Allow Them - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Allow Them
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Dicky Barrett, Joe Gittleman

Lyric:
Allow them, they just crawled out of the woodwork
The cockroach in the expensive suit and tie
Failure has far too many fathers
Succeed and you're an orphan 'til you die

Now then no one is saying they deserve it
What's more they've gotten more than they deserve

Allow them, they've got a pitch and a proposal
The runaround might be a better term for it
They think that they've got us at their disposal
Sit still, this wont hurt a bit

Now no one's saying they deserve it
What's more they've gotten more than they deserve
The day will come when there is nothing left to be afraid of
Allow them, they will destroy themselves if we allow them to

It's such a cold, cold whorey place
There's more than rats running in the race
And more than weasels calling in the plays
These are cold, cold whorey days

Deception is an ax they wield
There's wands to wave with every call they field
This is just not us at all
And if it is, we've dropped the ball

And we know who's not a carrier, they hide behind a barrier
That they'll destroy themselves somehow
It's up to us if we allow
They will destroy themselves if we allow them to

Allow them, they're setting it in motion
Unaware, unaware where they are heading to right now
Allow them, we'll wait for the commotion that's bound to come
Bound to come, bound to come if we allow

Now then, no one's saying they deserve it
What's more they've gotten more than they deserve
The day will come when there is nothing left to be afraid of
Allow them, they will destroy themselves if we allow them to

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Know Thy Self - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Know Thy Self
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
You ready to go? I'm ready to go
What about y'all, y'all ready to go?
Yeah aight yeah
I'm ready to go, look

Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
God is the mother, the father, the friend
Know ye not that ye must be born again?

What does it mean to be in the world but not of it
It means you want the cars the cash the jewels the house
But you don't love it, it means to taxes regulation state law you live
Above it, it means you a free hip hopper, you ain't nobody's puppet

You don't see no money on me, you see it up in the cupboard
You see me up in toys'r'us, with my seeds 'cause they love it
You see insurance flash out, if my kids pass out
You see seven acres of land where we can all spaz out

To all my fathers that fathered, hold your head up for starters
Teach your toddlers, not to be thieves and robbers
This that other kind of rap, that leads to true hip hop
There's other kinds of raps, but they lead you to get shot

The choice is yours, you gettin' older now
You got a kid comin', how you gonna hold it down?
It's one thing to be iced out and rocked up
What's the point if you're gettin' locked up?

Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
God is the mother, the father, the friend
Know ye not that ye must be born again?

It's really time we separate the young men from the big men
The young girls from the women, whatever the title that fit them
My style designed to open a child's mind when I spit them
I only got a little bit of time to really rhyme and uplift them

You see them brothers talkin' about that crime, forgive them
It won't be long before they words manifest and they live them
Sometimes you gotta go back to the beginnin' to learn
After fifteen years I'm just beginnin' to burn

To all my true hip hoppers, that pay bills and live proper
Never allow a negative thought to stop ya
Correct ya posture, stand upright not uptight
Don't be scared of the light, just prepare for the fight

We say, "Criminal minded", 'cause our thoughts are illegal
We represent the very thinkin' of, inner city people
Real people, people that take care of thyself
They need health, love, awareness and wealth

Not to mention, knowledge of God
Not college, the job then dead, if you agree nod your head
It's one thing to be iced out and rocked up
But what's the point if you're gettin' locked up?

Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
God is the mother, the father, the friend
Know ye not that ye must be born again?

C'mon c'mon yo, tonight is it
We gonna steal away together, through these rhymes I spit
When the student is ready, the teacher, shall appear
So I'm here, but are you really ready to face your fears?

