Mr. Mastodon Farm - Lyrics - Motorcade Of Generosity - Cake

Title: Mr. Mastodon Farm
Album: Motorcade Of Generosity
Artist: Cake
Composer(s): Greg Brown, John Mccrea

Lyric:
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second

You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time

But unless I get up walk across the room and peer down below
I don't see their last second curves toward a horizontal flight
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones

Now due to a construct in my mind
That makes their falling and their flight
Symbolic of my entire existence

It becomes important for me to get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight
It's almost as if my life will fall unless I see their ascent

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
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Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
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Birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second

But unless I get up walk across the room and peer down below
I won't see their last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones

Now due to a construct in my mind
That makes their falling and their flight
Symbolic of my entire existence

It becomes important for me to get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight
It's almost like my life will fall
My life will fall unless I see their ascent
Oh yeah, oh yeah, all right

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
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Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material, everybody c'mon

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all material

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Last Flight Out - Lyrics - Butch Walker

Title: Last Flight Out
Artist: Butch Walker
Composer(s): Butch Walker

Lyric:
I?m eighth in line on a U.S. Air
Right now you're paying the parking fare
I can still see your imprint on the terminal glass

I tried to back out, I tried to stay home
Tried to avoid picking up the phone
Knowing that this call could be your last

And as I take off, my heart won?t stop
The sky looks like an astro pop
Amber, red and blue
I?m sure gonna miss you

I?m next in line as a lady stares
At a messed up fucker with messed up hair
She probably felt like this sometime alone

Or maybe she lived in a perfect life
Been a perfect mother and an average wife
Maybe she just wonders what went wrong

And as I take off, my heart won?t stop
The sky looks like an astro pop
Amber, red and blue
I?m sure gonna miss you

Oh, is this all there really is?
Life after you
Is it all there really is?
What else can I do?
Am I gonna taste your kiss
No matter who I?m with
It?s gonna be you

And as I take off, my heart won?t stop
The sky looks like an astro pop
Amber, red and blue
I?m sure gonna miss you
I?m sure gonna miss you

I?m sure gonna miss you
Is this all there really is?
Is this all there really is?

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Last Temptation - Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Title: Last Temptation
Album: The Last Temptation
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Jeffery Atkins, N Kenton, Irving Lorenzo, Andre Parker, Tiffany Lane Jarmon, Kenny Nix

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, heh
You feel that
Can you feel that
Y'all can't feel that, heh, yeah

We gonna do it like this real old school, shit
Take them back to the parks and shit
Do it like, we used to do it, you know
DJ Irv days and shit

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Tonight somebody sho nuff
Gon' tear the club the fuck up
As soon as I hit the scene
All eyes on us, mean and so vicious

A good nigga, bad intentions
Not to mention, them 12 engine Benzes with fish lenses
We park right out front to handle our business
The broads on the way in showin' a little attention

Like, I fucked before but ain't never call
That's life, you either love to live it or just live it
I live it to the limit, Champagne finish gangsta
Image, platinum shades swingin'

Then I do that 2 step that niggaz do
We don't really dance, we just rub the dick on the ass
And fill the glass with nothin' but [Incomprehensible]
And if they pop it gettin' the poppin' with me
Get my niggaz tonight baby, let's party

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Yo, uh, now a party ain't a party till Chuck come through
Bring who? Rolled dolo jeans over Manolo's
Duke says I look better out the photos
And hotter in person, hottest when I'm cursin'

Love my bitch thuggelbees
Strokin' my ego then he go for the bubbly
Nigga love me, we go to the vehicle, talk dirty
Past flirty, flight leavin' at five thirty

It's hot in herre, foggin' the windows
[Incomprehensible]
Throw dat, I the designated driver
Chuck never the rider, gotta play
Passenger side beside them, whoa

Gotta be controllin' when I'm rollin'
Weed niggaz swollen, cock blocker
Hands on my knockers, he feelin' them poppers
But Chuck never givin' it up, livin' it up

