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Friday, August 13, 2010

If'N I Was God - Lyrics - Michael Jackson

Title: If'N I Was God
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Robert Sherman, Richard Sherman

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Lyric:
If n' I was God, well, just for spite
I wouldn't set the sun at night
'Til everyone was treated right
By everyone else they see

If' n' I was God, I'd fix it so without explaining
Folks who would know, they'd know
What's going on inside
Of everyone else like me

Nobody hurt nobody else
Oh no, I wouldn't let it be
Nobody have a need to pray
Except for thanking me

If n' I was God, I'd make us wise
So everyone could realize
That everywhere beneath the sun
Everyone needs, everyone

And God that in heaven I would do
If n' I were You

If n' I was God, I'd make us wise
Everybody touch everybody's hand
Reach out and touch somebody's hand

You got to, you got to love everybody
You got to, you got to love everybody
You got to, you got to love everybody
You got to, you got to love everybody

You got to, you got to, you got to love everybody
You got to love everybody
You got to, you got to love everybody
Come everybody, come on, come on

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

God'S Own Drunk - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: God'S Own Drunk
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Lord Buckley

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Lyric:
Well, like to explain to you all before
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I promised my brother in-law that I'd go up watch his still
While he went in to town to vote
It was right up on the mountain
Where the map said it would be
Friends let me tell you one thing
Though it wasn't no ordinary still
It stood up on that mountainside
Like a hugh golden opal

God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens
Like I explain'd to you once before I ain't no drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
Like honey dew vine water

And I took another slash
Took another'n an another'n an another'n
For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit
And commenced to gettin' hot flashes
Goose pimples was runnin' up and down my body
And a feelin' came over me
Like somethin' I'd never experienced before
It was like, like I was in love
In love for the first time, with anything that moved
Animate, inanimate it didn't matter
It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on an' off
In my brain sayin' "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'"
'Cause I was drunk
I wasn't knee crawlin', slip slidin', Reggie Youngin'
Commode huggin' drunk

I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout nineteen feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
Expectin' me to do one of two things
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up

He started sniffin' around my body tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes
Was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up

So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
Every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know you got a lot of friends over there
On the other side of the hill
There's ole' rare bear, tall bear, Freddy bear, Kelly bear
Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear
Pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each and everyone of them
Like a brother and a sister

But if they give me any trouble tonight
I'm gonna run every God damn one of them off the hill"
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said "Mr. Bear, You know in the eyes of the Lord
We're both beasts when it comes right down to it

So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy bear"
So I took ole' buddy bear by his island size paw
And I led him over to the still
He's a sniffin' around that thing cause
He's smellin' somethin' good
I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water
He downed it up right
Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus

Sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight
I gave him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
And commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt
It was so simple like the jitter bug
It plum evaded me

We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside
And I laid down and went to sleep
Slept for four hours and dreampt me some tremulous dreams
When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon
Shinin' on the clear cool evenin'

God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off
In the heavens
My buddy the bear was a missin'
Want to know something else friends and neighbors
So was that still

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Niggonometry - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Niggonometry
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, P Harvey, Willie Hutch

Lyric:
N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
(Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry)

N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
(Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry)

Now if a bitch sucks yo' dick, for five dollars per square inch
And gets forty dollars, includin' a five dollar tip
How big was the dick she just sucked?
(Say what?)
Say how big was the dick she just sucked?
(What?)

If you a nigga with a watch, that's iced out
With enough rocks to make the hottest room temperature drop
How long will it take for you to get robbed?
(Say what?)
How long will it be before you get robbed?
(What?)

Now if your song played on the radio for the first time
Four days ago, now the shit is rotational
Who got paid off to play it?
(I ain't scared to say it)
Say who the fuck got paid off to play it?
(I ain't scared to say shit)

If you sign a recordin' deal for less than a quarter mill'
And your advance is a hundred-thousand dollar automobile
I know the vehicle was probably beautiful
(Yeah, it's tight)
But did you ask your lawyer if it was recoupable?
It's Nigganometry

N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
(Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry)

N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
N, I, G G, A
(Nometry)
(Nigganometry, nigga-nom-nom-nometry)

You had five shots of coke and vodka, then you convinced
Your designated driver to smoke a pound of marijuana
How the hell you gonna get home?
Say how the fuck you gonna drive yourself home?