Mo' money, mo' money, is that your credo?
You've been livin' in a dream world Neo, power to the people
Nobody's equal, everybody's diverse and different
My lyric'll never cheat you, my verse is gifted

So manifest what you believe is God Almighty
It could be Allah Jesus Krishna Buddha Aphrodite
It could be nefretire come hear me you never fear me
It's like at some point in your life you gonna have to hear me

I represent them teachers preachers comin' through your speaker
Manifestin' another lesson to them true believers
Instead of pickin' up our women ready to mistreat 'em
You better get yourself a wife and kid and never leave 'em

You better teach 'em you better read 'em you better feed 'em
The system will defeat 'em if you don't teach 'em the cops'll beat 'em
The style that I be kickin' quick is edutainment
Hip hop culture needed a teacher quick so I became it

Instead of rhymin' about my history and what I been through
I'd rather rhyme about awakening the God within you
Yo, it's one thing to be iced out and rocked up
But what's the point if you're gettin' locked up?

Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe and God
God is the mother, the father, the friend
Know ye not that ye must be born again?

Yeah, yeah, fresh, for two thousand and two
My sisters and brothers, my sisters and brothers
My sisters and brothers, my sisters and brothers

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Drive Slow (Remix) - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Drive Slow (Remix)
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Paul Wall, W Trotter, Leonard Harris, Thomas David Richardson, Kanye Omari West, Douglas Fraser Edwards

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Lyric:
Drive slow, homie, drive slow, homie
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'll leave me alone

Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from his Dayton's in his hand, keys in his hand
Reason again to let you know he's the man

Back when we rocked the 'Leases, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How he get the cash the day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin', 16, he was stuntin'

Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80
Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby

See back back then then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy

I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
They had they Lakers and Aurora's, we was hurtin' 'em all

With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved but dog
Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes homie
He told me, "Don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie"

Drive slow, homie, drive slow
You never know, homie about these hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

What it do, I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin'
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing
Them elbows pokin' wide on that Candy-lac
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxed

I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark

You see them 4's crawlin', you see them screens fallin'
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab

A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Ridin' some candy-coated crawlin' like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them 4's, I'm jammin' on that Screw
I'm lookin' for them hoes baby, what it do

Drive slow, homie
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
Drive slow, homie
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go

Drive slow, homie
Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
I got mo' TV's in here than where I live
That don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious

I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
I got the baller genetics baby this evidence
You see a player flickin' and how you ain't convinced
That you should go on and kiss it, just a lil' bit

I wearin' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canary's is gleamin', through my angel wings
They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green

My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow

Yeah, drive slow, homie, drive slow, homie
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie

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Drive Slow - Lyrics - Paul Wall

Title: Drive Slow
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Paul Wall, W Trotter, Leonard Harris, Thomas David Richardson, Kanye Omari West, Douglas Fraser Edwards

Lyric:
Drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie

You never know, homie
Might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes
And drive slow, homie

My homie Mali used to stay seventy 9th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock, so they'll leave me alone

Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand, keys in his hand
Reason again to let you know he's the man

Back when we rocked the 'Leases, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How he get the cash the day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin', 16, he was stuntin'

"Al be sure" nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway, goin' east-bound, 80
Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby

See back, back then, then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy

I used to love play my demo tape when the system yanked
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
They had the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all

With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved but dawg,
Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes, homie
He told me, "Don't rush to get grown, drive slow, homie"

Drive slow, homie
Drive slow
You never know, homie
About these hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes
And drive slow, homie

What it do, I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin'
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing
Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxed

I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark

You see them 4's crawlin', you see them screens fallin'
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab

A young Houston hard-hitter, all about the scrilla
Ridin' somethin' candy-coated, crawlin like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them 4's, I'm jammin' on that Screw
I'm lookin' for them hoes, baby, what it do

Drive slow, homie
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
Drive slow, homie
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go
Drive slow, homie
Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know

You never know, homie
Might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes
And drive slow, homie

My car's like the movie
My car's like the crib
I got mo TV's in here
Than where I live

And now I make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
I got the baller genetics, baby, this evidence