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Uh, Count me and my niggaz as OD'in
Rule got a bitch Korean, lap dancin'
Off to the murder mansion, ride the shoulder
Benz and the Rover, Nigga we ain't sober

Girl Interrupted, murder got me corrupted
With shots so that any lickin' shots with the semi
Out the sunroof of the Bentley
Bottles all empty but niggaz got stashes
Never fuckin' the glasses

Ha, you know the Rule roll up in the party
Me and Charli, ready to have them hotties
Rub up on my body 'cuz after the club
It's the after set with some pushin' a little head

Is always the safe bet, she tell me V twizzy
In the red Corvette, swervin' lanes
[Incomprehensible] a little pain and say what's my name, 'Rule Baby'
You know it, now let's get high, take a ride with me tonight, yeah

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
(We gotta give a dance to this shit here)
Come on y'all

Uh, Murder Inc shit
Yea, Rule Baby
Chuck B-More, yea, its a family affair
Can you feel it, can you feel it?
You can't feel it, temptation

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

Let's all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptation is temptin'
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all

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In The Morning - Lyrics - Kaleidoscope - Kelis

Title: In The Morning
Album: Kaleidoscope
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams, Kelis Rogers

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Lyric:
Hey baby what you doing?
Your flight left yet?
Pshh, I'm half way there, I can't wait to see you
So tell me, have you left yet, damn

I'm running late to the airport, every time we do this
In my mind saying should I go through with this?
All I see is you kissing me
Last time I shut my eyes, plane goes higher, higher

Hotels booked all I have to do is get my key
I can't wait to have you walk up and hold on me, yeah
I've never felt this way before

But in the morning when you're gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith, you'll return in my arms
Hope you miss your flight, hope you miss your flight

Casablanca has always been my dream
I heard that its absolutely radiant in spring
In the garden drinking shots of Hennessey
Calm my nerves, it's been way too long for me

Finally were driving in a far out dream
Nothing seems even real or close for me
Afternoon sun showers change the way I see
I've never felt this way before

But in the morning when you're gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith, you'll return in my arms
I hope you miss your flight, I hope you miss your flight

But in the morning when you're gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith, you'll return in my arms
I hope you miss your flight, I hope you miss your flight

It's okay, it's okay
Its okay, its okay

But in the morning when you're gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith, you'll return in my arms
I hope you miss your flight, I hope you miss your flight

But in the morning when you're gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith, you'll return in my arms
I hope you miss your flight, I hope you miss your flight

But in the morning when you're gone
I must wait and be strong
And have faith, you'll return in my arms
I hope you miss your flight, I hope you miss your flight

No matter where baby
No matter where

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Real Life - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: Real Life
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): David Walker, Corey Woods

Lyric:
{Smash you grilla, that's right, that's right
A hundred and ninety six million, nine hundred and forty thousand
Square miles on this planet, fresh outta New York, aye yo}

Aye yo Rollie, what's up son, Noodles had a problem
He called lucky hand slab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on a outskirt trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for free
That night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
Yea you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus, who this?
Claimin' that he looking for Louis Rich

Diamond a young king doing his thing
Big safes out in Beijing, aqua green thing
One connect had turned on him
God, shit got realer than a fuck
Crackers up state want him
Marshals came through the hood that night
Bagged my man chaz thirty two bags he copped flight
Now he upstate baggin' niggas, house and air maxs big axe
Won the Oscar award for crabbing niggaa now
All y'all niggas get to laugh now, who got the last laugh now?
Hit his stash house

It's called real life, y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
Real life, it don't cost nothin' just to blast, real life
Lay down son you won't last
Real life, real life, real life

