Note To God - Lyrics - High Road - Jojo

Title: Note To God
Album: High Road
Artist: Jojo
Composer(s): Diane Warren

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Lyric:
If I wrote a note to God
I would speak what's in my soul
I'd ask for all the hate to be swept away
And for love to overflow

If I wrote a note to God
I'd pour my heart out on each page
I'd ask for wars to end
And for peace to mend this world
I'd say, I'd say, I'd say

Give us the strength to make it through
Help us find love 'coz love is overdue
And it looks like we haven't got a clue
Need some help from You

Grant us the faith to carry on
Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone
'Coz it seems like so much is goin' wrong
On this road we're on

If I wrote a note to God
I would say what on my mind
I'd ask for wisdom to let compassion rule
This world until these times

If I wrote a note to God
I'd say please help us find our way
And all the bitterness with some tenderness
In our hearts
And I'd say, I'd say, I'd say

Give us the strength to make it through
Help us find love 'coz love is overdue
And it looks like we haven't got a clue
Need some help from You

Grant us the faith to carry on
Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone
'Coz it seems like so much is goin' wrong
On this road we're on

No, no, no, no
We can't do it on our own
So, so

Give us the strength to make it through
Help us find love 'coz love is overdue
And it looks like we haven't got a clue
Need some help from You

Grant us the faith to carry on
Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone
'Coz it seems like so much is goin' wrong
On this road we're on

If I wrote a note to God

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Take It To God - Lyrics - Spiritual Minded - Krs One

Title: Take It To God
Album: Spiritual Minded
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): S Parker, Professor Ecks L Parker, Ro

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Lyric:
Yeah, once again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Dan? Woo
Temple of Hip-Hop, let's do it

By the sound of the track, you know who is back
It's the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"
'Cause they know they unoriginal, copycats

Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
TV is whack, they wanna show us beatin' Iraq
When the question is, where is Chandra Levy at?

Murdered God and left for dead like hip-hop
And admit to Conduit like conduct to kill Ecks the dread
And Kris crucified the false prophet
John F. Kennedy to these MC's, I draw and cock it

Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the mental
I walk with Kris so my body's a temple
Body instrumentals and body your squad in the body of a God

Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned
Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned?
As we takin' our turn, tell me what have we earned?
Or is the ice and the cars our only concern

Mo' money, mo' money, you be yellin' it out
And on TV can't you see you be sellin' us out?
So in 2010, look to 2002
Who you think they gonna respect, me or you?

Behold the God in the form of the man
Walkin' off water and flesh absorbs in the sand
Moor gets the land, divorcin' the clan, I'm off into sand
Off and I'm slayin' delicate arms from porcelain hands

Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the game
Cats take hip-hop's name in vain
Disrespectin' the forefathers who came
Goddess hurt 'em right now, like when Marvin was slain

They don't want it, nope, they don't need it, nope
Just stay weeded and hope, I don't read what you wrote
Best believe they ain't dope, they deceivin' these folks
With they meaningless quotes, I got my feet on thy throat

What they speak is a joke, they really weak and they broke
Have a seat and take notes, on the streets I'm the Pope
MTV is they hope, they repeat what they wrote
I'm an MC that won't let them tempt me with coke

Nope, flesh of my flesh, blessed by KRS
Used to love her, they [Incomprehensible] haven't made a date with death
Follow no man, enslave the Ecks, professin' the student
I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters

Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of Jesus
Now the blind is the leaders, your styles is egregious
Gets now the brow beateth to underground emceeth
The game is overheated, overweeded and misunderstood

Word, just a ride in they boat with a platinum rope
No doubt they sellin' us out, what's happenin' loc?
Quit this rappin' I won't, 'cause MC'n is dope
If I can't do it for the love then do it I won't

How many times we note when these rappers is dope
Satisfied, that's why I'm renewin' your hope
Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your mind
My rhyme is like a new bar of deoderant soap

In this land of men, mice and mimes, I holds right for the laws
Live life like Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
The snakes fight with Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours
I might win 'em all, tell me, is it life or it's war?

God, God, God
My God, your God, our God
Is God, is God

Change is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to God?
To God, run to God, run to God, run to God, and let him in your heart
Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come
Make it your change, run to God in your heart

Let God in your heart, he will do the part
God in your heart
Take it to God, take it to God God
Take it to my God, your God, take it to God

Take it to God
Take it to God
Take it to Gd, take it to God
Just take it to God, run and take it God, take it to God

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Caught In A Jar - Lyrics - Do Or Die - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Caught In A Jar
Album: Do Or Die
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Rick Barton, Matthew Edward Kelly, Ken Casey

Lyric:
Now there comes a time in every man's life
Where decisions have to be made
Whether to toil, to labor
Or just plain piss your days away, away, away

Got a funny feeling that my times are caught in a jar
Madness and insanity have arrived
Note to Christ and everyone else
My times are caught in a jar
Satan's grin is baring down on me