You got a mansion, a Benz, a Bentley and a Range
And ain't none of that shit in your government name
What pieces of property do you own?
(You don't own nothin')
What pieces of property do you really own?
You don't own a god damn thing, nigguh

Now if you take a glass of water then add two cubes of ice
You should see the cup's water level slightly rise, right?
You need to watch what I'ma show you
(Watch this)
You need to look closely at what I'ma show you
(Listen to this right here)

If you remove every living animal out of the sea
Then wouldn't the world's ocean water level decrease?
This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water
(That was deep)
This means the planet wasn't three-quarters water
(That shit was deep)
It's Nigganometry

[Unverified]

Hey, I've been sitting here trying to think
Of what we can do with this here letter L

F, U, C, K, L L

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

If I Fall - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: If I Fall
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): C Scruggs, S Howse, B Mccane, A Henderson, Tim Middleton

Lyric:
Indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

I said, indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

With the everyday bullshit I be goin' thru
I be hopin' just to make it thru another day
Lookin' for another way
To live my life in peace, get away

I stay high with my gun, paranoid so if they come
Then I dump, dump, dump
That's really all that I got for ya
This life is crazy, I might go crazy, if I'm down

Don't let 'em break me, so I stop and I pray to God
Oh Lord, forgive me for my worldly lies
And help me thru this pain of mine
Pray and I pray, I pray

That I can just see the light
And fly away, away, away, away
But I know, I can call on You when I'm all alone
Whenever I fall, I fall, I fall

Indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

I said, indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

Situations got me thinkin' was it worth this
And then I got to thinkin' 'cause I love this
Stay down, it'll work itself in time
Don't be misled by these troubles in life

Everybody wants that miracle
Just so far from where will it go
If it's meant to be then it'll come for sure, for sure
And I know, I know, it gets hard sometimes

But don't you give up, it's gonna be better times
If you believe, just believe
It's no tellin' what you'll receive
Livin' proof, look at me, look at me, look at me

And ya gotta love this gift that we been blessed with, I do
Number one and can't nobody touch this, ya know
Gotta hit my knees and let Him know
I thank You, without You, where would I be, where would I go

Indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

I said, indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

Ain't no tellin' what this life bound to bring
One day ya here, the next day ya gone
That's why I try to live right
Don't wanna live wrong

Ain't no guarantee if ya gone make it home
What go around come around
Everybody know that it's real when you speakin' the kharma
So do unto others like you wanna be done
Like Mary J, no more drama

I'm a paper chaser, believe that
On the ground where I plant my feet at
If it's not about money I don't need that
You can keep that gossip, can't you see that

Stay locked on my mission
'Cause most of these niggaz in the world
Ain't thinkin' 'bout the future, young black entrepreneur
And I'm out to get more, so baby open the door

They gotta let me in, 'cause again and again
I done said that I was gone get dollars
If it's not about cheese, I'll holla
Fuckin' with a nigga that'a way too polished

If the road get rough, I'ma stand my ground
Keep my faith and call on the Lord
And I don't have to worry no more
Even if I fall

Indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

I said, indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

I'ma be a soldier, ready for gunshots
For the day I see Jehovah
You think you know us
Nigga though you don't so

Don't think that I made it just 'cause crossroads
Little measly Grammy ain't did nothin' for my family
No artist is that fast and scared to tell the truth
And the hardest niggas I see is raisin' they youth

Little food for thought since all of y'all bullshittin', admit it
You say anything uplifting, it'll be distance
To the kids that used to listen to ya
[Incomprehensible]
Anglo-saxon essence of abuse you're better alive

County or prison met solid kitchen
Better survive in your own trinity, prison
Infinity's waitin' on ya, baby
Swallow your pride and maybe you'll ride

Indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

I said, indeed if I fall, every time I'm fallin', fallin'
There's no doubt, God helps me rise
That He do, that He do

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

I Know I Can - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: I Know I Can
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Roy Hammond, Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi

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Lyric:
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

Baby, boys and girls listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice

