My First Born For A Song - Lyrics - Bell X1

Title: My First Born For A Song
Artist: Bell X1
Composer(s): Brian Patrick Crosby, Dave Brian Geraghty, Paul Anthony Noonan, Dominic Michael Phillips

Lyric:
Somewhere in this sea of Club Milks
Tea and ashtray, there is a song
I'm in the crow's nest with binoculars
Just waiting for one to come along

I've seen the flare so I know it's there
Has me tied up at a rate of knots
No navigation, global positioning
Just me and this midnight oil

So take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
And I will cross his palm

My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song

Somewhere in this froth and howling wind
There's something worth singing
Climb into the attic to write me a classic
But it's not happening, it's just Christmas up here

Between the phone calls and text messages
The air must be thick with words, but not between us
Shoulder to grindstone, switching to manual
Keep the head down and I'll see you at the end

So take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
And I will cross his palm

My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song

Take me to your king
I hear he's the man to see
And I will cross his palm
I will cross his palm
I will cross his palm

My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song
My first born for a song

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My First Child - Lyrics - Hell And Back - Drag On

Title: My First Child
Album: Hell And Back
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Jerry Stokes, Alon Travis

Lyric:
Oh man
That's my first child, my first born man
I did this, I created this

Ain't no time for being a savage, I gotta push a carriage
But some rapped in soft fabric, this is deeper than marriage
Chip off your old block, your chip off your old pops
But you too young to hear my stories 'bout how I sold rock

'Cause just yesterday I cut your umbilical chords
Doctor said, "You have several purports, I guess you shook it off"
Bless, my God, my first child, my first born
I feel so rebirth like this my first song

I held you helpless, I couldn't help it
How can a nigga abandon his child? I can never be selfish
Sometimes I feed him too much, throw upon his bib
I just gave birth to another one of God's kids

He can't see me, yet his eyes closed
I love his baby smell, his baby size clothes
His eyes open, my eyes froze

My first child
With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My first child
I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same

I watched you get a little older, gettin' up out your stroller
Carried you over my shoulders, you my little soldier
And I love you some more, it's never the same
First time you walk, you fell on the floor, circus score

First words now, what's my name?
And you almost look the same as
I can never be mad that, in fact I'm glad that
You know your dad dad, where your daddy at

'Cause when I was your age, son, I never had that
I'ma be there for my little nigga, you just a little nigga
Old enough to get potty trained, no more dypers changed
I named him El Kwan, so he could have a righteous name

And know who Allah be and eat Halal Salami
And know how to salaam me, wa-alaikum as-salaam
Know who my babysitter, I take him straight to my moms
Love it when I pick him up, he come straight to my arms

My first child
With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My first child
I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same

The first day of school, I taught him respect, so he had a little manners
So he pledge allegiance before he sung the star spangled banner
Walk with a bop just like his pops
He wore his cap to the back 'cause he seen his dad do that

Musta had his ear to the door 'cause he heard his mom's moan
'Cause the first day he got the key to the crib he brung a chick home
Okay, time for the talk, you know what these is for?
Life support and I placed about four in your drawer

So whenever you do boy, just don't go raw
Whenever you need some more, just come, knock on your pops door
'Cause you know I got 'em, I raised 'em, I dressed 'em
He dress himself, now Allah blessed 'em, he study Allah lessons

And I pray that the streets don't arrest him
His friends are pass him a spike lee joint
But I'll pass him the message

Sometimes I think like, did I do right or did I do wrong?
'Cause I made her have an abortion, now I wish that he was born
Because he would have been my first child, my first born

My first child
With open arms, I spread my wings to give you life
My first child
I never let you go, no, life without you here with me, I never be the same

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Z - My 1st Song - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - My 1st Song
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Germain De La Fuente

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Lyric:
I'm just, tryin' to stay above water y'know
Just stay busy, stay workin'
Puff told me like, the key to this joint
The key to staying, on top of things
Is treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin'?
Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern
Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry

Uhh, uhh, yes, yes
Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop
Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop
Let me tell you people why
Came from the bottom of the block I

When I was born, it was sworn
I was never gon' be shit
Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
Had to get my ride on

Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
Had to had to get these chips
Had to make moves like Olajuwon
Started out sellin' dimes and nicks

Graduated to a brick
No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
Legendary like a schoolboy
Crushin' merely nearly every every chick

Heavy shit, that's how schoolboy got whipped
And got left on some "Just me, myself and I"
On some Trugoy shit
Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return

Had to play with fire and get burned
Only way the boy ever gon' learn
Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn
Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned

It's my life, it's my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you it's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as, when I came
It's my joy and my tears
And the laughter it brings to me, it's my everything

Like I never rode in a limo
Like I just dropped flows to a demo
Like it's ninety-two again' and
And I got O's in the rental

Back in the Stu' again
No prob' livin' was a whole lot simpler
When you think back, you thought that
You would never make it this far

Then you take advantage of the luck you handed
Or the talent, you been given
Ain't no, half steppin', ain't no, no slippin'
Ain't no different from a block that's hidden
Gotta get it while the getting's good
Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop
Then you gotta bid it, good riddance

Goodbye, this is my second major breakup
My first was, with a pager
With a hooptie, a cook pot, and the Cane
This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune
Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the fame

It's my life, my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you it's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as, when I came
It's my joy and my tears
And my laughter it brings to me, it's my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst like the first song I sang

Woo, it's like the blues
We gon' ride out on this one, ta-tah, be-hah
Yo, Hah, 'member you was makin' them dashes
For them niggaa at radio and shit?

Clark Kent, that was good lookin' out nigga
Carlene, who ever thought we'd make it this far homey?
Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin'? Lenny S
Dame whattup? Robbin' the bank

Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member, uhh
You had that fucked up ass handwritin'
You was writin' all the numbers that we was spendin' now
For the videos we was doin' ourselves, whattup?

Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit
But we we still put it together
Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh
But y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shit
At his crib, I think that was Rudy

And they was havin' a 'lil trouble with the pool
You and Ta-tah was laughin'
Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta?
Hip-Hop, whattup man?

Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh
You ain't have no muh'fuckin' seat on your, on your bicycle
Now you uhh, the head of black music
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there homey G, whattup G?

Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc
Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man
I be takin' them shits in one take
You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, stick it, you gon' be tight

OG One, whattup?
I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process
But it's all good, whassup Dash?
My whole family, my nephew, cousin' Angie, whassup? Te-Tee

B, B, B, B, mom, you made the album, how crazy is that?
Bob Allah, rest in peace
My pops, rest in peace, wassup A.J.?
Biggie Smalls, rest in peace
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Nigga, I'm 'bout to go golfin' man
Ay, I might even have me a Cappuccino, fuck it
I'm goin' somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at nigga
Holla at me, it's your boy

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Won'T Be Home - Lyrics - Old 97'S

Title: Won'T Be Home
Artist: Old 97'S
Composer(s): Phillip Peeples, Murray Hammond, Stewart Miller, Kendall Bethea

Lyric:
You're a bottle cap away
From pushing me too far
Well, the problem's getting big
And it's a compact car

So I won't feel so bad
I did all I could do
Now I'm on wounded knee
And we're at Waterloo
So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
On a cold night in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
Was, 'I won't be home no more'

You're a rattle-trap tonight
My ears are getting tired
So listen for awhile
Before this thing expired

It was bound to fail
Because of where I'm from
Now the moon's at four o'clock
And it's high time kingdom come
So please get out of my car

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
On a cold night in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
Was, 'I won't be home no more'

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
On a cold night in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
Was, 'I won't be home no more'
And I won't be home no more

I'm pulling off the road, I'm opening the door
I'm giving you the pavement, I'm telling you what for
You're no more than a thought
No more than a thought

Oh you're getting smaller in my rear view mirror
And you're getting smaller in my rear view mirror
Getting smaller in my rear view mirror
Getting smaller

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
On a cold night in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
Was, 'I won't be home no more'

I was born in the backseat of a Mustang
On a cold night in a hard rain
And the very first song that the radio sang
Was, 'I won't be home no more'
And I won't be home no more
And I won't be home no more

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Leave Me Alone - Lyrics - First Come First Served - Dr. Dooom

Title: Leave Me Alone
Album: First Come First Served
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know
What I've been going through to make my own, yeah

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?
You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a specimen
Don't look at me funny when I come around
And y'all been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music with a Japanese assistant

What does a Chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As I see 'em watching bet
There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm starting to feel like Jimi Hendrix
When they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the truth of the project group
Which they always have secret spies in with eyes
Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks
And dats, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function
With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about Mariah Carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys
While I break out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be a regular like Dru Hill, a little more ill
Hey Keith we want you to be ill

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

Of course I'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad? cos I'm original?
You can't do the material
When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo I'll take my white rhyme down to world's Fargo
How long's it gonna take?
900 Thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk
I don't need a binge this year

Took care of my paperwork
Take the united taxi out to Vegas
While the average RNB group is doing a promo concert
Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground mc's
Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me ??welcome to the business?
Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness
I ain't playin' all this African stuff, all look the same

