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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Another Sound Mission - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: Another Sound Mission
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Talyor, Joey Chavez, Tavish Graham

Lyric:
Yo, yo, Joey, I bet you
Woe, like I get this shit in one take, yeah

When you rhyme all you do is add rock to the block
When I rhyme, I shine like Ad Rock when it drop
You go to the store and cop
'Cause it's time man, you ain't heard shit else this hot
I came prepared, not scared, can't a damn thing stop me

Next best thing in Philly since Rocky
L.A.'s first and Cali, they know where I be papi
Some cop's tryin' to flavor flav clock me
I got this, lock this in the pocket
Stick to the script, that's no main topic

Stay on the flip, creatin' my profit
And Capitol's money is capital, I'm rich off it
N.Y. diesel steam the room 'til we roll out
In D.C., 9:30 late show sold out
All said and done it's been more joy than pain

And all said and done I'd do this shit again
It's a new day of course, I can handle the fact
But still can't believe they droppin' sirens on that
So instead of talk shit, do nothin' and still listen
I'ma bang out myself, another sound mission

Evidence, got another sound mission

Yeah, started off caffeine, now it's cocaine
Speed, meth, amphetamine flow all day
The door's blocked, set up shop, closed session begins
Don't drop 'til the rhyme's locked in, here we go
Got Babu and Rakaa in my team approves

You know, ain't no stoppin' him
We like '88 Rakim, rockin them
We like 8.8, then after shockin' them
Steal the show, without a single stolen flow
I'm O.G. like Ice-T, man slow your roll

Got so many various pros
Different ones from different area codes
Right about now, I'm focused on my 3-1-oh's
And addin' three more oh's to any bill I hold
And any deal I close like just finished escrow

So now they quick to flock, 'cause they heard I got a home
But I ain't on star maps, 'cause the cat ain't really blown
But I'm, next to bat, so get ready for the storm
Can't beat 'em, join 'em that's a form of submission
So when I'm spittin', listen up, it's a sound mission

Make some noise, for one of the illest cats
On the microphone and the production boards, Evidence
Evidence, got another sound mission
World Famous Beat Junkies sound
Evidence, got another sound mission
Evidence, got another sound mission

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Brand New Beau - Lyrics - Amanda Marshall

Title: Brand New Beau
Artist: Amanda Marshall
Composer(s): Marvin Leonard, Amanda Marshall, Peter Asher, Billy Mann

Lyric:
I used to know that the world was round
(The world was round)
I relied on the speed of sound
(Speed of sound)

Gravity used to hold me down
(Hold me down)
But now, what can I believe in?
(What can I believe?)

You were the constant one true thing
(One true thing)
Made me sure of everything
(Everything)

I can't believe this is happening
You and your brand new beau
(I think it's time to go)

I was under the distinct impression
That we were swingin' in the same direction
But you've got a certain predilection
This truth is stranger than fiction

The way you touched me I had no suspicions
(The way you touch)
But evidently you've no inhibitions
(No, no, no)
Your body took you on a covert mission
Why am I the last to know?

I used to know that the world was round
(The world was round)
I relied on the speed of sound
(Speed of sound)

Gravity used to hold me down
(Hold me down)
But now, what can I believe in?
(What can I believe?)

You were the constant one true thing
(One true thing)
Made me sure of everything
(Everything)

I can't believe this is happening
You and your brand new beau
(I think it's time to go)

I walked in it was just around midnight
(Tick tock, tick tock)
It was snowing, so they canceled my flight
(We're sorry to announce)

Two empty glasses in the dim candlelight
I heard you mention my name
(Amanda)

And then I heard another voice that shocked me
He was saying, "Is the front door locked?"
He saw my face and then you tried to block me
My life won't ever be the same

I used to know that the world was round
(The world was round)
I relied on the speed of sound
(Speed of sound)

Gravity used to hold me down
(Hold me down)
But now, what can I believe in?
(What can I believe?)

You were the constant one true thing
(One true thing)
Made me sure of everything
(Everything)

I can't believe this is happening
You and your brand new beau
(I think it's time to go)

You could have offered me some dignity
And not pulled the rug out from under me
I thought I was your queen
I thought I was your queen
(Wasn't I, wasn't I?)

I used to know that the world was round
(The world was round)
I relied on the speed of sound
(Speed of sound)

Gravity used to hold me down
(Hold me down)
But now, what can I believe in?
(What can I believe?)

You were the constant one true thing
(One true thing)
Made me sure of everything
(Everything)

I can't believe this is happening
You and your brand new beau
(I think it's time to go)

I used to know that the world was round
(The world was round)
I relied on the speed of sound
(Speed of sound)

Gravity used to hold me down
(Hold me down)
But now, what can I believe in?
(What can I believe?)

You were the constant one true thing
(One true thing)
Made me sure of everything
(Everything)

I can't believe this is happening
You and your brand new beau
(I think it's time to go)

Amanda

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Alarm Clock Music - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: Alarm Clock Music
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Talyor, Brian Protheroe

Lyric:
Wake up, Dilated, Dilated
Y'all know what time it is, check the clock
'Cause this here's alarm clock music
The alarm clock music
The alarm clock music
Pressin' the button, they tryin' to snooze

Ring the alarm, shoot the flare, I'm here
Lay right there, you catch the Dana Dane "Nightmares"
They know it's caffeine, they try but can't sleep
They're hatin' but they rockin' to it while they count sheep

'Cause this here's alarm clock music
Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it
Pressin' the button, they tryin' to snooze
But their never been a man born with time to lose

So many freestyles I did when I was tourin'
But since I wrote 'em down, they view 'em as important
I do what I want, the way I see fit
And they think I'm from the Bay the way the flow B-Legit