You see a player flickin' and how you ain't convinced
That you should go on and kiss it, '?Jst a lil' bit?
I wearin' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canary's is gleamin' through my angel wings

They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes

I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes
Lil' homie drive slow

Drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie

You never know, homie
Might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie

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Drive Slow - Lyrics - Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios - Kanye West

Title: Drive Slow
Album: Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Paul Wall, W Trotter, Leonard Harris, Thomas David Richardson, Kanye Omari West, Douglas Fraser Edwards

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Lyric:
Drive slow, homie, drive slow, homie
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'll leave me alone

Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from his Dayton's in his hand, keys in his hand
Reason again to let you know he's the man

Back when we rocked the 'Leases, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How he get the cash the day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin', 16, he was stuntin'

Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80
Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby

See back back then then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy

I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
They had they Lakers and Aurora's, we was hurtin' 'em all

With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved but dog
Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes homie
He told me, "Don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie"

Drive slow, homie, drive slow
You never know, homie about these hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

What it do, I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin'
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing
Them elbows pokin' wide on that Candy-lac
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxed

I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark

You see them 4's crawlin', you see them screens fallin'
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab

A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Ridin' some candy-coated crawlin' like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them 4's, I'm jammin' on that Screw
I'm lookin' for them hoes baby, what it do

Drive slow, homie
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
Drive slow, homie
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go

Drive slow, homie
Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
I got mo' TV's in here than where I live
That don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious

I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
I got the baller genetics baby this evidence
You see a player flickin' and how you ain't convinced
That you should go on and kiss it, just a lil' bit

I wearin' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canary's is gleamin', through my angel wings
They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green

My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow

Yeah, drive slow, homie, drive slow, homie
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie

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Handle The Vibe - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Handle The Vibe
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Toni Colandreo, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
(Clapping your hands)
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
(Clapping your hands)
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
(Clapping your hands)
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
(Clapping your hands)

As we ride
By the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe

Pedal to the medal we see blue light
They wanted to get rip fuckin' wit my sawed off
Polish it all down till it replenish
Soon as I'm finished my pistol get jealous especially 357 me punish you

Buck at me bangin' wit your magnum for
You crept and you came and shit changed
M 11's grenades and them AK-47's bang
Nigga what you sayin' you came and you went

Now bet on the real it's all the way to the bank and you think
Fin to get that gangster getting a demon you can conjure up and see
If we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus
He done creeping deep puttin' those to sleep
Till I raise up on my enemies

Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt and 400 years of oppression
Spread the message I ain't finished diminished you so called critics
And fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it
You fucked up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial

Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now
I got to kick it breakin' new ground wantin' my people to gather around
Remember the sound of the rounds came from my town
That only a bitch would bite that we can't allow

And they won't claim my style ready to beat you down
Hittin' them tombstones
(Sellin' volumes)
Getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli
Pinnin' my pistol steady ready
Buck them flames aim for the pressure point
And a point where I break your hand in nigga yeah

I beg your pardon my nigga but how do you know me
I roll in your city and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me
He put in your record and you was disrespecting off the T-O-P
Should've put him in his coffin now go seek 'em and found pow pow

Put him in the river now nigga who wild wild
What incredible style that's what you was thinkin'
When you tried to get it down
We see that you fuck with a daily crowd so nigga just turn your ass out

Whenever you ready to rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club
Ready to slang slugs nigga done got to drunk and forgot that we claim MO' nigga this shit is ridiculous
Just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us

Buck you to hell it was nigga you down with us
Nigga you scared when a St. Clair nigga bust
Aw Fuck left his guts in my trunk
Nigga tried a 211 fucked around got 187

Niggas wit heat who could it be nobody but them thugs with artillery
We come in peace nigga please freeze
Put 'em on they knees nigga don't even breathe and these
Are the warriors killas destroyin' ya you're gonna die

As we ride
By the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe

The hatin' season ceasing agree
Nigga let this be the reason
Niggas from Cleveland fin to get even
Steven stopping you bitches from breathing