I don't need a Joe neck bone puttin' his artwork on my cd
Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne
No, I'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure
Besides I do wear a cold blue winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants yeah

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

Why you think I should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you wear it?
Put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hyping' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack
Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like Louis Armstrong's
Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like Tracy Chapman
I canceled a big tour 'cos I was prepared
You're on the roll with your damn money and you're all scared
Why y'all walkin, look hard like your manager got your name
All over your versatile card
And plus, this video treatment sucks
The fish lens effect
The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks
Look at the director trying to tell me what to do
I've done this before

14 Degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead
Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearing a Yankee hat and a starter
I'm not dressing up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?
I don't need mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group like Pantera
Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, DreamWorks
Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man
I'm like prince
You might see me once every 5 years at the record company
While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table doing routine dances for advances
Oooh you've been involved

Yeah, leave me alone
Hey Keith, we want you to be ill

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Brain Damage - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: Brain Damage
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
Scalpel
Here
Sponge
Here
Wait, he's convulsing, he's convulsing
We're gonna have to shock him
Oh my, oh my God
We're gonna have to shock him
Oh my God

These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts, "Nurse we're losin' him, check the pulse"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin' white boy, scrawny and always ornery
'Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin' on me
And I might snap, one day just like that
I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack

My first day in junior high, this kid said
"It's you and I, three o'clock sharp' this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one twenty
"I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me?"
He said, "Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse"
My palms were sweaty and I started to shake at first
Something told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache it works"
I screamed, "My appendix feels like they could burst
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse"

"What's the matter?"
"I don't know, my leg, it hurts"
"Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy?"
"Oh, I mean it is but I also got a bum knee"
"Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over
And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework"
"But don't you wanna give me after school detention?"
"Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him"

Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin'
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song
Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin'
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song
Brain damage

Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted obnoxious 'cause his father boxes
So everyday he'd shove me in the lockers
One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin'
And had me in the position to beat me into submission
He banged my head against the urinal 'til he broke my nose
Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat
I tried to plead and tell him, "We shouldn't beat"
But he just wouldn't leave, he kept chokin' me and I couldn't breathe
He looked at me and said, "You gonna die honkey"
The principal walked in and started helpin' him stomp me

I made them think they beat me to death
Holdin' my breath for like five minutes before they finally left
Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth
Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms and foreign tools
"This is for every time you took my orange juice
Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk
Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt
I'm gettin' you back bully, now once and for good"
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could
And beat him over the head with it 'til I broke the wood
Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot

Made it home, later that same day
Started reading a comic and suddenly everything became gray
I couldn't even see what I was tryin' to read
I went deaf and my left ear started to bleed
My mother started screamin', "What are you on, drugs?
Look at you, you're gettin' blood all over my rug!"
She beat me over the head with the remote control
Opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, "Look bitch, what have you done?"
"Oh my God, I'm sorry son", "Shut up you cunt", I said, "Fuck it"
Took it and stuck it back up in my head
Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck

Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin'
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song
Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin'
But everywhere I go they keep playin' my song

Brain damage
It's brain damage
I got brain damage
It's brain damage
It's probably brain damage
It's brain damage
Brain damage
I got brain damage

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Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix) - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix)
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): C Jackson, M Valenzano, Harris A Lyon, J Taylor, Baker Felde

Lyric:
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out 'My Melody'"

I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin', niggaz had stolen my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers

At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
I had the whole crowd yellin', "Free Yayo"
So niggaz better get up outta mine
For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine

And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend

And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth?

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change it's stayin' the same

How many of them boys is witcha'?
When you had that little TV, you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walking with a snub, 'cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin'
In the club 'til they coughin' on the rug
Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud

My role model is gone snortin' up his drug
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat
Now it's an Auggie shirt and my coat

Now I'm speedin', reminiscin', holdin' my weed in
Never listen if I see him I'ma lift 'em
And maybe that'll even the score
But if not, it'll be me on the floor

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that lil' deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose

Sippin, 'Easy Jesus', rockin' a leases
My momma wit me when she found my pieces
I look back on life, thank God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang that's why I'm loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homey, I'm still all good

Let me show you what a thug 'bout I'm born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

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Cry Now (Shady Remix) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Cry Now (Shady Remix)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): S Benton, B Johnson, D Moore, D Campbell, V Carlisle, A Rogers, R Johnson, C Louis, Don D. Robey, Joseph Scott, Obie Trice

Lyric:
Shady, old mix
Back, second round's on me
Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater
Obie Trice, what?

