Toxic Girl - Lyrics - Quiet Is the New Loud - Kings Of Convenience

Title: Toxic Girl
Album: Quiet Is the New Loud
Artist: Kings Of Convenience
Composer(s): Erlend Oye, Eirik Boee

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Lyric:
In the sky the birds are pullin' rain
In your life a curse has got a name
Makes you lay awake all through the night
That's why

She's intoxicated by herself
Everyday she's seen with someone else
And every night she kisses someone new
Never you

You're waitin' in the shadows for a chance
'Cause you believe at heart, that if you can
Show to her what love is all about
She'll change

She'll talk to you with no one else around
But only if you're able to entertain her
The moment conversation stops, she's gone
Again

She's [Incomprehensible] heart, that if you can
She'll change at heart, if you can
But the moment conversation stops she's gone
Again

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It'S My Thing - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: It'S My Thing
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Erick Sermon, Tyrone Thomas, Parrish Smith, Keith Murray, Ernesto Shaw, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
It's my thing
And the stadium is packed
There's a large crowd out there today
Let's hear them play

You out there? Louder
It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing

MC's out there, you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest

(You out there? Louder)
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play

If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
(You out there? Louder)
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot

Gnawin' at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play dumbo, you're smarter than that

It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin'
Good friends already bitin', without you knowin'
(You out there? Louder)
Can't understand, why your body's gettin' weaker

Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
(It's my thing)

Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin' better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up

(You out there? Louder)
I'm tellin' you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin, much junk like Mr. T at your back
But he's not, so don't act cute
'Cause if you do you in hot pursuits

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
(You out there? Louder)
The mic that I'm packin', is flame resistant

So MC be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin' at me
I park my mic and my hoes and then I yell freeze
Music please, it's my thing

Ah where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
(You out there? louder)
Everytime I rock a rhyme, I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic

The mind is weary floatin' like a dove
Sweatin' a thing like if you was makin' love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It, it, it's my, it, it, it's my thing

The wack, I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
(You out there? Louder)
I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat

Take 'em off on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, 'cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
It's my thing

(You out there?)
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin'
Tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud

Talkin' much junk to attract a crowd
(You out there? Louder)
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake

In the beginnin', you knew you wasn't winnin'
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin'
Kinda upset boy I understand
You lost again I won, god damn

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It, it, it's my, it, it, it's my thing

My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
(You out there? Louder)
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
And at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign

'Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer
Drink Budweiser, can not stand Miller
MC's cold clockin' 'til the party's through
Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, this bud's for you
It's my thing

(You out there? Louder)
To be a real MC, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a Milky Way

To be able to make it work, you rest and play
(You out there? Louder)
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin'
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin'

Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth

It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

While the record is spinnin', got your fly girlie grinnin'
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin'
(You out there? louder)
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess

Scored 110, on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened

(You out there? Louder)
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
(It's my thing)
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh

You mess around and we'll be fightin'
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
(You out there? Louder)
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald J, yo, release the code

It's my thing, it's my thing
It's my thing,You out there
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

It's my thing
It's my thing, it's my thing
(You out there? louder)
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

La, la, loud, la, loud, la, lauder
It's my thing, you out there? Louder
It's my thing out there?
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya you out there?

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In The Ghetto - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: In The Ghetto
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
Nobody smiling, ghetto

Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling

Planet earth was my place of birth
Born to be the sole controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any environment I can adapt when it gets worse

The rough gets goin' the goin' gets rough
When I start flowin' the mic might bust
The next state'll shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes

'Cause times is hard on the boulevard
So I bogaurd and never get scarred I'm God
But it seems like I'm locked in hell
Lookin' over the edge but the R never fell

Or tripped or slipped 'cause my Nikes got grip
I stand on my own two feet and come equipped
Any stage I'm seen on the mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on

Goin' for self with a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won't look back
'Cause it ain't where you from it's where you at

Even the
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling

I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
Came through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin' how hard it was to be born
Me being cream with no physical form

Millions of cells with one destination
To reach the best part that's life's creation
Nine months later a job well done
Make way 'cause here I come

Since I made it this far can't stop now
There's a will and a way and I got the know how
To be all there is to be and more
To see all there is to see before

