Don'T Invent Me - Lyrics - Mandalay

Title: Don'T Invent Me
Artist: Mandalay
Composer(s): Saul Freeman, Nicola Hitchcock

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Lyric:
I won't know another
'Til I know
I won't know another
'Til I know

Even though I keep on telling you
But still oh no, no

I won't know another
'Till I know

Here, only love
Don't invent me
'Til you need me
Will I fall in now?
Only love, don't invent me
'Til you need me

I won't love another
'Til I learn
I won't love another
'Til I learn

Even though I keep on telling you
But still oh no, no

I won't know another
'Til I know

Here, only love
Don't invent me
'Til you need me
I fall in now
Only love, don't invent me
'Til you need me

Here, only love
Don't invent me
'Til you need me
I fall in now
Only love, don't invent me
'Til you need me

Here, only love
Don't invent me
'Til you need me
I fall in now
Only love, don't invent me
'Til you need me

Here, only love
Don't invent me
'Til you need me
I fall in now
Only love, don't invent me
'Til you need me

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Neck Uv Da Woods - Lyrics - Let's Get Ready - Mystikal

Title: Neck Uv Da Woods
Album: Let's Get Ready
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): A Patton, M Tyler, David Sheats, A Benjamin

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Lyric:
This is, Mystikal and Outkast
I'm representin''

I'm out for the big bucks and no whammies goddammit
You can't stand it
Make 'em feel the impact and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta
And they play me 'cos they know
I bring the kinda shit you feelin as I'm sayin it
I'm like the NBA, sore thumb or pawn shop tech nine
Bitch I'm known for jammin'
Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary
Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary
I bust through, intrude, move through distractions
Withstand hits and blows don't lose no traction
I threw a round off flip flop flip flop back at 'em
If a nigga comin' clown then I'm going get the cannon
And then get God back
Knuckle up boy, don't be no fucked boy
Me and Guillotine we run some niggas
In a big truck boy run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer
I hit the door
I'm blowin him like southern band and they always tryin' to find Something to say about the brother man
I invent em flip 'em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
Give me back my shit before I start pickin' bricks up
Garbage MC's better run for it
Don't come this way 'cos you can't walk
On this side of the yard and respect me for takin it to 'em
So expect me to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha

If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock
If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop
'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh

If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock
If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop
'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh

All a the heat rise to the beat wise
To that nigga that spit that street fire
Mystikal, Andre and big Boi takin em out of the park like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto
You're bitch made like Dorothy
You belong in a soroioty, I'm gonna call you cocoa
Like candy, go sing a song with Brandy
But rhyming and double timing, what is you saying?
I take my thirteen shot I pray my style is drunken
And you know we doin the big beat
Oh hell yeah it's gonna be bumpin
Givin' you somethin to beat the block with
Meet the cops with my stamina's incredible
So sucka don't try to stop this the d-u-n-g-e-o-n family
Merrily life is but a dream
I mean a nightmare 'cos it's scarin' me but I live
Gotta give one double O percent above the rest
Yeah that daddy fat sacks gon burst, and you know that, yeah
Yeah know that east point never stop like that
All the way to decatur

If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock
If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop
'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh

If it don't bump off in the club you can't rock
If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods you better stop
'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh

Hey, what's your name?
Andre three thousand, the year to fear is already here
Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun
Reason for a gun, only one
Strong believer in self-preservation
Aahhhhh, oof
In the state of confused
City of forgotten fate, county of the blues
Street address, generation X avenue
But generation Y high to the point that I drink
Runnin' on a new one
Walkin' in my silver boots, need a shoe horn and some church socks
What if I told you that even if you made clocks
Stops, time rewinds, see what he finds
Then re-arrange and change things that's on your mind
Would you swallow like fine wine or peanut butter?
Would you holler that I'm live and ask another?
Or take no heat and run for cover?

If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock
If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop
'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh

If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock
If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop
'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh

If it don't bump off in the club, you can't rock
If it ain't eight o eight in the trunk, it ain't knock
If you round our neck of the woods, you better stop
'Cos the people on the block gonna show you where to drop, ahh

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Bonafide - Lyrics - Bonafide - Jon B.