February tenth day on a Wednesday, it's like grimsday
Russian hats rocking it the Benz way
That day we got guns on us, Jakes want us
Playin' Einstein lenses and Auroras
Little meek caught us, couple of Francs peep the blue Taurus
What up tuck your chain they came for us
Jumped out, big nine an' some hard bottles
Eyes of hate finally meeting up with the stakes, it was
Who I thought it was two pair of Clarks, one pair of Lugz
With the hard bottom nigga with the snub
Cocked it, where rock at, stop that

Violate this cipher Pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right there slight fear in our heart
Blink we take it right there doing our thing apart
Broad jumped out tryin' to run shit spoken loud words
All we want is his head, he did some dumb shit
Beef from Miami now, damn yo big head Lance in some wild shit
Noodles caught the stair down, now it came back to me yo
Handle it wise and brutally yo, put down your tool and talk like men
No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
Swiss cheese the thirty G Durango, few weeks later son seem 'em all
I mean 'em all

It's called real life, y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
Real life, it don't cost nothin' just to blast, real life
Lay down son you won't last
Real life, real life, real life

It's called real life, y'all niggas betta see the light fast pa
Real life, it don't cost nothin' just to blast, real life
Lay down son you won't last
Real life, real life, real life

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Lessons Of Today - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: Lessons Of Today
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Rashia Tashan Fisher, Dana Owens, Mark Howard James

Lyric:
Rah, Rah, Rah Digga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out now, uh
Dirty Harriet, Dirty Harriet
Dirty Harriet, yeah

Where?s my sisters?
Where?s my sisters?
This one?s for the brothers
The brothers, the brothers

Said I be rappin? for da ladies
What?s up ladies?
But this one?s for da brothers
The brothers, the brothers
Yeah, check it out now

Now I?m the baby in the family and I got three siblings
Three older brothers and we trying to make a living
So we hustle and we bubble and we coming up fast
Ain?t gon? never be the same since mom and pops past

The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt
Every since he was a kid used to ride a bitch out
All grown up now nice job, nice clout
Nice wife, nice house, tryna take the right route

Treat sis like a queen brother gave me everything
Any time I got in trouble he could probably pull some strings
Walk daddy?s footsteps and career same speed
Made the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed

(Uh, oh)
But something happened on the job, he started snappin?
Problems with the wife, winging out and started cappin?
Tried to turn himself in just to make things right
Ended up taking flight 'cause he?s not the jail type

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because, Rah Digga remains raw
(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?)

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because, Rah Digga remains raw
(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?)

Now I got a second brother me and this one was closer
Made me a little tom boy like he was supposed to
Tearing up the place blowing weed in my face
Irresponsible to death parents stayed on his case

Probably 'cause he wanted to be the baby in the family
Drinking with his friends, making up
Mommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the mic
Wasn?t really into rap but the shit sound tight

He used to tell me all the time don?t wet none sis
By this time next year we gon? be dumb rich
That?s when I heard the ill my physical got killed
Just a couple of weeks after signing a record deal

Now somebody gots to bust and have to get a little tough
And on the block round the clock niggas ain?t seen nothing
Yeah right, never seen a brother more determined or eager
Moms and pops couldn?t see it now we not gonna see it either

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because, Rah Digga remains raw
(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?)

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because, Rah Digga remains raw
(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?)

Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm
Some say part depressed some say part deformed
Record unclean since his early teens
In and out the youth house playing all the crime scenes

Early hangin? with fiends smoking all types of things
He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams
From the door, shit was wrong undetected too long
Bugged out when he was little now he big that was wrong

Little too early had to kick him out the house
He just wanted some attention that?s what dad was all about
He used to bust down the door moms cry, pops fight
Even family counseling couldn?t make this shit right

Word on the street every body wanna do him
From his so called boys to all the chickens he was screwin?
Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload?
How much longer sis got before the last brother gone
Oh no

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because, Rah Digga remains raw
(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?)