I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn so I studied my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me

'Cause back in the days they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man and strayed away
Now that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind

Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge the form back to knowledge precise
Across the desert that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in 'cause I'm the Asian

Reaching for the city of Mecca visit Medina
Visions of Nefertiti then I seen her
Mind keeps travelin' I'll be back after I
Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa

Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I fought and I just fought the people
Under the darks skies on a dark side
Not only there but right here's an apartheid

So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It ain't where you from it's where you at

Even the
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Even the
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell

Nobody smiling, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling
Ghetto, nobody smiling
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling

No more props I want property in every burrough
Nobody's stoppin' me because I'm thorough
Rhymes I make give me real estate for me to own
Where ever I bless a microphone

Double O seven is back and relaxin'
On point and reactin' and ready for action
I'm so low key that you might not see me
Incognito and takin' it easy
Ghetto

Quiet is kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd I get loud as a bum rush
But calm keep a low pro and play the background
Hoping the wack rappers put the mic back down

So rip it break it in half go ahead and slam it
'Cause when it's time to build I'm a mechanic
I'm bondin' and mendin' attachin' and blendin'
So many solos there is no ending

People in my neighborhood they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood where ever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
Sidewalks and streets I leave fossils and dents

When I had sex I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played C-Lo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6 they go we know

So I collect my cash then slide
I got my back my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it ain't where you from it's where you at

Even the
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
I'm from the, ghetto
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Word up, peace
Nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Ghetto, nobody smiling

Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell
Nobody smiling
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Ghetto, nobody smiling, ghetto, nobody smiling
Ghetto, where you're [Incomprehensible] in hell

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Yolanda'S House - Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Title: Yolanda'S House
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Coles, Alex Singleton, Clifford Smith, Cory Woods

Lyric:
Yeah yo, I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed
Still buggin' earlier around four, how I escaped the bust?
The way I fell, cracked the face of my watch
My man's chantin' me on like, "Run son, don't go up in the spot"

Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
Dogs is barkin', all you hear is the car's sirens
I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me runnin', funny, you think I'm lyin'

May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest
Tryin' to focus up and make progress
That's what I get for slingin' in them projects

Next thing you know, I'm in this bitch's crib chillin'
Told her my story and like this, I had her legs in the ceiling
Cookin' me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on lipstick

Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch
I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Like, come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box?
She finished off the last one, oh shit, I hear the cops

Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie
Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door
Like, ooh, I seen my man, Meth goin' in raw
So he jumped up, balls out, hid in the closet
I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet"

Now, let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on?
Should've knocked before you came in the spot
Ghost you wrong bustin' in here on the government shit
Got this chick screamin', grabbin the sheets, tryin' to cover her tits

She's asthmatic and you laughin' son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin', tryin' to grab the gun
Shit's real man, you spazzin' dun
There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we family like Crack and Pun

But Mr. JFK, state your business after that be one
Now can it be that you hot lord?
You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to lock you for?
Can't believe you blowin' the spot Lord

My chick is buggin', she trippin'
My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug sting
Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on

Can't understand it, it's a thug thing
And in the moment of thought
I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon

I need my money Meth, gonna buy them hundred birds
Tell Tone, get at me, all them little clients want work
He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me
Word to mother, Lord, son he got me hurt

You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out
Her little brother wanted two bricks
You know the nigga licks, a Maybach on twenty six
All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick

He told me foul shit, wild shit
That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no, that Steve Rifkind style shit
Hit me with some other talk, him in New York
They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a fork

That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses
Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost
He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm, c'mon

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Can'T Hold Us Down - Lyrics - Stripped - Christina Aguilera

Title: Can'T Hold Us Down
Album: Stripped
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Greg Prestopino, Christina Aguilera, Scott Storch, Matt Morris, Matthew Wilder

Lyric:
So, what am I not supposed to have an opinion
Should I keep quiet just because I'm a woman
Call me a bitch 'cause I speak what's on my mind
Guess it's easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled

When a female fires back
Suddenly big talker don't know how to act
So he does what any little boy would do
Making up a few false rumors or two

That for sure is not a man to me
Slandering names for popularity
It's sad you only get your fame through controversy, so sad
But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say

This is for my girls all around the world
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
Thinking all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do, girls, shout louder