Evidence got another sound mission
Listen, biz and pleasure, what's the difference
As long as the shit's hittin', and weed's gettin' lit
Dilated we play some Pole Position

'Cause this here's alarm clock music
Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it
'Cause this here's alarm clock music
Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it

The alarm clock music
The alarm clock music
The alarm clock music
Pressin' the button, they tryin' to snooze

Yeah, 16 out of 16 bars, I spit are thrillers
8 out of 16 bars, you spit are fillers
And I got these beats game tight
Keep talkin' shit, just spell my name right

Evidence, make music, focus on the listener
I know I'm ghetto, use speakers as air conditioners
Feel the air blast
It's a hot day in L.A., right off Fairfax

Rakaa, Arabic name, not a nickname
That in the frame makes it hard to get planes
I stay fly through the clouds of slipped brain
Thinkin' how I loved hip-hop, but shit changed

Some say we're too serious and conscious
Some say we're all battle raps and ganja
I say in your bad dreams we're monsters
Ratpackin' stages like Frank Sinatra

'Cause this here's alarm clock music
Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it
'Cause this here's alarm clock music
Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it

The alarm clock music
The alarm clock music
The alarm clock music
Pressin' the button, they tryin' to snooze

Yeah, right now we in the zone we belong
I let you know, right now you get warned
Right now before I sound the alarm
Let you know right now is the calm before the storm

The world changed, lands got conquered
Continents wandered, the planet got smaller
New York at 8 o'clock then head to Cali by flight
We got two shows, one on each coast the same night

Yeah, the same fight for crumbs is not new to me
The hood sick even with free shots immunity
We need black and brown unity
So we need to keep that jail shit out of the community

Plus George got a few more years
That's a couple wars there and a couple wars here
Tricknowledgy propaganda and fear
Make it hard to believe your own eyes and ears

'Cause this here's alarm clock music
Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it
'Cause this here's alarm clock music
Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it

The alarm clock music
The alarm clock music
The alarm clock music
Pressin' the button, they tryin' to snooze

The alarm clock music

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Friday, August 13, 2010

In The Flesh - Lyrics - Jurassic 5 - Jurassic 5

Title: In The Flesh
Album: Jurassic 5
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, M Stuart

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Lyric:
It's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

'Cause it's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

I'm from the crew called Jurassic
Stretch like elastic, live and on plastic
Step and get that ass kicked
From here to there, MC's beware
I represent that real ghetto urban warfare, ah yeah

What you say when you see me in your town
Bucking off some rounds
Of that underground sound
You need to open your eyes, realize and recognize
Throw your hands in the air lick a shot for J5

I'm all the way live, I socialize with the wise
Underprivileged spiritually deprived
At times in the flesh, airwaves getting checked
The vibe is energized by the way I spit my dialect

I be the brain cell buster
Old school style kicking hustler
That'll rush ya like a wrestler
Elliot Ness ya, bow to my pressure
Step to J5 you're getting played like Fester

I be the ever handy
Hard like rock candy
Down with Mork and Mandy
Won't date Sandy brown eyes

Tale of the physical trait
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate
Your mainframe, all speaking on running this thang
Five J's in the house and the styles to blame

'Cause it's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

'Cause it's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
A prehistoric B-boy making beats in my cave

They call me 2-na, as in fish in sea
Self efficiency, that's my mission see
Got me wishing we all
Could've puffed a spliff first, shoot the giff first

And 2-na Fish becomes a gift horse
Look me in the mouth
Tell me what you see
No matter who I am
I am you as you see me

You is still Nity
COM squared and shit
I was put here to see
If you came prepared and shit
I'm red as shit

My head is split from every crazy
Lazy kid we thought was chill
They was Swayze
Soon as they got a taste
Of what the U N I was like
They eyes was like blam
From the surprise and fright

Now it's the vocal enhancement
Vintage reigning rocks
A hundred mines swing
Dig a few chains of black gold
Plus block the seven holes that froze

A nigga soul and bust blood through his toes
For acting like his shit was mega heavy weight
But he couldn't escape
The way we wet him down, like it was Watergate

Infiltrate flavor crack skull and stone
Rip through the carcass spit blood and bone
For all those, who feel their crews forever tight knitted
When raps emitted, Islamicly transmitted

Is the brother a color?
Yes, the color's darkly tinted
No acts or gimmicks
And where the bullets imprinted it's whipped

It hibernates until it stretch the yellow tape
For Mister Doc, key is caliber career, yea
With so many rhymes, it can't a crew make me
Rock for 32 times like John Wayne Gacy

You need to put your hands together
'Cause J5 is in the house
Because we're guaranteed to keep it live
When we kick the party vibe
We came to catch wreck

We got the fossilized flavor
For you fools who slept
And plus we got you sucka crews in check
Now come correct Nu-Mark
Hit 'em with the perfect blend
'Cause it don't stop rockin' till I say when

J U R A capital S
Another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

'Cause it's the J U R A
Capital S another S I C
5 MC's in the flesh
Bound to catch wreck, hit the deck
'Cause we'll pop the trunk
Plus the tape on your cassette

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Ear Drums Pop(Remix) - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: Ear Drums Pop(Remix)
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): E Schrody, Michael Perretta, D A Jr Johnson, J Smith, Rakaa Taylor, Joey Chavez, J Green

Lyric:
Affiliation like, Dilated Peoples

Watch your ear drums pop, pop, pop
Watch your ear drums pop, pop
Got this rap shit locked

Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed
Changed, changed, changed

The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery
I'm locally accepted, worldwide respected
So gimmie mines and meet your death wish
Dead at the throat like floatin' with your neck slit
Be gone, I'm way beyond
My mind shines harder than your necklace
I just violate the streets until I Dilate the Peoples
Posse cut, kill the track, annihilate the sequel