*** didn't kill me
Now a **** gon' get
Peel my cap back, I'm never at home
I'm somewhere with my **** restin' on a **** tongue

Sippin' on Don Perion while she's sippin' up them ****
Yeah, bet you hate the news holmes
You probably somewhere sittin' on the stoop huh
Sippin' on the **** plottin' to **** me later huh

When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song
I **** on the corner, send weight to the coroner
When courage make 'em turn performer
I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's virgin

Verses lettin' superfulious with no purpose ****
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed for hip-hop branch out my services
Ya try to **** this **** that's comin' from the same turf as yas
What nerves have yas

**** because your hussles ain't worth a ****
I'm gettin' rich I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's
Dig? With a **** you in the trenches tryin' to reach it big
On another rapper's **** go on represent where you live

Know you annoyed but don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda ****, not an Accord
I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford
And yup it's probably ease when a **** is on board

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

I'll be damned if I let a **** lay his hands on me
I'll lay his **** out and park a grand dam on him
The city where the weak survive and the strong die
Where beef collides **** happen and hit the wrong guy

I done seen the worst of the worst and what can be worse
Than a verse about **** dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse **** frontin' for a ****
It's like you beggin' to die like bear huntin' with a switch

A part of my heart is gone I could never smile the same
**** finger is itchy it'll take awhile to tame
Detroit is hella dirty but the dozen can fix it
Resist and the biscuit will exceed the distance

And bounce off one's home hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone
Right to where you **** lay
Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away
Y'all shed tears but y'all can get your feel of it today

I know
I know
I know
I know

Laugh now cry never my **** is a body part
Hit him with just enough **** to make his body hard
Now I feel like we even see Creek is here
To shine a light on you **** diseasin'

Soon as I get my karma right on Lindsy Rose I'm leavin'
Load up a **** and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin'
**** they got snitches on the clock gotta watch what I'm sayin'
Me buy a **** a couple rocks and the watch quit playin'

Back on my greasy my neezy nobody bread whippin
And for them ****' spectators I brought the band with me
Halftime **** and grab pine you will never grab mine ****
The dolli's was lyin' when he said you was gon' be fine ****

Cashis

Witness art of war in the phyical
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical
And no words from cash mouth is fixin'
Ready with dope **** I'm ever dissin'

My aura of war is raw to the core
The surface of the street when I walk through the door
My purpose is to move up pull tools you perpin'
Watch me overthrow the government in my turban

Plot up and line up solo mia
Prayin' to proof I'm searchin' for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother gone in the streets of the D
I'm talkin' to **** and hopin' **** waitin' on me

Take the first shot then, the second round's on me
And when the wars on the other side, me and my brother ride
I don't rap for the plaques my contracts signed just for scraps
To get you wack ****

With a gun with a **** with a bat
Take a **** through the lung, get you right what you rappin' ****
I'm born crazy raised in more fame
It's the clappin' down **** for entertainment

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

Young stack he the **** on tuck want war
I don't give a **** till you kiss and pucker up
It'll lift 'em up believe me you'll flow
Duracell is your family heart broke

Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable
Ho's stiff **** paralyzed from the neck down
My goon stick **** turn soldiers to stick figures
Hand on **** real life born ****

We roll out like four wheelers, **** sent us
From backstabbers and gold diggers tipsy off brown liquor
Watch me obnoxious broad call me cocky
Poppin' long **** stabbed it out the box like hockey

Especially when a **** ride it like jockey
From the Benz to the range to the black Joloppy
I'm the **** the only one who ain't heard is Foxy
Formalize a plan no man can stop me ball all, Stat Quo understand
Ya copy?

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

Shady
It's the re-up

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Cry Now (Remix) - Lyrics - The Re-Up - Eminem

Title: Cry Now (Remix)
Album: The Re-Up
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): S Benton, B Johnson, D Moore, D Campbell, V Carlisle, A Rogers, R Johnson, C Louis, Don D. Robey, Joseph Scott, Obie Trice

Lyric:
Shady, old mix
Back, second round's on me
Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater
Obie Trice, what?