The lesson of today
You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say
Because, Rah Digga remains raw
(Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?)
Rah Digga, Rah Digga

Peace y?all this is the first lady of the flip mode squad, Rah Digga
(Uh, uh)
I wanna take this time out to say thanks to everybody
Who went out and copped my shit
For those of y?all who?s listening and didn?t go cop your own copy

I suggest you go handle your bi
Now I?m about to take this time out to plug the next
Flip mode squad album the ruler ship album
(Okay, okay)
I wanna plug the next busta rhymes solo lP anarchy
And I?m pluggin? the outsides
(Hey, dey, dey)

Ya know what I mean? Bricks city all day
(Night life)
Now for those of y?all who think I purposely make my voice deep
Tryna sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whatever
Fuck all y?all alright 'cause this is me, this is who I be

This is my voice and you got no choice
And on that note I just wanted to say
Cheers to another thousand years
Of shit poppin? dope emceein? and I write my own rhymes y?all

Dirty Harriet
But before I forget don?t touch that dial y?all
Make sure y?all stay tune to check out
These next couple of bonus tracks I left y?all with

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Underneath The Night Sky - Lyrics - Too Young to Fight It - Young Love

Title: Underneath The Night Sky
Album: Too Young to Fight It
Artist: Young Love
Composer(s): Rory Phillips, Dan Keyes

Lyric:
Loud screams, fighting words, awful things were said
You might not be able to take back
She puts her hands on his face
And tells him get out, get out

Just leave, she pleads
He can't believe what he's done
As he's walking down the street
The night keeps warning him to turn around

Underneath the night sky take flight
Underneath the night sky she cries
Underneath the night sky one last time
You know where I'm going

Underneath the night sky
Remembering the reasons why
Underneath the night sky
I'll fall for you tonight again

On his way to familiar arms
Someone who will know him, the girl who understands
Stops dead in his tracks to see
It's too much too give up, not too late for apologies

Turns down the wrong street, give me all your money
Should know better than to be here alone
Tries to run, doesn't feel like a fight
She could hear the shots ring out from home

Underneath the night sky take flight
Underneath the night sky she cries
Underneath the night sky one last time
You know where I'm going

Underneath the night sky
Remembering the reasons why
Underneath the night sky
I'll fall for you tonight again

Don't forget to hold her tight
Everything can change so fast

Underneath the night sky take flight
Underneath the night sky she cries
Underneath the night sky one last time
You know where I'm going

Underneath the night sky
Remembering the reasons why
Underneath the night sky
I'll fall for you tonight again

Don't forget to hold her tight
Everything can change so fast, no, no, no
Don't forget to hold her tight
Everything can change so fast

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Cock It - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Cock It
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Uh huh, uh huh
Mic check, one, two
It's Juvenile comin' through
Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon

Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it
I can take a small name and make it famous
I reason with no one homie, I got fa sho cliental
I'm a X L out here in the streets or lyin' in jail

I'm quick tempered, please limit ya words
I will send you in a hurry down south with the splurge
It's kind of hard to understand me 'cause I speak with a slur
But my guns speak a language all the people done heard

Streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute
You fuckin' with a General, salute me Lieutenant
I'm not too particular with lies
I look 'em in their eyes, say a pray before you die

This ain't about me, this is 'bout somethin' that's spoke
You know runnin' with a nigga while you cuttin' his throat
Oh you loose lip bitches get hung from a rope, you know
Bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh!

Cock it, take berrata then pop it
Give me that, out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?

Cock it, take berrata then pop it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?

Keep on makin' ya laws, I'm a keep breakin' them
I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in
If ya son touchin' my shit, you better pray for him
Bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatred's been

I ain't the only solider they got a lot of these
All of these children make me know who dropped a lot of seeds
I smoke till my eyes shut, stay strapped
So if you think about sneakin', you better wise up

Hit you with the traqualizer, let it fill ya head
Paralyze you, have ya screamin', "I can't feel my legs"
Regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said
The shell around ya get puked like eggs

I'm from the M A G N O L I A
My bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say
You niggas gonna respect it or get out my way
Or the Coroner's gonna happen to ya all time sake

Cock it, take berrata then pop it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?