Up in the morn', here comes the day
God knows I hate it this way
When I'm in the casket life, fightin' the wife
Neglectin' the kids, spendin' time on ridiculous bids
The four walls are closin' in

Got a funny feeling that my times are caught in a jar
Madness and insanity have arrived
Note to Christ and everyone else
My times are caught in a jar
Satan's grin is baring down on me

Got a funny feeling that my times are caught in a jar
Madness and insanity have arrived
Note to Christ and everyone else
My times are caught in a jar
Satan's grin is baring down on me

Got a funny feeling that my times are caught in a jar
Madness and insanity have arrived
A note to Christ and everyone else
My times are caught in a jar
Satan's grin is baring down on me

Got a funny feeling that my times are caught in a jar
Madness and insanity have arrived
A note to Christ and everyone else
My times are caught in a jar
Satan's grin is baring down on me

Got a funny feeling that my times are caught in a jar
Madness and insanity have arrived

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52 - For The Ladies - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - For The Ladies
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Alright, I don't care I wanna say this on the mic
Right now right here in the place it's ladies night
I know I might just sound crazy right
There's some things that's goin' down and it's time to make it right

The world will tell you you gotta be a certain type
Look a certain way and just be a certain size
Do what they say and it'll just be alright
Girl, the only thing you gotta be doin' is servin' Christ

Six years ago I was blessed with a wife
She was sweet and lovely and beautiful and nice
But the one thing that just made her my type
Was the fact that Christ was number one up in her life

So take my advice forget them Hollywood stars
And them Hollywood hair and them Hollywood cars
Next time you thinkin' that you ain't up to par
Remember God made you beautiful just the way you are

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Sick of BET, sick of MTV
I'm sick of the sex that they always used to selling me
I'm sick of the messed up images they showin' me
I'm sick and tired of the messes that they say to me

That women are nothing more than sexual property
It's time we come back to treatin' women properly
So what I gotta say, I'll say it real loudly
We oughta be treatin' all women like royalty

Only God should be speakin' what you gotta be
Only God can give you the love you gonna need
Ladies, if a guy won't treat you as you ought to be
Tell him goodbye, show him the door and where to leave

Don't be afraid just to tell a guy to wait for me
Don't be ashamed just to live your life in purity
See what I say, I just say it now with certainty
That God has so much more if you'll wait and see

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

On a final note I wanna dedicate this song
To all the Godly women that just keep on seeking God
Just keep on movin' and continue standin' strong
Keep doin what you doin', girl, you got it goin' on

And the single moms that's just barely holdin' on
And you're workin' two jobs tryin' to make it on your own
No one is home 'cause the kid's dad is gone
God promises to never ever leave you alone

The final thing that I'll say then I'm gone
To the female singers tryin' to get their pose on
Now I ain't tryin' to be a hata but wrong is just wrong
Now Britney and J-Lo, please put some clothes on

Whether y'all are red-headed or just a blond
Make sure that the Son is the one you focus on
And with that said, I'm gonna say so long
So get your hand up in the air, ladies and sing along

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

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Blasphemous Rumours - Lyrics - 101 (Live) - Depeche Mode

Title: Blasphemous Rumours
Album: 101 (Live)
Artist: Depeche Mode
Composer(s): Martin Lee Gore

Lyric:
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life, didn't succeed
Thank the Lord for small mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car ended up
On a life support machine

Summer's day as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain and once again
A tear fell from her mother's eye

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing

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Little Boy'S Prayer - Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

Title: Little Boy'S Prayer
Artist: Porter Wagoner
Composer(s): Jim Owen

Lyric:
Darling, I don't know whether you can hear me or not
Because of this lump in my throat, I can't talk very loud
But I've got to tell you 'bout our little son's prayer tonight
If you could've heard it honey, you'd have been so proud

I'd already left a note on the table for mom and dad
As if they didn't know what was wrong
Now, I asked them to take a care of him
Now, that you and I we're both gone

After I finished the note, I figured that he was asleep
So, I've slipped in to see him just once more
But he was just startin' to pray
And his words froze me at the door

And he said, "Dear God, it's late I hope I didn't get you up
But there's somethin' we gotta talk about
You see God, my mommy was buried today
And my daddy needs straighten out

Ever since mommy got sick, he's been nervous
And hollered at me a lot
But that part I can't understand
'Cause even a little boy like me knows that
Worry sometimes overload a man

But God, he loved mommy so much
And he used to tell her nothing
Would ever come between 'em
Now, I know that's what's botherin' him

Now 'cause somethin' has and I'm afraid
He's thinkin' about joinin' her somehow
God, I'm glad that he loved mommy
I want him to be with her again one of these days

But I want to talk to him and tell him
That first he's got me to raise
Tell him, every now and then
A little boy needs a helping hand

