House Of Wax - Lyrics - Memory Almost Full - Paul Mccartney

Title: House Of Wax
Album: Memory Almost Full
Artist: Paul Mccartney
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney

Lyric:
Lightning hits the House of Wax
Poets spill out on the street
To set alight, the incomplete
Remainders of the future

Hidden in the yard
Hidden in the yard

Thunder drowns the trumpet's blast
Poets scatter through the night
But they can only dream of flight
Away from their confusion

Hidden in the yard
Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers
Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all

Lightning hits the House of Wax
Women scream and run around
To dance upon the battleground
Like wild, demented horses

Hidden in the yard
Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers
Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, hidden in the yard
Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers
Lay the answer to it all, all, all, all

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House And The Rising Son - Lyrics - House Of Pain - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Son
Album: House Of Pain
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, you know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback

I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And you don't quit, I say you don't quit
'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break

Like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The house of pain

Is kickin' up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door
Honey let me in

'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady
Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doolah
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler

Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make you drool, and play the fool
Snatch you by the ears, smack you up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer

Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jeda
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say haybee

Son'll be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey?

Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a perv
The dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello

The freakin' who's speakin', freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take you for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow
I tax that butt, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's what it is)

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A Little Of This - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: A Little Of This
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): Larry Mizell, Maxwell Dixon, Mark Sparks

Lyric:
Let's do it, yeah
Get down situation, get down, get down, no doubt '95
How we represent, come a kick it with

A little of this an' a little of that
A little of this an' a little of that
A little of this an' a little of that
A little of this an' a little of that

Check it, I get the gumptions to make your conjunction function
So honey, get it straight or be on your roller blades an' skate
My style switch fast like a rash, then it get you itchin'
My flow is crisp like the bucket full of Colonel's Chicken

I mold the beat like pottery
Lyrics flow like blood through the artery
With more rhymes then numbers in a lottery
You know my steelo have my doe an' wants me drop a flow
I wax it up an' make it shine like I was Mop 'N Glow

So come on, baby love, let's put it on, no fakin' moves
Let's flip a coin on it, heads, I win an' tails, you lose
Gotcha, Grand Puba comes with alladat
Because I got more game then quarters in the laundry mat

Uh, we keep it tight, the way it's suppose to be
While jealous snakes say
?Damn ma, you should've swallowed me?

No doubt 'cause we hit 'em with
A little of this an' a little of that
A little of this an' a little of that
A little of this, an' a little of that
A little of this, now a little of that

Dig it, I got to be one of the baddest brothers on the planet
I'm baggin' honies an' they all got bodies just like Janet
I play it safe, never takin' chickenheads for granted
I'm Superman an' Lois takes my rhymes to Daily Planet

I got more promise then timers who makes seamless muffins
I do more stickin' in chicken then Stove Top Stuffing
No doubt about it, hun, I hit from here to China
When I drop the D minor, watch me soggy your vagina

Grand Puba, Stud Doogie droppin' clonkite
Prefer the chocolate like the outside of a Klondike
That's how it go an' that's the way it's designed
So you can 'Stroke Me Down', I don't mind

We keep it tight an' that's the way it's suppose to be
While jealous snakes say
?Damn, ma, you should've swallowed me?

'Cause we hit her with
A little of this an' a little of that
A little of this an' a little of that
A little of this an' a little of that
A little of this an' a little of that

You gotta be that shit, the way it's designed
As we ease your mind in the 95 flavor
No doubt, no questions asked 'cause we fulfill that task
As we keep it real like Jill, youknowhatI'msayin'?
We gonna move it on for the year 2000 as we big up
All you New York City style squads in it to the fullest

Live your life, live your life
Live your life, live your life
Just live your life, live your life
No doubt, that's what we talkin' about

C'mon an' just get down with Grand Puba an' Stud Doogie
Just get down with Grand Puba an' Stud Doogie
Just get down with Grand Puba an' Stud Doogie
Just get down with Grand Puba an' Stud Doogie
Big Jeff in the house, the Neyru in the house
An' the K to the I to the D is in the house, 2000

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Quitter - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Quitter
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Yo, I dedicate to this to yo

To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart conditioning
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So, listen close to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay

I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect I pet you
(Boy)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
(C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you

Pecker wood mad cause his record went wood
No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good"

So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both
(Ha, ha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere

It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's trying to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So, you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea

Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear
(Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddy's nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of house of pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

You just a quitter, and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you
(I'ma kill you)

Yo heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke
And I'ma tell these motherfucking fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you

You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do!
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you oh-for-two

Back in ninety-four Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfucking DJ and stole him too
So, you fall in a slump and get all emotional

So, now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck cause now your music sucks dick
Mr. Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap
Quicker but never last, and Everlast is a

Aight listen so this is what we ask of our fans
(Look)
If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him

Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'

Shit in five years we'll all be eating at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch
Cleaning the toilets
Aiyyo fuck this, cut this shit off

Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker!