Cock it, take berrata then pop it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?

You old niggas on ya last limb
Move over, let some niggas who really want it come cash in
Suppose to get killed for cock blockin' in cells
Solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell

Fresh off the porch where the stash spot
I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my dad got
Got the chopper, cut the weight, nice in the trash box
Nigga be on paper, so himmed up from the bad cops

How the hoes be actin', hopin' for child support
I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope
I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it
Niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it

Beef is beef whenever the shit occurs
If it's real, it's gon' resolve into metal for sure
But hit the right one, he ain't respectin' my bad
My only satisfaction will be poppin' your ass

Cock it, take berrata then pop it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?

Cock it, take berrata then pop it
Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it
East coast whassup? Down south whassup?
West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?

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40 - Money Scheme - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Money Scheme
Artist: E
Composer(s): B Kante, James Savage, E Stevens

Lyric:
W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
Beotch
Mobster, turn that shit up
Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh uh
Sinister shit
Uh-huh uh-huh what?
Jayo, Jayo smell me on this one

Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin'
Hello but if I do that's what I do
(That's what I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go back to slangin
Hello but if I do that's what I do
(That's what I do)

Grindin' out of my aunty's backyard, that's the chronic
I been havin' more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired license comes in

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin' that capital that the big homey advanced me
In front of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bringin' bitch ass niggaz out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
To sellin' sherm sticks but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
To sellin loop loop but if I do that's what I do

I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder chicken
Barely livin' and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed back to use

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, 'cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me? Bitch

When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall like Guy, for tryin' to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont

All my niggaz havin fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A money scheme)

All my niggaz havin fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A money scheme)

All my bitches havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A money scheme)

All my bitches havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A money scheme)

The freight, nigga fuck the hype
Beotch, you gotta pay me just to breathe on the mic
High, higher than a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin' loud

Systemized, a triple striker, when I was born
My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah 'cause I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb preparer heroin provider

I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin' niggaz
Like the, like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Donald Duck
Nut, all on her spine and on her butt
Fuck, major clientele
Then I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it ain't matterin'
They scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers don't please us
So I just go around sippin' fine wine like Jesus
And every time I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' like hundred spokes

All my bitches havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A money scheme)

Still drinkin' Krypton brothers is Snapple
Then I snap like a snapping turtle
Nigga, shittin; on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco

It's third down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get tackled
Get your land while you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran

Killa nigga put honey on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I leave no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people said so

You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips even if it means lettin' these motherfuckers have it

Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out

Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for staplin' and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and draggin'
My bitch, by her weave

I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, last New Year's Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents
More ki's than a janitor

It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin' lot
Throwin' up gang signs
To as if he was some kind of first base coach

I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy
In the drive through, hollerin' at her breezy

All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A money scheme)

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Confront Ya Babe - Lyrics - Harlem: Diary of a Summer - Jim Jones

Title: Confront Ya Babe
Album: Harlem: Diary of a Summer
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Franklin Crum, Jim Jones, Eriberio Serrano

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Lyric:
I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it
I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

Nigga, I'll leave you bleedin' on ya door slot
Max B look like Derek Jeter on the short stop, uh
I'll put the heater to ya soft spot
Waive the nina and make ya Adidas do the short stop, uh

You don't want it with me B
Dickie under the snorkel heat and the mean V
Bend ya main bitches over, give 'em the wee wee
Big gun up close in ya face 3D, uh

I'll put the thing near ya ear, let it bang near ya ear
Fivic grand crew haters linger in the air
Clothes fit right like the finger in ya beer
Last week hit anger in the rear

Jim came threw he gave me the chain
And couple of 'guettes in my ear
Now the bird swingin' off the thermo
Tre pound tucked, bitch, I don't give a fuck, bitch

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

Shit, I treats this game like it's '88
Nauti' sweats no socks hopped out the range with the paper plates
Hopped on the plane with the bathing apes
Hopped off the plane to see the hatian face so pound nigga, sa pa say

