Kid Is Back - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Kid Is Back
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Bob Feldman, Richard Gottehrer, Gerald Goldstein, Laron James

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Lyric:
Hey Jah, I think that Juelz is back in town

Juelz back and he's better than ever
This is crack and it's better than ever
Kick it back 'cause whatever's whatever
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

Yeah, I'm back and I'm back, and I'm back, and I'm back in effect
I'm back and I'm back, and I'm back as a matter of fact
I'm jabbin' 'em, jabbin' 'em, jabbin' em, jabbin' 'em back
What's happened has happened and I'm what's happenin' back

I'm packin' the mack in the back of the Cadillac
I'm badder than that and half of the bastards who rap
I'm battin' at that wit' a baseball hat in the back
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

I'm fuckin' this track up and fuckin' this track up I'm doin' it
I come wit the mack if you bustin' shit back up I'm shootin' it
He front and he act up there's nothin' to back up and shoot it
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

I bubble the crack 'cause I cut it to packs and I move it
It's nothin' to that but it's somethin' to that 'cause I do it
They runnin' you back, I'm runnin' it back, I move it
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

Juelz back and he's better than ever
This is crack and it's better than ever
Kick it back 'cause whatever's whatever
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

Juelz back and he's better than ever
This is crack and it's better than ever
Kick it back 'cause whatever's whatever
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

Yo! I'm doper than doper, than doper, than doper, than doper
I'm closer to dope than actual dope is to dope
I roll it and smoke it and I know it's potent to smoke
Take coke to the boat, the boat to the ocean and float

I know what I know about hoes that I know that you don't
I know I control 'em, I poke 'em and open 'em slow
I know that I'm flowin' so why stop flowin'? Keep goin'
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

I know that I'm killin' and killin' this shit's what I do
I know them guerrillas we all used to chill in the zoo
I know how to get her, kill him and get up to you
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

I know that I'm illa than illest and illa than you
Hold up my nigga there's nothin' you niggaz could do
My 4 fifth is bigger, I spit it, it enters in you
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

Juelz back and he's better than ever
This is crack and it's better than ever
Kick it back 'cause whatever's whatever
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

Juelz back and he's better than ever
This is crack and it's better than ever
Kick it back 'cause whatever's whatever
Hey y'all, hey y'all the kid is back

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Onyx Is Back - Lyrics - Onyx

Title: Onyx Is Back
Artist: Onyx
Composer(s): Sonsee Darren Robinson, Kirk Jones, Kurtis Walker, Neely Dinkins, Damon Yul Wimbley, Mark Morales, Vito Colapietro, Fredro Starr

Lyric:
Yeah, aha, yeah

Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack

Yo, America is under attack, yo Onyx is back
Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat
A lot of hate 'cause I took Hollywood on my back
Keep it cruelly, grimy, no positive rap

You can tell by the way I got out the projects
You still here, your thuggin with the best
Don't worry if I got nines I blast text
You should worry if ya got shine I snatch next

War for real you don't want war for real
If it's real make ya Timbs up step up and feel
'Cause real killas do real things, but not you
You americé nigga who wanna play nigga?

Take a stray nigga, get out ma way nigga
The ballheads back nobody worse then them
I'm a mad face nigga in a worsta grim
I'm a maceface nigga I'm n a [unverified]

Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack

Who that, sonee, hell yeah
Bangin' Brooklyn to Brussels to bell air
Shortys poppin' their brands
Hoppin' out cars, got rappers nervous

Scared of dropping their bars
Take ya though, break you, break ya ho
Nigga ain't a greater flow
I make ya new, money better play it low

Take it slow, make the foo, keep ya face ain't a moo
I'm like mixin' liquor, I'm bound to come up on niggaz
And highjack the bank abduct ya ditches
Can't fly, got a nice plan tuck to fit ya
I'll be lost a fare kid paid bucks to bitch ya

So, no, wer stopping wer trempin' yo scene
I'm mixin', yellow with blue, I gotta get green
Either yo' with us, or not, not in between
You will show us the money when I show you the bean

Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack

Well, it's the S T crocked I C K Y
Got ma [unverified] doin' for sticks back in B, K and Y
I'm livin' all in 5 barrels, so I'm rappin' wild
The thuggest thug in the club, who else plays high?