Title: Bonafide
Album: Bonafide
Artist: Jon B.
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

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Lyric:
Everybody's in the major leagues
Ain't nobody wanna be straight up
I see the hotties on the way to work
They be waiting outside the club

See Samantha got a glass of wine
And in the corner she be laggin' behind
To the ladies room to powder her lines
She be feeling like dynamite

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
Some come move that ass, I know what you wanna do
She's looking for a phat wad, Lord of a God, you look good
Premonitions saved for last, 'cause for now we're understood

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

Yes, all the eyes that be staring at you
Is it because I got my Rover outside?
See, I just don't understand
Is it that you think you can play me fly?

No, I don't think so girl
I've been through it many times before
I got a tight pocket book
And you know, I ain't open it up for no

Jizzable jazz, how could it be passes
So come move that ass, I know what you want to do
You're looking for a phat wad, Lord of a God
I don't have it for you, so honey baby, what you gonna do

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
[Incomprehensible]
I'm not pretentious, I invent this vibe that you feel

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
A me oh, my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide

A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I can't touch you 'cause you're bonafide
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
And you can do it 'cause you're bonafide

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I Ain'T No Joke - Lyrics - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: I Ain'T No Joke
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): E Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke
When I'm gone no one gets on 'cuz I won't let
Nobody press up and mess up the scene I set
I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder, damn
But think about it then you'll understand
I'm just an addict, addicted to music
Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it

Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm
I hook a beat up convert it in to hip-hop form
Write a rhyme in graffiti in, every show you see me in
Deep concentration 'cuz I'm no comedian
Jokers are wild if you wanna be tame
I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named
Another enemy, not even a friend of me
'Cuz you'll get fried in the end when you pretend to be

Competing 'cuz I just put your mind on pause
And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit' yours
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned
Remember me, the one you got your idea from?
But soon you start to suffer the tune'll get rougher
When you start to stutter that's when you had enough of
Biting it?ll make you choke, you can't provoke
You can't cope, you should of broke because I ain't no joke

I got a question, as serious as cancer
Who can keep the average dancer
Hyper as a heart attack, nobody's smiling
'Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm styling
This is what we all sit down to write
You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite
Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits
Get the style down packed then it's time to switch

Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours
Then you fake it, you're ready for the neighborhood chores
The E M C E E don't even try to be
When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me
You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around that can aggravate me
So when you see me come up, freeze
Or you'll be one of those seven MC's

They think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew that
They who think wrong are they who can't do that
Style that I'm doing, they might ruin
Patterns of paragraphs based on you and
Your offbeat DJ, if anything he play
Sound familiar, I'll wait till E say
Play 'em, so I'ma have to dis and bro
You could get a smack for this, I ain't no joke

I hold the microphone like a grudge
B'll hold the record so the needle don't budge
I hold a conversation 'cuz when I invent
I nominated my DJ the president
When I'm see I'll, people freestyle, going steadily
So pucker up and whistle my melody
But whatever you do, don't miss one
They'll be another rough rhyme after this one

Before you know it, you're following and fiending
Waiting for the punch line to get the meaning
Like before the moral of my story I'm telling
Nobody beats the R, so stop yelling
Save it, put it in your pocket for later
'Cuz I'm moving the crowd and B a record fader
No interruptions till the mic is broke
When I'm gone, then you can joke

'Cuz everything is real on a serious tip
Keep playing and I get furious quick
And I take you for a walk through hell
Freeze your dome then watch your eyeballs swell
Guide you out of triple stage darkness
When it get dark again then I'ma spark this
Microphone 'cuz the heat is on, you see smoke
And I'm finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke

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I Ain'T No Joke - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: I Ain'T No Joke
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): E Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke
When I'm gone, I wrote this song 'cuz I won't let
Nobody press up and mess up, to seen, I set

I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn
But think about it then you'll understand
I'm just a addict, addicted to music
Maybe it's a habit, I gotta use it

Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm
I hook a beat up, convert it in a hip-hop form
Write a rhyme in graffiti, in every show you see me
In deep concentration 'cuz I'm no comedian