Trigger-happy, anxious to earn to stripe like it was just put on
Initiation means death, burn the mic, now meet your escort
If the shot's rusted, hot sauce for all you block busters
Duck it, you're fuckin' with the spot rushers
Bustin' with brand new artillery cocked

Straight out the metal shop to catch you up close
Dead on the spot, there goes your manhood
Mad Max, Terror your Dome for canned goods
Blaze you with the heat, destroy my conscience with the backward
Easin' up ain't in the plans, I leave MCs with no stands
I'll conventions so deep in thoughts, the fans labeled it trance

Iriscience, y'all
MC Iriscience
Rakaa you don't rhyme fair

Aiyyo, we hit it festivals and we hit it the nightclubs
We hit it like Brad Pitt did it to Fight Club
I love it and live it, if you want it, then come and get it
I'm like Show and AG or Alomar, how I spit it
It's the highly-developed, well-equipped, intelligent
You're a target if you're soft, pastel or delicate
I'm bold 'cause everything goes at pro caliber
A top competitor, a world class traveler

Spell-the-name-right.com, check the site
Like they could check the date on a dime from satellites
I move like Coltrane, pushin' the blue tray
Rakaa's my name, style Fatal like Hussein
With Planet Asia, Defari and Everlast
Phil Tha Ag and Ev deliver the weather fast
Joey Chavez and a butcher named Babs Dilated
Now take that shit back to the lab

Man, listen
From L.A. and it's finest
Defari

They wanna jack who step up and I'll dump
Invade and face the rage of a twelve gauge pump
Yo chump, I'm not that guy, my name's Defari
I roll with the fo' sho' logo, the open eye
Dilated, heavy rotated, Golden Stated
So many dream of the sound that me and Ev created
Everybody wanna be rhymin' with two left feet
That's like a cripple man in lane five at the track meet

You wishin' on a star but you lookin' at the sun
I be the one who takes it so serious, it's more than fun
Pro sport with a bottle of Crown and quart of Guiness
The ink fill up the paper in a matter of minutes
Whether from Brooklyn or Venice, I travel with mental fitness
Takin' out you suckers and you don't know how I did this
So quit it, quit with the nonsense, you harmless
Leave the hip hop alone and get your fix from a pharmacy

Everlastin' fresh [Incomprehensible]
Whitey Ford brings the devastating mic control

I read the New Testament and gave it up for Lent
All the places I went just to pay my rent
Used to keep me bent on a ritual daily
Cock my hammer, spit a Comet like Haley
I'll buck a three-eighty on ones that act Shady
I'm original like Grady, check my Sanford, Son

You know, you ain't the one that rep pecker wood status
I'll bust that ass, keep your eyes on the floor
What you comin' here for, son, you know the law
Let's take it back to the house, slide off your blouse
Lift up your skirt and expose your panties
For the world to see, you can't rep it like me
I'm Communist, terrorist, vandalist, catalyst
Scandalous, masacous, never miss battalist
You must be crazy or just plain dumb
You might catch a beat down, now where I come from
It's like that

Crescent Heights, get the name right
You know my mothafuckin' name

Yo, yo, Phil Tha Agony, a superhero creatin' miracles
Analyze this like Robert DeNiro with your air-tight vacuum lungs
Got your stupid ass [Incomprehensible]
Chewin gum, bitin' your tongue, bleedin'
What is it that you're really needin'?
Is it fresh air to breathin', a bank account so plenty of cheese in
Take into consideration with every situation that you're facin'
Analyze the operation

What's the function?
Who does the label work, who does the paper work?
Who's the president behind the desk, reclinin' the best
Too many fake fraudulent artists, ignoramusses
Gettin' famous-es, tryin' to steal my whole name in this
That's why every move is documented
It's the unprecedented rhymes that I invented
R-rated, Phil Tha Agony and Dilated
Crescent Heights, we're stealin' your height, violated

76 born bomb lyricist
Evidence got another sound mission

Yo y'all, my shit is timeless
A clock with no hands, a hourglass with no sand
My life span's been written before anyone cloths or ribbon
I've started their path but what I've said just passed
The lab cat's back, that's why I feel like I've been chose
To rise to occasions with hits like Pete Rose

Speak to myself but once I say when
No mistakes allowed, sketch my letters in pen
Permanent ink, unleaded gas tank ready to drink
Open all flows in perfect border in sync
Total chaos, mass confusion
You just entered the playoffs, yo, my team's not losin'

Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate
Platform, ultimate

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Money'S Just A Touch Away - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Money'S Just A Touch Away
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): D Weldon, Freddie Anthony Jackson, Dedrick Rolison, S Wade, Barry James Eastmond, G Levert

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Lyric:
This song is dedicated to all the up an' comin' rappers
Singers, hustlers, actors, whatever you may be, remember
Without no struggle, you get no progress
So keep grindin', keep on mashin' an' get yours

You're nothin' far from comin' up, keep on
Money's just a touch away, keep on
So keep on grindin', don't give it up, keep on
There'll always be another day, keep on

An' now I'm sittin' at the pad, teary eyed an' depressed
Starvin' an' sufferin' from mental stress
Now a true sinner, to the game, a beginner
But hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner

Hit the streets, late night in the corner, star mission
On the 211 mission, just to pay tuition
For my kids, I got to grind an' develop street savvy
Servin' stress 'cause I just ain't got enough to cop Cavi

But I can't stop, I won't stop 'til I got it made
Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade
Like Hip Hop an' make enough to live good forever
So I learned to write rhymes an' get my metaphors together

Then I joined a rap crew with the homies on my street
Sellin' underground tapes out the local swap meet
Gettin' tighter on the mic as I worked day to day
So now I lay down at night an' I hear voices say, "Mack"

You're nothin' far from comin' up, keep on
Money's just a touch away, keep on
So keep on grindin', don't give it up, keep on
There'll always be another day, keep on

Now I'm new to the scene, [Incomprehensible]
So like EPMD, could you 'Please Listen to My Demo'?
I left the local crew, felt like I was the man
In popular demand an' now ready for Sound Scan

So I searched for a deal with no luck, I kept rappin'
Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen
Marble said it was a test, "Mack don't do nuttin' wrong
Just have faith in God an' keep your hustle goin' strong?