Time is up you know you can't cop
That thugs who rap fin to put down payments
Criminal mind state of lyricist wanna test us nigga hear this
My niggas are down with the murder mo

Real thuggas and killas that claim
I'm ready to win it my nigga
Now bet it be ripped to the finish everyday be the same
But artillery shop stackin' bone got heat for Armageddon

Ready for the war all day want action playa hation steadily spray 'em
Hit 'em with the buck buck bang my nigga this shit don't stop
The government all on my dick wanna see little Lay Bone drop
You see the policeman they give me no break

Fin to rest in peace when they try to send me up state no thanks
I got mo money up outta the bank these niggas are stackin our rocks
Refuse the peace and nevertheless
Then you can roll with the bone so come on

When all goes down when all goes down you can count on me
'Cause I got Mo thugs Bone thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary
If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us
Follow me down these wicked streets I grew up on wanna sound like us

Ain't nothing to do we come for you kiss mommy bye bye you gone die
And I got heat for every heat you bring you shoot we shoot
Better watch out watch out for them thugsta thugsta niggas
Sneakin' up on you, I told you it's comin' Armageddon
(It's comin Armageddon)

New world order
(New world order)
If we get our shit together Bitches ain't nothin' we none
Make this shit on the streets for you to know to know
We gettin' our shit together
Better get your shit together 'cause when you go you go you go

As we ride
By the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe

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No Drama - Lyrics - Popstars - Eden'S Crush

Title: No Drama
Album: Popstars
Artist: Eden'S Crush
Composer(s): Kandi L Burress, Nicholas Loftin

Lyric:
I was sitting at home just so frustrated, aggravated
Wondering why I let people make me so crazy
Then I realized it's my fault by being around negativity
'Cuz I don't have to know them and they don't have to know me

Everytime I see you, you bring me bad news
I'ma let you know that you gotta go
If one day you call me then you go dog me
I'ma let you know that you gotta go

If there's something that we've talked 'bout
That you go run your mouth about
I'm gonna let you know
If you always bring me down then you gotta go

I wanna, no, I'm gonna live life with no drama
(No drama)
I wanna be happy and live life stress free
So I'm gonna live life with no drama
Not gonna let this world get the best of me
Best of me, best of me

There were people in my life I thought were cool, not true
'Cuz it seemed like they just wanted me to lose, they had issues
Then I realized they only hold me down if I allow them to
So to be happy I'll cut them loose if that's what I have to do

Everytime I see you, you bring me bad news
I'ma let you know that you gotta go
If one day you call me then you go dog me
I'ma let you know that you gotta go, go

If there's something that we've talked 'bout
That you go run your mouth about
I'm gonna let you know
If you always bring me down then you gotta go, go

I wanna, no, I'm gonna live life with no drama
I wanna be happy and live life stress free, yeah
So I'm gonna live life with no drama
Not gonna let this world get the best of me, best of me

I just want positive people in my life
Not negative energy hater types
Don't wanna see the type
That just might try to steal my sunshine
Oh, I just wanna keep enjoying life
And not let the good times pass me by
I'm gone try to live my life with no drama, no drama

I wanna, no, I'm gonna live life with no drama
I wanna be happy and live life stress free, yeah
So I'm gonna live life with no drama
Not gonna let this world get the best of me
Best of me, best of me

I wanna, no, I'm gonna live life with no drama
(I don't want no drama [Incomprehensible])
I wanna be happy and live life stress free
(I just wanna be happy)
So I'm gonna live life with no drama
(So if you makin' drama then maybe you're gonna)
Not gonna let this world get the best of me

I wanna, no, I'm gonna live life with no drama
I wanna be happy and live life stress free
So I'm gonna live life with no drama

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Down The Line Joint - Lyrics - Black Rob