And I guess, you probably still need
Your daddy even after you're a full grown man
And God, if I'd lost him and mommy both
It'd be more than I could stand

I know my grandma and grandpa
Would take care of me
'Cause they both love me a whole lot
But God, they're older and they don't always understand
The problems a little boy like me has got

Well God, I won't bother anymore tonight
But tomorrow night, I'll be sure and talk to you again
You take care of my daddy, now you hear thank you, Amen

I've just stood there thinkin'
About his prayer and all that he said in it
Finally I opened the door and asked him
If I could talk to him for a minute

We sat down on the edge of his bed
And both took turns laughin' and cryin' for a while
And he could tell it'd been a change in me
Because for the first time in the long time I saw him smile

So darling, you go on ahead but you walk slow
And someday when you'll turn around I'll be there
But it'll be a while 'cause I'm gonna spend
The next few dozen years
Being an answer to our little boys prayer

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Ghetto Child - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

Title: Ghetto Child
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Tyler, Mary C Brockert, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
I done seen little kids in the projects starving
I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media starting east and west coast wars
I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up
Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
When you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
How many niggas in the penn
How many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
WHYWhy you gotta make your momma cry?
HUHShe take you out of the street
Cause that's where you gonna die
But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
And your head is hard
And your getting flipped, and your talking back
Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall
Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
But that's far and all
And sore and all, it's cool when it started off
Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow
Living in a messed up time, a messed up court
I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more
It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water
Cause it's your world, and we your children
Your sons and your daughters
We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
Trying to make it to mars

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days
Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries ain't that far away
Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
Like our people scared to stand there
The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this
Get you something cause cemetaries
Packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich
So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions
When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I like to scream when I came home from jail
When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes
Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive
They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
Congratulations, she on rocks

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

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Not The Sun - Lyrics - The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me - Brand New

Title: Not The Sun
Album: The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me
Artist: Brand New
Composer(s): Vincent Accardi, Jesse Lacey

Lyric:
Please make the technology
So I can turn up your love like some cold machine
Don't feed me scraps from your bed
I won't be the stray coming back just to be fed

I'll be wait
Come and seal the fate, Marie
Just pretend that you want me

To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait, to be my

Well, don't be that note I can't hold
Well, don't be that joke that I told and told 'til it got old
Don't be that hand 'round my throat so I can't breath
Say you're my friend but why won't you be my family

If you break
Just don't tell me

To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait

To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait

To be my dream
Tell me you know what I mean
Settle baby, you are not the sun
You are not the sun

Outside your cold lips again
Settle baby, you are not the sun
You are not the sun

Let's pretend that you love me
And be my bait, to be my bait

To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait
To be my bait, to be my bait, to be my

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Kim - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Kim
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
Aww look at daddy's baby girl, that's daddy baby
Little sleepy head, yesterday I changed your diaper
Wiped you and powdered you, how did you get so big?
Can't believe it now your two, baby you're so precious
Daddy's so proud of you

Sit down bitch, you move again I'll beat the shit out of you
Okay
Don't make me wake this baby
She don't need to see what I'm about to do
Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you?
How could you? Just leave me and love him out the blue
Oh, what's a matter Kim? Am I too loud for you?
Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time

At first, I'm like, you wanna throw me out? That's fine
But not for him to take my place, are you out your mind?
This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine
How could you let him sleep in our bed?
Look at Kim, look at your husband now
No
I said look at him! He ain't so hot now is he?
Little punk! Why are you doing this?
Shut the fuck up

You're drunk,you're never going to get away at this
You think I give a fuck, come on we're going for a ride bitch
No
Sit up front
Well I can't just leave Haley alone, what if she wakes up?
We'll be right back, well I will you'll be in the trunk

So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

You really fucked me Kim, you really did a number on me
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18 that was years ago
I thought we wiped the slate clean, that's fucked up
I love you
Oh God my brain is racing
I love you
What are you doing?

Change the station I hate this song, is this look like a big joke?
No
There's a four year old boy lyin' dead with a slit throat
In your living room
What you think I'm kiddin' you? You loved him didn't you?
No
Bullshit you bitch don't fucking lie to me
What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me?

Fuck you asshole, yeah bite me
Kim, Kim, why don't you like me?
You think I'm ugly don't you
It's not that
No you think I'm ugly
Baby
Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me
I hate you, I hate you I swear to God I hate you
Oh my God I love you, how the fuck could you do this to me?
Sorry
How the fuck could you do this to me?

So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

Come on get out
I can't I'm scared
I said get out bitch!
Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby
Please I love you, look we can just take Haley and leave
Fuck you, you did this to us, you did it, it's your fault
Oh my God I'm crackin' up, get a grip Marshall
Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party?