Been in the game for years, it made me a criminal
Your small time, ma rims is just as big as you
I've never had a 9 to 5, I had a 9 that hit people that got off there 5
From those shiny things, that cut trough glass

Don't even speak to me, this is about sex and cash
I like ma cars, girls and clothes only for ma models
I beat you between yo head with thousand dollar arms bottle
Can't even with ice, I carry to much heat

The combination always leaves somebody wetting the street
I'm start sellin' hope trough ma arms of weed
'Cause I'm broke only got three hundred gram on the bank
We back, bringing you that filth from filth
Let me stop talking before I criminate myself

Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack
Onyx is back, and they can never, ever, ever be wack

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Back In The Day - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Back In The Day
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan K Gordy, Ahmad, A Lewis

Lyric:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days

When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat

Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin' the blues
That be always tryin' to bag with the shag and karate shoes

Sayin', "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows

Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers 'cuz they bell wearin' gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin' Bk's

And, all the girls had they Turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But sometimes, I still sit and reminisce
Then think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
Wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
And be a grownup

But let me finish this reminescin' and tellin'
'Bout when girls was bellin' tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin' pickles, with tootsie pops

And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cuz when J.J. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses

Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, 'cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish homework

It's true, you don't realize really what you got till it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song
But sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old and guess you could say I'm holdin'
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin'
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made

But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central L.A
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first

So Ahmad and the Jones is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but sometimes I still sit and reminence
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

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Back In The Day (Remix) - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Back In The Day (Remix)
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan K Gordy, Ahmad, A Lewis

Lyric:
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days

When I just a little niggerole, I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so when he went out with girls
I could go taggin' along naggin' if she had a sis maybe
Could mack a baby hood rat

Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
All the way live, I think I was about ten
One of those happy little niggaz singin' the blues
That be always tryin' to bag with the shag and karate shoes

Sayin', "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows

Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
You could tell the ballers 'cuz they bell wearin' gazelles
If they really had money raised be sportin' Bk's

And, all the girls had they Turkish link
If it broke then they made earrings to it, like they meant to do it
But sometimes, I still sit and reminisce
Then think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school
Wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out
And be a grownup

But let me finish this reminescin' and tellin'
'Bout when girls was bellin' tight courderoys like for the boys
Basket weaves, Nike court airs, and footsie socks
And eatin' pickles, with tootsie pops

And it don't stop, I'm glad 'cuz when J.J. fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
Or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
Of hoochies, had poison airbrushed on they asses

Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the pumas with
The fat laces, 'cuz it was either that or K-Swiss
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin' all I had to do now, was finish homework

It's true, you don't realize really what you got till it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song
But sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Niggerole, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old and guess you could say I'm holdin'
Down a steady job and crew steady mobbin'
You steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made

But, didn't always have clout, used to live in south central L.A
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first

So Ahmad and the Jones is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but sometimes I still sit and reminence
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when
What?
Back in the day
When?
Back in the day

And everybody say
I remember way back when
And everybody say
I remember way back when

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Hardcore Rap Act - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Hardcore Rap Act
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Chris Charity

Lyric:
The hardcore rap act is back
Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore
The hardcore rap act is back
No I, no I ain't smilin

The hardcore rap act is back
Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore
The hardcore rap act is back
No I, no I ain't smilin

Yo, yo
I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up
Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit
Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit
So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
Cos in a second I'm a pull a fuckin Tek-in
Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick
Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick
Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ
Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ
Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin
And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin
Or broken, no jokin, I shoot them ?in them rise?
Fuckin with Das you wind up in hos
Pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it
If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it
Cos yo

The hardcore rap act is back
Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore
The hardcore rap act is back
No I, no I ain't smilin

The hardcore rap act is back
Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore
The hardcore rap act is back
No I, no I ain't smilin

Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumors
My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas
Wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna
I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner
So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the Government
But I be snappin on MC's like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty
And a burner and I keeps the 2 ready
To hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry
Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical
Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables
And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant
See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winston's
Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a
F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein
A fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy
Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me
I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them
I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them
I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it
Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record
I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that
Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that
I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin
So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it
Uhh

The hardcore rap act is back
Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore
The hardcore rap act is back
No I, no I ain't smilin

The hardcore rap act is back
Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore
The hardcore rap act is back
No I, no I ain't smilin

Abracadabra, return of the punk MC batterer
I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in Attica
From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat
Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat
Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest
Flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been
Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style
Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles
Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha
When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda
And when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
That fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight
Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly
Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli
Wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up
I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut
Bring it

The hardcore rap act is back
Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore
The hardcore rap act is back
No I, no I ain't smilin

The hardcore rap act is back
Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore
The hardcore rap act is back
No I, no I ain't smilin

HARDCORE

HARDCORE

HARDCORE

HARDCORE

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Back It Up - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Back It Up
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): David A. Love, Maxwell Dixon, James Mtume

Lyric:
Easy, back it up
Yeah yeah yeah the reel to reel
Easy, back it up
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo
Easy, back it up

Kid Capri flippin' shit the way it's 'sposed to be
Easy, back it up
Back it up
And this how we gon' bump this off yo
Back it up, huh, easy back it up"

Hey! Kid Capri, here's the resume for the day
Check the prognosis, here's your daily dosage
Check the 411 on how we flip it
Grab a bag of boom, and a 40, and just sip it
Grand Puba, Kid Capri is on that new shit
In ninety-two aiyyo this is how we flip shit

Don't be alarmed if we start to drop a bomb
Drop a bomb
Drop a bomb like some shit in Vietnam
Prepare yourself, 'cause here we come, if you ready or not
Cold bouncin' in the joint, makin' hotties hot
Grand Puba comes to hit it on the right spot
Kid Capri, cashin' in on the jackpot

So here we go
Flip the show
Get the dough?
Get the dough?
Get the dough?
Yo, you know how that shit go

Back it up, huh, easy, back it up
Back it up, huh, easy, back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up

Wow, yeah, check test check
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Dig it y'all
Back it up

First things first, here goes the opposite of worst
Slid out my mother's ass, looked at the nurse, and kicked a verse
This ain't my man Heav's joint, so shit, here's a curse
For those who got stuck, well KCUF means FUCK
That's what I like to do after the Puba makes a buck
For those who say I suck well then step up and push your luck

You're aced out, now your assed-out, I still hit joints
'Til they pass out, at three o'clock I let my MC class out
So keep a clear focus, 'cause I say hocus pocus
That's all I have to say to make the mob swarm like locusts
(Yeah)

Then I climb the bridge, push Uptown to the [unverified]
To the Harlem River Drive to pick up Ali at the Rutgers
Then we chatta-nagga-noogi, to go pick up Stud Doogie
Easy, back it up
Ha hah, so all you Grand Puba wannabees
You better pack it up, easy, back it up

Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Now dig it
Here's the kid, never did a bid
Never hit skid, check out the shit I did
Live in the Bronx, born in Brooklyn
Chilled in Manhattan never got my shit tooken

I'm easy on the flex, you know my shit is right
We're goin on a flight, so hold on tight
Kid Capri is on point with my man Grand Puba
If suckers try to flex they'll get twisted like a tuba
Never cause trouble, that's not my style

Always on the move, stack papes by the pile
I'm crazy on the low, but I go places though
I always do a show so you know I got dough
Girls try to sweet talk, but bullshit walk
For those who try to hawk I stab clit like a fork

I'm very intelligent, so don't try to play me
Try to press the issue and I'll bust that ass baby
I'm thick like a shake, very high yella
Describe Kid Capri, Uptown's big fella
So now you know the flavor, and please do me a favor
Stay your ass out my path, 'cause I snap you like a gator, later

Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up
Back it up
Back it up, huh, easy back it up
Huh, easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
Easy back it up

Back it up
Back it up
Back it up
...