Hit 'Em Up
Kill Whitey! Hahaha
Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? What?
Kill Whitey! Yo, yo
Kill Whitey! Haha! Look

First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim but you Irish White
So fuck you fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight

Plus I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, forty and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em coming while you running out of breath
Steady ducking while I'm punching at your chest, you need to rest

Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three CD's, nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real MC's
Who ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks

I let you faggots know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight, haha
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know!

Grab 380's when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute
Honkey, I hit 'em up!

Hahaha, yo check this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots!

Yo! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's getting his ass floored for talkin back

Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaraunt, while I'm servin ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch

Ha ha, now we got the whole industry making fun of you Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? There's only one of you Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfucking Belle Isle Bridge

[Unverified]

Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still
This ain't no freestyle battle everlast getting' killed with his chest open
Tryin' to throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime

'Cause you suck motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' 'bout you packing pistols but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale

On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whipping tail, ha
Erik remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious you probably was gay, ha
Now it's all about country, you gave up Hip-Hop

Forty-nine thousand copies, the week your shit drop
While my sales making records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker I hit 'em up!

I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave., where bullets tear you in half
Fuck the music, we got an Uzi for all you fags
Get the shit out of our stereo, dilated you violated
Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches get your throats cut

What the fuck? Is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart

D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur
You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures

Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, aiyyo cut this shit off

Fuck him, that's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done, that's it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit
Mention my daughter's name in a song again you fuckin' punk, aiyyo

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House And The Rising Sun - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: House And The Rising Sun
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Jason Vasquez, Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you know I shave my shit
And ya don't quit, I say you don't quit

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme a break like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your door honey let me in
'Cause I'm down with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, young lady

Ain't nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You know that I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
You're soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son will be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque who's gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a prev

The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin' freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm readin'
I make more money than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess hall
And get your grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And take ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that but, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is

That's what it is y'all
That's what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is y'all
That's what it is

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Brothers On My Jock - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: Brothers On My Jock
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish J Smith

Lyric:
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel

Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel

So what cha saying

I go wild as I sip from a cold Lowenbrau
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder
Boom, did the bassline crank
From being rated R, from being top rank

I'm hard like an erection
Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections
So I grab a pen and pad, I'm back
To make a killer similar to a back stab

Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane
If I'm booty, then I've been framed
By an MC, who can't be the R E D
Fuck with me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy

By me and a tre-eight pistol
So vacate the premises
Or ask Mayday, Mayday for H E L P
Brothers tell me, I'm electrifyin' similar to round three

I don't brag and boast but smash and roast
MCs with degrees from here to the West Coast
I'm miracle with no abrakadaba
Piece of membranes will smash like crackers
Were they Ritz, Saltine or Town House

None of the above get caught with the roundhouse
Kick, black flip, semi full
My vocal chord prove my pull ain't bull
I'm down wit the Squad

No more than four to five brothers
Six or more, you seen got smothered
By a fist of fury, next is the verdict
Let's hear it from the jury

Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel

Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel

So what cha saying

I'm a nightmare to rappers, terror to an MC
Cold wreck, the nigga with the help of E-D
Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my dick
Master of disaster, no time for flicks
Straight up b-boy, Real McCoy like Bruce Leroy
Strap the bozack when I'm stabbin' a skeezoid

Gangsta rap, it's Daddy Mack with a bozack
Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack
So swing low and lick up balls
I'm like Schwarzenegger, correcting shit

In Total Re-call up E-D and the posse that's ten deep
To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin' MC
So step off 'cause she gets no props
So stick the fork in him, Redman 'cause he's done

Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel

Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel

So what cha saying

I'm E-D, I belong with the A-Team
A one man wreckin' machine by all means
Necessary, I destroyed on contact
No fear of getting killed 'cause I'm strapped
The Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet to creep
On my crew but you don't sleep

My mic is caffeine, similar to Maxwell
Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well
And you might get scared and spark a stove
'Cause I pack steel but hold on like En Vogue

My swiftness, I got a gift not for Christmas
God bless, mmm-hmm, can I get a witness
I'm fresh like a bag of Chips Ahoy
No toy, I'm a hardcore b-boy

Once again, I quote, I'm danger
I smoked Smokey the Bear, I killed the forest ranger
Poof, the fire's out and I'm gone
Peace to Mandela and Farrakhan

Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel

Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel
Brothers on my jock
For the way I hold a piece of steel

So what cha saying

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Queen Of The House - Lyrics - Jody Miller

Title: Queen Of The House
Artist: Jody Miller
Composer(s): M Taylor, R Miller

Lyric:
Up every day at six
Bacon and eggs to fix
Four kids from one to four
Pretty soon there'll be one more

I got old floors to wax and scrub
And there's a dirty old ring in the tub
I'll get a maid someday
But till then I'm queen of the house

No time to fix my hair
Need a new dress to wear
Old clothes will have to do
'Cause kids all need new shoes

I got bridge club each Tuesday night
He goes out with the boys and gets tight
But when the evening's through he comes a home
To the queen of the house

I know the milkman, the iceman they come every day
They give me tips on the horses to play
And when I got the time to spare
I sit and wish that I'd picked a rich millionaire

I sing up every day at six
Bacon and eggs to fix
Four kids from one to four
Pretty soon there'll be one more

Oh, by Sundays I'm mighty glad
We send the kids to his mom and dad
It's the day that makes me glad
I'm queen of the house

Up every day at six
Bacon and eggs to fix
Four kids from one to four
Pretty soon there'll be one more

By Sundays I'm mighty glad
We send the kids to his mom and dad
It's the day that makes me glad
I'm queen of the house

Up every day at six
Bacon and eggs to fix

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Sticky - Lyrics - Dance Hall Crashers

Title: Sticky
Artist: Dance Hall Crashers
Composer(s): Jason Hammon, Gavin Hammon, Karina Schwarz, Mikey Weiss, Scott Goodell, Elyse Rogers

Lyric:
Never mind the time when you were all alone
And I picked you up like a dirty bit of honey
Licked you clean and found a house of wax for you to stay
You set fire to it on your second full day

Then I thought that we had reached an understanding
Wouldn't find coal at the bottom of the stocking
Instead you swung it at my head and nearly knocked me dead
Thought about it while I sat there thinking, just bled

Pull the knife out of my back
Clean the blade and put it back
Pull the knife out of my back
Unless you're not quite done
Then go on and have more fun

I often think about the way that I will watch you die
It's kind of creepy but I'm looking forward to it
I'll probably try to linger over it a little while
You will fall down on your own knife and I'll just smile

Pull the knife out of my back
Clean the blade and put it back
Pull the knife out of my back
Unless you're not quite done
Then go on and have more fun

Two can play is really all that I have left to say
Your edge is getting dull, it's nearing time to sharpen
Get a mirror so that you can see what's gonna be
Afraid it's gonna look like untimely death to me

Pull the knife out of my back
Clean the blade and put it back
Pull the knife out of my back
Unless you're not quite done
Then go on and have more fun

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Free Mumia - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Free Mumia
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Hokiem Green, Vincent Morgan, Lawrence Parker

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Lyric:
Knowledge, where the people at?
Free Mumia, Channel Live
(KRS-One, come and represent)
(The wisdom)
Free Mumia

Everywhere I look there's another house negro
Talkin' about they people and how they should be equal
They talkin' but the conversation ain't goin' nowhere
You can't diss hip-hop, so don't you even go there
C. Delores Tucker, you wanna quote the scripture
Everytime you hear nigga, listen up sista

I met up with this girl named Delores, a prankster
I said, "I MC", she said, "You're a gangster"
But she was caught up, she hit the floor like a break dance
Wrapped her up like the arms in a B-boy stance

Recognize moms, I'm one of your sons, I'm hip-hop
In the form of Channel Live and KRS-One
Representin' MC's across America
She said, "You're the one who be causin' all that mass hysteria"