Jokers are wild, if you wanna be tame
I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named
Another enemy, not even a friend of me
'Cuz you'll get fried in the end then you pretend to be

Competing, 'cuz I just put your mind on pause
And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yours
I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stun
Remember me, the one you got your idea from

But soon you start to suffer but you only get rougher
When you start to stutter that's when you had enough of
Biting it, I make you choke, you can't provoke
You can't cope, you should have broke, 'cuz I ain't no joke

I got a question, it's serious as cancer
Who can keep the average dancer?
Hyper as a heart attack, nobody smilin'
'Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm stylin'

This is what we all sit down to write
You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite
Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits
Get the style down pat, then it's time to swit

Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours
Then you figure, you're ready for the neighborhood chores
The E M C E E, don't even try to be
When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me

You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me
So when you see me come up, freeze
Or you'll be one of those seven MC's

They think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew that
They who think wrong are they who can't do that
Style that I'm doin', they might ruin
Patterns of paragraphs based on you and

Your offbeat DJ, if anything he play
Sound familiar, I'll wait till E say
Play 'em, so I'ma have to dis and broke
You could get a smack for this, I ain't no joke

I hold the microphone like a grudge
B'll hold the record so the needle don't budge
I hold a conversation 'cuz when I invent
I nominated my DJ the president

When I'm, see I'll, people freestyle, goin' steadily
So pucker up and whistle my melody
But whatever you do, don't miss one
They'll be another rough rhyme after this one

Before you know it, you're followin' and fiendin'
Waiting for the punchline to get the meanin'
Like before, the morale of my story, I'm tellin'
Nobody beats the R so stop yellin'

Save it, put it in your pocket for later
'Cuz I'm moving the crowd and be a record fader
No interruptions and the mic is broke
When I'm gone, then you can joke

'Cuz everything is real on a serious tip
Keep playin' and I varies it quick
And take you for a walk through hell
Feed your dome then watch your eyeballs swell

Guide you out of triple stage darkness
When it get dark again then I'ma spark this microphone
'Cuz the heat is on, you see smoke
And I'm finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke

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Effect And Cause - Lyrics - The White Stripes

Title: Effect And Cause
Artist: The White Stripes
Composer(s): John Anthony White

Lyric:
I guess you have to have a problem if you want to invent a contraption
First you cause a train wreck then they put me in traction
Well, first came an action and then a reaction
But you can't switch 'em 'round for your own satisfaction
Well, you burnt my house down then got mad at my reaction

Well, in every complicated situation in all the human relation
Makin' sense of it all takes a whole lotta concentration
Well, you can't blame a baby for her pregnant ma
And if there's one of these unavoidable laws
It's that you just can't take the effect and make it the cause, no

Well, you can't take the effect and make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank because you made up the law
Blame me for robbin' Peter but don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect and make it the cause

I ain't the reason that you gave me no reason to return your call
You built a house of cards and got shocked when you saw them fall
Yeah, well, I ain't sayin' I'm innocent, in fact the reverse
But if you're headed to the grave you don't blame the Hearse
You're like a little girl yellin' at her brother 'cause you lost his ball, yeah

Well, you keep blamin' me for what you did but that ain't all
The way you clean up a wreck is enough to give one pause, yes
Well, you seem to forget just how this all started
I'm reactin' to you because you left me broken-hearted
See, you just can't take the effect and make it the cause

Well, can't take the effect and make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank because you made up the law
Blame me for robbin' Peter but don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect and make it the cause

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Valuable Game - Lyrics - 7th Deadly Sin - Ice T

Title: Valuable Game
Album: 7th Deadly Sin
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Andrea Monica Martin, Patrick Leroy Brown, Ivan Matias, Tracy Lauren Marrow, Ray Murray, Rico Wade

Lyric:
This song is dedicated to my man
Tupac Shakur, rest in peace
Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace
And all my other homies that have died
In the madness called street life
Rest in peace

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix
Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks
The faster, the better, blood, leather, the baby sledge
Case hitters me, I'm the point man