*** didn't kill me
Now a **** gon' get
Peel my cap back, I'm never at home
I'm somewhere with my **** restin' on a **** tongue

Sippin' on Don Perion while she's sippin' up them ****
Yeah, bet you hate the news holmes
You probably somewhere sittin' on the stoop huh
Sippin' on the **** plottin' to **** me later huh

When will a hater learn I'm too great on a song
I **** on the corner, send weight to the coroner
When courage make 'em turn performer
I transform into Uma Thurman, a dude's virgin

Verses lettin' superfulious with no purpose ****
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed for hip-hop branch out my services
Ya try to **** this **** that's comin' from the same turf as yas
What nerves have yas

**** because your hussles ain't worth a ****
I'm gettin' rich I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's
Dig? With a **** you in the trenches tryin' to reach it big
On another rapper's **** go on represent where you live

Know you annoyed but don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda ****, not an Accord
I'm in that Honda G4 you will never afford
And yup it's probably ease when a **** is on board

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

I'll be damned if I let a **** lay his hands on me
I'll lay his **** out and park a grand dam on him
The city where the weak survive and the strong die
Where beef collides **** happen and hit the wrong guy

I done seen the worst of the worst and what can be worse
Than a verse about **** dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse **** frontin' for a ****
It's like you beggin' to die like bear huntin' with a switch

A part of my heart is gone I could never smile the same
**** finger is itchy it'll take awhile to tame
Detroit is hella dirty but the dozen can fix it
Resist and the biscuit will exceed the distance

And bounce off one's home hit and riquoche off a kid's trombone
Right to where you **** lay
Obie can tell you that death is just a few inches away
Y'all shed tears but y'all can get your feel of it today

I know
I know
I know
I know

Laugh now cry never my **** is a body part
Hit him with just enough **** to make his body hard
Now I feel like we even see Creek is here
To shine a light on you **** diseasin'

Soon as I get my karma right on Lindsy Rose I'm leavin'
Load up a **** and make it dark on them heroes I'm cheesin'
**** they got snitches on the clock gotta watch what I'm sayin'
Me buy a **** a couple rocks and the watch quit playin'

Back on my greasy my neezy nobody bread whippin
And for them ****' spectators I brought the band with me
Halftime **** and grab pine you will never grab mine ****
The dolli's was lyin' when he said you was gon' be fine ****

Cashis

Witness art of war in the phyical
Since raw coke was rushed through my umbilical
And no words from cash mouth is fixin'
Ready with dope **** I'm ever dissin'

My aura of war is raw to the core
The surface of the street when I walk through the door
My purpose is to move up pull tools you perpin'
Watch me overthrow the government in my turban

Plot up and line up solo mia
Prayin' to proof I'm searchin' for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother gone in the streets of the D
I'm talkin' to **** and hopin' **** waitin' on me

Take the first shot then, the second round's on me
And when the wars on the other side, me and my brother ride
I don't rap for the plaques my contracts signed just for scraps
To get you wack ****

With a gun with a **** with a bat
Take a **** through the lung, get you right what you rappin' ****
I'm born crazy raised in more fame
It's the clappin' down **** for entertainment

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

Young stack he the **** on tuck want war
I don't give a **** till you kiss and pucker up
It'll lift 'em up believe me you'll flow
Duracell is your family heart broke

Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable
Ho's stiff **** paralyzed from the neck down
My goon stick **** turn soldiers to stick figures
Hand on **** real life born ****

We roll out like four wheelers, **** sent us
From backstabbers and gold diggers tipsy off brown liquor
Watch me obnoxious broad call me cocky
Poppin' long **** stabbed it out the box like hockey

Especially when a **** ride it like jockey
From the Benz to the range to the black Joloppy
I'm the **** the only one who ain't heard is Foxy
Formalize a plan no man can stop me ball all, Stat Quo understand
Ya copy?

I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know, cry now
I know

Shady
It's the re-up

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Lullaby - Lyrics - Hot - Melanie B (Melanie Brown)

Title: Lullaby
Album: Hot
Artist: Melanie B (Melanie Brown)
Composer(s): Julian Gallaher, Richard Stannard, Melanie Brown, Richard Norris

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Lyric:
Sometimes I think about
What life was like before
Was it full of old remedies
That kept me reaching for the door

But I know this love is unconditional
Deep inside you're my living joy

I'm gonna sing you a lullaby
A thousand times or more
You're as sweet as a butterfly
Baby, all I need and more

Gonna sing you my song
'Cos I think the world about you
You're the only one that matters now
Since the day you were born

The first time I looked at you
On that Friday afternoon
Your eyes were all a wondering
Who am I and who are you?