Wisdom shall come out of the mouths of babes and sucklings
But you blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge, ye shall surely be judged, you gets no love

She said, "I like it, that's why I jock it"
Then I said, "You only on my back because I fill brother's pockets"
Got 'em drivin' Benzes Jeeps and Rolls Royces
Attackin' me will leave youth with no voices

The choice is yours not mine, hang with me
I'll have you freestyle and bombin' graffiti
We can cut it up like like wax
Claimin' I, 'cause violence but America was violent before rap, fact

Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia

Wild recital, I kicks the vital, like the Final Call
As I watch, Babylon fall
I had to Rush Limbaugh, get that pig with an axe
Tuffy dips to the side, buckin' cannons that's phat

Because he censors the uses of the metaphor
You can get the dick bum up
Because it's you that brings the, real horrorcore
Expenditures forgettin', gut from the poor

Why sure, back before we were born they sold us out
Yeah, Dade Jackson we know what you about
You'se a slave Mason, not a free Mason
Before long the Goddess Tiamat through hip-hop you'll be facin'

Don't start me, 'cause I be the, lyricist
At the nineteen ninety-nine millennium party held at Giza
Sayin' he's a, fraud, oh my Goddess
Never in your life should you disrespect an artist

Instead, focus your attention on astronomy
And the up and coming, shift in the economy
If you can't do that, then heed the final call
To free Mumia, Abu-Jamal

Hate to be so rough, it could be the White Owls
House niggaz are full of crap, like my Colin Powell
Kickin' vowels, is how we relieve the tension
Until we start to bounce white people like suspension
(Revolution)

You paint the pictures, the black man on the corner
But tell me, who blew up Oklahoma?
The City, ain't no pity, for the beast
It's Hakim that voice from the East

Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia

Buck buck, buck buck buck
It sound like gunshots but it could be the plot
Of a chicken, definition, is what you're missin'
And listen to your children instead of dissin' 'em

Senator Dole doesn't understand the young people
Like they be sayin' want to, but we be sayin' wanna
They gettin' dumber every summer as they walk the rope
Maybe because they cannot understand the quotes

Word, in actuality, this Norman Bates mentality
Always seems to represent, minus three-sixty percent
For degrees full circle, dead from the purple
Rays of the sun, I gots melanin so check it

Bag your nuts quick or get sick from being naked
Suspect it, was it a means for the end
For just a few to drive the Benz while you eat the pigskins
Turned you into mannequins, 'cause the trick of technology

A revelation, revalations
Sensation gives me inspiration of revolution
That's my solution, there will be no sequels
I'm Audi hundred forty four thousand with my people

From Caligula to Hitler, now it's Schwartzeneggar
A lust for the violence is the science of their behavior
Who enslaved ya, but the God of virtuosity
(It's the Devil)
And of the world created, could it be mental sodomy

Got my mind twisted like the blades of fonta leaf
I sit in disbelief as he crawls underneath
The rock cock back the glock, 'cause I don't trust
The Devil, I rebel until Babylon is dust

Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia
Warner, Elektra, Atlantic equals WEA
Instead of fighting them why don't you go free Mumia

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Revolving Door - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Revolving Door
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur

Lyric:
Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

I live a life these player haters would love to be living
Since a kid I've been surround by beautiful women
And slippen' in them to win them the unforgiven
Still something's missing
'Cuz deep inside I'm suffering of a lonely hard condition

Wishen I could find a girl that would take me away
From the chaos of the city
And then everyday part that I play tell me why lay low
Why say no when I got girls serenading at my window

Ladies good to go we's major league the new breed no so so
Highly advanced they've got the game to get in any girls pants
And romance her stone 'cuz I more than hold my own
They call me Shifty Capone I make them moan

Yes I'm the one between the sheets I amaze and stun
Ain't no need for me to brag about the way that I'm hung
Let's just say I got the skills to get the flyest girl sprung
Or they'd take and make an older lady feel young

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

I keep my girls in rotation door rotating
You looking for a good time I'm always on vacation
You could stop by baby if you want to try your luck
But don't waste my time unless you're down to fuck
Unless your coming back for more well then you know what's up

You know the routine
Girl you're not the one you're just a one night fling
Some ass to hold casanova over over to the right girl pass
I wonder I could pass and I'll drop this lifestyle fast