Title: Down The Line Joint
Artist: Black Rob
Composer(s): S Combs, Mark Curry, Trevell Coleman, Jeremy A Graham, Mason Betha, Robert Ross

Lyric:
When night falls, that's when it all begins
Be prepared, we can allow no loose ends
I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms
This is no false alarm, they want to do us harm

Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down, then drag us out
It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation
Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing

Want twist us all in there black magic
[Unverified] suggest paper of wars and break havoc
Are you ready, don't sleep on them
Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy

Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy
Leave all the does behind that act iffy
We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat
Till the other side retreats under six feet beneath, c'mon

I told you that is a saw I wore
I'm a kill when the rebel yells song that don't stop
Till it's done, see I got guns and I'm sick
See how you said meet me here and I came quick

Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them, then straight disappear in the mist
[Unverified], won't cease to exist
I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss

A warrior waiting for Armageddon
I get serious as hell when I'm threatened
Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right

A rude awakening and but now I'm alert
And that's right down my line of work
The whole brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back
And watch how they all fall flat, ah

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you, I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Yo, you want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What's this, want to insult my family?
La familia, actin' like ones of us goin' to kill ya

I want ya'll dues, shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin' your food
Time up in the new, then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off
What, I didn't hear the news five slayin' the law
Man, how I don't want do these catz

I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me, I know killers from down south be
Who know and understand, there ain't a thing sweet about me
I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck

Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw
Go play 4-4's ready for war

All out, what, what, wanna blow, what, what
Teamsters what what, mother fucker
From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money
Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun' play

Mom's says makes you going to need that money one day
Bitch, I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway
Don't be fooled, still squeeze tools
Money like that, why the fuck I need school

M-A dollar sign E rules, hundred G jewels
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same catz say stay up, prey for my day up
No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up

If you got coke way up, got doe then pay up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
'Cause God forbid, you hit me in my ribs and I live
Comin' back and getting you and your kids

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Dom, dom, dom, thought I heard something
Last cat that I heard frontin', burned up herb huntin'
Word 'cause, my heard something, splurge something
Now I don't care who I hit, it's who I hit I knew I hit

Whom would understand though, we vandals and land roles
Program for our own channels and flannel, this man knew any clan
We're here for the catz in the minivan, got let this schemy plan
Pay me man, scan, sex, cars any money

Sex guard the money with this gun, it be hard to run me
Get it right, or get it tonight, better tonight
Set up your wife, with the head of the night
Don't fold cause my goals embedded with ice

To my tents dimming the light, I'm bendin' this mic
Lot of niggas don't comprehend
Lots niggas look sloppy when
They don't see me and I see them

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

Niggas gone fall out, they got us up against the wall
Here I call out, let it all out
With or without you I'm for war
Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh

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Self Destruct And Die - Lyrics - Dead Poetic

Title: Self Destruct And Die
Artist: Dead Poetic
Composer(s): John Brehm, Chad John Shellabarger, Zachary Aaron Miles, Brandon Travis Rike, Joshua Alan Shellabarger, Jesse Sprinkle, Dusty Redmon

Lyric:
I'm only patient enough
To please the masses for so long
My brittle arms cannot hold
Up all the walls in this falling tomb

I'm only caring enough
(Drowning in expectation)
To love oppressors for so long
Until I begin to crack
(I cannot disappoint them)
And the monster will soon come back

I've got to cut the tube that feeds
The undying need for this peace

I'll self-destruct and die
If you don't allow me breathing room
Save me from my phobia of failing you again
I'll self-destruct and die
From the strain of pleasing the masses
I'm the dying pacifist

I don't need you to stop
I only need you to understand
I dig this dagger myself
(And twist and turn until I'm numb)
And I'll continue until you end it

I've got to cut the tube that feeds
The undying need for this peace

I'll self-destruct and die
If you don't allow me breathing room
Save me from my phobia of failing you again
I'll self-destruct and die
From the strain of pleasing the masses
I'm the dying pacifist, I'm the dying pacifist

