?
If everybody against you pass the test cause I cheated when I needed
I was bucking on police, relationships with all my teachers
I heard they leasing all them cars, they be driving around for no reason
On my block, they don't fight and if the boss retired everybody unemployed
Can't run from no nigga, world say she a gold digger
Heard she got a thing for them niggas with that money
Heard she running game so you better see it coming
And I heard she changed her name, got in some trouble
Now she running from her problem
Like a running-back, you know I'm coming for that money
Let's have a party
(I got bitches, I got liquor)
Let's have a party
(I got weed, I got swishers)
Let's have a party
(Molly for the bitches)
Oh, let's have a party
(Invitation, come and kick it) Oh
She be wilding at my parties, she invited
At first she quiet, turn down for what she still excited
I'm gonna hit you with this wood, baby, you gonna call me tiger
Heard they snitching in the hood, protective custody ain't silent
And he riding cause his partner ain't his partner
He wanna stay
Cause he asking where his Oscar
He had that bake and you homeboy fake
And it's a lot of
Bullshit in that discovery pack
Don't wear clothes, I'm Louis town where the judge at
Now the party crazy, I got pills, you want X
You know my neighbors hating, party look like project X
And I told that ho to take off, she talking about a check
No disrespect but that bitch in this shit for the check
Heard she got a thing for them niggas with that money
Heard she running game so you better see it coming
And I heard she changed her name, got in some trouble
Now she running from her problem
Like a running-back, you know I'm coming for that money
Let's have a party
(I got bitches, I got liquor)
Let's have a party
(I got weed, I got swishers)
Let's have a party
(Molly for the bitches)
Oh, let's have a party
(Invitation, come and kick it) Oh
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
Oh, Let's have a party
Oh, Let's have a.. |
dominant species | Yo, in a hundred years from now
Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead
So it's inconsequential really, all the shit that you talk
All the bullshit that you stand for
It's more important what, what you're ready to build
What you're ready to pass down to your children
What you're ready to create
You better fuckin' remember that
When you challenge a motherfucker like me
Remember, I'm the dominant species
I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic
The government is psychotically racist and robotic
The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic
Neurotic conspiracy theory becomes reality
Life is war, and every day's a battle to me
I'm on the brink of insanity
Between extreme intelligence and split personalities
But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity
Revolutionary conceptuality spittin' out of me
Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me
Stupidity's not allowed by me, ‘cause I don't got time to play
I'm the black hole lyricist that'll take your shine away
Darkness at any time of day
I'm the Technique and you're nobody so what you tryna say?
Stellar density becomes your physical alignment
1.8 billion tons per square inch confinement
I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet
Yo, yo, lyrically I'm infinite, like possibilities
But you don't have the capability, like infertility
‘Cause opening your mouth to question my validity
Is like tryin' to contradict the theory of relativity
What I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery
My enemies are obsessed with me, like the bitch in Misery
But break out, like a father runnin' from responsibility
Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility
I balance humility, with brutal instinct
I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync
And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car
I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars
La Brea Tar Pit thick, so don't ever talk shit
And remember somethin', nigga, while you rave and rant
A roach can live for nine days without its head, but you can't
I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet
I'm explicit like video tapes of conjugal visits
Some niggas are too stupid to understand it, like astrophysics
Technique is exquisite, I'll make your thoughts a victory
Get pessimistic with the quickness
If you think that I will just become another statistic
With anything but success when I bless the mic as I spit this
Specifically prolific with Kaprosi’s sarcoma coma type sickness
My style is like a ten-year-old child with a slit wrist
Too much reality for the fuckin' hit list
I got a Black Panther mentality with a spic fist
So you can get dissed, even if you're locally gold
Vocally bold, or globally, multi-platinum sold
I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and ready to kill
Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm givin' you chills
I drop knowledge while these motherfuckers clumsily spill
And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced
Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge
I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet |
birds in the trap short film | I was walking down the street and as I look up I see these two clowns doing absolutely nothing gettin' on everybody fuckin' nerves anyway I see this one car coming down the street
Acting all crazy and everything
Travis playing piano
"Sweet Sweet" playing in background
Woman
Travis I'm ready to go
Travis I'm ready to go
Travis I said I'm ready to go
Travis bumps into partygoer
Knocking his to the floor
Travis
Damn my nigga? what the fuck is wrong with my shit bro
C'mon, How you gon fix that shit bro
Travis
Fix what my nigga
Check this out my nigga
Travis
Shut up nigga that was fucking alcohol it ain't wasn't even fucking drank, alright nigga, whatever nigga, haha (tss)
Travis Exiting
Waddup boy, Waddup nigga
Woman
I don't see why every time we go somewhere you have to go and start something with somebody
Travis
Start what? I ain't start nothin'
Woman
Why did you just try to fight him
Travis
That nigga trippin', trippin' over nothing
Woman
No I'm not you need to relax
Travis
Him and you trippin' over nothin'
Oh for real
Travis
Man shut up and get in the whip
Woman
Don't tell me to shut up
Travis
Fuck up
Bitch
Woman
Excuse me, Repeat yourself?
Travis
BITCHIN!
Woman
What is your problem?
I don't understand why, how you think you can walk around and treat people however you wanna treat em
Travis
Shut Up, Jeez
Woman
That's your ego, and your ego's going to get you in trouble
Travis
Trouble nigga, I am trouble nigga
Woman
You don't know how to treat anyone
You don't know how to treat me
You don't treat yourself well
Travis
Treat yourself well, fuck is you talkin' bout
Woman
You treat yourself well? Maybe if you cared about yourself you would watch your actions, you know what, if you don't want me to worry about you, if you don't worry about you
I'm not gonna worry about you, let me out of the car
Travis
What?
Woman
Pull over and let me out of the car
Man get fuck out, fuck out man
Woman
I swear to god I can't stand you
Travis
Whatever, close the door nigga
"sweet sweet" starts playing on the radio
Okay, I got it, copy
20/20, but I can't see nobody
One eye open, Illuminati
Oh shit yo waddup though
Get money
Waddup my nigga
See you got your little broads leaving pocketbooks and junk
Man hell yeah, I had to drop a bitch off there dog
She trippin' bout some stupid ass shit (again?)
Hell yeah always trippin'
You know that bitch crazy
I guess that's what they do
Man we at the spot I'm at a little table, I'm dippin' out
I bumped into a nigga and he start trippin' know what I'm sayin
Actin' like he startin' somethin' at the motherfuckin' spot
(straight up?) hell yeah, with some alcohol wasn't no fuckin' drank nigga must not know, you know me
Officer pulls up next to Travis
Slow down your vehicle your going too fast
Travis
Yes Sir
Person 2
Always messing with somebody man (always)
What's been good though nothin' to it but gettin' this paper
We bout to get it in a little later man got the hook up
Definitely get a couple little bags and a couple broads
(approaching homeless person on bike) oh shit
Freind #2What the fuck?
