Affirmative Action - Lyrics - It Was Written - Nas

Title: Affirmative Action
Album: It Was Written
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Dave Atkinson, Anthony Cruz, Inga Marchand, Corey Mckay, Jean Claude Oliver, Samuwel Barnes, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you know I mean?

Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man
You know what I mean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggaz man

Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler

Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, Fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on
The couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us

Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends

Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just Wake
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate

And now the projects, is talkin' that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

"Life's a Bitch" but God forbid, the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin' Foxy at Demars
Movin' cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions

In the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin' hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jewel, sippin' Cristies
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy

The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half and half

Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight

We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another KI
The Firm baby, volume one, uhh

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Ain'T No Stoppin' This - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Ain'T No Stoppin' This
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tony Hester, M Smith, Robert Ervin, B Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

Newcomers, step on back and if you hid last summer
Catch a heart attack 'cause I'm back
I'm bad, you write rhymes made are blad
I'm mad 'cause they said I wasn't bad

No recognition 'cause they said I'm from the ghetto
Carryin' nine millimeters and stilettos
I guess I need a TV show to get mine
But I don't feel like kissin' no director's behind

That's too soft for L
I'ma write a rhyme fighter inside of the rebel 'Yell'
Hour jack loops and dancer troops
Watch out for the gangsta machine gun lose

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, no way, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this

Last year pop rappers got awards
And don't know a damn thing about a block party mic cord
They see LL, they know the brothers real
But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel

When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite
I gotta blow up more and more
Shakin' the rafters from here on after
Puttin' an end to all the laughter

There ain't no way they can win
With the band all in plus the turntable spin
Strip searchin' competition, you can call 'em competition
But there ain't no competition 'cause I'm on a mission

I'ma rip this game, I want the soul train families
And anybody with a name, superstars step aside this year
And all you other little crumbs that wanna try to come near
I'm sick and tired of political setbacks
Too much red tape the box so forget that

Ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this, ain't no stoppin' this
I'm comin', ain't no stoppin' this, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nuh uh, no, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no,
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, don't stop

Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?
Party people are you with me? Party people are you with me?

I started in the basement of my grandmother's house
My rap got gashed, your whole body's' gettin' doubts
Burnt to a crisp, lead from the mist
Third degree and God's my only witness

When I shocked the world, hold the prince hostage
For the diamonds and pearls Maker Mike will return
The time tellin' Madonna black love ain't a crime
I'm like a shogun, I ain't scared of no one
Born and raised in New York, that's where I come from

Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this
Ain't no stoppin' this, nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this
Nah, nah, ain't no stoppin' this, never, ever, no, ain't no stoppin' this

Yeah, I rip downtown, uptown
I love the way the bass sound, when I'm underground
Boulevard to boulevard, avenue to avenue, I'll be havin' you

Playin' a scene to a song so mean that'll get
Your whole car rockin' like a war machine
Neighbors downstairs call current affairs
'Cause the party got ripped and yours truly was there

Ain't no stoppin' this, 1984, ain't no stoppin' this
1985, ain't no stoppin' this, 1986, ain't no stoppin' this
1987, ain't no stoppin' this, 1988, ain't no stoppin' this
1989, ain't no stoppin' this, 1990, ain't no stoppin' this
91, ain't no stoppin' this, 92, what to do?
1993 and all that infinity, power of God rules

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Conscious Rapper - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Conscious Rapper
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Terry Aundriel

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Lyric:
You think this is easy right?
(Yeah)
You think this is easy right?
(That's easy)
You think you got what it takes?
(Yeah that's easy)
Huh, we gon' see, we gon' see right now
(Now what?)
Look

So you wanna be a conscious rapper
Can you handle the press and they negative chatter?
Can you eat cold platters and still spit data?
Watchin' others spit lies and they pockets get fatter

Can you climb up the ladder, and reach the top?
But it still doesn't matter, 'cause you ain't pop
Can you rock for the love of the art?
Can you drop hit after hit after hit and still don't chart?