I'm addicted to being
Something they will look up to and
I'm begging for someone
Something to bring me back to you

I'll self-destruct and die
If you don't allow me breathing room
Save me from my phobia of failing you again

I'll self-destruct and die
If you don't allow me breathing room
Save me from my phobia of failing you again
I'll self-destruct and die
From the strain of pleasing the masses
I'm the dying pacifist, I'm the dying pacifist

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We Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

Title: We Don'T Give A Fuck
Album: Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): David Styles, Irv Gotti, Earl Simmons, Richard Wilson, Irving D. Lorenzo, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Uhh, used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, ?Ryde or die?, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me
Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me

Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, ?Ryde or die?, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me
Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me

When it rain, niggaz get wet, so stay dry
Don't cross me, I compete to snake eye
You just lost me, like yo' shadow in the dark
Fucked around and forced me to hit the shadow wit' the spark

Blew your shit apart, now it's two halves of one nigga
"Look at him," I said after a few laughs, "Dumb nigga"
Stupid is as stupid does, cocksucker
And look what being stupid does, get you shot sucker

I let you get too close and you bit me
I told you nah for too long, you tried to hit me
Thought you was wit' me
Well you might as well forget me, 'cause from this point on

It's war, it won't stop until one of us is gone
I'm still mad at myself for lettin' that shit go down
Somebody shoulda told me, I was fuckin' wit' a clown
And I think they found and let, you, nigga drown
You know how shit get around

Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, ?Ryde or die?, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me
Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me

Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, ?Ryde or die?, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me
Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me

Aiyyo, X fuck them niggaz, them niggaz ain't your dogs
Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor
Been seen the foul shit, put the guns in 'em
Lil' wannabe you's, so why you run wit' 'em?

You can't trust niggaz, no further than you can throw 'em
You don't wanna murder the niggaz, then you blow 'em
He usin' yo' style, that make him yo' child
Then he shouldn't make a move 'til he hear it from yo' mouth

We don't allow snakes, runnin' wit' dogs
Tell them ain't nuttin' like a funeral that's gonna be yours
Double-R, and I ain't here to start trouble God
But if they wasn't your niggaz I woulda been hit 'em hard

Niggaz look like they phony, sound like they phony
Run around actin' like motherfucker's homies
We all make mistakes, that's part of the breaks
But you can still call the apes, we bringin' the duct tape

And the broomstick, them bitch-ass niggaz is gettin' raped
Know how we ride, whoever on they side can die
And we ain't tryin' to be blind, fuck eye for eye
'Cause we only takin' yours, you know the doggs you motherfucker

Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, ?Ryde or die?, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me
Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me

Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, ?Ryde or die?, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me
Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me

There was always somethin' there, but I just couldn't touch it
Wasn't somethin' that would hurt me, so a nigga said, "Fuck it"
I let it slide, laughed and joked let it ride
Now that you done killed it, I?m glad that it died

It's aight, I know where you live, I'm just waitin'
'Til we knock on your front door, and let you meet Satan
That's what you get for hatin', fuck you faggot
I never did trust you faggot, I'll bust you faggot

What you done forgot about the streets is this:
You do a drimy nigga like you do a grimy bitch
You just S T O P fuckin wit' him, you got no more rap
No more, "Yo whassup D?", No more dap

Be lucky if I don't spit in your face, off of G.P.
And what? Bitch-ass nigga, you can't beat me
Don't take it as a loss, just take it as a lesson
Next time think twice, or get iced wit' the Wessun, nigga

Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, ?Ryde or die?, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me
Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me

Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, ?Ryde or die?, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ryde wit' me
Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit' me, c'mon

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The Next Voice You Hear - Lyrics - Love Is Strange - Jackson Browne

Title: The Next Voice You Hear
Album: Love Is Strange
Artist: Jackson Browne
Composer(s): Jackson Browne