Travis
Stay out the motherfuckin' road It's called a sidewalk nigga
(stupid ass)
Person 2
Shit mane I'm bout to serve him too (haha)
Travis
You stupid, this it right up here?
Person 2
Yeah this lil bridge
I'll meet you up later, I'll have a couple bags
Don't forget the blunts
Travis
Already
Travis gets a hotdog from hotdog stand, drives off and
Gets in a car accident
Playing instrumental to "the ends"
Travis: Spoken
Dimness, my old brother
I can feel whispers flying over endless rain of meaningless chaos
Reality always exceed fiction
I can see an unborn generation
I can hear within the silence and see within the nothingness
Flashing neon lights trying to disturb and throw off my fucking judgment
Past, present, and future all melted in a nonending circle
Hear my words of temptation and redemption
They made me believe I could escape
Remember this shit, remember me, the one who die here
It's time to live
Playing "coordinate"
Travis steps off the roof of an abandoned building to be found on the ground of an abandoned construction site
Playing "way back"
Playing "the ends" |
independent women part 1 | Lucy Liu
With my girl, Drew
Cameron D. and Destiny
Charlie's Angels, come on
Uh, uh, uh
Question, tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your celly when I'm feelin lonely
When it's all over, please get up and leave
Question, tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me, boy, you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh, and I pay my own bills
Always 50-50 in relationships
The shoes on my feet, I bought it
The clothes I'm wearing, I bought it
The rock I'm rocking, I bought it
'Cause I depend on me if I want it
The watch I'm wearing, I bought it
The house I live in, I bought it
The car I'm driving, I've bought it
I depend on me (I depend on me)
All the women, who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys, who making money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas, who profit dollars
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies, who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Tell me how you feel about this
Do what I want, live how I wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain't easy being independent
Question, how'd you like this knowledge that I brought?
Bragging on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you're gonna brag, make sure it's your money you flaunt
Depend on no one else to give you what you want
The shoes on my feet, I bought it
The clothes I'm wearing, I bought it
The rock I'm rocking, I bought it
'Cause I depend on me if I want it
The watch I'm wearing, I bought it
The house I live in, I bought it
The car I'm driving, I've bought it
I depend on me (I depend on me)
All the women, who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys, who making money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas, who profit dollars
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies, who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Destiny's Child, wassup?
You in the house? Sure 'nuff
We'll break these people off, Angel style
Child of Destiny, independent beauty
No one else can scare me
Charlie's Angels, woah
All the women, who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys, who making money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas, who profit dollars
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies, who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?
Girl, I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that? |
flirt | Yeah
You ever have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have—been a statistic and demonstrated against
Wicked minds of the twisted bitches challengin' scrubs
I had a bitch expose me on MediaTakeOut
And after her 15 minutes of fame was up
She hit my phone back apologizin', askin', "Can we still fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me—I'm paid as hell
I got the game locked—arcades in jail
I wish my uncle wouldn't have died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do molly with a buzz and beat it
I'm 'bout to walk up in this restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin'? Guess you not—bitch, I'll call you
I find it hi-larious when bad-ass bitches try to get your attention
Be lookin' like fish out of water, it be for no (no) reason
A chick'll drop a pencil and go, "Oh, (oh) Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this shit to show (show) cleavage
Haha, why can't y'all just ask a nigga for his number like we do y'all?
I'll tell you, women don't know how to flirt
And the ones that's bad, they ain't even gotta work
That's real shit
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledgin', but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches can't flirt good for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it, (what?)
This is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to flirt ("That's right")
You know how I come in
Talk to 'em, Chainz!
Okay, came up the street like a ladder—Aladdin
I bust through the hole like McFadden on Madden
A matter of fact, that's a after effect
If the crime don't fit, then I'm takin' it back
Now, fuckin' on this bitch who wear eye contacts
And I pulled a bitch off of eye contact
And I had the racks since she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the nice racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match with the hat?
Or should I get the shoes that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it's for her man, ain't gotta be, they comin'
Had a lil' Uzi on me—DJ Drama
Never trust a bitch, and, yeah—I never will
Okay, sometimes—if she got sex appeal
I meant to say—I like to have sex and take some pills
I meant to say—I like to relax and make a mill'
I meant to say—I like to relax and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing, but I ain't talkin' grill
I ain't talkin' dinner, I ain't talkin' supper, this the bloodsucker
Met the bitch at FuddRucker off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the steel
Fucked in the Camry still, I shoulda passed on the real
Would have assist with her ass, I got more dimes than a pass
And if I knew your dude was crazy, I wouldn't have let me smash
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledgin', but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches can't flirt good for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me comin' out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it, (what?)
This is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don't know how to flirt ("That's right")
Yo, Chainz, Royce
Remember PRhyme 1?
Remember when I said, "Word? That's how you feel up on this track?
Let a bitch come and try to shit on that!"
Yeah, and on that note; move on to the next one!
Hahahahahahahahaha! |
in the pen dance | Scorpion tattoo covers his shoulder
Sting of the tail leaves you colder
4 in the morning with Folgers
I was raised to be a soldier
And it's because of the help from my dad
I used to hate him for the welts on my back
But I love you chores, sweep up the floors
Under the couch and behind the doors
He taught me to stand on my own two
My teacher said "Oh he's a fan of the old school?"
I said "Naw, he's the principal
And he ain't scared of bullets, he's invincible"
And he taught me to look in the eyes of every grown man
Not as if you owe him but as if you own him
6 o'clock in the morning, yawning
Cause real men don't sleep past dawn and we on it
Already doin' pushups in tank tops
Thanks Pops for everything I have and what I ain't got
When I blow up like atom bombs I'mma spit it at 'em dumb
Fifty mil just between dad and moms
This is just hard, how many gift cards did I give up just cause?
Not enough to match the plight of your own father sayin
"I gotta catch a flight, but you could tape it right?"
You could save money or you could save a life
You could blame mommy or you could make it right
Everything that you taught me, I noted
The things, I quoted but the music, I wrote it
All a man has in this world is his word
And all I really want is a second to be heard
And I'm just searching for a witness
But this is my in the pen dance, uh!
This is my in the pen dance, uh!
This is my in the pen dance, uh!
Welcome to in the pen dance, uh!