And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn't it?
Yes
That was funny wasn't it?
Yes!
See it all makes sense, doesn't it?
You and your husband have a fight one of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced
No

And while this is goin' on
His son just woke up and he just walks in
She panics and he gets his throat cut
Oh my God
So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
I should have known better when you started to act weird
We could've, hey where you going? Get back here

You can't run from me Kim, it's just us, nobody else
You're only making this harder on yourself
Ha! Ha! Got'cha!
Ahh
Ha! Go ahead yell!
Here I'll scream with you!
Ah somebody help!
Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you?

Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin' to you
You were supposed to love me
Now bleed bitch, bleed bitch
Bleed! Bitch bleed! Bleed!

So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you

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Calm Down - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: Calm Down
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Joseph Kuleszynski, Joseph Budden

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Lyric:
Calm down, calm down
Baby just calm down
She use to tell me to calm down
Moms use to tell me to calm down
Baby just calm down

She use to tell me to calm down
Moms use to tell me to calm down
(She would pray that I would)
Baby just calm down
Calm down

Look, I was such a lost soul
Just wanted to be down with something
Look at your son now mommy
I amounted to something you couldn't figure out
What I had messed with the streets for
'Cause you saw my genius without a SAT score
I took drugs and laced it with things
But you a addict yourself
For you I was people, places and things
(How the fuck you thought)
Angel dust use to have me in the hallways twurked
I tried to hide it, but Visine didn't always work

I needed someone to blame in my mind
I thought if you and dad never used dope
I would a came out fine
And so I hit you hard when you threw in advice
Like what I want to talk to you about you ruined my life
You're the reason why I ended up a con and I knew it
The reason I filled my body with embomin fluid, mommy
You the reason that my life's gone illegal
The reason I'm kinda different
Don't think like normal people
Not calm

She use to tell me to calm down
Moms use to tell me to calm down
(Use to pray that I would)
Baby just calm down
You gotta hold your head up 'cause we gone make it
She use to tell me to calm down
Moms use to tell me to calm down
(You got to understand what I was going through)
Baby just calm down

Everything's gonna be alright
She use to tell me to calm down
Moms use to tell me to calm down
(But a nigga wouldn't)
Baby just calm down
You gotta hold your head up
'Cause we gone make it y'all

Listen, ain't shit like seeing your moms cryin' on the floor
Knowing you the reason why she ain't aight no more
But so young, I was like whatever
You use to chase me through the house
With the knife like get your life together
Fucking drugs, how could I ever amp on you
And what made me think that I could lay my hands on you
I'm not surprised that you mad at me
Much as you hated my father
Your youngest son is just like his daddy

Mommy I live life rude, how could you not understand it
On the same note I'm just like you
I got moms sensitivity, my fathers balls
His humor, his g yet my heart is yours
Fuck school, 'cause I had my major
Come to grips that it ain't so much the drugs
It's the addict behavior
(No)
Was it the dic charge, the cut that came with it
Wasn't really the smokin', but the rush that came with it
(Wasn't calm people)

She use to tell me to calm down
Calm down
(But a nigga wouldn't)
Baby just calm down
You gotta hold your head up
'Cause we gone make it y'all
(Do it with me people)
Calm down, calm down
(Try to understand it)
Baby just calm down

(Those kind of things)
Everything's gonna be alright
Calm down
(Just bare with me for a, for a brief moment y'all)
Calm down
Baby just calm down
You gotta hold your head up 'cause we gone make it y'all

I felt so alone, I had a crew but so what
Then when Angela stabbed me guess who showed up
And when people said I?d always be ill and twisted
And when the therapist had told us that the pills would fix it
Was sick of bein' sick, I was finally hurt
With all the prayin' that you did ma, it finally worked
God gave you a son back, I won't offend you again
Won't let the disease turn me against you again

Use to be high as ever
(But I)
Joey Jr. got his life together
As a result, now we tighter than ever
So blessed, so grateful to be seein' tomorrow
(see the whole world)
That's why I can't take a drink, not if even a swallow
I can't picture me twisted like what I'm a do now
Haters I can't stop yet my mothers to proud
Secure now, don't need to be down with nothing
Look at your son now mommy
I amounted to somethin'
I'm so calm

Calm down, calm down
(But a nigga wouldn't calm down)
Baby just calm down
You gotta hold your head up 'cause we gone make it y'all
(Hold up)
She use to tell me to calm down
(Use to pray that I would)
Calm down
(But I couldn't, I couldn't, couldn't do it)
Baby just calm down

(Nothing heals like time people)
Everything's gonna be alright
(Understand that)
Calm down, calm down
(Fucking miracle)
Baby just calm down
You gotta hold your head up
'Cause we gone make it y'all
(They said I wouldn't reach 21 y'all, I'm still standing)

Calm down
Thanks ma
Calm down
I couldn't do it without you
Calm down, calm down
You are appreciated
Calm down
Fa sho
Calm down
It's a slow process y'all
One day at a time though
To get beautiful