?Stay hopin', keep writin', don't quit, you're too close
Remember good things come to those who want it most"
So I never left the house without my rap book
Thought I found a new crew but eventually got shook

First they said I was cool but then started to doubt me
Put me on the backburner an' just forgot all about me
Partna said I wasn't fresh an' sent me on my way but you know what?
As I was leavin', I could hear voices say, "Mack"

You're nothin' far from comin' up, keep on
Money's just a touch away, keep on
So keep on grindin', don't give it up, keep on
There'll always be another day, keep on

Now the tables turned but I remember they used to clown me
The hard work paid off an' luck finally found me
So call every publication, Billboard an' the Editor
An' tell 'em Mack's bein' signed by dude workin' on 'The Predator'

I got the Midas touch, now everythin' be the bomb
Hooked up with The Don, now made a few million
I don't bang, I write the good rhymes, you know about mines
Man, I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed

Now if it ain't the radio, it's a video shoot
Livin' life in the limelight with a bank full of loot
Now my crew is solid, shook the haters an' the leeches
Runnin' full court at my house with our girls on the beaches

Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef
'Cause now I get down with the North, South an' the East
I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday
But now Hoo Bangin' is official an' I remember they used to say, "Mack"

You're nothin' far from comin' up, keep on
Money's just a touch away, keep on
So keep on grindin', don't give it up, keep on
There'll always be another day, keep on

Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away
Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Everybody Ona Move - Lyrics - Yell Fire! - Michael Franti

Title: Everybody Ona Move
Album: Yell Fire!
Artist: Michael Franti
Composer(s): Carl Rogers Young, Michael Franti, David Shul

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Lyric:
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
And you don't stop
And you don't quit

Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move
Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move

The movement
Is like a phenomenon
You never know where it's comin' from
You never know when the next big sound gonna come

Baghdad, Hong Kong
Tokyo, King Kong
Synagogue, singsong
Hot beat, car bomb

Don't matter who's on the chart number one
Spearhead sound for the people everyone
Thunder comes from the bass and the drums
Rain or shine never stop anyone

I like my bass loudy, loudy, louder!
I like my bass loudy, loudy, louder!

Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move
Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move

Oh, yes
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes

Touchin' down on mother earth
I take mud and turn it into pottery
Lottery, I give all a chance
As I welcome all to the dance

Angel, criminal, animal
Mineral and spiritual

All sinners, all head-spinners
So-called experts, we're all beginners
Enter the age of Aquarians
Carnivores and vegetarians

It's the next sound wave
Soon I may, ah, ask you to behave
El Presidente, you behave
Once war stops sendin' us to the grave

Vamanos, Vamanos
All walls will fall like dominoes
Earthquakin' and shakin'
Please don't stop, rock

Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move
Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move

Oh, yes
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
And you don't stop

Yes, all walls will fall
All walls will fall
I never quit, I never give up
I'd hate to have me as my own enemy

Because music is not competition
Music is not repetition
Music is love, love for the masses
Love for all classes

Love conquers all
Love accepts all, love respects all
Love dares to dream
A love supreme, a love supreme

Soldier of fortune, open your cookie
Unfold the paper, stop looky looky
Takin' order, the march to the kitchen
Food for the masses, that's the new mission

Salam shalom, shalom salam
The one sound louder than a bomb
The whole world sings this song
Check it, stop, rock

Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move
Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move

Oh, yes
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
And you don't stop
Hold up, hold up, I forgot something

I like my bass loudy, loudy, louder!
I like my bass loudy, loudy, louder!

This track is love fortified
This track is love amplified
This track combats genocide
Seven inch Jamaican forty five

Take a trip Gaza strip
ID's, a bob up, flip
I rock black scorpions
And a shout out to Ethiopians

Shot rings out everybody gonna run
One woman cries out for the loss of her son
Hold it high everybody everyone
All roads lead to love or the one

Don't you forget why you came to the dance
Might never ever be another better chance
Don't you forget why you came to the dance
The drums and bass are the king of the dance
Take a [Incomprehensible]

Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move
Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move

Oh, yes
And you don't stop
And you don't quit
Come on, come on

Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move
Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move

Big people ona the move
Little people ona move
Young people ona the move
Old people ona move, come on

Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move
Everybody ona move
Everybody let's move
Yes, yes, yes

Touchin' down on mother earth
I take mud and turn it into pottery
Lottery, I give all a chance
As I welcome all to the dance

Ona move
Everybody let's move

And you don't stop
And you don't quit
Keep rockin', keep rockin' it
Keep shockin' it, come on

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Man On A Mission - Lyrics - Gamma Ray

Title: Man On A Mission
Artist: Gamma Ray
Composer(s): Kai Hansen

Lyric:
I'm a man on a mission
And my diligence won't wait
There are supersonic killers in the sky
Everything you do will be analyzed
They control every step of your life

Well, mankind has gone to a high extreme
To the dark side on the way
All I see is a masquerade
And the termination waits

Oh, I've seen the faces of a million leaving here
Abandoned times and places of a world
Built out of fear
The quest is drawing near
The mystery of fear is just about to clear

What we need right now, is a miracle on earth
Let out hearts cry out, so our voices can be heard
Let us walk away together
From the never ending rain
'Til the sun will shine for all of us again

So we travel on at the speed of light
And the gods will light our way
Gotta change our part in the master plan
For another break in the race

And the trumpet sound will soon be heard
As the dead in mind awake
And the joyful saints will guide us
On the onward fight that we take

Oh, I've seen a million
Leaving right away from here
Abandoned times and places of a world
Built out of fear
The quest is drawing near
The mystery of fear is just about to clear

What we need right now, is a miracle on earth
Let out hearts cry out, so our voices can be heard
Let us walk away together
From the never ending rain
'Til the sun will shine for all of us again

Take my hand and you will see
The mirror of your destiny
So many came to read the signs
To understand their meaning
Now I see it's you and me
So try to understand
And we will walk the road of life
Together hand in hand
I do not dare, I do not dare
But something's calling me
For those who dared could not break free
The one who will succeed
I wonder, is it me?