Like, I met a woman who's becomin a star
She was very beautiful, leavi'n people in awe
Singin' songs, Leena Hawn
But the younger version hung with the wrong person

Got her strung on the sniffin' up drugs all in the nose
Could have died so young, now looks ugly and old
No fun 'cuz now when she reaches for hugs
People hold their ground 'cuz she smells of corrosion and death

Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
'Cuz they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how
Put your hands in the air and take a bow

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

Baby, boys and girls listen again
This is for grown lookin' girls who only 10
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be

Up in the club with fake ID's
Careful 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host a TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide

Be careful, some men be rapists, so act your age
Don't pretend to be older than you are
Give yourself time to grow
You thinkin' he can give you wealth

But so young boys you can use a lotta help you know
You thinkin' life's all about smokin' and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write
Beggin' different women for a place to sleep at night

Smart boys turn 'em in and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve
Then say it like this

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

Baby, 'fore we came to this country we were kings and queens
Never porch monkeys, there was empires and Africa called Kush
Timbuktu where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian, Arabs and gave them gold

When gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred

Africa was almost robbed naked, savery was money
So they began makin' slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was shocked at the mountains with black faces

Shot up their nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today you see
If the truth is told the youth can grow
Can learn to survive until they gain control

Nobody says you hafta be gangstas
Read more, learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children do your thing
Hold your head up little man

You're a king
Young princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man is sayin, "She's my queen"

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

Save the music ya'll
Save the music ya'll
Save the music ya'll
Save the music ya'll
Save the music

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Like Father Like Son - Lyrics - Like Father, Like Son - Birdman

Title: Like Father Like Son
Album: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Tmix B Williams, D Carter

Lyric:
There ain't no love
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like, like, like, like, like, like father, like, like father like son n****)
Father, father, father like son

There ain't no love
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like, like, like, like, like, like father, like, like father like son)
Father, father, father like son

Yeah, I'll filthy rich wit quarter keys in the kitchen on 'em
The block is hot, but we still out here gettin' it on 'em
And keep a tool every time we hit these streets
'Cause these n***** act a fool and we'll be quick to put it on 'em

Them tear drops homey we so not
The n**** the f*** wit 'cause we will pop
Forty cal keep it cocked n*** ready to block
Keep the gun, the extra clip homey that's how we rock

And like father like son daddy we don't borrow
We stay on the grind homey 'cause we grind harder
And f***** wit me homey you won't like
You'll be the next T-shirt, we ya hood all night

We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes
We do this state to state thing and cheat the price
And Rufus came home and I told him to shave
But he was tellin' me 'bout these p**** n***** back in the 80's, baby

There ain't no love
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like, like, like, like, like, like father, like, like father like son n****)
Father, father, father like son

There ain't no love
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like, like, like, like, like, like father, like, like father like son)
Father, father, father like son

Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven
He was my teacher so I was like f*** the lesson
He was my preacher so I was like f*** the reverend
My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil

My mother Cita now say that he was sent from Heaven
So I take heed to every single word that he tell me
And I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me, young stunna

Yeah, I'm out here homey pitchin' the game
And yes I do the whole thang, n*** give me my change
Yes, we do them old thangs out the brand new range
Lil' n*** like his father homey doing his thang

We keep the gun for paper, homey aimed and cocked
Every n**** I'm my circle homey ready to pop
We be ridin' drops tops that's just how we rock
And I'll be rollin' in the Phantom through my uptown blocks, ***

There ain't no love
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like, like, like, like, like, like father, like, like father like son n****)
Father, father, father like son

There ain't no love
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like, like, like, like, like, like father, like, like father like son n****)
Father, father, father like son

Look, Birdman Jr. *** the world pops
And we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops
Stay strapped and laced like girls socks
Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake

Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sippin' on wooey when we thirsty
Ya know, I do believe the money's cursed me
So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me, huh

Lil' Wizzle but you b****** call me first place
And poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase
I put you n***** in the closet, in the shirt space
You n***** is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face

Worst case senario, burial
Two tone Carera like mascara, uh
That G-4 take ya boi where ever
Like father, like son the era, n****

There ain't no love
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like, like, like, like, like, like father, like, like father like son n****)
Father, father, father like son