Lyric:
Gather your deeds and your possessions
Whatever certainty you've known
Forget your heroes
You don't really need those last few lessons

Stand in the open
The next voice you hear will be your own

Well alright, they knew how they could hurt you
And you let them cut you to the bone
But God forbid
You allow them to rid you of your virtue

Forget their laughter
The next voice you hear will be your own

The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear will be your own

Throw down your truth and check your weapons
Don't look to see if you're alone
Just stand your ground
And don't turn around - whatever happens
Don't ask directions
The next voice you hear will be your own

The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear
The next voice you hear will be your own

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Shadowboxin' - Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Title: Shadowboxin'
Artist: The Genius Gza
Composer(s): G Grice, R Diggs

Lyric:
(Special technique)
Fuck that
(Special technique of shadowboxin')
God damn

(The GZA, god damn)
(The GZA, god damn)
Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Method, god damn)
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop

(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh)
Johnny Blaze
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze)
Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on

I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye seen it comin'
Before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten
Kids they smashin'

Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin', hmm
Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm
Talkin' out your asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy Afro

Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin'
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin'

Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya fuck ya

(Allow me to demonstrate)
That's right, you corny-ass
(The skill of Shaolin)
Rap motherfuckers
(The special technique)
Better go back and check
(Of shadowboxing)
Your fuckin' stacks
(Shadowboxin')
'Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough

I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled out, round em off to the nearest third

Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin' to orbit this corporate
Industry, but what them niggaz can't see
Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly

Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon

Set the lynchin', and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vaccum tubes compressions
'Cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session

When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotton-pickin', fuck
About a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own

Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son

Wu brother number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic

Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nut sack and spittin' lung-ghies

At a wack nigga dat, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down, all and together now
Things are getting good looking better now

(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)
(Sha-shadowboxin', the special technique of shadowboxin')
(Shadowboxin')
(Allow me to demonstrate)

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Don'T Let The Sun Go Down On Me - Lyrics - Gloria Estefan

Title: Don'T Let The Sun Go Down On Me
Artist: Gloria Estefan
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
I can't light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I'm growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life

Too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

I can't find, oh, the right romantic line
But see me once and see the way I feel
Don't discard me just because you think I mean you harm
But these cuts I have, they need love to help them heal

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
'Cause losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

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Dep - Child Of The Ghetto - Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G

Title: Dep - Child Of The Ghetto
Album: Child Of The Ghetto
Artist: G
Composer(s): Trevell Coleman, Eric Matlock, Derrick Trotman

Lyric:
Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, G. Dep

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
Rippin' it, runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me
Yo, yeah, uhh, yeah

I guess you niggaz told me right and exact
Shak, shak, right in his back
I might just crack while I'm writin this rap
From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack
I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal
I'm like Seagal with the steel but harder to kill
It's real, big beans up for lettin' me know
Fifteen bet and you blow, better get dough

Won't be a second we won't, they lettin' me go
Since pay's wisen your ways, allow me to grow
Aiyyo, swing, yeah, back to the scene
Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in between
Whole state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park jams, dark shams niggaz breakin' it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would lead us
But hey

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Rippin' it, runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin', they ain't who they claimin' to be
Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be crazy

I take you back to the scene of the stunt
Scene of that rhyme and you can think what you want
And if, and if you tell me you can get it from here
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air, yeah
Get us some gear to get us in here
Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem, citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are them

Take you back to the 80's around
Polo grounds, uptown, eight-eighty a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin' the rocks
Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth from the block
You dig me, movin' in tops and movin' these rocks
You get it, we movin' them blocks to move in them drops
Skiddin', I guess the niggaz told me right and exactly
When they said stop fightin' and stack it, get the money nigga

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Rippin' it, runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin', they ain't who they claimin' to be
Niggaz that know me, they told me the game it could be crazy

Eighty-one I had fun, eighty-two I was new
Eighty-three I did me, eighty-four I had grew
Eighty-five it got live, eighty-six in the mix
Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the whips
Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was flow

Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was dough
Ninety-three was the key, ninety-four was sure
Ninety-five took a dive, ninety-six I was poor
Ninety-seven did eleven, now I'm made out the gate
Ninety-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight
Shit, I thought I'd give housing a break
Sit back, countin' the cake and lounge in estates but yo

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Rippin' it, runnin' and gunnin' and aimin' for me
A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin', they ain't who they claimin' to be
Niggaz that know me, they told me the game it could be crazy

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin' the scripture, the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin', they ain't who they claimin' to be
Niggaz that know me, they told me the game it could be crazy

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Don´t Let The Sun Go Down On Me - Lyrics - Ladies And Gentlemen CD1 - For The Heart - George Michael

Title: Don´t Let The Sun Go Down On Me
Album: Ladies And Gentlemen CD1 - For The Heart
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
I can't light
No more of your darkness
All my pictures
Seem to fade to black and white

I'm growing tired
And time stands still before me
Frozen here
On the ladder of my life

It's much too late
To save myself from falling
I took a chance
And changed your way of life

But you misread
My meaning when I met you
Closed the door
And left me blind by the light

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

{Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Elton John!}

I can't find
Oh, the right romantic line
But see me once
And see the way I feel

Don't discard me, baby don't
Just because you think I mean you harm
Just because you think I mean you harm, oh
But these cuts I have, cuts I have
They need love, they need love, they need love to help them heal

Oh, don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free, oh
Cause' losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself it's always someone else that I see, yeah
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free baby, oh
Cause' losing everything is like the sun going down on me

{Mr. Elton John}

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Our Disintegration - Lyrics - It Dies Today

Title: Our Disintegration
Artist: It Dies Today
Composer(s): Nicholas Brooks, Christopher Cappelli, Michael Hatalak, Steven Lemke, Nicholas Mirusso

Lyric:
This sense of cynicism will eat me alive long before
The waking dead will ever get their chance
For I'd sooner litter the earth with our corpses
Then allow them to dine upon this flesh

I must convey
In this life nothing can last forever

Will you fly with me tonight?
I promise you towards the heavens
And as we gaze down from this midnight's sky
I'd laugh and say they almost seem to be so lucid

I must convey
In this life nothing can last forever
An amaranth shall mark our tombs
For this love's eternal

I beg of you my only saving grace
Please take my life tonight, let's disintegrate

I must convey
In this life nothing can last forever
An amaranth shall mark our tombs
For this love's eternal

This love, it is eternal
Even in death it will not fade

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Operation Rescue - Lyrics - Tested (Live) - Bad Religion

Title: Operation Rescue
Album: Tested (Live)
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Gregory W Graffin

Lyric:
It's an SOS, sent out telepathically
Signs of our distress, don't allow complacency
We need restoration now, of our integrity
And a drastic bold reminder, of our morality

The rectifyin' troop is here
The ones we needed all these years
To stop the heinous wrongdoings
And verify our moral benevolence as a people

Operation, operation rescue
They're here to right our fall
They've heard our troubled call

Operation, operation rescue
You wonder where they come from
But I just wonder why they're here at all

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
(Yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa, yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa)
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo
(Yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa, yaa yaa yaa yaa)

Life ever after is what they're in business for
See them brandish the key to our kingdoms' door
It's persuasive a part of, part of you and me
But not overwhelming as they wish it to be

If no one believed in Fairy tales
There's nothing they could do but fail
Yet everywhere we look someone is tryin' to
Reassure our moral Benevolence as a people

Operation, operation rescue
They're here to right our fall
They've heard someones troubled call

Operation, operation rescue
You wonder where they come from
But I just wonder what compels them all

Operation, operation rescue
Operation, operation rescue
You may wonder where they come from
But I just wonder what compels them all

Yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa, yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa
Yaa yaa yaa yaa yaa

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