This is my in the pen dance
This is my in the pen dance, uh! |
gonna love me | And oh, you're gonna love me
You're gonna wanna hug me and squeeze me
Sometimes we say things that we really don't mean
We do things in between the lines
We should do more to stand out
I'm sorry if I made you feel less than who you are
A little insecure, oh, you's a shining star
I wanna spend my nights with you
My life with you, oh baby, babe
Please wait up for me 'til whenever I get home
I know that you're all alone
Thinking 'bout what you're gon' do
I hope that you see it through, ooh, ooh
And oh, you're gonna love me
You're gonna wanna hug me and squeeze me
Sometimes I don't think we really say enough
Why is it so hard to keep in touch
When we're laying right next to each other, baby
We shouldn't read into things so much
Overthinking understanding
Don't let a feeling change it up
I wanna spend my nights with you
My life with you, oh baby, babe
Please wait up for me 'til whenever I get home
I know that I'm all alone
Thinking 'bout what I'm gon' do
I hope that I see it through, ooh, ooh, yeah
And oh, you're gonna love me
You're gonna wanna hug me and squeeze me
And oh, you're gonna love me
You're gonna wanna hug me and squeeze me
And are you gonna love me? yeah
And are you gonna hold me? And squeeze me
Are you gonna love? And squeeze me
And oh, you're gonna love me
You're gonna wanna hug me
Are you gonna hold me?
And squeeze me, squeeze me
And oh, you're gonna love me
You're gonna wanna hug me
You're gonna wanna hold me
And squeeze me, and squeeze me |
athlete | I'm ballin' like a athlete, flooded AP on my wrist (Bling)
Callin' plays like Kobe, let my broski set the pick (Yeah)
I've been drippin' lately, I look like a walkin' lick
I got ice like hockey, when I skate I keep my stick
Bases loaded, got three bitches, every one of 'em I hit
Kickin' shit like soccer, give my jersey to the kids
I was posted in the trap like Shaq, controllin' all the mid
Hail Mary, every city we touchdown we gettin' lit
Ballin' just like Kyrie Irving, all I see is green
I feel like John Wall, I bought some Rollies for the team
Underdog like Mighty Ducks, I keep my stick on me
I got 40 pairs and they cost like a rack a piece
I gave my bro a ho, I call that shit a alley-oop
Assist and hit her friend, she got a fatty and she cute
I seen the one Cash got, now I want a Patty too
I'm smokin' on moon rock, pop a half a addy too
I got lots of rings, I feel like Jordan in his prime
If I lose then we all lose, I ain't never switchin' sides
I got so much drip, when I get dressed I can't decide
We don't fight no UFC, that choppa kick you in your side
I'm ballin' like a athlete, flooded AP on my wrist (Bling)
Callin' plays like Kobe, let my broski set the pick (Yeah)
I've been drippin' lately, I look like a walkin' lick
I got ice like hockey, when I skate I keep my stick
Bases loaded, got three bitches, every one of 'em I hit
Kickin' shit like soccer, give my jersey to the kids
I was posted in the trap like Shaq, controllin' all the mid
Hail Mary, every city we touchdown we gettin' lit
I deserve a trophy, hottest brown boy from the 6
Your girl a MVP, she gave me Becky in the lift
I'm ballin' but don't play no sports, don't wanna scuff my kicks
Prada should endorse me, I gave them a couple bricks
I ain't gotta copy none of these rappers in the D-league
You could dye your hair six times, I know you still wanna be me
My coupe look like it's from outer space, I feel like E.T
In my prime like Santana, diplomats on BET
I got lots of rings, I feel like Jordan in his prime
If I lose then we all lose, I ain't never switchin' sides
I got so much drip, when I get dressed I can't decide
We don't fight no UFC, that choppa kick you in your side
I'm ballin' like a athlete, flooded AP on my wrist (Bling)
Callin' plays like Kobe, let my broski set the pick (Yeah)
I've been drippin' lately, I look like a walkin' lick
I got ice like hockey, when I skate I keep my stick
Bases loaded, got three bitches, every one of 'em I hit
Kickin' shit like soccer, give my jersey to the kids
I was posted in the trap like Shaq, controllin' all the mid
Hail Mary, every city we touchdown we gettin' lit |
loving the alien | Watching them come and go
The Templars and the Saracens
They're travelling the holy land
Opening telegrams
Torture comes and torture goes
Knights who'd give you anything
They bear the cross of Coeur de Leon
Salvation for the mirror blind
But if you pray
All your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers, they break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
Thinking of a different time
Palestine a modern problem
Bounty and your wealth in land
Terror in a best laid plan
Watching them come and go
Tomorrows and the yesterdays
Christians and the unbelievers
Hanging by the cross and nail
But if you pray
All your sins are hooked upon the sky
Pray and the heathen lie will disappear
Prayers they hide the saddest view
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And your prayers, they break the sky in two
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
You pray til the break of dawn
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
And you’ll believe you’re loving the alien
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien)
(Believing the strangest things, loving the alien) |
embers | Sit and watch the embers, claw marks on the sleeve
I really don't want to leave, I really don't want to leave
I realize there are no answers to rid me of this cancer
Still I really gotta leave, see I really gotta leave
Float in a sea of emotions, taken over by fatigue
I told you I had to leave, I told you I had to leave
Hold my hand in heaven, count the heartbeats and count the seconds
I really don't want to leave, I really don't want to leave
Sit and watch the embers, claw marks on the sleeve
I really don't want to leave, I really don't want to leave
I realize there are no answers to rid me of this cancer
Still I really gotta leave, see I really gotta leave
Drown in a sea of emotions, taken over by fatigue
I told you I had to leave, I told you I had to leave
Hold my hand in heaven, count the heartbeats and count the seconds
I really don't want to leave, I really don't want to leave
I told you I had to leave
I told you I had to leave
I'm happy when I'm alone
Thank you ladies and gentlemen, bye |
solo dolo | Inspired by the lights I'm being patient with this shit
I'mma probably hit your city and rep Vegas all in that bitch
Look, ladies all on my dick
Throw that pussy just so I notice them, backstage and I'm on my shit
Them hoes seen the dough and they broke it in
I got bad shit on my mind, but I'm looking like I'm supposed to win
I did bad shit in my time, now I'm dealing with it as an older kid
I spit real shit for the real niggas, truth is they can't take this shit
These niggas try to take my soul, them niggas better know how to take a clip
I got guns all in my closet, attention all in these chapters
God all on my side, you can hear the shit in my laughter
With these little niggas that'll ride for me
Big homies that's guiding me
But God can't protect everything see this four-five on the side of me
See it's 2012 and my mind fucked, fucked around and got mindfucked
Rewind back smoke some tree and realize where y'all 'bout to wind up
Took the time now understand it's an understatement to underplan
Front ya man I say fuck a deal I got the skills I need a hundred grand
I'm starting my own shit boy, putting all of my niggas on, we in the zone
We traveling I got the whole world tryna sing along
Swagging out for y'all little niggas
Just to get to y'all little niggas
I pray to God that you pray to God
Stay in your lane and we good nigga
Money plus the pussy plus the pain
Equals pleasure, but the pleasure equals change
And when I tell a nigga that I'm growing that don't mean that I'm no lame
I just figured how to operate the game, can't trust 'em so I be riding
Solo Dolo(x3)
I can't trust 'em so I'm riding
Solo Dolo(x3)
I seen the hate when I seen the fame
Same niggas from my projects
I seen the lane and I mastered it
You fascinated by my progress
Boy I been on my P's and Q's
Believe in me you believe the truth
Momma ain't raised no ho nigga
But the streets had to show me how to speak the truth
Still walking that Wright Road, I Soul Searched and I found me
Lost some niggas, gained some niggas
But I'm proud of the niggas that surround me
Proud of the niggas that found me
Funk Volume all in ya face!