Give us a chance to live
Give us a chance to die
Give us a chance to be free
Without fire from the sky
Give us a chance to love
Give us a chance to hate
Give us a chance, before you kill us all
Before you kill us, kill us all
Before you kill us, before you kill us all
Before you kill us

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Do It To Death - Lyrics - E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event): The Final World Front - Busta Rhymes

Title: Do It To Death
Album: E.L.E. (Extinction Level Event): The Final World Front
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Busta (Trevor Smi Rhymes, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh huh
Huh huh huh, huh huh woo
Woo
Woo woo woo
Yeah, everybody, c'mon
Here we go party people woo

Pull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?
Fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it?
Me and my nigga Richie was itchy to meet some women
Met some chickens, they was actin' so snobby and bitchy, fuck it
Pass me the sticky
The chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickie
I ain't wit it but give me a quicky
I ain't in to doin' the licky-licky
Even though you be lookin' so pretty
I own all of my shit, never 50-50

Oodle noodles all those fools never refuse
Accuse me for the bruise
Chick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screws
Runnin' and gunnin', kinda stunnin'
The way we be comin' around, slummin', wylin' and dollin'
My nigga Horace kick up a nigga like Chuck Norris
Got some other niggas lost way up in the forest
Hang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest
Fuck around, be the next "Formerly Known As" artist

Layed out with a goddess, pretty Lilly Adonis
Besides all of that, niggas is 'nomous, I make you all a promise
The promise is that I'm so dominant and that I am so prominent
Captured the whole of Asia as a continent
Oh shit, I be comin' and tumblin' down
Rumblin', stumblin' down
Freaky prophet with usual musical sound
Bringin' the ruckus, you motherfuckers be givin' me pounds
So many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plans
Me and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin' this groove
Me and my mans

How we gon' do this?
(Make them move)
Keepin' it live
(Where my niggas is at?)
Stackin' my paper
(Put it away safe)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do?
(Do it to death)
What we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)
What we gon' do?
(Do it to death)
What we gon' do?
(Do it to death)

Yo! Pin or a needle, make you wobble or weeble
Niggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegal
Get some ass, cop a room down at the Regal
Hit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequel
Yo, there ain't no equal on how we be reppin' for the people
Yo, there really ain't no equal
Ask Hillary, met her down on Flatbush and Tillory
She killin' me, got me crazy, wylin', actin' straight grizzly
We never made it too far together
I left her standin' on Franklin and Willoughby
Another mystery to me

While she still on the corner kissin' at me, hissin' at me
Ignorin' these bitches, they're angry, now they're riffin' at me
Vital and critical, literal, lyrical, make niggas pitiful
Go to the clinical, examine your physical
Frightening and enlightening at the same time
Get the goods and price them, and doin' the heist again
You thinkin' we would be nice again
We on a mission, we don't need none of your advice again
Hold me down baby, Pitter Patter, you chitter chatter too much
I'm a splitter splatter your blidder bladder
Make you spill out your guts

How we gon' do this?
(Make them move)
Keepin' it live
(Where my niggas is at?)
Stackin' my paper
(Put it away safe)
Straight buckwild, let me see your hands
What we gon' do?
(Do it to death)
What we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)
What we gon' do?
(Do it to death)
What we gon' do?
(Do it to death)

Flip Mode Squad, Hell yeah
How we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)
Flip Mode Squad, Hell yeah
How we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)
How we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)
Aiyo, how we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)

How we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)
How we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)
Aiyo, Flip Mode Squad, Hell Yeah
How we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)
How we gon' do?
(We gon' do it to death)

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Danger Zone - Lyrics - Sex Packets - Digital Underground

Title: The Danger Zone
Album: Sex Packets
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): George Clinton, Bernard Worrell, E Brooks, Bootsy Collins, G Jacobs

Lyric:
Listen while they're comin' man hurry up
With the party dog, shh, be quiet

Enter a new dimension, can't you feel the tension
Ever heard the word prevention, well, you really need to pay attention
You only need a little bit, so you want another hit?
Call emergency on the telephone, you're in the danger zone

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

You're in the zone, when you need another upper
You took a slip and goin' out like a sucker
Matter of fact, you're more than just slippin'
You're way beyond control, you're on a mission
You walk right through a wall, to get a twenty, a forty or an eight ball
And once you enter this area
There ain't nothin scarier, all I wanna say to ya

Is just back the Hell up
You need to go where they let you do your thing in a cup
And you take a diagnosis, you see your boy Shock G wrote this
To open up your mind, do you know who I am, deliverer of a rhyme
My job is to verbally slay suckers, like an Uzi spray motherfuckers
The underground is gonna get ya

Now pay attention you're about to enter
Into a new dimension, can't you feel the tension
I'm sure you heard the word prevention
So like I said pay attention, you only need a little bit
Ya still want another hit? Even if it's home grown
Yo, you're in the danger zone