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Jackolantern'S Weather - Lyrics - Hydroponic - 311

Title: Jackolantern'S Weather
Album: Hydroponic
Artist: 311
Composer(s): Chad Sexton, Nicholas Hexum, S A Martinez

Lyric:
Well, I beat a bad rap when I skip a soul trap
Just trippin' and laughin' at the crap
Dap is what I get the best skins that I hit
You know we rock the fuckin' joint and we split

Singin' an ryhmin's, what I'm better for
When I describe I'm a scribe with a metaphor
I use a simile lightly 'cuz that shits played
The common way most rhymes are made, ya know

I rock like this, I flow like that
But all those comparisons are just that
Kickin' different styles, I'll be right here
Today, tomorrow, next week and next year

I always say what I feel and that is a promise
Nothing in life is above being honest
Sauna is cool compared to being on stage
But that's how it's gotta go in the stone age

The fame in my game, I name rapture
Like a polished rock I'll make it shine for sure
Word is that I've traveled, become unraveled
I been around the world baby, gimme an apple

I'll be your boogie man rather than son-of-Sam
What I am is what I am
Though we don't have too long to love a day a night
We only love those who love us right back

The kid is smart the kid is clever
Stompin' in Jackolantern's weather
Backpack strapped 'cuz the world is cold
Headphones pumpin' don't ya know

The kid is smart the kid is clever
Stompin' in Jackolatern's weather
Rocks his hood and playes it mellow
While maple leaves change into yellow

And oh shit damn honey at it again
Tryin' to beat my high score since the age of ten
See my high score flash on the back glass
I was malcontented doug in gifted class

Now here's the deal we came to heal we gonna rock in rio
Oh no, it's not a joke it's how we feel
Put to test like a Sugar Ray scientist
I'm always dancing in my Sunday best

I'm betting on my bliss and my path is lit' see
The microphone is live and I'm rockin' my body
Smooth like Reggie Miller in an airborne freeze frame
Funky like the Kung-fu that can put you to shame

The kid is smart the kid is clever
Stompin' in Jackolantern's weather
Backpack strapped 'cuz the world is cold
Headphones pumpin' don't ya know

The kid is smart the kid is clever
Stompin' in Jackolatern's weather
Rocks his hood and playes it mellow
While maple leaves change into yellow

I'm like hey, wait a minute
Give a check on two then I'm ready to begin it
With a boom boom bap coming outta your trunkies
Give a fat shout out to the phunk junkeez

Striken like a cancer taken chances
But I love to see the girl windin' like the belly dancer
Standin' up front with a tight stomach showin'
Me on stage singin', flowin'

We just kickin' it live we just kickin' it live
'Cuz if you can't kick it live you gonna die
'Fraid so punk so quit talkin' junk
You need a live show like a ball player needs a dunk

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Into Jesus - Lyrics - Supernatural - Dc Talk

Title: Into Jesus
Album: Supernatural
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): Toby Mc Keehan, Michael Tait, Mark James Heimermann, Kevin Smith

Lyric:
I see the moon, a million stars are out tonight
Gentle reminders of the way You are
A sea of glass, a raging storm has come to pass
You show Your face in an array of ways

My feet may venture to the ground
But You will never let me down
I can't hold it in, my soul is screaming

Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I'm into Jesus, oh yeah
Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I've seen the truth and I believe

I know You're there, I feel Your love through my despair
You speak the words that ease away the pain
My heart is free, my eyes are clear, my soul is healed
Now that You have got a hold on me

My feet may venture to the ground
But He has never let me down
I can't hold it in, my soul is screaming

Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I'm into Jesus, oh yeah
Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I've seen the truth and I believe

(I still believe, I still believe)
Hey you, this kid is back
And I do declare the sun is shinning
(I still believe, I still believe)

Hey you, this kid is back
With a red alert and it might be blinding
(I still believe, I still believe)

Hey you, the kid is back
And I do declare the sun is shining
(I still believe, I still believe)
Hey you, the kid is back

My feet may venture to the ground
Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I'm into Jesus, oh yeah
Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I've seen the truth and I believe

Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I'm into Jesus, oh yeah
Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I've seen the truth, I've seen the truth
I've seen the truth

Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I'm into Jesus, oh yeah
Hey you, I'm into Jesus
Hey you, I've seen the truth, oh yeah, I believe
Yeah, I believe

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Forever - Lyrics - Cocky - Kid Rock

Title: Forever
Album: Cocky
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Matthew Shafer, Frederick Beauregard

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Lyric:
Oh, I'm back the fog is lifted
The earth is shifted and raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back so pack your bone
And hit the road jack 'cuz daddy's home

With the funky hot riffs, tick like Al Rocker
Pumpin' out hits, gettin' chips like Oprah
Bitch, I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make

I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock

I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

The junkies are still cigar puffin'
Still the same 'cuz I ain't changed nothin'
Huffin' and puffin' I got you rookie
All in check doin' the redneck boogie

The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double back pack
Forget all that I'm still singing
And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin'

Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty
Thought I'd get rich and quit oh, he must be fat and ugly
Broke black and blue
But I'm trim fit rich and I'm back for round two

Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin' you more than the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make

I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock

I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

The black hat is back in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the norm still misbehavin'
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin'

Young crones don't test the boss
'Cuz I got this sewn like Betsy Ross
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these

Thumpin' like a drum kit with riffs that split picks
Pumpin' for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket, 8 ball in my jacket

Pussy and blow you now how I live
Can't say that kid, fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world

I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock

I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever

Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Forever

Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever

Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Forever

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Wicket Klownz - Lyrics - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Wicket Klownz
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Michael M Kumagai, Tim Mcnutt, Dustin Miller, Brad Xavier

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Lyric:
When I get to California, when I get there
(It's on 'Suburban Noize')
When I get to California
Hook me up with one of them chicks
(Psychoathic)
And when you get to the Mid-West
I'll hook you up with a juggalette y'all

He's the visual assassin with the mask [unverified] killa
Seen him drink a lot but I have yet to see him spill a drop
He rap to hip-hop in his heart
Try and battle Pak, he'll fuckin' tear you're ass apart

I keep my fridge stocked with plenty of Faygo
My flow connect nice like old school Lego's
What's up holmes? Just a West-Coast loadie
My rhyme is nice, slow and stoney

See all these Psycho Bitches gettin' so damn fanatical
FBI got us all listed down as radicals
Government officials takin' life long sabbaticals
Dog Boy Rock the mic and drop something classical

I'm with the kings [unverified] state to state
Dog Boy [unverified] set the record straight
Fuck that bullshit that never went down
So we come as one to fuck up your town

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin', throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

Suburban Noize Records teamin' up with Psychopathic
Richter let 'em know who Juggalo I got your back kid
Kottonmouth Ninjas rocking tunes with ICP
D-Loc grab the mic and pass me the weed

Kottonmouth Kings and ICP
We from the West, they from the East
With a bag of keif and a box of spliffs
We mast through your city like robotic beasts

See all [unverified] robots followin' the masses
I watch the world through Faygo fizzin' glasses
Kings and the klowns droppin' sellouts like acid
Like cum on your tongue shit is getting kind of drastic

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

To all unbelievers who think this is a joke
Grab the Faygo when you start to choke
In the pit at a show come summertime
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin' mind

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

Violent J and Shaggy stepped in the place
And cleared the room out like nuclear waste
Nobody likes us but the Kottonmouth Kings
They smoke buds, I smoke little white things
I'm a base-head feinding for your change, ah
And I'm strange

So walk in I'll put you in a torcher rack
And blew your nut bag around like a hacky sack
I told you fuck the world and I meant it
I owe the Government money but I spent it

I bought a hooker and banged her in my truck
Yo, she probably had syphilis, I give a fuck though
I'm gonna die, hell, we're all gonna die
You think the Juggalo give a damn? Bye
I'm going off like a nuclear time bomb
Tick tick, boom, motherfucker

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

It's the wicket, the wicket, the wicket, wicket klowns
Blowin' smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town
And all types of things

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

True terror is back, you better believe
Kottonmouth Kings, ICP
We from the West, they from the East
True terror is back, you better believe

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Murder Rap - Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

Title: Murder Rap
Album: Jealous Ones Still Envy
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): J Eaddy, D Stinson, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it over with
Yo sound boy turn the levels up
Let's get it over with, uh
Terror Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my fast niggaz
I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
It's time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah, yo, yo

Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin' like
They the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got Def Jam suckin' me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live what you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to screw me for Nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?

Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin' in the rec room and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryin' to change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is hard
Known for packin' two dozen birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it

Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

Aiyyo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box

Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin' curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you shit

Niggaz play me while disturbin' the Bricks
I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

Aiyyo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back

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Ruff Rhyme - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Ruff Rhyme
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): Mark S Jordan, Roger Mcbride

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Lyric:
Yo, Pooh, man, what you build in there, man?
Ah, one of those hypso-change-o-calypso-beat-a-matics
There'll be another ruff rhyme
When I'm done there'll be another ruff rhyme

Another package from your slick Royal Highness
Pay attention, so you won't have to rewind this
Put yourself together for another funky clip
I bring a lotta magic, but this ain't no trick

It's pure skill I possess in my possession
A crazy rhythm and my funky horn section
And Pooh hyped up this funky ol' track
So I thought about it, I'm comin' I'm back

When I'm done
I'm back when I'm done
King Tee is back again

Now let me talk to ya to the best of my ability
About the kid that's rockin' this facility
I bring to you peace and tranquility
Don't try to front, 'cause I know you feel it, see

My beats are masculine, I think that there hasn't been
A better groove to keep you like dancing, man
I feel thankful to feel there ain't no
Sucker tryin' to gank my spot, least I think so

But I don't sweat, 'cause I can stand on my two feet
Hold the mic and just curse the beat
I don't complain about the crowd I attract
Roll out the red carpet, I'm comin', I'm back

When I'm done there'll be another ruff rhyme
King Tee is back again
There'll be another ruff rhyme when I'm done
I'm back, King Tee is back again

Well, this might seem odd
You ask who taught me, well, it musta been God
'Cause ain't none of y'all cool like me
The impresario, majestic Tee

Some rappers are scared of me, they say when they dare to be
Threatened, well, keep on steppin', I'll be prepared to be
Jacked, Jack, cause your rhymes don't match
You got bold when I left, now I'm back

To stomp you, 'cause you stomp wrong, so I'ma stomp on
Fool, you forgot, I'm from Compton
This is just a taste of my album, really nothin'
Just to show you I'm back, I'm comin'

When I'm done, there'll be another ruff rhyme
King Tee is back again, there'll be another ruff rhyme
When I'm done, there'll be another ruff rhyme
King Tee is back again, there'll be another ruff rhyme

Back again, back again, back again
There'll be another ruff rhyme
There'll be another ruff rhyme
When I'm done, there'll be another ruff rhyme
Ruff rhyme, ruff rhyme, ruff rhyme
When I'm done, there'll be another ruff rhyme

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White Heat - Lyrics - True Blue - Madonna

Title: White Heat
Album: True Blue
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Madonna Susan Leonard, Patrick Raymond Leonard

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Lyric:
A copper
How do ya like that boys? A copper
And we went for it, I went for it
Treated him like a kid brother

And I was gonna split
Fifty-fifty with a copper
They were there waitin'
To pin a medal on him

Come on get up
Get your hands up
Yeah, that's it, a nice gold
Medal for the copper

Only maybe he's gonna
Get it sooner
Than he thinks

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

You think you can have
My love for free
Well, I've got news for you
That's not the way it's gonna be

So don't come hangin'
'Round my door
If you're not ready to give
You're not gonna get much more

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Can you feel the rhythm
Of my mind?
Boy, I've got so much to give
But I don't want to waste my time

I can't let my heart
Put on a show
'Til you surrender baby
You've got to let it go

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Drop your weapons
You'd better come clean
I've got you covered
I'll catch you when you fall to me

I'm not gonna hurt you
'Cause I'm not that kind
We're not goin' nowhere
'Til you have a change of mind

You haven't got a chance
Come out with your hands up
Come out with your hands up
The man says