Flintstone better get gone, all about my chips cause I'm Vegas raised
See I got a little hate in my heart like I play in the dark
Kinda crazy but I'm playing it smart
Can't stunt so I came to talk, the sound of pissing an angel off
Ain't it hard, living the life, by the end of the night you'll be all alone
Came with niggas but them ain't the niggas that was with you when you first walked through that door |
after that | You heard me? (You heard me?)
Know what come after that M
Another M, nigga, a billion
808 Mafia
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at? (What's comin' after that?)
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that (Skrrt)
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that (Turn up, you gon' come after that)
Yeah, you took a few shots, but you know what come after that (You gon' come after that)
I smell that mula, that fetti, I'm coming after that (You gon' come after that)
Same for my Bimmer and Benz, see what come after that (You gon' come after that)
I'm living this life of sin, what's coming after that? (Woo, woo)
One whip whipped up (Skrrt)
Ten whips came after that (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Two bitches came up (Come here)
Seven bitches came after that (Turn up)
Rich niggas in this building (Yeah)
Rich niggas come after that (Big bands)
I know you had that bitch, but I'ma dog that pussy after that
Fuck nigga, say somethin'
When I step in, jackers come after that
White gold come after that (Wow)
Got Audemars coming after that (Wow)
Presidentials coming after that (Wow)
VVS's coming after that
Got so much money, almost gave myself a rack attack
OG coming after that (Woah)
Good kush, lean coming after that (Drank)
First class my flight, nigga (Flight)
You know what else coming after that
Private jets coming after that (Yee)
Rockstar my whole status (Hee)
Clearport, no TSA
Lil Mexico my juggin' place
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at? (What's comin' after that?)
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that (Skrrt)
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that (Turn up, you gon' come after that)
Yeah, you took a few shots, but you know what come after that (You gon' come after that)
I smell that mula, that fetti, I'm coming after that (You gon' come after that)
Same for my Bimmer and Benz, see what come after that (You gon' come after that)
I'm living this life of sin, what's coming after that? (Woo, woo)
Talk shit, get bapped for that
She suck my dick, we don't kiss after that
Got to watch my own back, fuck around and get stabbed in that
Hollygrove my habitat, wish I could bring Rabbit back
Hundred shots come after that, call a ho a ho and a rat a rat
I said a hundred shots come after that, it ain't looking good like cataracts
I'ma buy me a Cadillac 'cause I don't see where I'm lacking at
Them feds tryna throw me in the box, I'm like fuck that, throw Jack in that
I'ma get that pussy wet, her other nigga just dampen that
He buy shit, he pamper that
She tap out when I'm tapping that
Tryna get as high as me, nigga, then where the fuck is your scaffold at?
Niggas flip facts like acrobats
I click-clack, what comes after that? Tunechi
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at? (What's comin' after that?)
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that (Skrrt)
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that (Young Mula, baby)
Yeah, you took a few shots, but you know what come after that (You gon' come after that)
I smell that mula, that fetti, I'm coming after that (You gon' come after that)
Same for my Bimmer and Benz, see what come after that (You gon' come after that)
I'm living this life of sin, what's coming after that? (Woo, woo)
After that |
weak | Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
Turn the music up a little bit in my headphones, please
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
Yeah, that's more like it, uh
Mhm, yeah
Got my nigga Dre in here with me, my nigga YoYo in here with me
I'm 'bout to talk to the shawties though
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord
You an amazing lil broad
When you pass out wave and applaud, baby on call
Late at night spent on a beach
Hold hands and gaze at the stars, I play the guitar
When we fuck it's crazy, bizarre
She say I'm raising the bar
Her legs is ajar, her hair is a mess
She raising her arms, I stare at her breast, then I caress
And now she impressed, she say I'm the best, and I say I guess, and now she obsessed
And now she just text, with a request, to come be my guest, I said be my guest, have her W-E-A-K F-O-R W-E-E-K-S, I'm serious
I eat that pussy 'til she delirious, then she blow me like helium
Her tongue long, reptilian
Make love long, resilient, and then we spoon like cereal
And I came like four or five times, she just swallowed whole familia, and now I'm weak
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
(Yeah)
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
(Weak)
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
Yeah, I say girl I'm weak in the knees, I can't even feel 'em
W-E-A-K
What to do (weak)
All who's here, is you
Girl, where you going and where you coming from?
I could take you where you never been before
I make them hoes go back in they Pigeonhole
And turn the stress that you under into mistletoes
Girl you just perfect
And then we make a video, we sixty-nine on purpose
I mean it is what it is, and you get what you give, man
Don't you love reimbursements?
Girl it's just perfect
She dream about how good the dick is, and it's better in person
She said, it make her a better person
Even better, it make her a wetter person, rainy weather
I come first, she come last, and we came together
She said "ooh" I said "yes" like we sang together
Fuck her slow, fuck her fast, then I keep it mellow
She suck it slow, suck it fast, squeeze her cheeks together
Ooh, girl that got me so weak
Ooh, girl your body on fleek
I swear to god, your body should be illegal, and I'll catch the charge, hold up as I press record
I'm extra hard, you don't need no extra toys
It's Tunechi, bitch I'm freakazoid
That pussy I will destroy if it's hot pink and warm
I swear, I pinky swore, baby
Yeah
I say that pussy I will destroy if it's hot pink and warm
I swear, I pinky swore, baby
What to do (yeah)
All who's here, is you
I say now she weak in her knees, she can't even feel them
W-E-A-K
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak (yeah)
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
I say now she weak in her knees, she can't even feel them
W-E-A-K
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
(Weak)
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak
(Yeah)
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body on fleek, I swear to god
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body on fleek, I swear to God
Ooh girl, you got me so weak
Ooh girl, your body unique, Amen, yes Lord
You wanna
When you pass out, wave and applaud, baby on call
Your body should be illegal
I'll catch the charge, hold up as I press record
I'm extra hard, you don't need no extra toys
It's Tunechi, bitch I'm freakazoid, baby
Yeah
And you know that pussy girl, I will destroy if it's pink and warm
I swear, I pinky swore, baby
Yeah
Now you weak in the knees, you can't even feel them
W-E-A-K
I get so weak in the knees, I can hardly speak
I lose all control and something takes over me
(Mula)
In a daze and it's so amazing, it's not a phase
I want you to stay with me, by my side
I swallow my pride, your love is so sweet
It knocks me right off of my feet
Can't explain why your loving makes me weak |
money trees | Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish)
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? (ya bish)
Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive)
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish (ya bish)
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (like rappers do)
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (they wasn't cool)
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (tell my bros)
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on)
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish)
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (ya bish)
The only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind)
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (see dollar signs)
You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish (ya bish)
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (ya bish)
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew)
Go at a reverend for the revenue
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day
This-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's just how I feel
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (like rappers do)
Bump that new E-40 after school (way after school)
You know, “Big Ballin' With My Homies” (my homies)
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (thinkin' rational)
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (ya bish)
Another casualty at war, ya bish (ya bish)
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (my Tony head)
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (ya bish)
That Louis Burgers never be the same (won't be the same)
A Louis belt will never ease that pain (won't ease that pain)
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (that day is jerkin')
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin')
Gang signs out the window, ya bish (ya bish)
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (ya bish)
They say your hood is a pot of gold (a pot of gold)
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day
This-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's just how I feel
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
Imagine Rock up in them projects
Where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin'
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy just dome'd a nigga
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do
When you eatin' cheese from the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
Got that drum and I got them bands
Just like a parade, bish
Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do, tell the truth
This the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurkin', Blood
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs
But it's all good
Broken promises, steal your watch
And tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day
This-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel
K’s Mom: Kendrick, just bring my car back, man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. This man is on one, he feelin' good as a motherfucker. Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin', too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin' good. Look, listen to him!