Can you really stay loyal to God
When your life is full of strife, plus it always seems so hard
Can you handle the criticism
People holdin' you up to higher standards, but they don't live 'em

Can you hear these kiddy flows and laugh at it
But when you spit they callin' you arrogant?
You better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to pop your Cris', let's do it

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

To be a conscious rapper ain't a mystery
You gotta laugh when they call you contradictory
The whole industry, you gotta push and pull it
To really get with me, you gotta dodge they bullets

Blaow, blaow, blaow, every day and every way
You critics got somethin' to say
At the same time, you gotta uphold Christ
Uphold life, while others flash cars and ice

It could break you down, take you down, make you frown
It could actually shake your ground
But if you love who you are, and believe in that
Best believe you will be where the teacher's at

And where's that? in fact, in cold or heat
Yes, I declare victory over the streets
Overstand, over these beats, over the so-called elite
Over the strong, over the weak

I know how to speak, and most of all I know how to eat
I know I want humble and meek
So you better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to pop your Cris', uhh

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

Look, so you thinkin' about bein' a conscious MC
Well you gotta love God and you got to live free
You got to see the life that others can't see
You got to be the person that others can't be

You can't be a S-L-A, V-E
If you sayin' to yourself, "This may be me"
Then you know goin' in that you work against sin
Your very skills will kill the demons within

So don't expect respect from slaves and hoes
Nor the slavemaster's video shows
Nor the rap mags, you know how it go
Especially black mags, you know they don't know

Just go to the crowd that you know will need you
'Cause nothing compares to the respect of the people
That's what you look for, that's what you work with
'Cause anything else, is truly worthless

You better think about that before you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to just pop your Cris'
You better think about that, 'fore you rock to this
Sometimes it's easier to just pop your Cris', uhh

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

Think you can do what I do
Think you can step in my shoes
You have no clue what I go through
You never felt my pain
When they attack my name
All because I have spoken the truth

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Contribution - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: Contribution
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): Courtenay Henderson, Dante Givens, Lucas Mcfadden, Shafiq Husayn, Marc Stuart, Mark Ali Potsic, Charles L. Stewart

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo

{You're about to witness three of the most common tales
Of man, woman and human
The difference between the three is that there is no difference
Just other outcomes
Listen and witness the common tales}

Aye yo, my Momma and a nigga for life
Love, carousel, cuss, yell and fight
Seven nights a week
No respect when they speak
Disrespect between the sheets, the ends don't meet
No rice beans or meat
My Momma was the bread winner plus she had to cook us dinner
My Daddy was a full time sinner

Poppa was a stoner stay gone till November
Off of that, gawk that made emack
Like the Devil done took his soul and ain't given it back
Remember that, when you play for the bless
Speedy victory for the poor and the press
I can't stand the stress, it's test and time press
Up against my Momma and Daddy chest, I try to rest
With no stretch of the mind, I can't find no peace of mind
Within this family of mine, yo

She got chips and you don't, that's bottom line
Is this the way love goes? Hmm, let's rewind
You really ain't paid, you clockin' minimum wage
Now basically you a slave, your wife studies for days
No money for much, just movies and such
The way your two hands clutch, you know it's love not lust
Now she's sick of the bus and using you as a crutch
And on top of this stuff, she graduates in a month

Damn, her new job got her clocking the dough
Now she's buying new clothes, and takin' you to the show
You feeling like you a ho, not knowing which way to go
And ultimately you know, you ain't feeling her so
You need to get up, get out and get something
Your job ain't nothing, all these years you've just been frontin'
That's the way she played ya, the talked in rager went back
To your days of

But she always said I'm out husslin' for food, kitchen indeed
While this nigga spend his ends on booze, bitches and weed
I thought that we'd agree, with two kids to feed
That you would slow your own, but instead of switchin' your seed
You slapped me, you can't attack me thinkin' I'm be happy
In fact it's a packing and leave rapidly
After we witness, no love between parents
The father type that was once on the scene vanished

Supreme bamish, the couples that match these
Producin' generations of kids with latched keys
Her daughter learned from Momma how to reject men
Her son attracts women that don't respect men
And then one parental provided can be the plan
But no woman can truly teach a boy to be a man
That's why I'm always telling these many pals of mine
The most that you can spend on any child is time

Look, we don't have all the answers
We're victims also to the same situations
But man plans and the Lord plans
And the Lord is the best of planners
So what's your contribution to life?

Yo, either you a part of the problem or you a part of the solution
What's your contribution to life? Yo
So many people complain, always talk about change, yo
But what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it
Yo, what's your contribution to life?
Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait, yo
But what's your contribution to life? Yo
What's your contribution to life?