There ain't no love
(Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like father like son n****)
Like the love of a daddy
(Like, like, like, like, like, like father, like, like father like son n****)
Father, father, father like son

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Kept It Too Real - Lyrics - The Real Testament - Plies

Title: Kept It Too Real
Album: The Real Testament
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Algernod L Washington

Lyric:
It?s amazin? to me, homie, that *** you *** with, dawg
You don?t know the truth ?bout these *** until y?all fall out, homie
The more you show a ***
The more dangerous he become to you, homie

I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You talkin? *** but you don?t understand what real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real

I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You talkin? *** but you don?t understand what real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real

We busted *** at *** laid in bushes together
You had me fooled, dawg, I thought you was my ***
Woulda did a 100 years for you ?cause I *** with you
You taught me what a good heart in these streets would get a ***

Not a mother*** thing but a sad picture
Hurt me when I found out you had *** in your heart ***
I never thought I?d say it but mother*** a friend
?Cause your dawg be the one that cross you in the end

The *** I know now wish I?d done knew it back then
But goin? through it with a *** is what make a man
I treated your *** better than I did my own kin
When a *** locked up or broke
That?s when they claim they love you then

I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You talkin? *** but you don?t understand what real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real

I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You talkin? *** but you don?t understand what real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real

What was mine was yours but what yours wasn?t mine
If a *** woulda told me you was flaw I woulda thought he was lyin?
But every *** gon? show his hand in due time
I kept it so mother*** real with you that I was blind

?Cause I was too busy showin' love, I ain?t see the signs
When you needed me *** I came through every time
Whether you was right or wrong *** I was ridin?
But you envied me *** in the back of your mind

You wasn?t a 100 *** you was real part time
I broke you off when them *** wouldn?t give you a dime
Ain?t owe you *** I just wanted to see you shine
You never gave me *** I had my own grind

And I ain?t need your *** I had my own ***
I?m a 100 *** I done did me and your time
You can?t trust your own homies, who the *** can you trust?
I got my broad and my *** so to me that?s enough

I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You talkin? *** but you don?t understand what real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real

I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You talkin? *** but you don?t understand what real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real

And God ain?t makin' you *** like He used to
A *** believe it?s *** now before he believe you
And ?cause you thug with a *** don?t mean the love true
It used to matter what you and your *** done been through

*** be your dawg one day and turn *** out the blue
A *** gon? do what a *** gon? do
Better off runnin? by yourself if you only knew
Don?t mean that *** a hunter ?cause he'll *** shoot

And money don?t mean you real ?cause he got loot
If a *** heart ain?t right no tellin? what he'll do
And real *** extinct, it?s only a *** few
?Cause 99 percent of these *** ain?t true

I broke bread with you *** showed you where I lived
You talkin? *** but you don?t understand what real is
When it came to you *** I woulda killed
But it was my fault *** I kept it too real

Aye, my *** I wanna thank all the ***
Who I thought was real
*** who I thought was my mother*** homeboys
I salute you *** homie

?Cause if it weren?t for you ***
I?d still be showin? love right now, dawg
I?d still be walkin' through this mother*** blind

But it?s some?n that y?all *** taught me ***
That it?s your homies
That try you to mother*** you most

Then the *** who you can lay on some dawg
And they feel like they ain?t got and never give it back
?Cause they your mother*** dawg

Then the *** who can be tied down and locked up ***
And you can take care of them *** for two, three years ***
And soon as them *** get out, dawg
They go *** with the *** who ain?t never gave ?em that ***

Go run back to the same *** who ain?t never did none for ?em
While they was locked up, homie
I thank you *** I salute you ***

And with all that said ***
I want tell you one thing before I go, homie
God bless you ***

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Monday, August 9, 2010

I'D Be Lying - Lyrics - Chris Cagle - Chris Cagle

Title: I'D Be Lying
Album: Chris Cagle
Artist: Chris Cagle
Composer(s): David Banning, Christopher N Cagle

Lyric:
If I told you I was wrong
And wanted you to come back home, I'd be lying
And if I said that we could work it out
And you shouldn't have any doubts, I'd be lying