Give less than a damn about anything, just let my hammer swing
Come up, give me my cut, what?
Girls don't mean nothin' to me, don't push the button on me
Out for the twist, ya nautically nasty G

Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype
Recognize the type?
Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life
I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell

$2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math
A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love
Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags
Toe-tags and body bags, y'all feel me?
Is it too real G? Brothers say drop some heat T

Absolutely, everything is goochie since we realized
This games' the only one we got left
Hip-hop's become the game of death
Some of y'all busters out there tryin' to waste up
But it took some of us hustlers all this time to lace up

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Okay, let me break it down, they got the one strike law
You go in, you reach the other two before you know
What happen to you game's over dude
On the next page, they got power in effect
While you two rednecks waitin' to see which one of us
Kills the next brother next

Think about it too long will make you sick
Believe me the last thing they wanna see is us risin'
Economically, astronomically it could happen homie
Follow me

Hip-hop's the black goal mind and soul
Refined as we roll, another ghetto story is told
I stopped flippin' KI's in eighty three
They need a time machine to car cerate me

I'm square as a pool table, twice as green, know what I mean?
Flippin' from heat, the legal green, the hip-hop scene
Beef, the only beef I got is the steak
I'm tryin' to eat from the players elite

East, West, North, South, Moon, Star
I'm gonna ball wherever the chips are
I hope y'all players listen
Ain't out there hatin' and dissin'

Y'all know the game is to be sold and not told
I should be takin' a collection, this time I'll make an exception
I've just been here for the start of this
I gotta come from the heart for this

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

Some nights I lay awake tryin' to analyze
And anticipate the moves of the fakes
Wonder if the cancers' in too deep, can't sleep
Tryin' to diagnose the poison that's increased
Injected into a pure hustle born on city streak

Migraines fill my brain as I reach toward the realm of the insane
Wishin' and prayin' that another brother gets to live the life
That I got to play in tryin' to represent to the fullest
I gotta come hard y'all, no time to pull it

Y'all fools think illin' and tearin' up hip-hop is the thing to do G?
I'm paid I don't need rap no more fool I make a movie
Y'all tryin' to lose me
And to y'all suckers with your acrobatic, player hatin' tatics
Tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin'
I've been corporatin' to this music over these years

Y'all will fall victim to your own lies and the P.I. will continue to rise
Open your eyes kid this games' immaculate, dramas' irrelevant
Stay sucker reppellin' invent, incorporate, parlay, play
And I got no reason to lie to you

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

I'ma straight up G, let's not pretend
Dedicated to, all of my friends
On the East and the West Coast
Gotta let this drama go

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They Said You Needed Me - Lyrics - Dance With My Father - Luther Vandross

Title: They Said You Needed Me
Album: Dance With My Father
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Ivan Hampden, Luther Vandross

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Lyric:
Goodbye, so long
Were the last words from you
Seems like you're over
All the goodness we knew

You think that you're strong
You think that you don't
You don't need no one

Well, I was talkin' to some of your friends
Just to see how everyone was doin'
And they said you needed me

Said it was something you'd never admit
But it was hard to see you going through it
They said you needed me

Guess I'll suffer 'til I'm where I belong
I'm under the pressure
But I'll keep being strong

You say that you're strong
You say that you don't need anyone

What in the world are you telling your friends
I get confused every time I see them
They said you needed me

I know the people talk just for the thrill
But the fact of the matter is still
They said you needed me

Take your time, re-invent your mind
You'll feel better, you'll feel stronger
Then decide if I'm in your life
For forever or longer

You think that you're strong
You think that you don't
You don't need no one

Well, I was talkin' to some of your friends
Just to see how everyone was doin'
And they said you needed me

Said it was something you'd never admit
But it was hard to see you going through it
They said you needed me

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Z - Public Service Announcement (Interlude) - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - Public Service Announcement (Interlude)
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Raymond Levin, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella records
Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity
That I present this recording, as a living testament and recollection
Of history in the makin' durin' our generation

Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov', oh, H to the O V
I used to move snowflakes by the O Z
I guess even back then you can call me
C.E.O. of the ROC, Hov'
Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin' my chain