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Dangerous Grounds - Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Title: Dangerous Grounds
Album: Tical 2000 Judgementday
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Derrick Harris, Patrick Charles, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live motherfuckin' niggaz step up front right now
It's goin' down
One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin what?
Come on, come on, ha

Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief

And curse his first born, is this thing on?
Send 'em to the children of the corn, we the people
See, niggaz through the eye of the demon
My lethal injection, destroyin' evil
Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol
Aimin' at your brain tissue, do or die
Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"

Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
On the job like Dick Tracy
Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.
Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it
Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
In the rotten apple
I kick dirt on your sand castle
Check the flavor all natural

Beat your feet
Hot Nikk's son
Heat-mizer
Before you get the main course
Taste a appetizer

Submerged in the word
Heavy headed verbal that smack you
Mentally disturb you, attack you
Thirty six chamb' once again comin' at you
Young gun got the body snatch you observe
Wise words you can only see through the third
I fall way beyond the norm on the verb
Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
Track yellin' at me get yo arrow god

Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what
They all movin' targets Allah
Runnin' through your house and your block party, with rap shotty
And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards
Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly
Dumb deaf and blind is it
I kick the spine out the battery backs
Fuckin' with mine keep it movin'

Now everybody just throw your hands in the
What the fuck, fuck?
Peace, who this?

Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line
Deep Space Nine
Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse
Body-surf on the verse head first
Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat
And you spazzed out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace
Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid

50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer
40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander
Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate
Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate
Street politicians on a suicide mission
Crime vision finger itchin' from a scope view position

Dangerous ground
Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down

Keep your eyes open
Love potion number nine poetry in motion
Knowledge me the seventh sign
Scopin', connivin', infiltrate is most of mine
Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
Push and get shoved' what the fuck Gods' thinkin' of
Comin' in the club wit that screwface, actin' up
Is we men or mice, bad moon risin' we wild for the night
Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice 'cuz o
That's what happened when frontin' on the Shaol' borough

Island of Staten we in here no fear
Assault wit intent
To kill your whole regiment it's real
Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun
Tear apart son you don't want it then don't start none
Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly
Handle my B I camouflage like G.I.
Fat like Joe, a day in the life
Your money or your life that's the life
Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle
Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle

Dangerous ground
Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
Motherfucker

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Daydreaming - Lyrics - Blue Lines - Massive Attack

Title: Daydreaming
Album: Blue Lines
Artist: Massive Attack
Composer(s): Wally Badarou, Grantley Marshall, Robert Del Naja, Adrian Thaws, Andrew Vowles

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Lyric:
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming

Way that we say 'em in style that we raid 'em in
Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin
Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs
'Cause brother it's relative
The [unverified] is pickup all the lyrics on the dance floor
To raise your spirit level 'cause it demands more

Attitude is cool degrees below zero
Up against the wall behaving like De Niro
Tricky's performing taking his photo
Make him stand with a tan touch it like cocoa
Smooth keep it moving at the back now
Free as the needle that's moving through the track now

Hands keep the drummer's beats we need new sticks
Dance around the vibes like acoustics
No drugs or pharmaceuticals for the body ain't suitable
Stick with liquid me and trick we drop
The paper which you use my tongue to lick with

Trouble and strife ain't no sunshine in my life
Wise guys get protection when they carry a knife
They shouldn't have been born they're making me yawn
But I just take it easy it's a Sunday morning

So you come [unverified]
Together we'll grow forever watch my ak rig go
Because my ak rig goes boom boom
My ak rig goes boom

Yeah, rhymin' the jam and uh we got the stamina
'Cause you never know it's like we don't give a damn and uh
And it's [unverified] to keep your distance
Resist and the posse gets the pressure of this dance
The cool breeze that you welcome in the heat
You don't see it but you feel it when it's blowing on the street

If I was a rich man, da, da, dada
I quietly observe standing in my space
It's the devious days they call the rat race
It's a concrete jungle, evil in the town
Weebles, wobble, occasional squabble
But we're happy when the bomb drops down

Don't make sound
'Cause the dance floor's a desert
And the dancers are parched
Do a rain dance and you brace through a marsh

My heavy my brother get lighter than helium
Float above the world to break the tedium
Living in my headphones soul is what I say to 'em
The surreal boom of the budokan stadium

Well, I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Well, I'm tricky kid don't deal with sadness
Can't be with the one I love, I love the one that I miss
I'm very down to earth but brain sits on top floor
Don't need another lover just need, I'm insecure