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

On the corner, I see cocaine addicts
Givin static and about to go at it
And then you hear somebody holler
Who was it K? it was Dopefiend Carla
She was waitin' on a winner
That hoe, every night she has crack for dinner
But everybody's basin
Even the suckers who are runnin' this nation

Yes, I'm pullin' no punches
The government gets drugs in bunches
Shock G get the nine
But don't shoot until I finish my rhyme
This zone, makes suckers stop breathin'
Sweat bullets drop down to their knees and
Start beggin' for your pipe cause you're all in
Sometimes you can feel yourself fallin'

Into a new dimension, can't you feel the tension?
Don't let me forget to mention
The underground is puttin' their two cents in
What's the matter, feelin' blue? Does this record bother you?
If so, you need to leave it alone, you're in the danger zone

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

Caught a red light downtown
Freak was on the tip, 'cause my window was down
Stuck her head in the car, it was dopefiend carla
She said "Can you spare five dollars?", I said, "Hell no"
She said "I'm not asking for much"
I said bitch, I'd rather give a crippled crab a crutch

She said "why you wanna clown me"
I said "It's simple, I don't like fiends hangin' round me
Can't you see, that you got a disease?
You weight sixty six pounds, down from a hundred and three"
The light turned green and I was gone
She was livin' in the danger zone

It's a new dimension, can't you feel the tension
You recognize this sound, go on, just put the pipe down
What's the matter, feelin' blue? Does this record bother you?
If so you need to leave it alone, punk, you're in the danger zone

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"
"Just lounge, you're in the danger zone"

Uhh, I'm at the 9600 block of Macarthur, apartment a
That's a 10, 4, 419, uhh, backup for you is on
route to your location, ahh yes, victim I D
Young black female, uhh eighteen, she's pregnant
You, you, young black female, uhh, eighteen, she's pregnant

Apparent crack overdose I'm gonna need backup
Apparent crack overdose I'm gonna need backup
Apparent crack overdose I'm gonna need backup
Apparent crack overdose I'm gonna need backup
Nine eleven, nine eleven, nine eleven
Uhh, cancel that backup call, we've lost her

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Ain'T No Half - Steppin' - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Ain'T No Half - Steppin'
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Antonio Hardy, Rod Temperton

Lyric:
Ah yeah, I?m with this
I?m just gonna sit here laid back to this nice mellow beat, you know
And drop some smooth lyrics 'cause it?s ?88
Time to set it straight, know what I?m saying
And ain?t no half stepping, word, I?m ready

Rappers stepping to me they want to get some
But I?m the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome
Another victory, they can?t get with me
So pick a BC date 'cause you?re history

I?m the authentic poet to get lyrical
For you to beat me, it?s gonna take a miracle
And stepping to me, yo that?s the wrong move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?

Competition I just devour like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn
I got it good, now let me tell you who I am
The B I G D A double D Y K A N E

Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
I?m different, so don?t compare me to another
'Cause they can?t hang, word to the mother
At least not with the principal in this pedigree

So when I roll on you rappers, you better be ready to die
Because you?re petty, you?re just a butter knife, I?m a machete
That?s made by Ginzu, wait until when you try to front
So I can chop into your body

Just because you try to be basing Friday the 13th
I?mma play Jason, no type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes, Big not little
So define it, here?s your walking papers, sign it
And take a walk as the Kane start to talk, 'cause

Ain?t no half-steppin?
I?m the Big Daddy Kane
I?m the Big Daddy Kane
I?m the Big Daddy Kane

My rhymes are so dope and the rappers be hoping
To sound like me, so soon I?ll have to open
A school of MCing, for those who want to be in
My field in court, then again on second thought

To have MC?s coming out sounding so similar
It?s quite confusing for you to remember
The originator, and boy do I hate a perpetrator
But I?m much greater, the best

Oh yes, I guess suggest the rest should fess
Don?t mess or test your highness
Unless you just address with best finesse
And bless the paragraph I manifest

Rap Prime Minister, some say sinister
Non-stopping the groove, until when it?s the climax
And I max, relax and chill
Have a break from a take of me acting ill

Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit
Next the formation of words that fit
At the table I sit, making it legit
And when my pen hits the paper, ah shit!

I stop and stand strong over MC?s
And devour with the power of Hercules
Or Samson, but I go further the length
'Cause you could scalp my cameo and I?ll still have strength

And no, that?s not a myth, and if you try to riff
Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab
Your vocab, I?ll only ignore
Be sleeping on your rhymes till I start to snore

You can?t awake me, or even make me
Fear you, son, 'cause you can?t do me none
So think about it if you?re trying to go
When you want to step to me, I think you should know that

Ain?t no half-steppin?
I?m the Big Daddy Kane
I?m the Big Daddy Kane
I?m the Big Daddy Kane

I appear right here and scare and dare
A mere musketeer that would dare to compare
Put him in the rear, back there where he can?t see clear
Get a beer, idea or near stare, yeah

So on to be want to be competition
Trying to step to me, must be on a mission
Up on the stage is where I?mma get you at
You think I?m losing? Psst, picture that

Ain?t no half-steppin?
Ain?t no half-steppin?
Ain?t no half-steppin?
Mister Cee, step to me

The name is Big Daddy, you know, as in your father
So when you hear a def rhyme, believe that I?m the author
I grab the mic and make MC?s evaporate
The party people say, damn, that rapper?s great

The creator conductor of poetry
Et cetera, et cetera, it ain?t easy being me
I speak clearly so you can understand
Put words together like letter, man

Now that?s dictation, proceeding to my innovation
Not like the other MC?s, who are an imitation
Or an animation, a cartoon to me
But when I?m finished, I?m sure that you are soon to see

Reality, my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
I put my title in your face, dare you to base
And if you try and come get it, yo, I?mma show you who?s with it

So if you know like I know, instead of messing around
Play like Roy Rogers and slow down
Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take
Your title, namely me, 'cause I?m homicidal

That means murder, 'cause I?m about to hurt another MC
That try to get with me, I?ll just break him and bake him and rake him
And take him and mold him and make him
Hold up the peace sign, Assalam Walaikum!