Lettin' 'em know we're gonna stand our ground
Lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down

Nobody can hold us down
(Hold us down)
Nobody can hold us down
(Hold us down)
Nobody can hold us down
(Hold us down)
Never can, never will

So, what am I not supposed to say, what I'm saying
Are you offended with the message I'm bringing
Call me whatever 'cause your words don't mean a thing
'Cause you ain't even a man enough to handle what I sing

If you look back in history
It's a common double standard of society
The guy gets all the glory, the more he can score
While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore

I don't understand why it's okay
The guy can get away with it, the girl gets named
All my ladies come together and make a change
And start a new beginning for us, everybody sing

This is for my girls all around the world
(Round the world)
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
(Respect your worth)
Thinking all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do, girls, shout louder

Lettin' 'em know we're gonna stand our ground
So lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down

Check it
Here's something I just can't understand
If a guy have three girls then he's the man
He can even give us some head and sex her raw
If the girl do the same, then she's a whore

But the table's about to turn
I'll bet my fame on it
Cats take my ideas and put they name on it
It's aight though, you can't hold me down
I got to keep on moving

To all my girls with a man who be trying to mack
Do it right back to him and let that be that
You need to let him know that his game is whack
And Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera got your back

You're just a little boy
Think you're so cute so coy
You must talk so big
To make up for smaller things

Said you're just a little boy
All you do is annoy
You must talk so big
To make up for smaller things

This is for my girls
This is for my girls all around the world
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
(Respect your worth)
Thinking all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do, girls, shout louder
(Shout louder)

Lettin' 'em know we're gonna stand our ground
(Stand our ground)
So lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down

This is for my girls all around the world
(For my girls)
Who have come across a man that don't respect your worth
(Around the world)
Thinking all women should be seen not heard
So what do we do girls, shout louder

Lettin' 'em know we're gonna stand our ground
So lift your hands higher and wave 'em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, can't hold us down

Spread the word
Can't hold us down
Yeah, we here, we back again
Yeah, Lil' Kim and Christina Aguilera, yeah
Can't hold us down

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Definition - Lyrics - Black Star - Blackstar

Title: Definition
Album: Black Star
Artist: Blackstar
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Dante Smith, Tony Cottrell

Lyric:
Hello everybody, recording live from somewhere

Lord, Lord have mercy
All nice an' peace an' true, follow me now, we say
Say, "Hi-Tek, yes, you're rulin' hip hop"
Say, "J. Rawls, yes, you're rulin' hip hop"
Redefinition, say, "You're rulin' hip hop"
Say, "Black Star, come to rock it"

Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole an' not the half of it, vocals an' not the math of it
Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
Me an' Kweli close like Bethlehem an' Nazareth

After this you be pressin' rewind on top your master disk
Shinin' like an asterisk, for all those that be gatherin'
Connectin' like a round house, from the townhouse to the tenements
'Cause all my Brooklyn residents, [Incomprehensible] heavy regiments

Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn, see that?
Bound to take it all kid, believe that
From where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be at
Talib Kweli, E.Kwelity, yo' tell them where we be at

Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash, we trust 'cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense
Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense

My presence felt, my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
People thinkin' MC is short hand for 'Mis Conception'
Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate

Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body
You must know Karate or think your soul is 'Bulletproof' like Sade
Stop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary
An' maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary

Third rate teacher readin' an' talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin'"
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type
Who'd have thought they was frontin'?"
Talkin' loud like you in R.C.A, get carted away
With body parts an' trays, what a way to start your day, yo, it's like

One, two, three
Mos Def an' Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip top
Best alliance in hip hop, why oh

I said one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac an' Biggie
Too much violence in hip hop, why oh

I said Manhattan keep on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it
So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook, where we're livin' at
Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' an' bubblin'
It ain't about production an' what else we discussin'?