The weather is a changin' the storms be shakin'
The love that you take is equal to the love you're makin'
Here comes the sun little darlin' here comes the sun
It's alright

Yes, tricky kid I check my situation
Naggy this maggy that maggy means inflation
Hip-hop you don't stop 'cause I'm not sloppy
I like the beat so we need another copy

We're natives of the massive territory and I'm proud
Getting peaceful in the desert that the glory and the crowd
The problem ain't a different kind of skin tricks
I love my neighbor and I [unverified] the Olympics
See you a hooligan you try to play the fool again

Caught you in the lost and found
When your posse weren't around
No crowd
So you're going for you tool again

Daydreaming
I quietly observe standing in my space
Daydreaming
Well, I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming

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Dayz Ahead - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Dayz Ahead
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
God core, urban inspirational
Holy hip hop
You know the type, all in your city
Word up

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The love I give to you, you give to me

Let's come together once and for all
Before our children cannot walk in the mall
Before we cannot talk or walk at all already aviation is stalled
Now everybody wants to drive, bringing our highways to a crawl

Just about three weeks on back
I was talking to a journalist about my album, the sneak attack
Now I know, why I felt that way
Why the cards God revealed to me was dealt that way

Be prepared for the unexpected, that was the theme
But if your booty's shaking, you can't know what that means
Look, we all, in the, same, game
It's that world bank game that got struck with two flame

But we, yes the people, are struck with true pain
'Coz the world Bank'll do the same under a new name
We gotta recognize the prize and the people at the door
No more lies, you can no longer ignore

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The respect I give to you, you give to me

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The respect I give to you, you give to me

I know
(Know what?)
I know
(What you know?)
What do I show?
(What you show?)
Captivating lyrical flow
(They don't play it on radio)

Yeah, but the spirit know
But only a few can hear it though
The metaphysical lyrical blow
The minute you're in it and hear it, yo

See the evil and clear it, yo
See that for as many that died there was twice as many miracles
Uh, so let the dead bury their dead
Life is but a dream and in the dream we gotta get ready for bed

Better we look ahead instead, to the ones that survived
Pray for them too, 'coz there grace of God kept them alive
Yes, we mourn for the dead and will still kill for them
But what about the injured that must still rebuild again?

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The love I give to you, you give to me

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The love I give to you, you give to me

To all the people, that never lost someone
Consider the cost of the loss of a lost daughter or son
These cowards slaughter and run
And to know that there's more than just one

Makes you wanna store up your gun
And withdraw all the funds, but

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victorya
The love I give to you, you give to me

I know that the dayz ahead are dark
But you can shine the light that's in your heart
You've gotta see yourself in victory
The respect I give to you, you give to me

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Bang - Lyrics - Doctor's Advocate - Game

Title: Bang
Album: Doctor's Advocate
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown, David Drew, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
J ***, what we do, what we do?
Look, ***, listen

You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ***, you better shake it off
What? Sh-sh-shake it off or get *** on

Gettin' my *** on, red strings on
Louis Vuitton kicks, Louis Vuitton frames on
Louis Vuitton belt holdin' the ***
You know who I am, *** I'm Mr. Westside

This West West or nothin', get your *** get your flag
Gangstas, we love to sag, we *** it back and ***
Like booyaka booyaka, we lay the party down
G-G-Game, Dogg Pound, everybody get down

Look, *** I nurture and breed
I ain't never gave a *** about a *** needs
And *** try to invade our town
I'ma lay 'em down, spray the *** and get out

Say goodbye to the '64, hello to the '6-trey
He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his *** face
Up, down, now watch my *** scrape
Daz call Snoop, I'ma *** walk to get Dre

And *** bounce back, heat on the track
Dribble *** like Wade and bounce like Shaq
Throw a *** in the pot and watch it bounce right back
Like that, like that? Like that

You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ***, you better shake it off
What? Sh-sh-shake it off or get *** on

We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic
When I did it, I must admit it, so *** go and rep it
Lil' homies around here constantly on smash mode
Lil' *** with *** that blowin' out your ***

How we give it, the culture that we live in
Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison
Real *** for life, the roots of the G tree
N.W.A., Dr. D R E

We not S T A R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
*** we put the whole car on the shoes
You don't wanna see my car on the news
I'll 'Set It Off' like Queen Latifah, red beam on the ***

Chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic
Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ***
It's hood, *** ready to get it, your *** can get it
'Cause I know she'll *** in less than a minute

Cuz, I'ma have to show him where the house at
Two milli *** situational attack
In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black
Like this and like that

Bang, broken like glass and plastic
Out on him with the mask and plastic
We got access to massive ***
Purchased last week, DPG, C

You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ***, you better shake it off
What? Sh-sh-shake it off or get *** on

Here come them outta town *** what up, ***?
What up, cuz? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was
Should I tell 'em, ***? Nah, *** 'em, loc
Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes

Dash, brake, bounce and scrape
Run up on the '64, see the ***
*** like Eazy, *** like Dre
*** like Snoop, *** in L.A.