K’s Dad: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’ fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’ fat ass
K’s Mom: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain’t even trippin' off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back!
K’s Dad: Did somebody say dominoes? |
u aint slime enough | I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, they caught it with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin' burnin' up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Outside lookin' in, there is no comparison (Mh-mhm)
You put them bitches in a line and I'll embarrass them (Mhm)
Magnificently written, all this shit that I be kickin' (Mhm)
Ain't no queens of the jungle, really all these bitches kittens (Meow)
Who they kiddin', they be smitten
Tell 'em bye and then good riddance (Good riddance!)
And they freestyles by? I can tell that shit good written (Slime, slatt slatt!)
Excuse me!
See we different, everybody out here braggin' 'bout their dough
But when it's time to spend that money, where that bread go? (Mhm)
I beat that shit like congo, I pass hoes Rondo (Slatt)
If I go inside that Louis purse, run hoe
Rousey I kick shit, with thousands money pilin' up (Slatt slatt slatt slatt)
Y'all be on that internet, but money is not dialin' up (Slatt slatt slatt slatt)
Your wild dreams ain't wild enough, so what you come at me for? (Slatt slatt slatt slatt)
I'll invade your lane, I suggest you take a detour (Woo, woo!)
And please check the decor, and y'all drinkin', we pour (Hey! Hey!)
Never say that we poor, y'all can act an ass
Bitch, I'm goin' Eeyore, is it just me or... these hoes need to level up? (Level up, bitch!)
Just bought a green Birkin, call her 7-Up (Slimey!)
Your reel isn't real enough, so tell me what you fishin' for
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain't slime enough (Mhm)
Yeah (Slatt slatt) yeah these niggas not slime enough (Slimey)
Yeah (Slatt slatt) yeah these bitches ain't slime enough (Mhm)
Yeah (Slatt slatt) yeah these niggas not slime enough (Slimey)
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, they caught it with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin' burnin' up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I scream, "Slime, slime, slime," they come in a rush (Slatt slatt slatt)
I got snakes tatted on me and my chains to my nuts (Slatt slatt slatt)
I slimed out my grandma (Slatt slatt slatt)
Diamonds on my Cartiers, I see farther than Farrakhan (Woo)
I know niggas gettin' extorted, like the common cold (Ooh, yeah)
I done ate cereal out a plate, I done ate cereal out a bowl (Ooh, yeah)
Niggas ain't slimey enough, niggas ain't grimy enough (Ooh, yeah)
I got black diamonds like my grandpa snuff
Way more money than you, ain't no sympathy, no (Ooh, yeah)
Niggas'll wipe your nose like you're sick, you know? (Ooh, yeah)
All my niggas shoot first like a damn intro (Ooh, yeah)
I get boxes of dough, Kimbo
You a slimey motherfucker Karlae, tell 'em the truth (Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)
You'll catch a body for me, motherfucker, tell 'em the truth (Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)
All of these thotties 'bout to think I'm super slimey for you (Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)
But you the hottest you lil motherfucka, that's my boo, yeah (Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain't slime enough (Mhm)
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough (Slimey)
Yeah, yeah these bitches ain't slime enough (Mhm)
Yeah, yeah these niggas not slime enough (Slimey)
I'll slime you out (Slime you out)
All these other bitches thirsty, they want clout (They want clout)
Dick in her mouth (Dick in your mouth)
I'm on her hip like a pouch (Pouch)
She like when I'm beat her down (Down)
Name ringin' bells in the town (Brrt)
I was just servin' them ounces (Ounces)
Now we poppin' them bottles
We all in the VIP and we standin' on couches (Couches)
Surrounded by nothin' but vultures (Vultures)
I gotta keep it in motion (Motion)
You see me, you know that I'm totin' (Totin')
Playin' 'bout none of my bros
And if I see you, I'm wipin' your nose
I slime you out, so I have you on this wing jet
I slime you out, and split it with the team, yeah
I slime you out, we pull up with the sting, yeah
I slime you out, they caught it with a machine, yeah
I slime you out, I slime you motherfuckers out
I slime you out, we comin' burnin' up your house
I slime you out, you can see it in my eyes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
corn on the curb | Everyday, bro, we've gotta stay battling
Gotta stay fighting, gotta stay striving
Gotta stay dreaming, gotta stay believing
Gotta stay scheming
Greeze!
My nigga Sucio Guapo in the building
Dex, greatness only
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by stars
Come chill with the constellation
Then she asked me what my real name was
And killed the conversation
Sometimes I've gotta scratch my head
Like big man ting on a level
Only my mum and dad call me Junior
What makes you so special?
No Rolex timepiece
No Hublot kettle
But still I know when it's time to jump in the car
Put the foot to the pedal like
Yeah, I don't care about VIP
I've got very important places to be
While I'm asleep, I'm making a beat
Girls in the house getting naked for me
What I'm tryna say is basically
Never get a joke man mistaken for me
Corn on the curb if a man diss me
My niggas got the biscuits in T
Santa Claus used to miss my house
So I decorated my own Christmas tree
Ring man's phone if he think's it's beef
What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" It's me
My niggas been on crime
Don't get it twisted cause I don't beef online
My niggas violent, my niggas loopy
Something you ain't seen on Vine
I don't want a like, I don't want a follow
Diss me today, link me tomorrow
I've got goons that can't leave the country
Above the law, under obbo
I know pain, I know sorrow
I know empty, I know hollow
I just flew my Gs out to Amsterdam
And I told them "thank me tomorrow"
Cuh man have been in the kitchen
Experimenting with the whipping
And you see, the road ting and the music ain't mixing
Would've thought man was playing baseball
Way man are outside pitching
Never been a punk, never been a victim
Wanna hate on me? Wanna hate on Storm?