And if I got down on my knees
In front of God above
And swore before the angels
I'd give you my love

I'd be lying next to you tonight
Holding on with my whole life
Right back, where I belong
Looking deep into your eyes
Man enough to realize
Yeah honey, I was wrong

If I could swallow my pride
And put myself in your shoes
And tell you that I understand
Why you feel the way you do
Then baby, I'd be lying
I'd be lying next to you

And if I told you that I loved you
And I put no one else above you, I'd be lying
And if I said that you're the one for me
And I'd never set you free, I'd be lying

And if I somehow found the strength
To knock on your front door
And tell you face to face
"I won't hurt you anymore"

Then I'd be lying next to you tonight
Holding on with my whole life
Right back, where I belong
Looking deep into your eyes
Man enough to realize
Yeah honey, I was wrong

If I could swallow my pride
And put myself in your shoes
And tell you that I understand
Why you feel the way you do
Then baby, I'd be lying
I'd be lying next to you

If I could swallow my pride
And put myself in your shoes
And tell you that I understand
Why you feel the way you do
Then baby, I'd be lying
I'd be lying next to you, next to you

If I told you I was wrong
If I said that we could work it out
If I got down on my knees
Oh baby, I'd be lying, lying next to you

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Give 'Em Hell - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Give 'Em Hell
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Kevin Gilliam, Coi Mattison, Chester Jennings, Talib Kweli Greene, Al Green, Terrace Martin

Lyric:
We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell

Every Sunday dressin' up, catchin' gossip at its worst
Couldn't see the difference in the Baptist and the Catholic Church
Caught up in the rapture of the First Chapter and Second Verse
If we all God's children then what's the word of the reverend worth

Taught early that faith is blind like justice when you facin' time
If we all made in God's image then that means his face is mine
Wait or it's that blasphemy, it's logical it has to be
If I don't look like my father then the way I live is bastardly

Naturally that's confusion to a young'n tryin' to follow Christ
Taught that if you don't know Jesus then you lead a hollow life
Never question the fact that Jesus was Jewish not a Christian
Or that Christianity was law accordin' to politicians

Who was King James, and why did he think it was so vital
To remove chapters and make his own version of the Bible?
They say Hell is underground and Heaven is in the sky
And they say that's where you go when you die
But how they know?

We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us

I've been to many churches, I've quoted many verses
I've dealt with my base self, I controlled my many urges
I used to study my lessons, it was a blessin' not a curse
I learned that heaven and hell exist right here on Earth, word

Studied with Rastafarians and learned from the dreads
That Hell is called Babylon
And that's where them crazy boarheads dwell
They got us thinkin' that Muslims like to make bombs
But real Muslims believe in paradise and the resist the Shaitan

So it all sound the same to me, that's why when they say
One is right and the other is wrong, it just sound like game to me
It's like God skipped past the church and came to me
No, that ain't vain to me
It's just a particular way that I came to see

The difference between those who claim to be
Religious and those that say they spiritual and recognize
That life is full of miracles, you could see my glow in a rhyme
The poem divine 'cause it coincide with a grow in the time
That those who lookin' for God knowin' to go inside

We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup

Livin' in mass confusion, lookin' for absolution
The gas induces psychopath, produce the last solution
Based on his interpretation of what the words were sayin'
Tryin' to get to God but ended up doin' the work of Satan

Religion create division, make the Muslim hate the Christian
Make the Christian hate the Jew
Make the rules of faith that you condition to
And gotta to follow and God forbid you go to Hell
But if you ever walked through any ghetto
Then you know it well

[Incomprehensible] after me
Preacher says, he's blasphemy
I say there's gotta be a better explanation

[Incomprehensible] you
I pray that God hears you
Take one look at your rear view
And if you see what I see
[Incomprehensible]

We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

It's all goin' to hell
It's all goin' to hell
Yup, we livin' in hell
Yup, they givin' us hell

We know that what we reap we sow
But we forget how low we can go
You think it's bad here on Earth
But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell

Hell, hell, hell, hell
Hell, hell, hell
We know that what we reap we sow

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Now - Lyrics - Coming of Age - Memphis Bleek

Title: Now
Album: Coming of Age
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Malcolm Selwyn Byer, Malik Deshawn Cox