*** like ***
From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoodie, get stripped in the club
Like a *** in the club, watch him strip in the club
You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club

No jewelry, you can't wear *** in the club
And that go for every *** in the club
So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club
Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs, remember that

You got them funny *** colors on, take it off
If you in the club with ice on, we takin' off
I thought you was a gangsta ***, you better shake it off
What? Sh-sh-shake it off or get *** on

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Favor For A Favor - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Favor For A Favor
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): B Jordan, Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
Yo Nas
I don't think they wanna fuck with this
Gangsta shit, for sure
(Danger, danger)

Check it out
It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough
Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports rally
Beatin' up the block, leavin' these motherfuckers shot
They ain't ready for the Nakamici
I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze

Now dey a motherfuckin' see me
They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York
Comin' Kama-kize, sparkin' this shit that keep me off the heezee
Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over
To scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black Range-Rover
Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for
Tell these niggaz why we here

Nuttin' but the New York to Texas connection
Nuttin' but some real shit, what y'all expected
Spaz out, some times dreamin', think I'm awoke
Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
That's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me

I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian
Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain
My, Houston niggaz, come through for niggaz
Scarface get a call and we shootin' niggaz
Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business
Tryin' to make future figures, we two are the illest, what?

You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)

You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at
So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin' cap
Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information
About that bitch and hit a nigga right back
'Cause when it come down to the come down
I'm a pull the motherfuckin' plug on him
Walk up to his face and then gone
Set a example, send these hoes a little message

They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it
Leaded, I pull these capers all the time
With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin' mind
Him and whoever standin' by, I'll tell these niggaz, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwin' up his own blood
With a slug in his motherfuckin' mug
I do this outta love, 'cause your money ain't no good here
Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor

You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)

A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose
To his wake we send a wreath that explodes
Beneath us sleep with the reaper, they sleep eyes closed
That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe
Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes
Attack them like Freddie, then we toastin' over spaghetti
I share withcha drama, you share with mine
That's how we killin' two birds at the same time

Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger
With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga
Either way the heat is grave, fuck with face we bring war
Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw
Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art
And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin'
'Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life
Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa

You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)

(A favor for a favor)
(A favor for a favor)
(A favor for a favor)

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Fire - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: Fire
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Nathaniel Glover, Justin Gregory Smith, Guy Todd Williams, Frank Ski, Melvin Glover, Eddie Morris, Trevor Smith, Robert Keith Wiggins, Al Jr Mclaran

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Lyric:
Let me just make this statement loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems with me over there, I ain't care
Some people see me creep, they mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink, I'm clipped inside, kids aight

Yes, y'all it's the one and only, what else?
And I came to have fun, here homey, what else?
And I came with a ton of money but
Don't get it twisted, the gun is on me now

This chick's with her man frontin' on me
I'll holla at her when she done with homey
'Cause, jump off, I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique

One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on with her jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains just the way I like

One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff 'bout cheatin'
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleepin'

'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks, here's new shit, playboy, I keep
Exclusives to make dudes see less units, c'mon

Can't stop won't stop, rock it to the rhythm
'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down
'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus
'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that

There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house
Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house
Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?

Guess who's coming? It be the God of the flows
It be the God of the spitting, it be the God of the blows
You'll be black and blue up your shit and probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes

Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle with Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo' skull

Hold up, see, I ain't finished with y'all before I diminish, let me handle
My business with y'all, watching you niggas
You shook, all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose, now ladies

My Maybach
Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat
Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at

Can't stop, won't stop, rock it to the rhythm
'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down
'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus
'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that

There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house
Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house
Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?