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My Type - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: My Type
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Keith Mc Masters, Clifford Joseph Harris

Lyric:
Let's go, ya'll gon' wish for a nigga like me when I ain't here
You know what I'm sayin'
You don't appreciate a nigga my type
Once I die ain't no more niggas my type

So just remember me right
Just remember me right
Just remember me right
Just remember me right

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

When your back was against the wall remember where could you go
Remember who helped you again like he helped you before
Went out the way to let you know that you ain't never alone
They disrespect you, come here until they left you alone

He taught you how to be weak, he taught you how to be strong
Taught you not to accept defeat, you go all out or be gone
But it ain't the same in the streets now that he gone
He now in heaven on the throne exactly where he belong

Now he left millions devastated and his family mourned
Sons turn to grown man since their daddy been gone
Daughters grew, like him or not, he left his family home
Even prepared the funeral service he had in the dome

And then they came to represent for a stand up gent
Who walked it like he talked it, always said what he meant
Impossible to stop him, had a head like cement
Maybe now you'll appreciate a nigga like this

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

If they only knew the man outside of the hype
No matter what the situation he always try to do right
Still they gossip and told lies, used to take him for granted
Often found it hard to relate, some how they can't understand it

'Cause that respect he gon' demand it, theres a problem he handle it
Looked adversity in the eye, he never ran from a challenge
They try to knock him off balance when the Fed came and got him
Did the time on the edge, came home now he ain't stoppin'

Now while them niggas used to hate him, but they girl use to jock him
Swear he had the kinda swagger, made the world stop and watch him
Plus he possessed so much hustle, made it impossible to top him
Got better every album, haters hate to see him drop em'

They just talk shit from a distance, when he around they playin' posse
He use to scare them suckers shitless, probably why them niggas shot him
Hey, what it took 'em nothing else they ever could've did about him
So go on talk shit about him, at least you ain't forgot about him, I see

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

Wanna say sorry to my mama, King and lil' mama
See me go through so much drama, you could stand a little thunder
Never let em' see you sweat, stay cool as a cucumber
Stay ready for whatever, make note I'm a do wonder

How he died? On his feet like a man with honor
Showed you the sky was the limit, you can do whatever you wanna
[Incomprehensible] Deyjah need me
Don't worry bout me, Uncle Phil, the ladies with me

See me with your granddaddy, I know you gon' miss daddy
But life ain't always a dream and horrible shit happens
Had I let a nigga kill me before I quit rapping
And get to spend more time with ya, I know we would been happy

But I had to take them chances, you probably would have been trappin'
Long as I could keep that from happening your papi could die happy
So keep the wind at your back and the sun at your face
Remember winnin' in your blood, you were born with what it take, okay

Bet you don't appreciate a nigga my type
But when I die there ain't no more niggas my type
So just remember me right
Bet if I let them suckers kill me tonight
All them haters gon' be filled with delight
May God forgive me, aight

I sacrifice so they can live my life
If necessary I'll give my life
And what you hear is my life
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
So just remember me right

Hey, yo, with all my heart I apologize, man, I'm sorry
I tried, I did everything I could, man, you know what I'm saying
[Incomprehensible] more then than it was, yeah

They say you can't win 'em all
But shit, man, I gave them niggas hell long as I could [Incomprehensible]
Hey, you could put your money on that, hey

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Heavy Ammunition - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Heavy Ammunition
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Rahem Ross Brown, Todd Ray, William E Williams

Lyric:
Whassup?

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit)

I pack a rap that's the joint, I like to point the chrome at domes
Of MC's who need to be smoked up, like homegrown
Ism I get bizm, with rhythm no bullshit
My best rhymes rank like a tec-9 with a full clip

I'm funky as hell, since I rock the twelve inch
And now fakes imitate, the great like Elvis
Oh, goodness gracious, oh, golly gee wolly
I'm good googa booga good golly, Miss Molly

I use a loaf of bread, a pint of milk, a stick of butter
To keep my weight up, to knock a sucker to the gutter
I empty my rhyme clip and kick like a fat gat
El, you got my back so where's your black ass at?