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Lyric:
I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

Far from reaper humbo meat now
Fuck with the winners, bitches listen when I speak
Got on some rap shit, find it hard to creep
Now I'm on point and move deep more relete
Could clap you but ain't nothing like a beat down
We swept down these streets now like community service
Reach your faith, face defeat now, we hipodermic
Get in your skin niggas, want beef now?
Bring it on when we born, ain't no rebound

The war on son, no time for sleep now
Get your guns, no surrender, no retreat
Now you violated dog blood, got alete
Your whole life is down hill in type
Deep down, it's deep now, watch and separate
The wolf from the sheep now
May you rest ever last in peace regions compete
This year is our year knowledge

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough
Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt
In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a message
Let for shots sneak out front, I don't hesitate to reach now
You think you nice but your dealer
Your contract can con preach now
Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now
Catch me in the park after dark with seats down

I was known for enemy layin' your feet down
Now I'm known for shit, one hundred degrees
Now my style use to be just sick but it's disease
Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now
Death to enemy's, life to the family, peace to my killers up north
Who ever ran with me, I'm still moving with the canners G
For the money, there no problem pleadin' the asanding

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now
Belly, but I'm still starve, can I eat now, live complete?
Now, told by the older God never put the heat down

Yo, never put the heat down, creep without a three pound
Roll deep now, speak with a street sound, who fuckin' with Bleek
Now seeing me don't eat, how I take from the fradout
I'm looking, pass trial, blast out if they ever rush the crack house
Throw the stash out, blow the spot, pull a path out, leave no evidence
Gettin' caught that arellvne sitt'n in the system with some drugs
I can't settle it, my belly full now, so I went thorough hood now
Look good now, old beef is cook now, in other words shook now
I put my thing down, Bleek still aim wild and slang vows

I remain brave child through a bangout smoke and hangout
I duck thieves and play cops game
Hot bubble, hard jungle, scar them, cat moving the cocaine
I went the thug route, my eight the snug route, ten in my truckout
Old drum, I bluff out no gun, in curse words got you niggas
'Cuz I heard, heard and it's first, I'm a cat who get my money right
'Cuz ain't fun in life, if you runnin', I'm runnin' lite in the black V
Find a rapper who can match Bleek, sent him to the brooks
(Brooklyn)
I'm show 'em where the gats be, mothersfucker

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Z - If I Should Die - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - If I Should Die
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Malcolm Byer, Shawn Carter, Kaseem Dean, N Leguerre

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Lyric:
Come on, life, death
Here, gone, yo

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa

Skated through with the Cesar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail

Rhymes still written well hold court in the street
Never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail
Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck
Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me

Everybody around us become one for that day
To live life get your shit right and play
Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's okay
But life's short don't miss a day uh

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

Don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep gettin' it on my niggas, say word is bond my niggas

I got a lot to look back on in '88
Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on
Gettin' shorties like a thespian
Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that

Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks and pulled the root out
Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts
Been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat
Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets

I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill
Like is that mystery God real? And how was Kennedy killed?
I ain't mad, I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas
With Latifah broke the code of Geneva

I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the
Cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker
Then it's on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son and tell him never have a friend

Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid
Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker
Never shed tears cry liquor my nigga

If I die don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep bangin' these songs my niggas
Say word is bond my niggas, if I die

Don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone live on my niggas
Just follow my path my niggas
Say word to Half my nigga

I'm the aftermath of pleasure never die alone
Born to live forever through life's struggles
I cut corners and took drastic measures
See you niggas life expire right in front of me

Time could never mend what these cold streets
Mentally done to me too often I close my eyes
And see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave
This world that I'm lost in my only chance

To see the seeds I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important

I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' and blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days and 40 nights
And I'd return on the 3rd like Christ

Without my physical portion
My spirit a poltergeist for sure
I'll be back through the heist tomorrow
Blood over y'all fake niggas door
What you thought? What you thought?

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone live on my niggas
Just follow my path my niggas
Say word to Half my nigga, when I die

Don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep gettin it on my niggas
Say word is bond my niggas, if I die

Don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs
Run into Pac ask him where we went wrong
Tell him life is miserable when ya dealin' in the physical form
Is everything that's invisible gone?