Fuck that, let the kings in
I start ringing MCs
Go radio, I start swinging MCs
I was in the trenches, everyday grinding
You couldn't say a man weren't bringing MCs
I will pick up the phone, start ringing MCs
Bars inna my touch, bringing MCs
They know I've got Skeppy on my team
We were on road, living it, skilling MCs
Producers, plus we are living MCs
Bare vibes we have given MCs
I was there back in the day when it was garage
And them man said they wanna get rid of MCs
But them man couldn't get rid of MCs
Cause since then, we've become bigger MCs
Some MC Det
Skibadee, Baseman and Trigga MC
Yeah, us man are blazing powers
Them man are blazing Benson
My bredrin said it's his birthday
Took him onstage with Drake and Section
Hate my niggas cause every day, it's another great invention
Wanna talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out
Talk about shootout? Better be a shootout like a western
Cause I don't fear no man
Think you're a killer but your name ain't Cam
Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my span
Cause you might get shot on the road like 28 gram
And you know who I am
Shower man down like Fireman Sam
Drive to your ends on a two-year ban
With Solo in the transit van
Nah, you can't diss my mum
Shots start fly out and man get bun
Fling on my black garments and dun
Dry skin between my index finger and thumb
I hate man like a nun
That's why I wanna buy a haunted gun
Can't get killed before I get to see my son
Them tings can't run
They got me thirsty for blood again
They got me talking crud again
They got-
Yo, fam
Yo, Chip
Talk to me, man
Where are you, though? Who are you with?
I'm on my Js, blud
Sound, man. This ting has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam. I'm not gonna front, fam
Mad pressures from every angle, fam
Yeah?
It's come like I'm too ambitious to be with the mandem on the road but, I'm... like...
I can't be up there with them people either... you know what I'm saying?
I'm too black to be up there, you see what I'm saying, fam?
I don't know, I feel like... I feel like I'm in limbo, Chippy. I feel like I'm in limbo, fam
Fam, you're going mad, fam. I've been
I've been waiting to speak to you, fam
You're going way too mad, fam
Like what the fuck did you mean like you don't know why I mentioned your name, fam?
Like North London, fam
You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro
Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything else that is happening over here, fam
You get me?
That's a deeper calling, bro
Like them callings there, it's not everyone's phone that gets that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam?
Like super powers fam, super charged, bro
I hear that, fam
Like just being you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch
You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro
Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' like this happen before
Who's seen the country flip on its head like this, fam?
These youts don't know what's going on, fam
They ain't got a fucking clue, fam
Independent to the T, fam
Love, brudda, man
I needed that powers. Power up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud.
I needed them. The mission's deeper right now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm gonna shout you, man
What you saying though, everything good?
Blud, love you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. Man's doing what I gotta do, fam
You already know, bro. Powers. Powers |
success | "Your success took a shot at you. What are you going to do now? How are you gonna kill it? You're gonna become unsuccessful? Frank, you can be successful and have enemies, uh?
Be unsuccessful too, and even have friends."
I got these niggas, Breezy, don't worry about it
Let that bitch breathe!
I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success? It sucks, too much stress
I guess I blew up quick
'Cause friends I grew up with
See me as a premie, but I'm not, and my nuts big
I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious
My rep is impeccable; I'm not to be fucked with, with
Shit, let that bitch breathe!
I'm way too important to be talking about extorting
Asking me for a portion's like asking for a coffin
Broad daylight I'll off your on-switch
You're not too bright, goodnight, long kiss
Bye bye, my reply... "BLAH, BLAH"
Blast burner, then pass burner to Ty-Ty
Finish my breakfast, why?
I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry
Now where was I?
Let that bitch breathe!
I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more
Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss-poor
I'm pissed off, and this what success is all about?
A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths
All this stress, all I got is this big house
Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them shits out
All of this Ace of Spade I drink just to piss out
I mean, I like the taste, could've saved myself 6 hours
How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu?
Hold up, let me move my bowels
I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG, tell these boys
(Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga, aoww!)
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once
Niggas said Hova was over, such dummies
Even if I fell I'll land on a bunch of money
Y'all ain't got nothing for me
Nas, let that bitch breathe!
Success, McLaren, women staring
My villain appearance
Sacred blood of a king and my vein ain't spilling
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello
Camaro driven, I climax from paper
Then ask: "Why is life worth living?"
Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?
To receive's great, but I lust giving
The best jewelers wanna make my things
I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain
Niggas mentioned on One Love
Came home to the paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas; I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies wanna be my best friends
Best friends wanna be enemies like that's what's in
But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den
Take everybody's chips, 'bout to cash them in
Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much
Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch
Let this bitch breathe! (Ha heh)
Let this bitch breathe! |
big sean freestyles on flex freestyle 041 | Straight up
Look
The album droppin', they gettin' nervous
I cancel my Uber, it's time to lift the burden
Know if I take a pay cut that you gon' need a surgeon
I don't want the top spot, I deserve it
All I do is show love and it keep reversin'
Detroit, stand up, you know I'mma lead the resurgence
And prove so much my old shit sound like another person
You know how the story go
Never stuck to the script or storyboard
I just left a four o'clock appointment with the oracle
She told me I got more to go, her boss workin' like I'm fresh off the unemployment though
And I'm celebrating like they told me "You are not the father" live on the Maury Show
It ain't over till a nigga overdose
I heard your new shit and I fell asleep
And wasn't even sleepy, that's how I know it was weak
Look, respect someone who came from the D
Was able to eat, put his friends and fam on and we speak
Who inferred that anyone who skin color this deep
Who still hasn't peaked
Who gets better every verse and word that he speak
Sheesh
Flex let's go
Settin' the tone?
Yeah, we settin' the tone
You lettin' them know what it is?
Yes, sir
I Decided tonight
Look
I know 'Ye proud of me, he took me out of debt
I know Jay proud of me, he put this 'round my neck
And I might just kill ISIS with the same ice pick that I murder Donald Trump in the same night with
Lyrically I'm prepared for the worst
Spiritually I'm prepared for the best
But somehow I ended up in the middle
The exact place where me and destiny met
And I'm still findin' perfection in the imperfections
Tryna go the right way in life's intersection
You're now fuckin' with the most impressive
The most requested, you're witnessing the underdog's interception
And fourth quarter when you thought it was all over
I'm doin' the touchdown dance breakin' they hearts and records
And I probably wrote this shit down there in Austin, Texas
Livin' a life that'll turn my girl to a detective
I'm livin' a life that'll turn my dogs to some executives
I'm livin' a life that'll turn my dreams to some perspectives
Speaking of dreams, I got new dreams and new goals
My new vision is two-oh, by two-oh, that's 2020
Just tryna get that old money, young and find a loophole
and my dogs in a conference call that can use those
So we don't gotta look back like we missed that boat
I got old niggas dissing, ex-girls missin'
Tell me, when did life become a game of tic-tac-toe?