'Cuz what I'm really looking for is the one that will last
And make my present past
My adolescence surpassed by the will to chill
I'm looking for some real in a world of fake ho's in high heels

I'll drop that hot wax on you nipples causing trouble
And when you ride me yo'll be throwing up that triple double
My sex drives kicking I'm sexually exploring
So many possibilities it seems my life can never get boring

'Cuz I ain't fucking around I'll run down the right way
I'll rock your world nightly so can I hit it lightly?
Yo girl I like it like that let me hit from the back
I'm a natural aphrodisic better know as a Mac

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

That's alright, now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

Now ladies come ladies go out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back most come back for more
I've got a house in the hills with a door that spins
Goes in and out out and in round and round again

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Still Standing - Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Title: Still Standing
Album: Dirty South Classics
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, D Sheats, T Burton, W Knighton, R Barnett

Lyric:
This for the soldiers, soldiers
Stay strong my niggaz
Gangsters, players
Stay up my niggaz, real niggaz

Leavin' the cut in a rage
Loadin' up my Mac, goin' to my crib, to get my 12 gauze
One of my boys just got shot, huh
Fuckin' around, in that million dollar spot

A educated brother didn't have no money for college he was taught
The street knowledge, part of the plan
To keep us fightin' in the street
Instead of becomin' a strong black man

Every two weeks I see Sam
Pitchin' out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Because I gotta make my dough
My kill, rocked down, 'til I started seein' cash flow

Everything happens for a reason, choose the season
To commit the perfect treason
Who brought me to the land, of unfree man?
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens

Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat, to Milledgeville
Nigga this real, how can you kill another
When it's your brother? Still standing

I never thought about, talked about what I did
Just experimented life as a young Gump
Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'
Spendin' hours at the house in my favorite chair

Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck
Feelin' stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary
If I ever had to plot again, needin' my stick
Yeah, gidgets to pidgits, moves to Philly and the crew?

Nothin' else to prove, fold a plot like chrome
Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room
Speed, Gipp got that too
Watch that dude, inspect that fool, still standing

Unscathed, cause this is pain
This for soldiers to feel
MC's, are running out of things to say
Radio stations are running out of songs to play

Still standing, unscathed, 'cause of pain
This for soldiers to feel
MC's, are running out of things to say
Radio stations are running out of songs to play

On the sick side, of South Central
33rd Avenue, block 600
Workers have wash and car details
The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale

Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up
What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered
They besieged, on the beats, Goodie MoB, run the creeps

Y'all can have the streets, asphalt caught many suckers
Slippin' on wet floors, we puttin' out the signs
On krokers, C I T Y, such a pity
Bein' suckled dry, like a newborn

On his momma's titty before I retired I hit twenty
True to cellulite with big room pesquite on the porch
Poundin', like cartoon Ennis, old school efforts
Through the Sunday down, Crenshaw sparkin'

Zoned out, off the ink, for life
Goin through time and metal detectors
I can't take my weapon
And I can't be no dope dealer

'Cause they be done put a hit out on a nigga, plus I can't keep up
With them keys, locked in the fo'-do'
Backseat drivers havin' out-of-body experiences
Wakin up, somewhere else, still standing

Yeah, each and every element that exists in this
Universe is manifested from a thought first
Through the inner mind's eye of the unseen power in the sky
Gave birth to Mother Earth and all it's worth to you and I

This most loved invention, my consciousness is an extension
Of Him, yet I'm flesh and bone with a mind of my own
To dig deeper than the surface, whether I learn
From your upcomings or your downfalls we all have individual purpose

It's amazing, how the streets do the majority of raising
Of children who end up dead before hearing what you said
And it's sad, so all I can write about is what I had
Interpretations of life good and bad with a pen and pad

It seems like abortion, when I just write a small portion
It's either crumpled up or torn without lettin the thought be born
Young minded, and blinded in those days, I didn't want to
Have a thought that I couldn't raise, nurture, and care for

Be there for, help prepare for, the times ahead
When someone doesn't agree with what is said, huh
And if they did, don't get all arrogant 'cause that's my kid
Just be thankful that it's good and somebody overstood

Now, the listener in here want the same flow but I gotta let it grow
Clever enough to let it go, if I don't wanna rap no mo'
And I'll make sure that no one ever forgets
It's immortalized forever, on wax CD's and cassettes

And when someone goes to the store and purchases it for ten
The life cycle starts all over again
And I was granted this music as my soul mate, to procreate
And give back what I was given, a life worth livin'

And I, am still standing, unscathed
Pain is for suckers to feel
MC's are running out of things to say, and
radio stations running out of songs to play, shit!