That's right Hov', oh, not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No one can do it better"
I check Cheddar like a food inspector
My homey strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
With the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors
This ain't a movie dog

Now before I finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out
Did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm gone
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now, you're gonna be able to say
That these brothers lied to you Jack

Ving ain't lie
I done came through the block in everything that's fly
I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga I get mine, by any means on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin' to get some change

And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me
Lyin' as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
There ain't no reason why I be buyin' expensive chains
Hope you don't think, you'se as hardy
Only a fews-us niggaz, gettin' high within' the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins

I got a hustler spirit, nigga period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that's just as hot player
Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone

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Rootless Tree - Lyrics - 9 - Damien Rice

Title: Rootless Tree
Album: 9
Artist: Damien Rice
Composer(s): Damien George Rice

Lyric:
What I want from you is empty your head
But they say be true, don't stay in your bed
And we do what we need to be free
And it leans on me like a rootless tree

What I want from us is empty our minds
But we fake, we fuss and fracture the times
We go blind when we've needed to see
And this leans on me like a rootless

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you

And if you hate me, hate me
Hate me and hate me so good
That you just let me out
Let me out, let me out?
It's hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out

What I want from this is to learn to let go
No, not of you, of all that's been told
Killers re-invent and believe
And this leans on me like a rootless

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it
Leave it, it's nothing to you

And you hate me, hate me
Hate me and hate me so good
That you just let me out
Let me out, let me out?
It's hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
It's hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all you've been through
I said leave it, leave it
Leave it, it's nothing to you

And if you hate me, hate me
Hate me, and hate me so good
That you just let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out?

Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

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Tarantula - Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Title: Tarantula
Album: Tarantula
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Scott S Storch, Michael L Tyler, Danny E Means

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Lyric:
Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots
High debut beating boy band groups
Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do
Either keep up or you can't, can't

Met 'em through a barbeque, cracker through yo' thang, thang
I ain't come here for no dumb shit
You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick
When it's finished over and done with

I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch
I ain't no speedy when you say I beat it too much
I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough
See me losin' fuck the big butt women

Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach
Sittin' in the front 'cause TV's runnin'
Peanut-butter leather seat, with big truck on it
I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin'
'Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby I'm comin'

Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

Man I'm the only mother-fuckin' black prince of the south
So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out
I make yo' momma sake a tell feather
Don't tell yo' daddy that I'm here, 'cause you know I make him feel great

Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on
While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song
I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off
Before you knows [Incomprehensible] 1:40

I give it to him and this bitch can't handle
Or ugly jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin'
Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent
On top of 8th street kicks Indiana

No callin' me big bucks no wammies
This year I'm screamin' jive records big truck goddamn it
Heads up high enough so you can move
Rank CEO slash rapper, slash fool

Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of [Incomprehensible] 2:21
Ever the vesent [Incomprehensible] 2:24 come get me
Grammy nominated, especially
The soul train award winner, call me black elvis Presly

You probably [Incomprehensible] 2:30 but you see me on
Either 106 and Park, Queen Latifah, Chris rock, or Jenny Jones
Knock down buildin's, chop down trees
I kick so fuckin' hard they say, "You Japanese"

I'm up in the minute because of what I invent
Look at your over there with your seatbelt
Like I'm [Incomprehensible] 2:44
A.K.A the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista'

They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on
These people in here ain't leavin' 'til I finish my fuckin' last song
Bitch walk like a balberin', tall dark and cut
Now keep your fuckin' hoes down

Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far
But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to
Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans
It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to

South and west come together
However, we plan doing this shit quite clever
My nigga mystikal, it's ya boy butch cass'
And we put a foot off in they ass let's have a blast

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Me And Sarah Jane - Lyrics - Three Sides Live - Genesis

Title: Me And Sarah Jane
Album: Three Sides Live
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Anthony Banks

Lyric:
The fires are burning, ooh, in another land
But don't start counting, no don't start counting
Colder, colder, the ice is moving closer and it gets me down
Going round and round and down the same old track

With a pack on my back
I'm going swiftly nowhere
A heart in my ear beating like a drum
Where will you go?