We gangsta rappin', gettin' dough from this violence, east side
I'm talkin' G4's blowin' haze smoke from the piolet, purple
I chartered that flight 'cause it was lookin' kinda rainy
Now I'm known to bring the goons out
Like that nigga John Chaney, Goonies

Or catch me up on the hill in the whip doing 80, dimelo
Till the police pulled me over and the whip smelled all hazy
What you know about that cash get you thrown up in the trash
I'll put a gun up in ya mouth and have you blow it out yo ass

Blunt up in my mouth blowin' out the grass
Show you how to stunt, pockets loaded with the cash
Show you how to dump, semi loaded ready to blast
I'll roll up on you chumps I got this whole shit in a smash

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

Yo now when I'm cruisin' through Harlem I get my bunky charn on
Gotta dunny dunk broad with a dunky dunk car
I get all that chronic straight from them honky tonk guys
You junior muthafuckas I'm donkey don kong

I just left Jacob and he got me chunky on arm
Now I'm on my way to go smoke a dunky don bong
I brought da band out and I ain't talkin' Puffy Sean Combs
Dem drums turn into guns goin' brump ba bump, bump

Now ya mind out ya body
You wonder I got the nine in the party I was high in it prolly
Doggy, I put the kam in the kazi you need it pa
Holla I might go guide you, poppy it's the guy

Call me cardan tho, been passed dem, bust, if, ain't
We ain't with the village fags nah, we on Lenox Ave.
You mad, go get ya dad, you fag, you fit for drag
And that nina'll bump you, or if it's a need I confront you, fucker

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

If there's a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come punch ya babe, Dipset
Fur beavers, big blunts and things
Byrd gang, Byrd gang, ow

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2000 B.C. (Before Canibus) - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: 2000 B.C. (Before Canibus)
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Tyrone Fuffe, Michael Harper

Lyric:
Yo, my offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconscious and talk shit
In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object
Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin'
So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
Knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin

The beautiful blend of power and strength
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga, lyrically hurt a nigga
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga, Kennedy curse a nigga
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man? Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

Yo, I spit for it
(Lie for it)
Live for it
(Die for it)
Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it
If I'm handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it
I'ma blow trial and do the federal time for it
You mad at the last album, I apologize for it
Yo, I can't call it, motherfuckin' Wyclef spoiled it
But this time for 99 I got 5 on it

You should double up and put a dime on it
Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it
I'ma shine on it, watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it, watch people call a request line for it
Cypher sounds keep pushin' rewind on it
Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it
12 o'clock in the morning you'll be standin' on line for it
I'm a live poet with a sharp ear and eye for it
'Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip shit when I spit shit, Father forgive bis
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
'Coz they sounded like idiots, they went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millennium they'll probably be wearin' iridium
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium
Y'all niggaz can't be serious, I was nice before ice
Before Christ, before the words let there be light
And a light took over the night, I was born with a mic

Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life
Took this rap shit to new heights
Before the Wright brothers took flight
Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes
Before MC's picked up pens and started to write
Before promotional marketin' and posterlights?
The Canibus'll bust up mics, punch out lights
Punch out your motherfuckin' eyesight for the title bought fight
Ask Top Phife, I snatch the track for half price
The Canibus is too nice, gimme that mic

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

It's been a long time
(It's been a long time)
I shouldn't have left you
(I shouldn't have left you)
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y'all
(C'mon)
I roast y'all
(C'mon)
So come on
Hold on
(Hold on)

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Rocket Man - Lyrics - Me First And The Gimme Gimmes

Title: Rocket Man
Artist: Me First And The Gimme Gimmes
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour, nine a.m. and I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space on such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Touch down, brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Touch down, brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
A rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids, in fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand, it's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Touch down, brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
A rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Touch down, brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
A rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time

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Rocket Man - Lyrics - William Hung

Title: Rocket Man
Artist: William Hung
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
She packed my bags last night pre-flight, zero hour nine a.m
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space on such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time