We still standing, unscathed
And pain is for suckers to feel, huh
And MC's running out of things to say

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She'S Never Comin' Back - Lyrics - Born & Raised In Black & White - Mark Collie

Title: She'S Never Comin' Back
Album: Born & Raised In Black & White
Artist: Mark Collie
Composer(s): Mark Collie, Gerry House

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Lyric:
She didn't pack a thing
She left her diamond ring on the soap dish by the sink
Now something tells me that it might be later than I think

Looks as if I'm gonna have to face the cold hard facts
Like the king of rock and roll, she's never comin' back

She's never comin' back, she's already spent
Like last week's pay, like next month's rent
She's gone, gone, gone like a sad, sad song
On a record made of wax, she's never comin' back, she's gone

I might have changed her mind, if I'd a had the time
But it wasn't meant to be
Now the love we made is just another page in history

I might as well admit it, why it's as plain as white and black
Like the drive-in picture show, she's never coming back

She's never comin' back, she's already spent
Like last week's pay, like next month's rent
She's gone, gone, gone like a sad, sad song
On a record made of wax, she's never comin' back

Just like a record made of wax, she's never comin' back

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Killer'S Lullaby (Nightmares On Wax Remix) - Lyrics - Faithless

Title: Killer'S Lullaby (Nightmares On Wax Remix)
Artist: Faithless
Composer(s): Rollo Armstrong, Max Fraser, Ayalah Bentovim

Lyric:
I'm sittin' at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate
Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak
Another train leavin' home
Conceding defeat with a low moan

Hangin' in a sky, made of stone
Everybody's leavin' home, I called my man Jerome
To come meet me in the twilight zone
Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone

I bought him coffee and a snack
Settled back, started speakin'
He was tweakin' with the peak of his cap
While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober
Not cover my mistakes
Try to maybe make sense of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear before your life disappear

Now it just gets worse, like my stomach will burst
Feel like I've been cursed
With seven centuries of bitter memories
And inadequacies, previous he's and she's
I'm movin' round this old house for the last time
Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes
Hearin' the chimes of the old clock that used to mock

You got eternity for takin' stock
This place is like a padlock
You look shocked
Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust
There's just us and I'm here to torment and tease
And that's how it was for centuries
Me and my memories, till you brought the keys

Took the couple of Saturdays
I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
Seven hundred years since I came here
You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
I couldn't get near
And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear
I was really cursed, thought I'd been through the worst part

That was just the first part, just the start
Every night I'd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart
In case the man she'd been chasin' gets to first base
And I just can't escape, I'm in bad shape
You making love to someone else is more than I can take
And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
Scream and yell, sinkin' deeper into my personal Hell

I'm getting heated, I'm sorry, have another coffee
I needed to release my sparrow chest
From just a piece of this pressure
Unless an escape route is found
I'm going down underground
Into lifetimes of pain, it's absurd
The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word
So I'm referred back to Hell, huh
Just as well, I hate needles an' get twinges
At the thought of syringes

J, I'm going insane with shame
I dream and watch her makin' love over and over again
With what I call a farmer's swain
Unintelligent, pea-brained retard who's dick is always hard
Oh God, of course I'm jealous, fellows
Oversexed flexing his pec's
Jesus, what's he going make her do next?
I'm mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest

You used to do that to me back in 1253
Pity me, while you lie with your lover
I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair
Unaware of who else is there
I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline
When dust move in the sunshine
So I'm tryin' to change, vibrate myself to near human pitch

Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched
And switch 'round the house in a blind rage
It took years and an ocean of tears
To find the key to this cage
And write another stage into a new age
It's difficult to gauge
But I know that I'll see you again, on that you may depend
I just don't know how or when
Sleep on, my lost love on gone

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Time Is Too Expensive - Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Title: Time Is Too Expensive
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Composer(s): Teren Delvon Jones

Lyric:
Time is too expensive
Time is too expensive
Time is too expensive
Time is too expensive

Too expensive, it's too expensive
Too expensive, you know what?
Time is of the essence
Too expensive, too expensive