All by yourself
Hah, hah, hah
Hah, hah, hah

And now I'm standing on the corner
I'm waiting in the rain
And then in sunlight without warning
I invent a name

Me and Sarah Jane
We had a special thing going
Me and Sarah Jane

It was a time of love and laughter
It wouldn't have come again
We had our round of joy but after
And then began the pain

Me and Sarah Jane
We had a special thing going
Me and Sarah Jane
Sarah Jane

Searching for a clue
Traces on the sand

First I'm flying, going round, round, round
Then I'm sliding going down, down, down
It doesn't matter where I start, I always end up
Falling through those same old crowded rooms

Me and Sarah Jane
We had it coming all the pain
Walking down the streets
And finding nothing is the same

Oh, now the city lights
They're dimming one by one
It costs us too much money
To keep them all on

Me and Sarah Jane
In silence walk along the shore
Tears of joy and mocking laughter
Words lost in the wind

The tide was rising
But there we stayed
We had no fear of dying
We weren't afraid no no, no no, oh no

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Hypnotic - Lyrics - Memphis Bleek

Title: Hypnotic
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith

Lyric:
Roll a L and burn a incent
It's like magic when I invent this shit that I present
Yo turn my levels up a izinch
And drop the treble down the pizinch and let the bass commence
To relax your nerves
It's like a paintin' with no color it's why I attach the words
My mind the brush, my life the canvas, the world, the easel
Combines a perfect picture for people

My words is colorful like autumn
The way they fall on the track like leaves when I record 'em
There's nothin' like it when I write
And I don't print, I invent it and predict it like a psychic
Pull down the shades on the windows of your soul
And gaze into your mind and watch the wisdom unfold
I was taught when your vision's impaired the wisdom is there
A message from Big Homey couldn't have sent it no clear

I know the flow is like hypnotic
And tightest tip when I drop it with no particular topic
Type shit that can't be bitten so stop it
Type shit that can't be re-written on copy
By Kinko, Kodak, Fuji films
Kin-folk know that groovy hymns
Spit by him'll put the gospel to you
Catch some little higher learning from a sermon once I drop it to you

Hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
The flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My flow is like hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic

So roll a L and light a incent
It's like magic when I event this shit that I present
It's not a secret when I speak it
I know that hatin' isn't physical but dawg I could peep it
It's like a preacher preachin' his scripts or psychic readin' a palm
Lines give me what I write in this song
The book is now open so let the story be told
I enter through your mind and exit the back of your soul

That could push you to some insight a shine like a headlight
Pickeny diamond watch me get right I'm that nice
Words is a cure that help me heal up a heart
Words can become that evil game that help me get what I want
You start where you end, you end where you start
I am the light of the situation I over shine dark
Give you the pen, the book, the word, the truth, the sight, the mind
I put it down, you call it a rhyme, I call it a sign

I predict the unpredictable
Heaven is invisible, but hell isn't physical
Let me stop with the spiritual
Let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle
Come through your speakers into your ear, end up in paragraphs
Tellin' your man of what you hear
'Cuz, spit it I often roll it tighter than chronic
Styles versatile meanwhile it's hypnotic

Hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic hypnotic

Pass the dutchie if you was ill
Take one to the grizzill, tell me what you fizzill
It's like a complicated puzzle unravelin', mind travelin'
With no particular flight patterin'
Speak the language of the lizard
Desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, falcon feeds man
Only the strong survive, so if you along for the ride
Strap your boots and leave your thongs inside

We experience turbulence in urban environments daily
Rarely it's acquired we riot like Israelis
Why am I here that question overwhelms me
I am a gangsta, Dr. Melfi couldn't help me
I am a thinker, my mind fixes all that L's me
The perfect elixir I trust mines will never fail me
I let my speech unfold, I reach deep inside the seed of my soul
And I got it

Hypnotic hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic
My style is just hypnotic
My style hypnotic, hypnotic, hypnotic
And we out, we out

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Musical Massacre - Lyrics - Follow The Leader - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: Musical Massacre
Album: Follow The Leader
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): G Thomas, J Pruitt, Eric Barrier, William Griffin, J Castor