But I know our love is unconditional
(Our love, yes it is)
Deep inside you're my living joy

I'm gonna sing you a lullaby
(All night)
A thousand times or more
(All night long, yeah)

You're as sweet as a butterfly
(Butterfly)
Baby, all I need and more
(All I need and more)

Gonna sing you my song
'Cos I think so much about you
You're the only one that matters now
Since the day you were born

Thousand times or more
All I need and more
Sing you my song
Think the world about you
Day you were born

But I know this love is unconditional
(Yes, it is)
Deep inside you're my living joy

Gonna sing you a lullaby
A thousand times or more
You're as sweet as a butterfly
Baby, all I need and more

Gonna sing you my song
'Cos I think the world about you
You're the only one that matters now
Since the day you were born

Gonna sing you a lullaby
A thousand times or more
You're as sweet as a butterfly
Baby, all I need and more

Gonna sing you my song
'Cos I think the world about you
You're the only one that matters now
Since the day you were born

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Z - December 4th - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - December 4th
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Walter Jerome Boyd, Elijah A. Powell Jr., Shawn C. Carter, X J Smith

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Lyric:
Shawn Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces, he was the last of my 4 children
The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child

"Hi baby, what's wrong?
You look like, you've lost your best friend
Tell me, is it something that I've done again?
You look like, you've lost your best friend tell me"

They say, "They never really miss you till you dead or you gone"
So on that note I'm leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on

I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the siccamore tree which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At 10 pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain

Although through the years I gave her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare I made it from birth and I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect I care
But I feel worthless 'cause my shirts wasn't matchin' my gear

Now I'm just scratchin' the surface 'cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted, hold on

Shawn was a very shy child growing up
He was into sports and a funny story is
At 4 he taught his self how to ride a bike
A two wheeler at that isn't that special?
But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up

Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so
With that distain in my membrane

Got on my pimp game
Fuck the world my defense came
Then Dahaven introduced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to cane, I'm a hustler now

My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd
And all the wavy light skinned girls is lovin' me now
My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag
Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged

Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly knowin' nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me movin' this crack

Gimme a second I swear
I will say about my rap career
Till 96 came niggas I'm here
Good-bye

Shawn use to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping
And um, until the wee hours of the morning
And then I bought him a boom box
And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts
But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble

Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush
Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush
And you in a drop your so easy to touch no two days are alike
Except the first and fifteenth pretty much

And trust is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up
And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up
You learn to work the water without workin', of thirst you'll die yup

And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got 'em
And this was the stress I live with till I decided

To try this rap shit for a livin', I pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made every sister I played
'Cause I'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made
This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me

If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

Now if you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

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The Wino &Amp; I Know - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: The Wino &Amp; I Know
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett

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Lyric:
Ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by Hank Snow
Walks through the street of the city so neat
City that only he knows

And I've seen him in so many places
Saw him the night I was born
In a Bourbon Street Bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn

And the wino and I know the pain of street singin'
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song, that could be a song, right

Coffee is strong at the Cafe Du Monde
The donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat 'til I eat way too much

'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be they pastries, lobsters or love, thank you for yours, brother
I'm just tryin' to get by bein' quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin' and shove

That's why, the wino and I know the pain of back bustin'
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin'
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song

Sweet senorita, won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea
Back to the only place that I want to be

And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
It's a strange situation, wild occupation
Just livin' my life like a song
Say it's a strange situation, a wild occupation
Just livin' my life like my song

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Shattered Dreams - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Shattered Dreams
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Bernard Freeman, Ray Erskine Jr Parker

Lyric:
Uhh, dedicated to all the underdogs, knahmtalkinbout?
Muthafuckas told me I wasn't gon' be shit
Told me I was gon' be able to do this rap shit
Knahmtalkinbout? My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin?

You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe

I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, yeah
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money, yeah

Man, I refuse to let these bitches take away my pride
Them hoes can lock my body up but they can't lock my mind
See I'm a young street flame, I got them fire eyes
I mean that Eyes of Fire, the Tiger, the Black Pride

I call some women bitches and I call some women whores
A bitch a dirty boar, a hoe open up the pussy store
Now what's the difference between the two? Man, I just told you that
But that don't mean that every woman I know is down with that

If you a bitch and wanna switch, it ain't too late to change
It's all about how you carry yo'self and how you handle thangs
Some say that hoes and pimps is born, I don't believe that shit
'Cause anytime you wanna stop, it ain't too late to quit

Just 'cause you sold your body don't mean you a hoe for life
I got to speak it right for all the ones that paid the price
But if ya in it to win it, go head and live the life
But baby, if you ain't in it, you still can do it right

You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe

I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, oh ho
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money

To all the babies havin' babies on ya' own
I know you feelin' fucked up and feelin' all alone
I know ya people tellin' you, "Ya fucked up your life"
Ya only fucked up if you lay down and don't continue to fight

And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope
I know your family fucked up and it's your last rope
In your heart, I know ya cold with this rhyme shit
But ain't nuttin' hap'nin' but this 20?s and this dime shit