I'll let loose to juice to freak the funk spunk, no punk
I'm doin' the funky chicken as I'm kickin' like a Shaolin monk
MC El Da Sensai with another one to bash ya
Lyric master, blastet, kick my skit faster

Best in my section, I'm fresher check the lesson
Progress is progressin' as I'm buildin' on my section
Hyperactive raps are gettin' super static
With the rap erratical acrobatical mass combatical

So, move over 'cause the style that's rippin'
Is comin' from the grand man that is not slippin'
But I'm trippin', crippin romp stomp and pomp
'Cause my style is flyer Renaldo Neidermeyer

Hip hip hoorah, check it out one two the
Thing that I swing I won't front
Yo, I got the lyrical ammunition to your chest
So nigga don't test 'cause my mouth is the tec
Kid, I kick the ill skill yo, did you listen?
I bust caps with raps, packin' heavy ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Ya gotta excuse me, I was just scheamin' on a cutie
And I knew it was my duty 'cause the honey had a booty
I up jumped the boogie, to the boogie the beat
'Cause I'm a hellafied nigga, you can call me TD

The black Lil' Raskal, with loot like Waldo
I make Oprah rhyme by throwin' chairs at Geraldo
Rivera, I joke around like, Hanna Barbara
But mirror mirror, Tame is a terror

My hair got the knots, my name got the props
I'm the coach of a rap note 'cause I call the shots
Tamedy Tamedy, I'm showin' the mad me
Damn style flam and T why? We ain't family

Keep that real, I smoke buddha and pack steel
Check the rap deck 'cause this is the last deal
Good God, baby pah, give it to me check it
Bust it, wreck it

Comin' back to cap, two with the fat rapture
Intact to Tic-Tac, my style you can't catch a
Why? Let's see, I'm not ordinary, kind of impossible, unstoppable
Brothers pop a lot of bull, skip to my loo, I'm never ever to do
Hot tamale, oh golly, I'm wicked with the folly

All types of sneakers fo' the freaker of the speaker
Bass for the bottoms and the highs for the tweeters
Sample from The Meters, check it how I speak the
Words pound for pound, fuck ten ounces and the liters

I won't sniff Blow, even if you said his name was Kurtis
My style can go through changes, from Latin down to Turkish
So keep slippin' 'cause that ass I'll be kickin'
El Da Sensai, with the heavy ammunition

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Yeah, heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)
Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so
(Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission)

Yeah aight?

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Note To Self: - Lyrics - Owen

Title: Note To Self:
Artist: Owen
Composer(s): Michael Thomas Kinsella

Lyric:
I don?t know what you?re lookin' for
But I do know that you won?t find it at the rainbow
So you might as well stay home

I don?t care what you?re looking for
But I do know that you don?t like drinkin' alone
And you?re too smart to act so dumb
And these eyes will wear thin
Wear your disguise again and again

I?ve seen that look enough times to know
What you?re in the mood for
But these here can?t be bad anymore tonight
You poor thing, already used to sleepin' alone
And you?re too dumb to see, those wet shoes are no use to you

I don?t know what you?re lookin' for
But I do know that you ain?t no God damn son of a bitch
You?re just more unlikable than you used to be

You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now
You?re along ways away from the place we thought you?d be by now

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The Blues Song - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: The Blues Song
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Joesph Genaro, Dean Sabatino, Rodney Underman, David Schulthise

Lyric:
We can stand naked on the corner of Main Street, baby, and
Let everybody slow down and take a look
You can drive your Cadillac to the library, baby, and maybe read the
Last ten pages of an Agatha Christie book
You can feed my cat to my dog
And turn around and feed my dog to my horse
You can screw the whole damn royal family, baby, until they
All get a divorce

Baby, baby, baby
Baby, you can do anything you wanna do, baby
I swear it will not bother me
Cause, baby, you know
Baby, you know you've got to
You've got to
You've got to be what you're going to be

You can burn down the orphanage, baby, over there on the
Poor side of town
You can go to the circus, baby, frighten the elephants
See if you can get them to maybe
Trample a clown
You can steal the prize out of my box of cereal, baby, and
Replace it with a rat
You can walk up to someone who might be a little overweight
And be kinda sensitive about it and say
"Oh my god, you're really fat!"

Live and let live, baby
That's the cornerstone
The very essence of my philosophy
And baby
Baby, you know
You know you've got to
You've got to
You've got to be what you're going to be

I'm gonna play my harmonica
Since I charge $35 a note I'm not gonna play much of my harmonica
You see the blues
The blues isn't an art form
It's not a type of music
The blues is a product
Not unlike computer chips or tampons
The blues is a way for white kids to feel
That they understand the feelings of black people
Without ever having to meet any of them
The blues is all these things and more
Available for $19.95

Oh, baby
Baby, you can do whatever you wanna do, baby
Baby, you know it's not going to bother me
Cause baby you know
You know you've got to
You've got to be what you're going to be

Here comes the solo

Ooh, and what a solo it is
You know
That might not be the blues but it sure makes me sad

Listen, in the distance
The sound of Leadbelly rolling in his grave

I've said it before, baby
I'll say it again
Live and let live
The very essence, the cornerstone
The summit of my philosophy
Baby, baby, you know
Baby, you know you've got to
You've got to be what you're going to be

A blues man needs a nickname
And everybody calls me Two Shoes
Cause I always wear two shoes
I know it's not much of a nickname
But by the time I got around to getting my nickname
All the good ones were taken
Take for example Blind Lemon Lipschitz
Blind Lemon Lipschitz gouged out his own eyes with his thumbnails
So he could be called blind lemon
It's true, don't laugh
He felt the very essence of the blues, calling him from within
And he felt that contract too