Lyric:
How could I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin, unfold and the rhymes are explodin
And the mic that I'm holdin' golden
Cordless cause the wire caught fire like a fuse
Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction
The outcome is there so listen
Here's the brief description
A boom then flame then smoke, ashes a dust to dust
Contact is compact when I bust
MC's are now in a massacre
A disaster a, master at fashion a beat to death
To a pulp, till it can't pump
Speakers aint sayin nothin
Now the ball can thump
As I'm lookin' I stand like great buildings in Brooklyn
Then the stage is took then
Havoc struck that could product a whole court
Keep in touch with the mic when you're holdin y'all
Sumpin and pumpin and slobbin and droolin
Nothin's pumpin, who do you think ya foolin?
Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood sucker
What you oughtta do, is pick up a tempo
From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent so
You start to kidnap
I watch the kid rap
When he get off he know he shouldn't a did that
Minor, old timer, weak rhymer, stay in liner
You won't be inclined to go so yo
Maybe later, you're gonna be
But for now, you're almost one of me
Now the immature imitations taken from originations
Made by tracin and a little arrangin
So perform, If ya still aint warm maybe after
A roast by the host with the most it's a musical massacre

Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet
Like a storm, you could rain, but a riot
Remains, the gangs power just like the towerin inferno
The beat's gonna burn so
Distance I kept, ou better watch your step
Volunteers go from here and get
Ya out of the flames
Appreciate the temperature change
Anywhere within the range of celcius
Fahrenheit on the mic, mic melts see it
Burns soon as it's felt see it's torchin, scorchin
Mic's pipin hot, steamin who's schemin now ya not
James Brown must a been dusted
Disgusted, now he can't be trusted
Embalmed with fluid
Static can cause an explosion, in fact impact's closin in
Time was up, so I don't need a time bomb
Beat gives me a heat-stroke when I rhyme calm
Pull out the tool, sometimes I wanna break fool
But I was cool, like one in the chamber
Lets play a game of rhymin roulette
And put me up to your brain and name a rhyme about ya clout
One mistake, ya out
If this imitation it can't be the same show
Maybe what you'll find somewhere over the rainbow
Courage, heart, brain, you need rhyme
Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times
We gone, or the story won't end the same
And you'll feel the flame
The potion was weak, make another antidote
Whats the science? why can't ya quote?
Elements for musical intelligence
Rhymes are irrelevant, no development
And that settles it
Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast
From the master that has to make musical massacre

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On The Run - Lyrics - 19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury - Naughty By Nature

Title: On The Run
Album: 19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): George Clinton, Keir Gist, James H Boxeley, Vincent Brown, Carlton Ridenhour, Hank Shocklee, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
No crooked cops, pass my pocket or my peoples
'Cause they evil to my people
Fuck procedure, hope that ass can spell illegal search and seizure
Banged before, ain't forgettin', go 'head start, all your crap
And get a boot from a lawsuit and a news conference at eleven

Routine stops, how often? Tri day before last week, word
Always tryin' to pull me over on these dark ass streets
Gave the war two blocks, two middle fingers like my nigga
Mr. Fuck-a-cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got

My boo stops for nathin', know that bonnie and Clyde
If that was then there'll be no Texas if you Tommy's inside
Chasin' cases got that badge and know you runnin' the place
But that ain't nar' a fuckin' reason, have them guns in my face

And your attitude's, like you ain't no had no nookie, go jerk off
Shit, get your sights, get off that rookie shit
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same thing we've done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

Hardcore on my block just because I'm black
'Cause I'm ghetto superstar you pull me out of my car
Well, motherfucker I'm not knowin' what they put in yo' ear
The only thing I'm transportin' is my naughty hear

No, I don't sell coke no mo', but still I make fast dough
By slangin' records by the millions, what you question me fo'?
Runnin' my plates, registration and insurance thus far
L X fo'-seventy's my company car

So next time you think about, pullin' over Uncle Vinnie
I'ma call Dan Nolan, sue your whole fuckin' city
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

So you won't, give the illy nones, like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge
Yeah, protect and serve that ass, with a Billy club
Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya
Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer

To put it plain I'm sick of ya, cherry tops are pitiful
Break bones and ligaments, can't fix it, so dig shit
To keep niggaz ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit
That's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit

Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
But they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two, who?
The block out thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too
Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules?