You know what yo? Time is of the essence
Whacha say, whacha say, whacha say now?
Whacha say, whacha say now?
You know what? Time is of the essence

My vast knowledge of rhyme is past college
Blast, demolish, polish off all enemies
I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia
Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin' dead like necrophilia

You know the thing, chocolate like Ovaltine
Comin' down on the mic like eggs from ovaries
Monarchal metaphor, malevolent with settlements
Maniacal when Hiero flow, unstoppable and chock full

Of funk the freak, so fuck the foreplay
Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain
The diagnosis, the show business bogus
My lyrics lash out, like I was throwin' stones in a glass house

Rappers pass out, ass out
And anyone left on the scene who has doubts
Y'all fools ain't got no nuts, I'm doin' donuts
Slow up whoever show up, I'm too robust, so what?

I'm invincible invisible lyrics
Original origin unknown from here on in
Uncommon dominating hip hop
Permeating every portal with mortals

More flows heaven scent, microphone etiquette
And lyrics up for your goblin and kill the novice
I write bad subjects like the Hobbit
And on to the next phase before you try to rob it

You know, D E L, yeah

Time is too expensive
Time is too expensive
It's too expensive, it's too expensive
It's too expensive, you know what?

Time is of the essence
Whacha say, whacha say, whacha say now?
Whacha say, whacha say now?
You know what? Time is of the essence

Supreme MC's reach out when I'm on top
Catch altitude sickness not to use fitness
In front of witnesses get with this fetch the funk
While I test the skunk, see I will caress the blunt

Come step through the flames of Hades or remain a lady
Rhymes infectious as rabies, Deltron, hell on earth
Prevailing, curtailing, you're shattered with data
Directed, my method, hectic, try and dissect it

Next shit, hydrauling we're calling you out, I rap with accuracy
I'm sick of fools actin' like they blacker than me
Y' know, usually bourgeois
We a new breed of MC remedy

For inner street jerks who wanna flirt with our sound
But ain't really down, silly clowns
Barnum and Bailey rejects
Press eject on defects

These threats delivered signed and sealed by the Delmeister
German for master, burnin' the blasphemous
Whatever you ask of us gets fulfilled, non-linear
You couldn't find a flow friendlier or even similar

With beats that knock, those who cock block
Transport 'em to the chop shop
Operation X 'cause we often facin' death
And fake ass players are lost and wastin' breath

Time is too expensive
Too expensive
It's too expensive, so expensive
Time is of the essence

Lyrical master, turnin' mic sessions to disaster areas
I'll wax your derriere
Disable MC's with fatal degrees and flows
Flamboyant flamin' fools like mesquite, let's eat

These barbecues are for you
Were are the few, the proud, the Hieroglyphics
Microphone moguls with code words and hand signals
For Negros, Spanish for black

I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline
Where you can order rhymes
Never monochromatic, y'all know the habits of Del
Talented, creating lyrical Gallaghers

Highest caliber, hip hop puritan, throw my voice like Surrican
Or ventriloquists, until it sit in your cerebrum, I need them
Through the medium of music, too sick
The ratio is glacier, Gigantor

My flow is lighter fluid, you'll need a higher druid
Magicians and Mages, superb my primal rage is
My styles all over the place, disease contagious
And treacherous, what? Like Mussolini, uh, huh

But cooler than Fonzarelli eating fussilli
With roots in hip-hop goin' back to Whodini
Who see me, no eyes, your style is corny like bow ties
No fries, keep that shake for a keep sake

As well as patented Del hysteria
Malaria area, 88 bait for bitin' MC's
They're bitin' to see, see that's like a likin' disease
My time is up, I take my mic and I leave, ha ha

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Relax And Take Note - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Relax And Take Note
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Al L Green, Patrick Houston, Lenny Mollings, Osten S Harvey, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Marshall Mathers, Marlon J Goodwin, Johnny Mollings

Lyric:
Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

M E M P H I S
I'mma rep this hurr 'til I walk up on death
My demise ain't here, don't hold your breath
Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin' like a chef

Purple kushes, my *** wax off they *** bushes
Eat ** like it's delicious and grant a pimp wishes
She dig my country talkin', she say I sound funny
Embassy suites sittin' on the bed countin' money

Illegal hustlin', dirty money mustlin'
Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin'
Look at my face you can tell I seen both of 'em
I stick in move, do my biz get my doe and dip