Oh, baby
Baby, you know
Baby, you know you can do whatever you do
I don't care
I don't give a damn, baby
It's not gonna bother me
Cause baby, baby, b-b-b-b-b-b-b
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta
You gotta be
You gotta be what you're going to be

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52 - #1 Fan - Lyrics - Kj

Title: 52 - #1 Fan
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Todd V Collins, Michael Douglas Ripoll, Jonah Sorrentino

Lyric:
Yo, this is what happened

Yo, I woke up late it was like ten in the mornin'
I was still half asleep and sleepy eyed, still yawnin'
I checked my voice mail to see who'd been callin'
I turned on my computer, check my email logged on it

Junk mail, junk mail, dog-gone-it!
Everybody they just tryin' to sell me they product
But there was one email that just caught my optic
It said suicidal, took the mouse and clicked on it

She said, " Dear KJ, you don't know who I am
You probably don't care 'cause I'm just another fan
I doubt you ever read this, now but if ya can
Sometimes I slash my wrists and even cut my hands

And I feel all alone like nobody understands
And I'm gonna end it tonight, I got the whole thing planned
Pop pills, leave a note on my night stand
Signed sincerely, your #1 Fan

Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?
Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?

My heart is poundin' as I start to type back
Why do you feel this way, do you mind if I ask?
What's the source and the cause of the pain that you have
How did you get this way, is it something from the past?

God cares about you, I hope you understand that
Please don't end your life, I beg ya please write back
I finished typin', I sent the email quite fast
I bowed my head and prayed with all the strength that I had

She said, "Man KJ I didn't even know you would write me
Let me explain why no one could ever like me
It all started when my father used to strike me
Raped and confused every since 1990

He's gone now but I can't put it all behind me
I tried to run away but my pain would always find me
Is God really the one who can help me
Signed tonight, your #1 Fan

Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?
Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?

Dear number one fan, I gotta lot to tell you
But with the email there is only so much I can help you
See, I know a Father who could never ever fail you
He'll give you a love when nobody ever care to

I know you might feel like everybody hates you
And you feel like you got no one that you can relate to
But death feels like the best place to escape to
But that's a lie that Satan, he just wants to tell you

I'm sorry that you were abused, your father raped you
But you gotta get some help 'cause nobody can make you
I know it,s hard to face but God will give you the strength to
I know you gots a lot of things you gotta work through

But with this help I know that you can break through
I seen it myself all the times that He came through
He'll be back, tell me what you think of what I sent you
I'll be prayin', sincerely KJ-52

Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?
Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?

Yo, I'd be pretending if I said this story had a happy endin'
But after that night I never heard from her again
That night I tossed and turned lyin' on my bed an'
Cryin' and prayin' with these thoughts runnin' through my head an'

Did she do it, take her life, or wind up dead an'?
Or did she not choose it, just listened to what I said an'
Maybe, she never got the last one I was sendin'
Was it my fault, was it something I shoulda mentioned?

Every mornin' I would just check my email
Checkin' for any detail, hopin' and prayin' that she's well
My emails came back sayin' that they'd failed
No such address for #1 Fan at Hotmail

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months an'
Time would pass and I just heard nuthin'
No letter no email no not even just somethin'
What happened to my #1 Fan, I'm still wonderin'

Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?
Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?

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52 - No.1 Fan - Lyrics - It's Pronounced Five Two - Kj

Title: 52 - No.1 Fan
Album: It's Pronounced Five Two
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Todd V Collins, Michael Douglas Ripoll, Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
Yo, this is what happened

Yo, I woke up late it was like ten in the mornin'
I was still half asleep and sleepy eyed, still yawnin'
I checked my voice mail to see who'd been callin'
I turned on my computer, check my email logged on it

Junk mail, junk mail, dog-gone-it!
Everybody they just tryin' to sell me they product
But there was one email that just caught my optic
It said suicidal, took the mouse and clicked on it

She said, " Dear KJ, you don't know who I am
You probably don't care 'cause I'm just another fan
I doubt you ever read this, now but if ya can
Sometimes I slash my wrists and even cut my hands

And I feel all alone like nobody understands
And I'm gonna end it tonight, I got the whole thing planned
Pop pills, leave a note on my night stand
Signed sincerely, your #1 Fan

Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?
Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?

My heart is poundin' as I start to type back
Why do you feel this way, do you mind if I ask?
What's the source and the cause of the pain that you have
How did you get this way, is it something from the past?