Let me just make this statement loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems with me over there, I ain't care
Some people see me creep they mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside, kids aight

Yes, yes, y'all who ain't believe me?
Don't be fooled, it ain't this easy
All, y'all so 'n so's shamed that cheesy
You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly

Who's flyin' rap? I, in fact, by myself
No one behind the attack
And fuck sound scan I ain't buying that
'Cause y'all sell 'em to the stores then buy 'em back

Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap
If the rest of what you provide is wack
I see creativity dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks

Now they do it all, you just applying the rap
Honestly now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole
The wacker the music, the bigger the ego

Fans left suffering, gasping
And it's embarrassing, jump off, I'm the aspirin
I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting
Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking

Can't stop, won't stop, rock it to the rhythm
'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down
'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus
'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that

There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house
Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house
Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?

Whoo
Whoo
Whoo
...

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From My Family To Yours - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: From My Family To Yours
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Roosevelt Harrell

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Lyric:
This be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop
We lost 2 ill niggaz BIG and 2Pac
This goes to all of us so peep the session from your nigga
You can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga
See you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall
Your life is how you living kid just give it your all

We strive to be the best that's what they taught us in the rhyme
Smoking weed and getting bent we've all been through hard times
Much respect to your hood love is love that's all good
The plan's to make you niggaz understand, understood
Yo here's the deal for real you can't get killed from entertaining
But that's all we know 'cause from the street we got the training

This be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
How hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours?
Instead of bringing troubles and senseless wars
You niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores
You talk of revolution but you're very much afraid
Take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid
Direct it to the world because we all need peace
We all livin' in the belly of the beast

Yo, now many lives are lost still to this day we ask the reason
All the suffering we've been through niggaz still is into squeezing
Mom dukes on welfare, ghetto love no more we share
You rising to the top but then get hit from the rear
One night up in the hood I found my own self thumpin'
'Cause niggaz out there they felt that I owed them something
Talk behind my back they don't attack that don't offend me

A 13-year old could just up, and end me
If he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand
Now does that make Shorty rock the man?
Not only in your hood but in my hood we lost 2 good fellaz
It's more than what they motherfuckers tell us
Now if a cop got shot someone's caught the same night
That's the bullshit you motherfuckin' right
So take heed to what I say, LB Fam pray in they own way
To the motherfuckin' day

This be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
How hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours?
Instead of bringing troubles and senseless wars
You niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores
You talk of revolution but you're very much afraid
Take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid
Direct it to the world because we all need peace
We all livin' in the belly of the beast

2 of the illest rap artists underground bodies slain
They both did they thing went platinum in the game
At home where I zone there's a TV I watch
BET, MTV, video, music box
It bugs me out for real I'm in the zone kid that's ill
It only goes to show up in the rap game it's real
It's just a little something on my mind how I feel
Now niggaz kick raps, and caps get peeled

Kid I thought we was rhymin' man fuck that actin' tough
Enough is enough let's dead that East and West stuff
I'm callin' niggaz bluff yo my rap game be tuff
Let's take it to the stage and let the lyric game buss
I'm tryin' to live a hundred plus in this crazy world
So hold down my fam, Queens, and my baby girl

Look here we tryin' to make it but they tryin' to hold us back
That's why I'm speakin' my opinion on this track
The media they tryin' to throw dirt in the game
But me and my family we found ways to explain
Throughout the pain I try to gain and keep the shit the same
It's quite strange how these cats keep playin' games

This be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
How hard is this to explain when it rains kid it pours?
Instead of bringing troubles and senseless wars
You niggaz need to expand, buy land, open stores
You talk of revolution but you're very much afraid
Take that chip off your shoulder let's all get paid
Direct it to the world because we all need peace
We all livin' in the belly of the beast

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Cherchez Laghost - Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

Title: Cherchez Laghost
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): August Darnell, S Jr Browder, L Parker

Lyric:
Tommy Mattola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love

Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I'll attack you all
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, Black African rose
Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W B's, stop
(Shake your body, body)
And cop a couple of these
(She's a hottie, hottie)

Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats
I know they are over

One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we're doin'
Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through them
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr. Bizerk, Bacardi lime
We passin' it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
Slim Doo-Doo makers stuffed inside pajamas

They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second, then hate you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, yeah
(Blow 'em down God)

Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne
(Yeah, aha)
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah
(Truly yours, peace boo)

Ghostface, Ghostface Killah
Ghostface, Ghostface Killah
Ghostface, Ghostface Killah
...