And you the daddy with lil' mama that's 'bout to have the baby
You wanna own ya team but niggaz tellin' you ya crazy
What you thankin'? You too young to have a family
But all the moves ya makin', look like you a man to me

When you get caught up, man, them niggaz ain't gon' ride witchu
But get down with that girl and she gon' keep it live witchu
But she gon' help ya put your money up and save somethin'
'Cause right now ya run it, th'ew it back and you ain't made nuttin'
It's time to change sumthin'

You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams
It might not be all bad as it first seems
You might not have all the things you need, yeah
But all you got to do is believe

I got to get my money, yeah
I got to get my money, oh oh
You got to get yo' money, yeah
I got to get my money

If you a ballplayer, man, go 'head and play ball
Don't let nobody steal your dream if you ain't came to fall
I know they say, "It ain't enough room in the NBA"
You tell them haters save that bullshit for another day

If you a sanger, lil' mama, go 'head and sang ya song
Them hoes say, "You ain't gon' make it", the funky bitch is wrong
You ain't got to get butt-naked on stage in a thong
Just sang your records to show the people you got it goin' on

I see a whole lotta motherfuckers come and go
I know young niggas sold they soul for the dirty dough
They want a rapper, I understand, go 'head and chase ya dream
But chase to hog it up, the lawyer end up like a fiend

Some people gay, what can I say? The only judge is God
But don't be shame and try to hide 'cause then you livin' fraud
'Cause everythang done in the dark, gon' come to the light
So do yo' thang, 'cause can't no man tell you what's wrong or right
Right, right, right, right
So do yo' thang, 'cause can't no man tell you what's wrong or right

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Make It Funky - Lyrics - Rhyme Pays - Ice T

Title: Make It Funky
Album: Rhyme Pays
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
(Make it funky)
So the people can get down to the funky sound
'Cause my crew don't mess around
(Make it funky)

So the girls can get busy, dog the dance floor
Make the guys get dizzy
(Make it funky)
Totally def as Evil E guts the records and the beat is kept
(Make it funky)

Stupid fly, it's got to the F U N K why?
So that you can get loose as I produce sounds hard as the deuce
Manipulate the bass gain give the level's a boost
The lyric layer rhyme sayer, born to be player

If politics were my kick then I'd be your mayor
Governator, Senator, I'm your mentor
Rap rhythm is erratic, time is four, four
I'm the microphone scholar, clockin' long dollars

Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler
Genius vocalist, rhyme style priceless
Pound of gold around my neck, mic in my first
The microphone virtuoso crazy insane I'm loco

With the speed to exceed, make other MC's look slow mo
Un-lease release words mean as a beast
I eat MC's for lunch and dinner, I can serve for a feast
Their rhymes are elementary, mine deserve a PhD
This beat is F U N Key my name is Ice T

Make it funky

Undoubtedly you recognize this jam is the ultimate cut
Uncontrollably you motivate and move your butt
It's rough the beat is gangsterous, call it tough
If you're diss'n stop frontin', come on what's up?

Complicated voice gymnastics are all in your face
Vegas got my highs, E.V's got control my bass
My break is comin' get busy no time ta waste
Now's the time do body work here's the place

Make it funky

Make it funky enough so the tracks lay tough
'Cause I'm tossin' it up and the Ice don't bluff
The girl charmer, toy harmer, juice strong as armor
When I stand upon the stage you could call it melodrama

Intense suspense my voice emcee
I wouldn't have you come and see me under false pretense
The girlies do be wild'n'as I'm profilin'
Limos lined around the block for about a mile'n'a half

Autographs the list goes on
If you forgot it 'Make it funky' is the name of this song
Stupid dope and you know it, it rates a ten
You pray my DJ cuts the records so it starts again

'Cause I can keep the mic cookin' for an entire month
My rhymes are always hard hittin' I don't know how to bunt
My DJ cuts like a laser E V I L E
Put your finger on the records make it, make it funky

Make it funky

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Symphony In X Major - Lyrics - Man Vs Machine - Xzibit

Title: Symphony In X Major
Album: Man Vs Machine
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Alvin Joiner

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Lyric:
Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world
My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script
If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick
How she actin' off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit

We don't need conversation, just crowd participation
If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations
Seperate myself from y'all, segregation
Tryin' to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation

Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation
Got a live occupation, live for the moment
I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin' my opponents

I got eyes in the back of my head
I never sleep so they bloodshot red
Yo, we so far ahead of our time
If we can stop life and press rewind
You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

Truthfully speakin', it's lonely up here all by myself
So I had to come down and pass around some help
From N.W.A to whatever's next
Make sure it says, "Andre Young", in bold letters on big checks