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The Last Gig Of Johnny B. Goode - Lyrics - Leo Sayer

Title: The Last Gig Of Johnny B. Goode
Artist: Leo Sayer
Composer(s): Frank Farrell, Leo Sayer

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Lyric:
He pleads with his manager
There seems no way out
Have one last cigarette
No time to put it out
He's quitting this time for good
This is the last gig with Johnny B. Goode

Now the pressure's really on
Black limousines close in
His hotel suite is really neat
But the flight nearly did him in
A telegram said break a leg
And the doctor says he's broken his head

Set up the amps and play it loud
So no one will hear the words
A good job, they wouldn't wanna hang around
But set up the lights but keep 'em dim
So no one will see him in the state that he's in

Ladies and gentlemen
Very last time will you welcome
The man who if he could help it
Would not be here tonight
The man who has nothing, nothing left to prove
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

Now the agent's looking restless
He says this house is awful bad
He said we should have booked the audience
Rather than booked the band
He's quitting this tour for good
'Cause they won't turn up for Johnny B. Goode

Yeah, set up the amps and play it loud
So no one can hear the words
Good job, they wouldn't wanna hang around
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, oh, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, oh, bye bye Johnny
Yeah, bye bye Johnny B. Goode
Oh, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

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Rocket Man (Live) - Lyrics - Rocket Man - Elton John

Title: Rocket Man (Live)
Album: Rocket Man
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I?m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife
It?s lonely out in space, on such a timeless flight

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I?m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, I?m a rocket man
Rocket man, I'm burning out of fuse up here alone

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I?m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, I?m a rocket man
Rocket man, I'm burning out of fuse up here alone

Mars ain?t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it?s cold as hell
And there?s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science, I don?t understand
It?s just my job five days a week, a rocket man, oh rocket man

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I?m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, I?m a rocket man
Rocket man, I'm burning out of fuse up here alone

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I?m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, I?m a rocket man
Rocket man, I'm burning out of fuse up here alone

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
It?s gonna be a long, long time
I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
It?s gonna be a long, long time, oh

Long, long time, gonna be a long, long time
It?s gonna be a long, long time
Gonna be a long, long time
Oh, I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time, oh yeah

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Last Stop : This Town - Lyrics - Electro-Shock Blues - Eels

Title: Last Stop : This Town
Album: Electro-Shock Blues
Artist: Eels
Composer(s): Mark O. Everett, Michael S. Simpson

Lyric:
You're dead but the world keeps spinning
Take a spin through the world you left
It's getting dark a little too early
Are you missing the dearly bereft?

Taking flight
And you could be here tomorrow
Taking flight
Well, you could get here tonight

I'm gonna fly on down
For the last stop to this town
What? I'm gonna fly on down
Then fly away, well, alright

Get down
Get down
Get down

Takin' a spin through the neighborhood
The neighbors scream whatchya talkin' bout?
'Cause they don't know how to let you in
And I can't let you out

What if I was not your only friend in this world
Can you take me where you're going
If you're never coming back

I'm gonna fly on down
For the last stop to this town
I'm gonna fly on down
Then fly away on my way

Get down
Get down
Get down

Why we take a ride away up
High through the neighborhood?
Up over the billboards
And the factories and smoke

I'm gonna fly on down
For the last stop to this town, yeah
I'm gonna fly on down
Then fly away on my way
Fly away

Get down
Get down
Get down
Get down

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Rocket Man - Lyrics - Elton John

Title: Rocket Man
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
She packed my bags last night pre flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high, as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as Hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you didn't
And all this science, I don't understand
It's just my job, five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Now, I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
...