I'm celebrating everyday like I got misdiagnosed
With terminal cancer, but it was just that cold
Oh, shit
I keep it anchored for you, rain, sleet or thunderstorm
Loyalty nowadays rare as a unicorn
I dedicate this one to stories that never get told
Ones who been offered the world for they souls but never get sold
Those are million dollar offers but chose another road
'Cause you realize stayin' loyal to you is always worth more
If the sky falls, you know I pick it back up
In tune with the universe, like it's angels singing backup, man
Niggas ask me what's my backup plan
I look at 'em and say, "Does God have a backup plan?"
I'm sayin', look, I ain't God but I'm godlike
God don't like ugly, so I must one of the ones God like
'Cause I been at the right place at the wrong time
With the wrong people at the right place but still ended up here on time
Still ended up on time
Look, I guess it's hard not to get spotted when you livin' in the spotlight
I got my clique poppin', but I hardly live that pop life
Mighta popped a popstar, had paparazzi pop lights
But don't get it twisted, I'm in L.A. livin' that Pac life
In New York livin' that Big life
I'm in Detroit livin' that Don life
I left my last bitch and got my mom right
And I'm still carvin', killin' niggas, dearly departed
Workin' the game like a nigga blew in the cartridge
They know my name in Denver like I'm Eric Cartman
I put granny in the crib like I'm her father
All my neighbors went to Yale and Harvard
Captain of the squad forever startin'
Check the highlights, no yellow markers
I'm deadly switchin' Rollies onto ice like I'm cooking Crystal Light
My role model Walter White, my role model Walter White
Man fuck gettin' indicted, boy, riots gettin' incited
Black boy from that black , I'm just tryna bring light in
Young hero in my city: Teen Titan
The team the tightest, I touch her and she wet beside it
When I get inside it
But honestly, I can't get even too involved
Phone full of numbers, but ain't too many to call
Contacts on contacts, I hate we lost contact
I know I got more exes than a contract
But I wish it was you and me, remember when you were roofin' me
I wish there was one me for you, one for my family, I mean a group of me's
Goddamn, had to take a breather
Shit, can you believe it
Hold up, I ain't done my nigga
Need another?
No, hold up
Ha ha ha, yeah of course we here
Where else would we be at?
Okay, let's go
Okay
Shout out my nigga Esco
Yeah
Look, real ones
Look, all I ever did was figure it out
Back when a nigga used to have to live on the couch
And had to brainstorm this shit just to get through the drought
I strategized it in my head and started livin' it out
Man, these niggas want to purse what I do on the work
Drag my name through the mud without doing the dirt
I put your face on the shirt like I'm doin' your merch
You love to talk, I'm 'bout doin' it first
Look, I see no change, you can keep the refund
And all the reruns, I seen it all before
Man, I haven't been satisfied in a row
That's one time, two times, three times
From where there's more pieces than piece signs
And gang signs and street signs
Hard times, but you pay your fee to be a phenom
I pull up in a car so busted that I'm hidin' in it
Don't want that Kia even if LeBron is ridin' in it
Psh, I'm offended
Knowing soon as he leave that commercial he pullin' off in that Bentley
Feelin' like the ninth inning, got a home run hittin'
Stone cold spit it, I'm too in tune to be inconsistent
And I done been through the ups and downs
And stay down and waited for ups to come around
You woulda thought we robbed a bank how I'm tryna run the town
And how cops hunt us down as our time runnin' out
I pray that karma doesn't get confused with
Somebody who didn't put the hours and work in and who's useless
'Cause I'm God's MC, like Jesus produced it
It's time to make it work and not make excuses
What are you sayin', my man?
Askin' me about my own
What you tryna do what I do, boy, what, you want be my clone?
You ain't been through what I been through, you can't put that in songs
What you tryna prove me wrong like the banks that put mom on loans
You better watch up your tone, like you talk on the phone
I'm a like I'm sittin' on drones
Damn, look
I'm tryna take the greatest story never told and make it my own
Flex
I Decided out right now in this motherfucker
Man, I ain't slept in two-three days
I'm on beast mode
Whatever niggas say about me, fuck what you sayin' if it ain't love
All I do is live my life and love, show love
That's what you supposed to do
That's the way that Jesus do it
If you hatin' on me, fuck you
You know what I'm sayin'?
Flex in the buildin'
G.O.O.D. Music all day
Detroit all day
You see the chains? |
look | It's the fucking AAAAHHH!!!
Yell, I came too hard on it. I came way too hard on that. I'mma be scaring kids and shit. Lemme, lemme tone that down, I’m sorry
It's the fucking general, Vans, cut shorts
Neck covered in colored emeralds, the yellow by the blue
Look like I pissed inside your swimming pool, I'm Mr. Made-A-Bundle
Fuck being a rapper and lyrical, here's a ticket to carnival
Barnacles! Now, I gotta brag
Bimmer drive right bi you niggas like I was kinda fag
With a paint job that's flatter than Miley Cyrus' ass
Ludicrous niggas is hoping that rapper Tyler crash
I see a victim, call the fucking doctors
I'm starting to see symptoms, faggot getting sick again
Fucker get a syringe and a prayer from all your friends
That are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see blood
Cuz, red and blue like what the fuck's popping?
I'm the blackface with white America, a noose in my pocket
Everyone's dumb or either dead, so you do not have an option
So I'm sorry, Martian, and activist I'm 'bout to tie knots with
And ain't no one gon' stop shit, I'd rather find my pops
Locking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adopted
By chimps and a hippopotamus, Tyler's a fucking animal
When he spit, he goes ape shit, so it technically makes sense
Nobody ever told me that I spill more than I drink
I didn’t know that, I didn’t know that I didn’t know
Al-Anon meetings meeting and greeting boy fickle
Cucumber turn pickle, nigga, nickel by my cellular sickle
Exchange phrases from heroin addicts pistol arms
Niggas go to the drug dealer like Bristol farm, when it get it, it's gone
Seated next to Chunky's hands fidget marmoset monkeys
This ain’t where I’m supposed to be at, how am I supposed to react
When somebody here test my nervous, I’m clean and sober
And still got a lot on my mind that I’m getting over only getting older
Snow and slush is colder, love don’t get you on the bus
Free rides are in the Rover where teardrops wet on my shoulder
Started hitting bars whiskey style shit
You know a young nigga always finding new outlets
Mentally I’m just crowded, but shit I guess it’s time to change my outfit
Live from the gutter, young stunner trumps what you niggas blundered
I uppercut 'em by the bundle, nigga take a number
I'm bout my butter, never let them suckers take me under
Cold like I hate the summer? You ungrateful son of a bitch
I gave less a fuck and I struck it rich, suck my dick
Tell the world that I’m coming, don’t fucking spit
Bump your lips, guess you really ain’t sure who you fucking with
You won’t find me on no office shit I’m semi-auto off this shit
My whole approach is arsonic no party be cautious
With my partners on some raunchy shit, you better use your conscience quick
I swear my whole demeanor all fucked up
Shitting everywhere like I had a meal off the lunch truck
Dumb fuck come one one it and get your mug bucked
Love what? No love for these hoes we only love lust
Inhale that marijuana until my lungs bust
Still out for blood when the suns up
Fuck what you been talking 'bout, nigga, got a toddler reputation
Just from chalking out niggas and bagging 'em up
Dickies baggy, sagging off my ass, abandoned the cuffs
And Wang syndicates the color of the ambulance trucks
Blunt got a nigga feeling like I'm standing on my head
Wolf pack back up out the shed, foaming at the mouth
Got these bitches lip-locking, britches soggy on the couch
Talking shit, bringing profit in and bodies in to count
I told myself just to walk and let the rumours run
Blue golf overalls, jump when them Goombas come
This the fucking sound of chickens coming home and roosting up
The rudest one, make a nigga take a nigga jewels and run
Hand full of cash, other hand full of homes to feed
Who exactly am I supposed to please?