Your shit ain't sellin'? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it
You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it
One session, one song, I'm gone
The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born

To add to my universe, let me show you
Who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst
Warning from the Surgeon General
Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical

Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?
Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz
Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was
Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

Stay, in your place
You can't face, what we bringin'
What we bring to the game, playa
Bounce like this
Blaze your shit
And get high for me

Let me give y'all niggaz somethin' to hold
This product not to be sold
Know you can't cook it over a stove
You can flip it and come back with a mitt

Don't make me reach through your limo tint
I just want my twenty percent
This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon
I think I'll stop shootin' you niggaz and shoot for the moon

Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch
I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin' a white bitch
Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss
X holdin' this, I'm never losin faith or focus

So say what you gotta say, everyday a holiday
We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin' spot away

Organize permission like, organized crime
Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes
Organized vocab, be organizing my rhymes
Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up
This is it, this is it
We the shit, we the shit
Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck
Who you wit', who you wit'
Turn it up, turn it up
Get with it

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Think About It - Lyrics - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment - Snoop Dogg

Title: Think About It
Album: Tha Blue Carpet Treatment
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Jerry Butler, Bryan G Fryzel, Calvin Broadus

Lyric:
Yeah, man
You know it's easy to talk about doin' somethin'
But when it comes down to the action part
The most folks take a little light vacation

I was just thinkin' to myself, man
You know, this 'Blue Carpet Treatment' record is deep to me
And I need to let my peoples know how deep it is to me
On some real talk like

It's like lookin' and poppin' and seein' whoppers and movers
Despite a Guidant, I try to be hard on the low
Nobody's guidance, so I decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'

Driftin' off into another stage of life
*** paid you price and big homies made you fight
*** ain't wanna see ya *** bebop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a *** down to the flo'

Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time

It's so erotic, even exotic, it's gettin' naughty
Freeze and groove your rowdy, rowdy, girl, move your body
It's melodic, I'm bein' honest and modest
You done *** off my whole rap flow, think about it

*** that ***, I'ma do it right
Thangs ain't movin' right, I don't think that you would like
For me to be mad, sayin', "*** can't stand me"
Sittin' at home, watchin' muh'f*** at the Grammy's

Wishin' I was there? Naw, *** I don't wish no more
I'm the big cat, fish in the bowl
Basically you hear these rappers out here usin' my flow
They need Snoop on they song to make they *** official though

Indismissible, police a ***, modern day KMI
Takin' my time, chronolizin' my rhyme
Writin' my rhyme, tryin' to get intellectual
Directin' the weather, makin' my negative records more intellectual

Tryin' to change the direction of flowin'
And sayin', born sayin', "You know I get liver when I get fluent"
Ain't been nobody to change game since King came
Same thing, same lane, biggie biggie bang

Word to Rob Bass, just make the music dope
Thangs don't change man, it's so remarkable
And they don't know how to do it 'cause they don't flow that way
Go that way, roll that ***

Roll my tape and take me back the day you were phony
You're so into what you doin' but you can't get into it
You can't talk and now ya ruined but you know I'ma do it
And now you doin' it, they booin' like, "You blew it, blew it"

I'm dippin' through the universe, make 'em move the verse
Through the Luda-verse, hit the b*** first
You can never beat a ***, lemme show you how to treat a ***
If you likin' me, follow me, you so believable

Got a way to get his own music out
Record executive, bounce ballin' and actin' bad
Take my time, great mind, break mind
Take 'em out, make mine, kicked about it

Thanks to *** who might make it illegal
And not rival the Beatles and rock rockin' my peoples
And fly, fly like eagles, been doin' this *** like liters
And hittin' y'all with h*** and walkin' in my Adidas

I continue to bust, then I switched up to Chucks
Givin' *** a puff, still givin' it up
Beanie Sigel, what up? Real *** is up
On the scheme with my team, yeah, Daz and Kurupt

Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time

It's so erotic, even exotic, it's gettin' naughty
Freeze and groove your rowdy, rowdy, girl, move your body
It's melodic, I'm bein' honest and modest
You done *** off my whole rap flow, think about it

We bust 'til we buss 'em up
'Lay Low', I know they told you not to *** with us
Layin' and playin' and sayin', man, walkin' in vain
Anxious for fame, my *** tryin' to walk in my lane

And tryin' to walk in my shoes but they just don't fit
You couldn't spit the *** that I spit 'cause I'm the ***
And this is it, legit, let's split the chips
And fix and move the work and hurt that ***
I'm through with this

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