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Headsprung - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: Headsprung
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
They call me Big L'y, Big Silly
Big money, Big Billy
When I'm sliding in them all can ya hear me?
I be sexing with these bars so ya feel me
Let me grip it up for 'cause in the back
Let me grip it get a buzz in ya hat
I'm a tell ya how to cause an attack
Timbaland, ladies love on the track

Lovely get the ice, pop champagne
Don't forget I used to ride on the train
When I bump it right, call my name
Go crazy in the mall with James
Dump that, not ill like me
Bring the women in to chill for free
Let me tell ya girl, don't try me
You better have I.D. 'cause we be

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

Lord have mercy! If the broad is thirsty
I'll have her man reimburse me
The part that hurts me, is when they try to work me
But I could never let ya jerk me
Steady sticking to the wall, give it up
Sneaking through the back door live it up
Got the champagne, pour me a cup
Got the girls looking raw in the front

Got a call your man's in town
Tell the bar, another round
Got all my mans holding me down
Kinda thick ma, let's get down, so get wit it
I'm saying what time wanna dip wit it?
Got playas on the grind, wanna skip wit it
Backstage you mine, I'm a spit wit it, hey

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

Hey ladies! No need to get your hair done
I said, "Yo ladies!", no need to get your hair done
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I said, "Yo fellas", no need to throw them ones
I said, "Yo fellas", no need to throw them ones
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung
I'm a get your head sprung, I'm a get your head sprung

Hey, when we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

When we be up in the club
We be posting the back
When we be in the club
Girl always come to the back
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung
Everybody get a head sprung

Yeah, keep chillin' wit 'em
Yeah, keep chillin' wit 'em

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Diddy Rock - Lyrics - Press Play - Diddy

Title: Diddy Rock
Album: Press Play
Artist: Diddy
Composer(s): Rashawna Guy, Timothy Z Mosley, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Sean J Combs, Lloyd E Mathis, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Kristal O Oliver

Lyric:
You gon' believe me now though
Tryin' to get up in your mind
In your body, in your spirit, take your soul

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home
Baby, let me be your tour guide
I'm your burger, you my fries

Run through sets, come through sets
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I?m way too fresh, so complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next

Let?s get the party started
Far from a motherfuckin' starvin' artist
Got somethin' to prove? Don?t talk it, walk it
My niggas outside on them walkie talkies

Pop that trunk, pass that dutch
Let?s get crunk, baby, don?t play dumb
Baby, don?t say none, it?s on me
Louie 13 and the Cris on me

Dimes wall to wall in the V.I.P.
But age don?t mean a thing, I ain't chi Ali
I bring them out with no I.D.
The broads, they bring them out like I?m T.I.P.

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home
Baby, let me be your tour guide
I'm your burger, you my fries

Ready for action when I attack on the track
And I flat up a sac on strap in the Cadillac and the glove
Coup on me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York
And the queen of the Chi and I'm backin' her up

Flow be ugly but it?s a beautiful thing, aluminum rings
Get money like I?m movin' them thangs
I got connects in every section when I?m up in the hood
Chain looking so nasty, all the bitches goin' ughh

Heard they wanna get me but I got my guns cocked
I?m dirty ridin', 30 stuntin' cock like Yung Joc
I?m the talk of the town, lightin' up 50 rounds
Meet me in a circle, everybody, it?s goin' down

Give you Hypnotiq to get you erotic
And then I take you somewhere exotic
Where we can blow chronic
A full clip for a lil drama, you know I ain?t a hoe
Snatch your bitch, come here, lil' mama, you know you wanna go

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world

I'm from the city where nothin' pretty and everybody know
I spit a flow to get up with Diddy and now we finna blow
Niggas in the hood, show me love, I?m the girl
Pimp tight, let my mink game down to the floor

Pardon me if I gotta be a boss bitch
I don?t give a fuck what it cost, bitch
I floss big whips, I floss big chains
I talk big shit 'cause I'm off big thangs
Now what you wanna do? You betta not step
Now nigga move back, let me catch my breath

Bring it, bring it back to the floor, so sick with a ass so fat
It's Shawnna, Twist and Diddy with Timb on the track
You know it gotta be tint with 20's on the 'Llac
I see 'em lookin' at me like what?s up
But I was hit low in the cut

Come here, girl
Let me creep in your world
Let me see the backside of your moon
No Vickies, only La Perla

Let me take you to Indonesia
Where nobody can reach us
There's no need to take your phone
'Cause you far away from home