God cares about you, I hope you understand that
Please don't end your life, I beg ya please write back
I finished typin', I sent the email quite fast
I bowed my head and prayed with all the strength that I had

She said, "Man KJ I didn't even know you would write me
Let me explain why no one could ever like me
It all started when my father used to strike me
Raped and confused every since 1990

He's gone now but I can't put it all behind me
I tried to run away but my pain would always find me
Is God really the one who can help me
Signed tonight, your #1 Fan

Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?
Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?

Dear number one fan, I gotta lot to tell you
But with the email there is only so much I can help you
See, I know a Father who could never ever fail you
He'll give you a love when nobody ever care to

I know you might feel like everybody hates you
And you feel like you got no one that you can relate to
But death feels like the best place to escape to
But that's a lie that Satan, he just wants to tell you

I'm sorry that you were abused, your father raped you
But you gotta get some help 'cause nobody can make you
I know it,s hard to face but God will give you the strength to
I know you gots a lot of things you gotta work through

But with this help I know that you can break through
I seen it myself all the times that He came through
He'll be back, tell me what you think of what I sent you
I'll be prayin', sincerely KJ-52

Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?
Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?

Yo, I'd be pretending if I said this story had a happy endin'
But after that night I never heard from her again
That night I tossed and turned lyin' on my bed an'
Cryin' and prayin' with these thoughts runnin' through my head an'

Did she do it, take her life, or wind up dead an'?
Or did she not choose it, just listened to what I said an'
Maybe, she never got the last one I was sendin'
Was it my fault, was it something I shoulda mentioned?

Every mornin' I would just check my email
Checkin' for any detail, hopin' and prayin' that she's well
My emails came back sayin' that they'd failed
No such address for #1 Fan at Hotmail

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months an'
Time would pass and I just heard nuthin'
No letter no email no not even just somethin'
What happened to my #1 Fan, I'm still wonderin'

Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?
Can someone now please help me?
Will someone now just please help me?

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Foolin' - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Foolin'
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Pamela Sawyer, Leon Ware

Lyric:
Who you foolin', only foolin'
Who you foolin', only foolin'

Yo, I stay cousin to this, introducing Mr. Dave Banner
Scannin' proper with my sight muscle
This rap shit, is just my night hustle
My J-O's to stay fearin' of my G-O-D

Whether what may, meet me at the front door
To see the pressure got a nigga knockin' shit off his desk
'Cause of the stress I stack words make cats bruise they neck tissue
Stay pertinent to the issues

Cut your tag too close, display these verses tight, virtuals
Sort of like we supposed to, pantyhose raps you run
Stay dumb like black folks some possies
Mostly fakin' it, to make it

I play low-key 'til it's time for you to know me
Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly
Holy shit, now look what I get
A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix

In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit
Jam tight, they ain't my fam alright? They ain't my people
Them niggaz screamin' fam 'til they rank measure equal
Then vote, without leavin' a note, and that was all she wrote

Arranged produced my slang's obtuse
But some distort, tellin' stories like Mother-the-Goose
My true fam's is David J back since with Vince Mason
We'll draw on three, leave that body for the tracin'

Ultimate high, like them drugs you be lacin'
Coulda stood next to me, at the top of the key
But you had to play gutter, didn't want to climb
Now you find yourself talked about in my rhyme

While you fools claim corners, we gon' claim theories
Y'all some stickball niggaz, we the World Series been here
Just pleadin' the same case ever since we spaced about "3 Feet"
Pinchin' your ears, inchin' for years

But you still stuck at the mezzanine and
We at the penthouse level with the same old rugs
Same old tubs, same old tables and same faults
Same crew and the same old train of thought

My guess you need to head West, who you foolin'
Thought we'd fall for your phonyness you're, only foolin'
Yourself, thought you were down, it takes more than a smile
And a couple of pounds to be crew

Man you bound to get your tail caught, who you foolin'
Spreadin' yourself thin see you're, only foolin'
Yourself, thinkin' all you need is the wealth
You need to peep your whole circle out

Yo, since Jam Master Jay been rockin' without a band
And that sister K.D. Lang been sexin' without a man
We brought our ultimate plan to birth
Put in work for this game, it's not a game to me

We've been furnished the props
Now we out to furnish properties we own, that's right
Cats might know we ain't home, my throne's threatened by fiends
Try to do dirt, play Tony Randall, have that ass cleaned

Unveiled I see your exhibition, y'all need to cover that
Fatherless styles, y'all really need to mother that
Same expose, different page
But when you see me in it it's the same old Dave

Y'all silly, you're just a civili', I'm a soldier
Troopin' in this path til the death won us over
So if life is a party begin, to understand
Just like the DJ, we stayin to the end

How you think you gon' get away? Who you foolin'
Changin' faces on the regular you're, only foolin'
Yourself, big top status, paintin your face
Who you think you really gonna fool, huh?

We watch, what we got so, who you foolin'
Around on my premises you're, only foolin'
You, into thinkin' you can break in too
My place, and not have to face, our position

Who you foolin', only foolin'

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