I need to know will I still feel pain or will it be ironic?
Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain?
Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers
Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place?

Can I puff cigars and drink Cristal?
If this is heaven to me is this considered heavenly?
Can I still touch lives answer they 'What's and whys'
Make sure everybody in my fam' clutch five?

If I should die
Don't cry my niggas

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

N-Wessun - P.N.C. (Partners N Crime) - Lyrics - Smif

Title: N-Wessun - P.N.C. (Partners N Crime)
Artist: Smif
Composer(s): Albert Hudson, Tekomin B Williams, Ewart C Dewgarde, Darrell A Jr Yates, Cuba Gregory

Lyric:
Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
When under pressure, don't fold to my brother

My nigga Rambo, you know we love ya
I wish ya was around to see us rip through
The underground, Smif-N-Wessun dedicates this
To my man Sean Grady, the R, one love, baby pal

Grab a hold of your heart and visualize it's a kickin'
A hollow point slug comin' outta black biscuit
You ain't just from death, we round to the corner comin' quick
We method outta minds and just don't give a shit
Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip

Wicked bad boy, snatch the burner on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get dead Mr. Buster
'Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the black bar hard, to do a rabbi
You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die

All these MCs wit they fancy names and games
I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain

All heads realize, recognize, Smif-N-Wessun on the rise
You better recognize, I'm beamin' each and every individual
Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin' truth
The heads that represent around the way
Showin' and provin,' keepin' it movin', until they break day

Realize what's before ya eyes then see if you see
The same real as we, when I say Smif-N-Wessun
This is what I mean, nothin' alive of rid dreams
Could never come between, original clik, roll through the thin
And when shit got thick, we still manage to stick

Doing crimes wit Deceptacons, up inside of the times
Help me at times, and keep our minds organize
So our knees won't bend, for the enemy
Tek and me, crime partners 'til the end

From the heart of where it all started Buck town
Boot camp representin' for all the dearly departed
Next we comin' to speak to the real MC's
'Cuz the weak MC's, will win the breeze

Smif-N-Wessun hold the remedy
Runnin' wit the boot camp on the search for the enemy
And the crew happens to be amongst we
Fuck this, we bring them to court and serve justice

See me and my click got a thing going on
True to the game and the love makes us strong
For every day trials and tribulations
You try to stop us, get rocked by the nation

See my forefront of soldiers ready to blow ya
Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over
The war is on and the stakes is gettin' high
You kill 'em on dead if them shit where them lie

It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps
Bumpin' on the beat, be on point for the sweeps
Pigs, harass that ass for the drug cash
Armageddon soon come keep the gun stash

But in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress
Takin' gun shots through the nose, through the chest
Bless the sensee that get me ire
And all praises due to all mighty

Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold
When under pressure, don't fold to my brother

My nigga Rambo, you know we love ya
I wish ya was around, to see us rip through
The underground, Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this
To my man Sean Grady, the R, one love, baby pal

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

La Professor & La Fille Danse - Lyrics - Damien Rice

Title: La Professor & La Fille Danse
Artist: Damien Rice
Composer(s): Damien George Rice

Lyric:
Well I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause, she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means

Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Here's to the man with his face in the mud
And an overcast play just taken away
From the lover's in love at the center of stage, yeah

Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind and
Loving is good if your dick's made of wood
And the dick left inside only half understood her

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away, yeah?
What makes him stall, what makes him stand?
And what shakes the elephant now?
And what makes a man?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know you any more
No, no, no, no, uh yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause, she's only just gone
Why the fuck is this day taking so long
I was a lover of time and once she was mine
I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed

Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Well closer to God is the one who's in love
And I walk away 'cause I can
Too many options may kill a man

Loving is fine if it's not in your mind
But I've fucked it up now, too many times
Loving is good if it's not understood
Yeah, but I'm the professor
And I feel that I should know

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away?
And what makes him tick apart from his prick?
And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, no, no
Hell I don't know you any more
No, no, no, no, uh yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

Well I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause, she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I finished it off with some French wine and cheese

La fille danse
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense que je l'aime des fois
Le silence, n'ose pas dis-donc
Quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots
Sur la petite dodo