How do ya like that, ma? Heh
Here's my answer, you dirty

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
(Come on baby make my day)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(Gonna have to play my way)

Get up, stand tall
(Put your back up against the wall)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(This is a bust)

Get up, get up, get up, get up
(Stand tall)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(This is a bust)

I'm so good for you, baby, here I come
I'm gonna get to you before the day is done
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
(Come on baby make my day)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(Gonna have to play my way)

Get up, stand tall

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White Heat (Lp Version) - Lyrics - Who's That Girl - Madonna

Title: White Heat (Lp Version)
Album: Who's That Girl
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Madonna Susan Leonard, Patrick Raymond Leonard

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Lyric:
A copper
How do ya like that boys? A copper
And we went for it, I went for it
Treated him like a kid brother

And I was gonna split
Fifty-fifty with a copper
They were there waitin'
To pin a medal on him

Come on get up
Get your hands up
Yeah, that's it, a nice gold
Medal for the copper

Only maybe he's gonna
Get it sooner
Than he thinks

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

You think you can have
My love for free
Well, I've got news for you
That's not the way it's gonna be

So don't come hangin'
'Round my door
If you're not ready to give
You're not gonna get much more

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Can you feel the rhythm
Of my mind?
Boy, I've got so much to give
But I don't want to waste my time

I can't let my heart
Put on a show
'Til you surrender baby
You've got to let it go

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Drop your weapons
You'd better come clean
I've got you covered
I'll catch you when you fall to me

I'm not gonna hurt you
'Cause I'm not that kind
We're not goin' nowhere
'Til you have a change of mind

You haven't got a chance
Come out with your hands up
Come out with your hands up
The man says

How do ya like that, ma? Heh
Here's my answer, you dirty

I don't want to live out your fantasy
Love's not that easy
This time you're gonna
Gonna have to play my way
Come on, make my day

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
Put your back up against the wall
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
(Come on baby make my day)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(Gonna have to play my way)

Get up, stand tall
(Put your back up against the wall)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(This is a bust)

Get up, get up, get up, get up
(Stand tall)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(This is a bust)

I'm so good for you, baby, here I come
I'm gonna get to you before the day is done
'Cause my love is dangerous
This is a bust

Get up, stand tall
(Come on baby make my day)
'Cause my love is dangerous
(Gonna have to play my way)

Get up, stand tall

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Not Going Back - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Not Going Back
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Mikkel S Eriksen, Nasir Jones, Chrisette Payne, K Rogers-Jones, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
What nigga! What bitch-ass niggaz
What! Babe, babe, start the car
Nasir, come on let's go, get in the car now, let's go
Throw it out, let's go
Aight, aight, aight, yeah, but I got 'em, but I got 'em, though

This is crazy, why didn't you just throw it out of the car?
This is so stupid, what are you doing? Why are we even out here?
Why are we out here? What's going on? This is retarded, yo we gotta
This is crazy, never again, you'd throw everything away, for what?

Yeah, my man Kool G Rap told me, 'Son do not look back
Chill up in the mansion with a fat glutious max, relax
When people act schoolin' with facts, tell 'em
At this point in my life I'm all about chillin'?

Ridin' around in something sick and the dress flies
And twist, homie's hermano just died I gotta let it ride
That's what I got the public thinkin', my nigga
Just 'cause I ain't in the hood don't mean shit my nigga

I know who died before the body dropped
I know the guns that were used how much money the shooter got
'Cause on the private yacht I'm still within earshot of it all
The top ten list of the most grimiest guys of all time

Is all we talk when we talk of New York y'all
Who to call and who to stay away from
Whose mother's address to have just to play it safe son
Women they lust up so quick to give 'em up

What cars and what trucks they drive in
What towns they spend the most time in when they grindin'
I found out most of them are cowards they hidin'
Behind reputations that's sour, not going back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

First thing that happen when you make a little paper
You think the Marriot is livin' in a skyscraper
Till you come across some ever more flyer paper
Realize that five-star 'tellies are even greater