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

20 Days - Lyrics - Bombshell Rocks

Title: 20 Days
Artist: Bombshell Rocks
Composer(s): Ola Hjelmberg, Marten Cedergran

Lyric:
See another day
I try to kill the time
But this time it stays alive

You could say
I'm a long distance caller
40 minute action
And a 10 hour drive

Some dreams come true
That's one thing I know
And girl
I've got 20 more days to go

20 more days to go
20 more days to go
20 more days to go
20 more days to go
To go

I see another day
Same old situation
But in a different place

I'm just a kid out on a mission
I look out through the window
And start dreaming away

Some dreams come true
That's one thing I know
And girl
I've got 20 more days to go

20 more days to go
20 more days to go
20 more days to go
20 more days to go
To go

Tonight I'll be alright
Yeah, I'm gonna be okay
There's nothing standing in the way

When the night arrives
And the sun comes down
To put a final ray of light
On a dirty town

Tonight I'll be alright
Yeah, I'm gonna be okay
There's nothing standing in the way

When the night arrives
And the sun comes down
Yeah, girl
You're gonna hear the sound

20 more days to go
20 more days to go
20 more days to go
20 more days to go
20 more days to go
To go

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Step Into Da Cipher - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Step Into Da Cipher
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Derek Murphy, Lorenzo Dechalus

Lyric:
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy

First up it's the nuts up, what's up?
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team

Just freestylin' in a cipher, might take the life of MCs
If you're wack we got the right to seize
He's black like Ultra, know your culture
Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow

Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick
Makin' niggas move, no matter how smooth it get
Or how rigid, niggas still get it
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures

In my third eye, know you heard I
Study math like a mathmatician
See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town
Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge

You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud we just twistin'
From another dimension, did I mention
That funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas
Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship

But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop
Leave you spinnin' like the washin' machine before it stop
Goin' all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate
On a mission from Cleveland, ridin' it from outta state

So ready yourself because it's on full scale
I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle
Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot
On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat

And we discussin' your demise, know it's gonna come
Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum
And Serge is buckin' off a shot from the mental insight
Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite

I feel lick a shot pum, pum, push up on the one
I'll bad, bad and I'll no run
Original Flatbush style, and solo jam
Like beep Han Solo man

Yes, Mr.Intellect and sex in the flesh
I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest
Maestro Manny one verse, time come in
My cafi in the scab when they go flurry

You don't concern me, your style can't burn me
You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie
My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
After, Thanksgiving then they're eatin' pork skin

I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin'
Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion
6' 1", two weaving and cocked diesel
You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin' up like you baby, see

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy

When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt
Even the hard niggas will be yellin' "That's enough"
But what about my style, ooh, child, I switch 'em up
Rearrange 'em up, in other words I change 'em up

Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season
So exit stage left 'cos you ain't on my level, leaf
You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the last kid
His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards

In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin'
I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin'
So bring all the flunkies you roll with
So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit"

You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow
I'll have your ass sneakin' out the backdoor
This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion

Feel the wind blow through your hair
My aim is square on your backbone
You're home alone and your mom work the double shift
Just enough time for me to hit that off

"Bounce on a nigga" said my man Wop
Peace to the squad, one-eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it
I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street
On some casual shit, even my kid could flip

Hear me on the Wop tape, ban, hit 'em
Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get 'em, check it
Anticipation, you're waitin' and waitin'
Peace to Courtland, Ave, Teepee wheelnose in

Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word
My man, Joon with the 'erb to the moon
Eh, Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at?
No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema
This is X and I'm straight from the Rule

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get busy

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Crossover - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Crossover
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish G Smith, David Gamson, Roger Troutman

Lyric:
(Erick Sermon)
Erick Sermon's in the house

Let's get up, let's get down
Roll wit the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material
So simple, when I rock wit the instrumental
Who am I (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit)
Control my career so I can never get stranded
But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian
Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinkin about a pop record, somethin made for the station
For a whole new relation-
Ship of a new type of scene
To go platinum and clock mad green
AKA, a sellout, the rap definition
Get off that boy, change your mission
Come back around the block
Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock
Let them know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing for the crossover

The Crossover

The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul
To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold
(To who) To pop and RandB, not the MD
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I know your head is bobbin 'cause the neck knows
(Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill
Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill"
Thats when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kid, you're gonna be large)
Yea right, that's what the company kicks
Forget the black crowds, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour
From the US to the white cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover

The Crossover

So what cha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel
You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel
But you insist to piss me off black
So I flex the biceps so I can push em back
So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it
And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message
So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me
(Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me

Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder
(So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda)
(Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya)
What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout
'Cause you got gassed and took the wrong route
Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line
But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline
Some say there's no business like show business
But if this the truth, please explain why is this
Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see
Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover
I stick to underground, keep the crossover

The Crossover

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Jack Mode - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Jack Mode
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Terry Keith Allen, Aaron Bernard Tyler

Lyric:
Straight Jacking
Straight Jacking
Straight Jacking
Straight Jacking
Grab the nine with the hollow point tip
Grab the nine with the hollow point tip
It goes 1, 2, 3