When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
Strivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot nosed
Colossal, true original B. Boy apostle
Standin' on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo

You think you the shit, somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
It could be your crew or click
Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with
Consider me the entity within the industry
Without a history of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity

Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of E.Kwelity
People follow me an' other cats, they hear him flow
An' assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano

Still sippin', wishin' well, water imported from Pluto
Three hundred an' sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
In the jungle with the leaders, we the lions, you the cheetahs

A Cypher will complete us, if we come through your receivers
You can play us an' repeat us an' then take us home an' read us
Line for line, good Jesus, Mos Def an' Kweli
Just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin' of it ease up

One, two, three
Mos Def an' Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip top
Best alliance in hip hop, why oh

I said one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac an' Biggie
Hold your head when the beat drop, why oh

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Definition - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Definition
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Dante Smith, Tony Cottrell

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Lyric:
Hello everybody, recording live from somewhere

Lord, Lord have mercy
All nice an' peace an' true, follow me now, we say
Say, "Hi-Tek, yes, you're rulin' hip hop"
Say, "J. Rawls, yes, you're rulin' hip hop"
Redefinition, say, "You're rulin' hip hop"
Say, "Black Star, come to rock it"

Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole an' not the half of it, vocals an' not the math of it
Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
Me an' Kweli close like Bethlehem an' Nazareth

After this you be pressin' rewind on top your master disk
Shinin' like an asterisk, for all those that be gatherin'
Connectin' like a round house, from the townhouse to the tenements
'Cause all my Brooklyn residents, [Incomprehensible] heavy regiments

Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn, see that?
Bound to take it all kid, believe that
From where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be at
Talib Kweli, E.Kwelity, yo' tell them where we be at

Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash, we trust 'cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense
Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense

My presence felt, my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
People thinkin' MC is short hand for 'Mis Conception'
Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate

Walkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your body
You must know Karate or think your soul is 'Bulletproof' like Sade
Stop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionary
An' maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary

Third rate teacher readin' an' talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin'"
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type
Who'd have thought they was frontin'?"
Talkin' loud like you in R.C.A, get carted away
With body parts an' trays, what a way to start your day, yo, it's like

One, two, three
Mos Def an' Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip top
Best alliance in hip hop, why oh

I said one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac an' Biggie
Too much violence in hip hop, why oh

I said Manhattan keep on makin' it, Brooklyn keep on takin' it
So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook, where we're livin' at
Plenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' an' bubblin'
It ain't about production an' what else we discussin'?

When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
Strivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot nosed
Colossal, true original B. Boy apostle
Standin' on the rooftop with the Zulu Gestapo

You think you the shit, somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
It could be your crew or click
Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with
Consider me the entity within the industry
Without a history of spittin' the epitome, of stupidity

Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of E.Kwelity
People follow me an' other cats, they hear him flow
An' assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano

Still sippin', wishin' well, water imported from Pluto
Three hundred an' sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
In the jungle with the leaders, we the lions, you the cheetahs

A Cypher will complete us, if we come through your receivers
You can play us an' repeat us an' then take us home an' read us
Line for line, good Jesus, Mos Def an' Kweli
Just make a pussy freeze up, thinkin' of it ease up

One, two, three
Mos Def an' Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip top
Best alliance in hip hop, why oh

I said one, two, three
It's kinda dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac an' Biggie
Hold your head when the beat drop, why oh

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Quiet Storm Remix - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Quiet Storm Remix
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Mel Glover, Sylvia Robinson, Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

Lyric:
In broad daylight get right
Just been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen yo?
I don?t think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth
I'm not lyin'

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the Mack 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven

I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit
For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin' boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way bitchen
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction'
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
Generic rap's just not potent like P's

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real hip-hop, hip-hop

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Quiet Storm (White Lines) - Lyrics - Mobb Deep

Title: Quiet Storm (White Lines)
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Mel Glover, Sylvia Robinson, Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
In broad daylight get right
Just been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen yo?
I don?t think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth
I'm not lyin'

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the Mack 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven

I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit
For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin' boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way bitchen
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction'
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
Generic rap's just not potent like P's

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real hip-hop, hip-hop

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Quiet Storm - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Quiet Storm
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Mel Glover, Sylvia Robinson, Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
In broad daylight get right
Just been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen yo?
I don?t think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth
I'm not lyin'

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the Mack 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven

I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit
For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin' boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way bitchen
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction'
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
Generic rap's just not potent like P's