I got somethin' for those droppin' a loss
And somethin' else for all you faggots pullin' me out of my car
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run

I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run
I ain't the one, fuck that, get up, ah, get up, no get down
We'll just be niggaz on the run, I ain't the one

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Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad - Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

Title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad
Album: The Coming
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Wayne A. Notise, Jamal Phillips, Marlon King, Roger Mcnair, Keith Murray, George Spivey, Reggie Noble, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall

Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it
Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick
See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off
Gettin' they peeps fucked up 'cause they block is soft

As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin' off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme
I, I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme

Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin' dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin' but the real it's
Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song

I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up, do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome, piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops, I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin' Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until

You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock
Now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
Raw water turn sons to grandaughters

I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin' on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter

Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me, word up
You stupid niggaz always got somethin' smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA

My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere
Yeah yeah
Jump out and get it on right then and there
Whassup? Whassup?
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life
Word up, yeah, fuck your life
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
Fuck your life

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes

Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam, yo, I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein' me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Yo, I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin' sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors

My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked
A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back

For now and forever, it's the evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin' blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin' the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless

Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest lineups
On LSD fine fust in your sinus
Crush like China's, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts

Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin'
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin'

I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin' my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin' off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this, I recommend some
School for the blind by Helen Keller

Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six
So saty tuned

Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek

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Steve Biko (Stir It Up) - Lyrics - Midnight Marauders - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Steve Biko (Stir It Up)
Album: Midnight Marauders
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): John William Davis, Ali Muhammed, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
Linden Boulevard represent, represent
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant
My favorite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President

Rude boy composer step to me, you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there ain't no other
Trini-born black like Mia Long's grandmother

Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be a widow
Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar?
The five-foot Assassin knockin' fleas off his collar

Hip-hop scholar since bein knee-high to a duck
The height of Mugsy Bogues, complexion of a hockey puck
Better ask somebody on how we flip the script
Come to a tribe show and watch the three kids rip

Queens is in the house represent, represent
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
No tamin' of the style 'cuz it gets irreverent
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent

Here we go, you know that I'm the rebel
Throwin' out the wicked like God did the Devil
Funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me
We in like that, you're dead like Presley

When we comin' through, get tickets to see me
We work for the paper so there'll never be a preemie
Lyrics are abundant 'cuz we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cuz the music is the task

Valenzuela on the pitch, curve ball, catch it
I think I got it locked, just smooth while I latch it
Right now I must move with the quickness
Here comes Shaheed, so we must bear the witness

Stir it up
Stir it up
Stir it up
Steve Biko

Stir it up
Stir it up
Stir it up
Steve Biko

New York City represent, represent
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
The Dawg is scientific with the styles I invent
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent

MCs like to meddle but here's my proposition
I let my lyrics flow and jumped your whole position
I'm radical with this like the man this song is after
Your tip settle down, what's the reason for the laughter?

I really can't say, I guess I laugh to keep from cryin'
So much goin' on, people killin', people dyin'
But I won't dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental
Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental

I take it back, I'm the Indian giver
MCs take notes as I stand and deliver
Percussion isn't less, D's wear the vest
While they dodgin' bullets, you should be dodgin' Quest

Don't get me wrong, violence is not our forte
I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like Pele
Tip educate 'em, my rhymes are strictly taboo
Fill 'em with some fantasies and I'll look out like Tattoo

Okay, I am recognizing that the voice inside my head
Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind
Just clean out all of your ears
These are my views and you will find that

We revolutionize over the kick and the snare
The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear
Soon to be the continent and then the freakin' globe
There's room for it all as we mingle at the ball

We welcome competition 'cuz it doesn't make one lazy or worn
We gotta work hard, you know the damn card
Try to be the fattest is the level that we strive
Try to be the fattest also to stay alive

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