I'm giving up nuthing
No maybe on your shit boy, I'm scheming
I'm solo, numero uno, the Eiht's fiending
Just to get my hands on your goods
Give me the slip boy you wish you could
Geah, you're kinda frightened by the Compton night stalker
When I got you by the throat you better be a fast talker
Times running out for your program
Better hide from the Compton hitman
What ch'you got in your trunk Fool unlock it
As I put the pat down on your pockets
The neighbourhood jacker's on the creep
I bet your sounds 'll sound good in my jeep
And tell your freak to get with the program too
Or she becomes black and blue
No harm done, and I'm out before somebody can be told
Episode one of the Jack Mode

Straight Jacking, Geah
Straight Jacking, Wut?
Straight Jacking
Straight Jacking

I'm starving like Marvin and gots to get some mutherfucking Peso's
So I can dig out a few hoes
And who should I game on?
Another fool that has to get jacked, its the same song
Crease up the khaki's and shirt, and I'm outta here
Who the fuck got jacked, I dont really care
My money is funny and it just don't feel right
I'm tired of cavi, cause the clucks just won't bite
And now I'm on a mission to find me a sucker
And when I catch him I hope he aint a brave mutherfucker
Give up the shit worth value
And keep your cool, fool
Strapped with the mutherfucking 380
Release the safety, and boy your gonna hate E
Another dome that must explode
Episode deuce of the Jack Mode

Straight Jacking, geah
Straight jacking, unh huh
Straight jacking, Straight jacking
Straight jacking, Straight jacking, Straight jacking

Damn I'm broke like a mutherfucker and now I'm at the point of no
Return
One more fool on my list that I must burn
Spot a girl and she's draped with the jewelry
This is Compton for life, y'all don't hear me
Stroll to her car and played like I was wit it
Half a blunt in my mouth and she asked could she hit it
Handed her the blunt as I commence to start to lean
So I could peep out the scene
Fat links around the neck by the dozen
She's giggling to much, naw don't tell me that she's buzzing
The perfect opportunity
And when she wakes up in the morning she'll be hating E
Hopped in her car and we was set with a full tank
And in my mind I'm thinking, bitch drive so I can gank
Its like that, the last episode has been told
About a nigga in jack mode

Straight Jacking, geah, Straight Jacking, Oh geah
Straight Jacking, Shhhh, Straight Jacking, Geah, Eihthype
Straight Jacking, For the nine deuce, Straight Jacking
Straight Jacking

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Friday, August 20, 2010

All Original - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: All Original
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Triple platinum, nigga, digga and still thuggin' with
The roughest muthafuckas in my city and a nigga wonder
How they still chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga
That's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya? No

I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine
'Cause I got an AK-47, shootin' trey-O times
You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say, oh, my
But check it out, though

I done made enough money to buy my ghetto
A lot of weapons, y'all and I made it, takin' out my weed
Here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor
When a nigga wanna act up, nigga, figure, I'm quiet

Then he look at my sawed-off's and they figure
They can try me like a muthafucka
Won't swang back or somethin' or even pull a nine
Out my jacket and start dumpin', fuck 'em

I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate
And say that we ain't true to what we say but then again
When you see us on the street and playa hate
We bang them fuckin' brains, we bang them brains

But then we switch subject and fuck with them
Clones that suck the thug dick, run around foul
Tellin' people we stole your style, muthafucka
We ain't never been in your town

It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
So here we go, got a gun, should I buck 'em on down
Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?

Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy
Wish and flesh? I'm so full anguish, gotta style so cold
Everybody and their mama wanna claim it
But they can't get the hang of it, yeah

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold
I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time
That they shot a nigga straight to the temple done
A little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin'

Get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em
Time from time and again, here to pick all that know
With the bone, it's a party everyday, so say, mo'
And it's still this strong to brain

I hop on the phone with the homies to see
What's happenin' in the hood, it's all good
Niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep
In they own cut but they gon' sacks sellin' for life

If you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank 'em
And leave 'em naggin' for the sake of come up, yeah
Takin' ends and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah

We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it
I thank 'em and hope for respect 'cause shit
He got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst
Of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin'

Send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug
And they thought that I bruise easily come
They go through this little, spin 'em
Most of what goes around, comes around, ooh

Bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna
Test us to the chest, flesh buck, buck
Haters guess with a gun, they change
In a whole new muthafuckin' attitude

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Nigga, let me in, double glock and never about to change, man
To the temple, I aim and claim to gain control, fin to rid your soul
Creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that
Yo, they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know

Got a nation of my niggas out to back me
Got another nation, killas out to try to jack me
Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull?
Fool, try to jack a St. Clair, true, you lose, you lose

Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction
They down with the puffin', the passin', lookin' for some action
Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse
If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps

I'm a give a little game in this world that
We livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me
You get it how you take it but the only way
You'll make it, givin' peace to the G O D, your Lord

And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit
Because the hater's gonna hate and then the real
It's gon' feel but I bet that after all of y'all fall
That the faker's gonna perish in the fire

Dip and you know when I'm rollin', I'm equipped
With the ruger on my hip with the infrared beam
And I gladly put it on ya from the land of California
Leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean, yeah

So quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with KB
We gonna take a little journey around the world
And see what we see, any y'all niggas comin' with me?
So, come on

Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the bone
Bite the bone, didn't a muthafucka say, I'm wrong?' Well, I get down
For mine, for my nine and blow, we shoot 'em up, buck, yeah
Strange we erupt on playa hation, anybody hatin'? Erase 'em

And biters, every time I see you on TV, it makes me feel good
'Cause I know when we run up on you, you'll see we
We gotta get paid good, nigga, don't shit come for free
In this land of poverty, bone in harmony, we hungry
Since it's all about money, give bone a little bit of that evil money

Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve
Top of line in my Benz, should I let 'em spin on all of y'all?
Should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters?
Everything we write, I swear, it's all original
Niggas mad at bone because we be all original

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now

Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us
'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now
Better not be so quick test us

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