And nigga, who the fuck you supposed to be? Four-five traffic blasting
Tyler pissy cause I'm ashing on his momma Rover seat
Beeline to the substance, impair the judgment
Sticking to the script, thumb sticking to that pump grip
Wolf Gang nigga |
slow it down | Ace, the Creator
Hodgy Beats
OF (Drop it)
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
Hodgy Beats is like lip balm
If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam
And I'm going to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
Drop the drums
Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I'm never the winner, always the loser
I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
I never use a fork I always spoon her
Go nuts, instrumental flow much
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget
I'm mental, it's instrumental
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
Drop the drums
Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
Found Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless
Murdered every bod from my squad
So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so prestigious |
favorite one night stand | Can'ts and Do's
Sun rays in my rays
Sweatin' to my feet
Sippin on lean'
On the beach passin' other Bs
Still got my two con, color of Poupon
Baggy jean nigga
Got me raggin' like UConn
And the strippers no fruit, God
All my niggas
Celebrate with grey goose
With my Billy Mays crew
Cus we clean so smoove
We revved with tattoos
And some bitches so goose
Sayin' how they want it
Then they take us to they rooms
In they birthday suit
Take it all off
I dont wanna see you baby in those draws
We can make a movie (ohh)
We can rate it R
I can bring the camera
Baby you can be the star
Done
Follow the sound of Onra
Back to the party
Don't crash the car
We back to the jam
Back back to the jam
Our summer things comin'
Baby put away the cam
Our summer things comin'
She my number one fan
I never give a damn
But her ass too slamin'
And I just wanna hit it til' the snow hits the floor
Oh yeaa
Soakin' ova' before hand
You are my favorite one night stand
My favorite one night stand
You are my favorite one night stand
My favorite one night stand (ohh)
You are my favorite one night stand
..Talk to me baby, talk to me
The Weeknd
Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh
Ohhhh Ohh |
ex factor | Yo, y-yo, yo, y-yo
Yo, uh, yo, y-yo, yo, y-yo
It could all be so simple (Ba-ba-ba-baby, baby, baby)
But you'd rather make it hard (Huh, uh)
Loving you is like a battle (It's like a battle)
And we both end up with scars
Tell me who I have to be (Who I have to be)
To get some reciprocity
See, no one loves you more than me (More than me)
And no one ever will (No one ever will, yeah)
Is this just a silly game (Silly game)
That forces you to act this way? (To act this way)
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can't stay (Yeah)
Tell me, who I have to be (I know what we gotta do)
To get some reciprocity
See, no one loves you more than me
And no one ever will
No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't working, (It ain't working, no) It ain't working
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy (Oh, this is crazy, uh-huh)
I keep letting you back in (You back in)
How can I explain myself? (I don't understand why)
As painful as this thing has been
I just can't be with no one else
See I know what we've got to do (Yeah)
You let go (You let go), and I'll let go too (And I'll let go)
Cause no one's hurt me more than you (No one's hurt me more than you)
And no one ever will
No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't working (It ain't working), it ain't working (It ain't working)
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, (This is crazy) Oh, this is crazy (This is crazy)
(Care) Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
(There) There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
(Cry) Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
(Give) Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?
(Care) Care for me, care for me
You said you'd care for me
(There) There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
(Cry) Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
(Give) Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?
(Care) Care for me, care for me
You said you'd care for me
(There) There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
(Cry) Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
(Give) Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?
(Care) Care for me, care for me
You said you'd care for me
(There) There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
(Cry) Give to me, give to me
Why won't you live for me?
(Give) Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
(Care) Where?
(There) Where?
(Cry) Where were you
(Give) When I needed you?
(Care, there, cry, give)
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) Where were you
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) When I needed you?
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) Where were you?
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) You, you, you, you, you
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) You, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) Do, do, do, do, do, do
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da)
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da)
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da)
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da)
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da)
(Da, da, da, d-da, d-da) |
dirty boys | Something like tobacco road
Living on a lonely road
I will pull you out of there
We will go to Finchley fair
I will buy you feather hat
I will steal a cricket bat
Smash some windows, make a noise
We will run with dirty boys
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down and the die is cast
When the die is cast and you have no choice
We will run with dirty boys
We all gone mad
We all want you
Vinny and the boys, we all go through
You got to learn to hold your tongue
This ain't the moon this is burnin' sun
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down and the die is cast
When the die is cast and you have no choice
We will run with dirty boys |
paradice | Moolah babe
She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame
She would do anything she could to feel the flame
When everybody know your move and the things you pay
She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Yeahhh)
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
You know, this ain't paradise
He was a young boy in pursuit of money and fame
And he would do anything he could to kill the pain
When everybody know your moves, they speak of your name
And ohh, all over the late night local news I heard him scream
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Yeahhh)
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
You know, this ain't paradise
I say the sun don't shine forever (oh oh oh oh oh)
And everything that glitter ain't gold (ahhhhhhh)
I say love don't love forever (oh oh oh oh oh)
And everything that's new gets old (rahhhhh)
Sometimes we try to find the road to the riches
Need roadside assistance
Blisters on my knees, from beggin' for forgiveness
Ain't no dollars on my trees, but knowledge on my feet
Cause I been climbin' to the peak, and runnin' from the bullshit
I'm tired of playin' the same song, who told the DJ bring it back?
Dead Presidents, bullet in Abraham Lincoln hat
Starin' at big poster I swear that he be winkin' back
Cut school, sell crack, sorry I'm just thinkin' back
Call me crazy, I've been called worse
It's like I have it all, but what's it all worth?
Ha ha, I'm probably better in my afterlife
I should cherish life but this just ain't paradise
Oh no, this ain't paradise! Oh no, this ain't paradise!
Oh no, this ain't paradise! (Oh, ohh ohh ohh)
... this ain't paradise; no, this ain't paradise
This ain't paradiseeeeeeeee |