Terry-cloth robes, elegance, movie shit
Heated-up marble floors with jacuzzi's in it
First-class flights, diamonds in your crucifixes
All those things you still ain't really doin' shit kid

'Cause in reality I'll earn my salary
The way I flaunted it then would now embarrass me
It kinda make me wanna hate bling it's a race thing
How they sell blacks to bootleg shit infact

Real millionaires spend 60 mil on paintings
Whores charge niggaz with raping
'Cause we come out doors of Maybach cars
Watch us make bets on race tracks smokin' cigars

So they counter the laws to take what's ours
'Bout 500K on a lawyer to beat the charge
So you can't stop us from making a billion dollars
Instead of goin' back I'm buying the projects

But I'm not going back
The hood's in me forever y'all but I'm not going back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again

And of course y'all know what I'm not going back to
Those no friends of mine and I'm not going back to
Ten carat gold it shine and I'm never going back to
Sony if they don't have dough to sign, not going back to
Y'all know that I'm not going back to

Those liars who would, not going back to
Not help you if they could not going back to
Coke on the stove in the hood, y'all should know that I'm not going back
The hood's in me forever y'all, but I'm not going back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

The streets keep tryin' to say
Come back around this way
I've already gone that way
I won't go back again
I'm not goin' back

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Im Back - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Im Back
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Thats why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
Thats why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

Thats why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
Thats why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

I murder a rhyme one word at a time, you never
Heard of a mind as perverted as mine, you better
Get rid of that nine it ain't gonna help
What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for hell, like hell, shit, I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, thankful is jail

I used to be my mommy's little Angel at twelve
At thirteen I was putting shells in the gage on the shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Till I cut a kitten's head off
And stuck it in this kid's mailbox
(Hey! mom! mom!)
I used to give a fuck, now I could give a fuck less

What do I think of sucess? It sucks too much press
And stress, too much zest, and breasts, too upset
It's just, too much mess, I guess
I must just blew up quick, yes
Grew up quick? No
Was raised right?
Whatever you say is wrong
Whatever I say is right

You think of my name now whenever you say "Hi"
Became a commodity because I'm W H I T E
'Cause MTV was so friendly to me
Can't wait 'till Kim sees me
Now is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips bitch, what? My mouth isn't working?
You read this finger? Oh, it's upside down
Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back , I'm back

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

I take each individual degenerate, his head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this shit he's an innocent victim
And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe

My name is Slim Shady
I've been crazy way before radio didn't play me
The sensational
Back, it's the incredible
With Ken Kaniff who just finds the men edible
It's Ken Kaniff, on the internet
Tryin' to lure your kids, with him, into bed
It's a sick world we're livin' in these days

Slim, for pete's sake, put down Christopher Reeve's legs
Geez! you guys are so sensitive
Slim it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it
Mind with no sense in it, fried, gets so frantic
'Cause eyes get so squinted, I'm blind from smoke in 'em
With my windows tinted, with nine limos rented
Doin' lines of coke in 'em, with a bunch of guys hoppin' out
All high and dosin' it
And that's where I get my name from
That's why they call me

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

I take seven kids from columbine and stand 'em all in line
Add an AK-47, a revolver, a nine
A MAC-11 and this oughtta solve this problem of mine
And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all of the time
'Cause I'm Shady, they call me as crazy as this world was
Over this whole Y2K thing, and by the way
N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think?
Lip-sync and buy a bigger size of ear rings?

That's why I tend to block out when I hear things
'Cause all these fans screamin' is making my ears ring
So I just throw up the middle finger and let it linger
Longer than the rumor that I was stickin' it to Christina
'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy you know this
Sorry Puff but I don't give a fuck, if this chick was my own mother
I'd still fuck her with no rubber, and come inside her
And have a son and a new brother
At the same time, and just say that it ain't mine
What's my name?

I am
Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back
That's why
They call me Slim Shady
I'm back, I'm back

Guess who's back?
Gue-gue-guess who's back?
Hi mom
Guess who's back?
Gue-gue-guess who's back?

D12
Dr Dre
Slim Shady
2001
I'm blew out from this blunt
Fuck

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