It feels like we flyin', right?
I ain't never felt like this before
I like this, do you like it? Let's go

Searching interplanetary
I just want to fuck a fairy
Fuck a frequent flier and fly
Watch the planets through your window

Would you let me touch the stars?
And introduce me to Jupiter and Mars
Take me up away so far

You P I D D Y
So I know you gonna keep me F L Y
Jump in your jet and your shit take me up high
Somewhere that's isolated, just you and I

Searching interplanetary
I just want to fuck a fairy
Fuck a frequent flier and fly
Watch the planets through your window

Would you let me touch the stars?
And introduce me to Jupiter and Mars
Take me up away so far

We interrupt this hot motherfuckin' album
That y'all are presently listenin' to
To hear a few words from our generous sponsor
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In Between - Lyrics - Demolition - Judas Priest

Title: In Between
Album: Demolition
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Raymond Tipton

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Lyric:
I am love, I am hate, I'm an atheist with faith
Went my anger with a smile, I'm polite or obscene
Either whisper or I scream, I'm not quite what I seem
What somewhere in between

I am young my own age, I am calm or in a rage
I'm your friend or enemy, a pacifist or at war
I am rich but I am poor, I'm all extremes
I'm nowhere in between

Wide awake or in a dream, nowhere in between
Like a pulse of a machine, I'm driven to extremes

I feel the turmoil boil in me
I'm either healthy or diseased
I am all extremes, but I'm still in between

Say right or say wrong, outcast yet I belong
I'm high or I'm dry say, I am weak yet I am strong

In between, in between

I am my alter ego, I am subconsciously
In depth but also shallow or somewhere in between

Oh! I know, I am always first in line or last
Swim with sharks or drown rats, I'll defend as I attack
My world and yours are not the same, I am in a different lane
I am not where I seem, but I'm somewhere in between

I seek revenge as I forgive, I die to live
Not afraid but scared to death, I don't fit in

In between all extremes
In between all extremes

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Find Out - Lyrics - Don Cartagena - Fat Joe

Title: Find Out
Album: Don Cartagena
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): M Williams, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Yeah yeah
Do you Don Cartagena solemnly swear to take this game of hip-hop
As your lawfully wedded wife through sickness and health
'Til death do you part?
I do
Aight then, you now may spit on the bride

I bet you thought I left you hangin', Joe Crack returns bangin'
With somethin' brand spankin', what the fuck was y'all thinkin'?
Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders
Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars

Fast cars and millimeters, gold cards and Visa's
Givin' nonbelievers ways to fly with Jesus
Here's my thesis, enterprise break the block to pieces
Hustler and hard pool shark like Jack Gleason

The only reason I came back was for the platinum
With raps, ten times more deadly than saccharin
MC's be actin', I think somebody needs to slap 'em
Run up on 'em attack 'em, and ask 'em what's his passion

My love is rockin' shows at the highest extremity
This star from Trinity got your mom sayin' she's feelin' me
Who's dealin' ki's, that's peace, get your cheese, [Incomprehensible]
Pump this masterpiece at the loudest degree

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Yo fuck movin' mountains, I move planets and you be Earthless
Terror Squad the worst that hurt shit, split you to verses
Joey Crack the world in half, Punisher punish 'em
'Til they lose the hopes and dreams
They had then Armageddon finish 'em

Yo I'm bout as braze as Satan, no exaggeratin'
My crew is radiatin', shinin' while you playa-hation
Cartagena hit 'em like the Red Army invasion
Operation lace 'em show 'em what they facin', what?

I've been down since the days of Flash
When it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash
Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation
You know the biggest asses in United Nations

Fuck the Federation, general population is hibernatin'
But bear witness to information that'll rock this nation
I'm not God, but indeed, my mind's relatin'
Better act now, before your life is wasted 'cause time is racin'

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out niggaz is noddin' out
Take some time out you wondered my whereabouts
The truth is I never left you, I kept my promise
Don Cartagena blessed you, now pay homage

Let me find out
Yeah, now do you hip-hop
Take Don Cartagena, as your lawfully wedded husband
Now by the power invested in me, by me
I pronounce you husband and wife

Joey Crack, A.K.A. Kaiser Soze
Heads beware, there's mad fear in the air
Joey Crack, A.K.A. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, knuckleheads beware
Joey Crack, A.K.A. Kaiser Soze
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air

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