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Friday, August 20, 2010

Physical Stamina - Lyrics - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Physical Stamina
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Aaron Phillip, Kendrick Jeru Davis, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Yo 'Ru, yo, whassup?
Yo, c'mere, c'mere
Yo, let's freak that rhyme
We was freakin' the other night

I'm sayin' I'm with it, just set it off
Yo, after this, there's no turning back
I'm saying, just set it off

Physical paralysis, open your chest like a chalice
MC's couldn't strike movements we wish to brandish
I'm tormentin', mind state's lyrical warrior
I flow through, fuck the mic I fuckin' floor ya

Headlocks and armlocks, necks is gettin' broken
No jokin', format I'll leave your whole borough smokin'
Fist of five rings, I fling MC's to the gutter
Samurai sharp, more deadly than box-cutters
Ultimate, as I emit your death blow
Perverted Monks and Jeru with the combo

Peter Piper picked peppers
And Run rocked rhymes but now we rock hymns
I got G through mama
[Incomprehensible] the physical extremities
Indomitable, the spirit can't be broken
But jaws are broken and even backs are broken

Think you're on point, well, let your points of pressure open
Foot and fist got your head hangin' open
The breath rebirth, I damage in the mental and physical universe
You quake the Earth when you hit face-first

Brake before it gets worse
But those that thirst for abuse get loose
'Cause soon I'll be around that neck tight like a noose
God, show improvement

More strength than the Juggernaut, electric like Magneto
Know you couldn't test Mental or now the sequel
I slip to the floor for the grapple
I crack your collarbone while I bust your Adam's apple

Spleens get ripped out the backs of your raps
Broken down fractions as you start to make actions
Just too elusive, how I'm quicker than Bruce's
Silver surfin', the universe is now its astrological
As I proceed in my vehicle

You can't stop it, fiber-optic so you watch it
Sophistry, with so much fury, you can't get with me
Fight scenes are left bloody, poisonous, [Incomprehensible]
My thoughts make plates shift, some may call this tectonics

But airwaves from miles I boil by my sonics
It's ironic, got MC's hooked on phonics
So physical styles I construct like bionics

Displaced joints like Shaolin should not
Furious roundhouses cause bones to splinter
Protect your feet, legs, midsection and neck
'Cause I'm here to let you know it's not just on MPEG's

We wrecks and more than just figuratively
Let it be known that we bringin' it physically
And the effect is bodily harm
No chance to pull your firearm

For the body move swift and the mind stay calm
Ways shift like the moment before the storm
Watch my form, it's deadly
Come to close it could get bloody and ugly
You think that you could stop me?

Perverted monks so now we apply pressure
This Stamina's style is iller than its predecessor
Dial witch professor, mix up the elixir
Internal power, MC's we devour

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Unit - Baby U Got - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Baby U Got
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Christopher Lloyde, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, Dorsey Wesley

Lyric:
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

It's somethin' about your style
It's somethin' about your smile
It's somethin' about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G
That have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex
Kinky when I talk switch the slang

Partner tell that nigga from New York
Shorty, come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "Slow down baby"

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl

You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go
And put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell 'em you my boo
And show 'em your tattoo
Ooh! Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like, "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
'Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the okay
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance
Yeah, just like that

It's late, I have to score
"This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies with her
So bring 'em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
'Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Bucky Done Gun - Lyrics - Arular - M.I.A.

Title: Bucky Done Gun
Album: Arular
Artist: M.I.A.
Composer(s): Maya Arulpragasam, Wesley Pentz, Bill Conti, Carol Connors, Ayn Robbins

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Lyric:
London
Quieten down and I need to make a sound
New York
Quieten down and I need to make a sound

Kingston
Quieten down and I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quieten and I need to make sound

They comin' through the window
They comin' through the door
They bustin' down the big wall
And soundin' the four

They comin' through the window
They comin' through the door
They bustin' down the big wall
And soundin' the hall

What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn

What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'

What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn

What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'

Time to spare, new shit
I'm rockin' on this new bed
I'm hot, now you'll see
I'll bite you just to get peace

Heavyweight wrestler
Fight me in you're comfort, ah
I let you be superior
I'm filth with the furior

London
Quieten down I need to make a sound
New York
Quieten down I need to make a sound

Kingstown
Quieten down I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quieten down I need to make sound

I'll hard drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like feelin' shit
My stamina can take it

Gymnastics super fit
Muscle in the gun clip
Bite teeth, nose bleed
Tied up in a scarf piece

What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn

What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'

What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn

What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'

Can I get control?
Do you like me vulnerable?
I'm armed and I'm equal
More fun for the people

Physical, brute force
Steel, lion you're the boss
Yeah, you're so do-able
Grind me down sugar slow

What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn

What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'

What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn

What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Revolutionary Warfare - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Revolutionary Warfare
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Patrick Adams, Terry Phillips, Nasir Jones, Leroy Jackson

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Lyric:
Let's go
Yeah
Ghetto children singing
Singing
See
What?
They eager to learn
How to become the next world leaders 'Bravehearts'

Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here
Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here

Book one, strategy, tactics, techniques
Look dumb, but massively notice the weakness in all them
Gotta shoot only if necessary
Homey vest is very real if enemies carrying heavy steal
Beware the thugs who ain't scared of blood or jail time
When Aryan nations ain't having integration, we so blind
The beauty of life was when my Mom said nigga you could be Christ
I wasn't old enough to hold my dick and pee right

Jesus, what is he like? I picture him standing with diamonds on him
Little different from the way my Mommy saw him
Practice your aiming, physical training in difficult training
Test your endurance, try to keep your stamina banging
Splitting dutches up, strap up, the armies is school
Teaching smart ways to kill, I'm thinking Gandhi was a fool
But chronics a fool, got me thinking out loud, fuck it
Sleep on my drunkenness I'll blow your brains out

Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here
Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here

My revolution is as real as Bobby Seale's, I build
With dudes and cribs worth a quarter mill, in dix hills
For fish scale to cop guns the time come
I'll mask up and get my comrade off the bus
Fuck the beef I'll snatch your seed from Chuckie Cheese
And feed him to the rats in the back of the P's
Black fatigues and [Incomprehensible] on the sofa
50 inch flat screen Louie Vitton holdsters

My motions don't appeal to repel at divisions
I did it strong for 7 long years in prison, fuck the system
I'm like a modern day Hitler
Black gorilla, crip and blood in one nigga
Only killas know my face
I beat a case for shooting at the police, nigga, the name Lake
Though simultaneously the street revolution
21 gun salute the new Huey Newton

Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here
Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here

Teach y'all women how to hold the family down
In case something happens to his fathers
Protect the children, grab revolvers
The women plays important part of our life force
So what we fight for, my heart goes to you beautiful wife in war
And listen more talk less, watch all and trust none
Demand your respect and be ready to die for what you believe in
And ride all the time not just when convenient

Justice and freedom, wisdom and understanding
We the lost children of Israel in this western world region
You ain't a man you a coward
If you can't support the girl you put a seed in
Strong rule the weak but the wise rule the strong
It's more to a war than just getting it on
Conceal your form, cover your tracks
Stay prepared I don't care if no one's spared

Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here
Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here

Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here
Revolutionary warfare is all fair, loving war for the cause
I gotta take you off here

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