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Professor...(Live At Cornucopia) - (From Blower'S Daughter ) - Lyrics - B-Sides [EP] - Damien Rice

Title: The Professor...(Live At Cornucopia) - (From Blower'S Daughter )
Album: B-Sides [EP]
Artist: Damien Rice
Composer(s): Damien George Rice

Lyric:
Well, I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by excellent breed of gamete disease
I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means

Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Here's to the man with his face in the mud
And an overcast play just taken away
From the lover's in love at the centre of stage, yeah

Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind, yeah
Loving is good if your dick's made of wood
And the dick left inside only half understood her

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away, yeah
What makes him stall, what makes him stand
And what shakes the elephant now and what makes a man?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know you any more
No, no, no, no

I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause shes only just gone
Why the fuck is this day taking so long
I was a lover of time and once she was mine
I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed

I cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Well closer to God is the one who's in love
And I walk away cause I can
Too many options may kill a man

Loving is fine if it's not in your mind
But I've fucked it up now, too many times, yeah
Loving is good if it's not understood
Yeah, but I'm the professor and feel that I should know

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away and
What makes him tick apart from his prick
And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, no, hell I don't know you any more
No, no, no no

Well I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I finished it off with some French wine and cheese

La fille danse
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense que je l'aime des fois
Le silence, n'ose pas dis-donc
Quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots
Sur la petite dodo

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Monday, August 2, 2010

The Professor & La Fille Danse - Lyrics - Woman Like a Man - Damien Rice

Title: The Professor & La Fille Danse
Album: Woman Like a Man
Artist: Damien Rice
Composer(s): Damien George Rice

Lyric:
Well I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause, she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I'm sure when I'm older I'll know what that means

Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Here's to the man with his face in the mud
And an overcast play just taken away
From the lover's in love at the center of stage, yeah

Loving is fine if you have plenty of time
For walking on stilts at the edge of your mind and
Loving is good if your dick's made of wood
And the dick left inside only half understood her

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away, yeah?
What makes him stall, what makes him stand?
And what shakes the elephant now?
And what makes a man?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know you any more
No, no, no, no, uh yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause, she's only just gone
Why the fuck is this day taking so long
I was a lover of time and once she was mine
I was a lover indeed, I was covered in weed

Cried when she should and she laughed when she could
Well closer to God is the one who's in love
And I walk away 'cause I can
Too many options may kill a man

Loving is fine if it's not in your mind
But I've fucked it up now, too many times
Loving is good if it's not understood
Yeah, but I'm the professor
And I feel that I should know

What makes her come and what makes her stay?
What make the animal run, run away?
And what makes him tick apart from his prick?
And the lonelier side of the jealousy stick

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
No, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, no, no
Hell I don't know you any more
No, no, no, no, uh yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey

Well I don't know if I'm wrong
'Cause, she's only just gone
Here's to another relationship
Bombed by my excellent breed of gamete disease
I finished it off with some French wine and cheese

La fille danse
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense que je l'aime des fois
Le silence, n'ose pas dis-donc
Quand on est ensemble
Mettre les mots
Sur la petite dodo

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Like Father, Like Son - Lyrics - Game

Title: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Anthony Best, C Simmons, Eric Hudsong, J Taylor, T Smith

Lyric:
June 30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my li'l man 'bout to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, what Up
Shit, I left the camcorder in the truck

Runnin' through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatin'
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell starin' down the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live, homie, If we only livin' to die

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screamin' at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse yellin' for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby
One, two, three, four

I see the head, Doc bustin' through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, it's my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screamin', making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach foldin' like a lazy boy
I'm feelin' like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singin' to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm callin' niggas on tour, Jayo, tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Karan

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa
For bringin' my baby boy to life, you birthed a Caesar
And my baby's mama, Aliska
For pushin' out a 10-pound, 4-ounce mini me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy
Or your Grandfather, call Uncle Zip
Tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem

I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers
Baron Davis and 'D-Mack', Darius Rogers, drop the top on the '71
With my face in the clouds, Lord, spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, Tian and Li'l Pun
Lowridin', bangin', ready to die, track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

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