My chronic habit heavy weed man in every city
My money big so my airplane il bitty
Major visibility, bad boy lieutenant
Black Phantom wit the black guts and I'm in it

Relax and take notes while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Relax and take notes while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

*** it I'mma blast off, take my mask off
Blow ya *** *** off, give me the cash cause
M J G not playin' no games
If you not speakin' good don't be sayin' my name

*** no it ain't okay wit you within a day or two
I'mma track you down and pull a *** rapper root
Ain't no way you *** can hide
I can get you in the house, I can get you outside

I'mma load da pump up, lay down jump up
Surprise everybody fittin' to help me wit my come up
Damn I done made, all of y'all *** ya jeans
This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean

You all bootleggin' *** you?s a knock off, a imitation
Local ass kingpin *** wit a limitation
You don't want no drama wit me
'Cause I got da ghost of Jeffrey Dona wit me

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Suckas wanna see me fall, fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dawg, Project Pat?ll play it slick
Flick when I'm in the ride nine million homicide
Done when ya come wrong, shoot suckas in tha Dome

Always about the cheese didn't wanna go there
He don't wanna pay me where he stay lets roll there
What's crooked as a crooked letter hump back, hump back
Soda cook the dope together jump back, jump back

Meet any weather cock it pump back, pump back
If ya bust it first I'mma dump back, dump back
Down South we gon' hustle to the roster crow
My nose runnin' still 'cause a *** used to ***

If pockets low I'll let ya know, don't turn around
A hair trigger that'll bust, don't make a sound
I'mma tell ya what to do, lay it on the ground
Don't be hesitatin' fool, before I blow you down

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***

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Relax And Take Notes - Lyrics - Ridin High - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Relax And Take Notes
Album: Ridin High
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Al L Green, Patrick Houston, Lenny Mollings, Osten S Harvey, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Marshall Mathers, Marlon J Goodwin, Johnny Mollings

Lyric:
Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

M E M P H I S
I'mma rep this hurr 'til I walk up on death
My demise ain't here, don't hold your breath
Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin' like a chef

Purple kushes, my *** wax off they *** bushes
Eat ** like it's delicious and grant a pimp wishes
She dig my country talkin', she say I sound funny
Embassy suites sittin' on the bed countin' money

Illegal hustlin', dirty money mustlin'
Spend it like I never saw a day of pain or sufferin'
Look at my face you can tell I seen both of 'em
I stick in move, do my biz get my doe and dip

My chronic habit heavy weed man in every city
My money big so my airplane il bitty
Major visibility, bad boy lieutenant
Black Phantom wit the black guts and I'm in it

Relax and take notes while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Relax and take notes while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

*** it I'mma blast off, take my mask off
Blow ya *** *** off, give me the cash cause
M J G not playin' no games
If you not speakin' good don't be sayin' my name

*** no it ain't okay wit you within a day or two
I'mma track you down and pull a *** rapper root
Ain't no way you *** can hide
I can get you in the house, I can get you outside

I'mma load da pump up, lay down jump up
Surprise everybody fittin' to help me wit my come up
Damn I done made, all of y'all *** ya jeans
This look, like it might be a job for Mr. Clean

You all bootleggin' *** you?s a knock off, a imitation
Local ass kingpin *** wit a limitation
You don't want no drama wit me
'Cause I got da ghost of Jeffrey Dona wit me

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Suckas wanna see me fall, fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dawg, Project Pat?ll play it slick
Flick when I'm in the ride nine million homicide
Done when ya come wrong, shoot suckas in tha Dome

Always about the cheese didn't wanna go there
He don't wanna pay me where he stay lets roll there
What's crooked as a crooked letter hump back, hump back
Soda cook the dope together jump back, jump back

Meet any weather cock it pump back, pump back
If ya bust it first I'mma dump back, dump back
Down South we gon' hustle to the roster crow
My nose runnin' still 'cause a *** used to ***

If pockets low I'll let ya know, don't turn around
A hair trigger that'll bust, don't make a sound
I'mma tell ya what to do, lay it on the ground
Don't be hesitatin' fool, before I blow you down

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***
I just want the paper, I just want the paper
I just want the paper, I just want the paper

Relax and take notes w-w-while I take *** of the marijuana
S*****, relax and take notes *** ***, *** ***

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