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Rocket Man (I Think It'S Going To Be A Long, Long Time) - Lyrics - One Night Only - Elton John

Title: Rocket Man (I Think It'S Going To Be A Long, Long Time)
Album: One Night Only
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I?m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife
It?s lonely out in space, on such a timeless flight

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I?m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, I?m a rocket man
Rocket man, I'm burning out of fuse up here alone

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I?m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, I?m a rocket man
Rocket man, I'm burning out of fuse up here alone

Mars ain?t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it?s cold as hell
And there?s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science, I don?t understand
It?s just my job five days a week, a rocket man, oh rocket man

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I?m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, I?m a rocket man
Rocket man, I'm burning out of fuse up here alone

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I?m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, I?m a rocket man
Rocket man, I'm burning out of fuse up here alone

And I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
It?s gonna be a long, long time
I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time
It?s gonna be a long, long time, oh

Long, long time, gonna be a long, long time
It?s gonna be a long, long time
Gonna be a long, long time
Oh, I think, it?s gonna be a long, long time, oh yeah

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Alright - Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - Freeway

Title: Alright
Album: Philadelphia Freeway
Artist: Freeway
Composer(s): Ronnie Foster, Leslie Pridgen, Allen Anthony, J Smith

Lyric:
State property, Roc-a-fella records
This that feeling music you know
We make that music you can feel early
Just blaze

I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again
And we doing it back and forth
Roll with a gang of thugs my burner my hood passport
Fresh from the airport I'm back again

And I clap your men
I'm from a block where niggas might blast your pops
No chance ambulance can't save your kin
Smoke reefer burn reefer chill in my spot

Instead of making Selat drink liters of gin
I'm drunk again I'm high again
I just might fly a kite
To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen

They booked in a jail, I'm booking a flight
It's fucked up last year we was all on the block
This can't be life this can't be love
They roll with a whack, I roll with a snub, we all in a fight

Alright
(Woo)
Baby don't you cry
(Ugh)
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Everything's gon' be alright

Alright
(Woo)
I know we can make it through this
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Don't let go hold on tight
(Ugh)

Alright
Alright
Alright
Baby don't you cry

Every thing gon' be alright all night
Free is on his job let the music play
And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight
But if a dude get out of line put him back in tech

Must be out his mind let the ruger spray
Clap until we alright all out of dodge
(Alright)
That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report
(Sweet)
Check on the war report, check on the stores we bought
(Yeah)
Check on the kids and shit

Hope everything's alright all night 'cause all day pop in the mix
I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip
Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's alright
And my label the shit

Alright
(And you hating the click)
Baby don't you cry
(Woo)
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Everything's gon be alright

Alright
(Woo)
I know we can make it through this
(Tell 'em)
Alright
(Yeah)
Don't let go hold on tight

Alright, alright
(Woo)
Alright, alright
(Geah)
Alright, yeah

I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me
(And don't you worry about a thing)
It ain't a thing I'm bringing them things with me scrap
And I take 'em around the globe travel around the globe
Been to Paris and back again

Free fall back get stacks with a pen
Still move like a king pen clapping you forward
I went from gat in the tux
Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck

Same shit different line up work gat and a tech
I might get with Mac and act up in a Bent
We came a long way from a pack and tech
(We got to reach for something better)
Geah

Alright
(Woo)
Oh oh baby
(Geah)
Alright
(Woo)
Everything's gon' be alright for you and me
(Geah)

Alright
(Right geah)
Come on
(Ugh it's the Roc)
Alright
(It's the Roc)
Alright, hey hey hey yeah
(Geah)

Alright
(Geah)
Alright, oh oh oh yeah
(Geah)
Alright
(Holla)

Alright
All my homeboys out there dying
(Tell 'em)
Alright
Hey, this world's a crazy place
(Geah)

Alright, oh
(Geah)
Why didn't I find my place
(Yes)
Alright
Alright alright
(Clap clap clap clap)
(Holla)

Alright
(Holla)
Alright
(Geah)
Alright
(Oh baby, everything is gon' be alright)

Young Free, Allen Anthony
The Roc is definitely in the building
Woo, geah, geah, woop woop geah
Clap clap clap clap clap, woo woo woo

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