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real hip-hop, hip-hop

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Quiet Storm (Remix) - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Quiet Storm (Remix)
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Mel Glover, Sylvia Robinson, Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
In broad daylight get right
Just been through it all man
Blood sweat and tears, niggaz is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen yo?
I don?t think much more son, word to mother yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
Let y'all niggaz know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth
I'm not lyin'

I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the "Quiet Storm" nigga who fight rhyme
P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
Fuck your life hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
You try to stop mines from growin', I'll make your blood stop flowin'
Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin'
Now here come the Mack 10

You use a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language
What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin'
You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
Lyin' to the Pop Dog like you got it
You ain't no wildin' out for the night fist thrower
Rusty shank holder, we live this shit

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' White Label
My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
Goin' through the emotions, of gun holdin'
Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin'
Killer bee who still livin', even my pops too
He taught me how to shoot when I was seven

I used to bust shots crazy
I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me
I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black
I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left
And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
I spent too many night sniffin' coke, gettin' right

Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right
Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
Do things for the kids, the little Dunns
Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please
Don't make me have to risk my freedom
We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in
For real, yo

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough

It go one, two, three to the fourth
That nigga P-Double got that shit
For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates all across the unified states
Sit down and sup with top rap reps

We the streets that's watchin' boy move diligent
You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke
Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
First assignment give 'em that shit they been missin'
My new edition's way bitchen
Those that listen, get addicted to my diction'
Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for you're diseased
Generic rap's just not potent like P's

One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
I peel off chest naked on Katanas
Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred
Fully blown melanin' tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
And verses, but thirst for worse beats
So I can put, more product out on the street
Get respect and love, all across the board
We've been adored, for keepin' it raw, nuttin' less or more
I score everytime for sure
While the rest of y'all niggaz just kneal to the real

'Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit, have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real hip-hop, hip-hop

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In The Ghetto - Lyrics - Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em - Eric B. &Amp; Rakim

Title: In The Ghetto
Album: Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
Artist: Eric B. &Amp; Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, W Griffin

Lyric:
Planet, Earth, was my place of birth
Born to be the soul controller of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any environment I can adapt when it gets worst
The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough
When I start flowin', the mic might bust
The next state I shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes

'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
So I vote God and never get scarred and gauled
But it seems like I'm locked in hell
Lookin' over the edge but the R never fell
A trip to slip 'cause my Nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equipped
Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on

Going for self with a long way to go
So much to say but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won't look back
'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the ghetto

I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin' how hard it was to be born
Me bein' cream with no physical form
Millions of cells with one destination
To reach the best part as life's creation
Nine months later, a job well done
Make way, 'cause here I come

Since I made it this far I can't stop now
There's a will and a way and I got the know-how
To be, all I can be and more
And see, all there is to see before
I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn so I study, my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad. I listened when my father was rappin' to me

'Cause back in the days, they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man, they strayed away
Now that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian

Reachin' for the city of Mecca, visit Medina
Visions of Nefertiti, then I seen a
Mind keeps traveling, I'll be back after
I stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa

Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I thought and I just brought the people
Under the dark skies, on a dark side
Not only there, but right here's an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the ghetto
Even the ghetto

No more props, I want property, in every borough
Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough
Rhymes I make gimme real estate for me to own
Wherever I bless a microphone
Double-oh-seven is back and relaxin'
On point and reactin', and ready for action
I'm so low key that you might not see me
Incognito, and takin' it easy ghetto

Quiet as kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bum rush
Be calm, keep a low pro and play the background
Hopin' the whack rapper put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go 'head and slam it
'Cause when it's time to build I'm a mechanic
Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'
So many solos, there is no endin'

People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex, I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played c-lo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go, "We know"

So I collect my cash then slide
I've got my back, my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the ghetto
I'm from the ghetto
Word up
Peace

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Listen!!! - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Listen!!!
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Nina Simone, Talib Kweli Greene, Terrance Quaites, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
This the year of the BlackSmith
Talib Kweli, Kwame, let's go

Yeah, niggas don't listen
Back in the days we all used to listen
Now shit is so wack, nobody listen
To that real hip hop, yo, listen

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna hear you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me ya ears
Stop repentin' 'cause the ending is near
But don't panic, you can't function if you livin' in fear
Pay attention, you gotta listen to hear

Wait just a minute, who the fuck you talkin' to?
Put you on hold, get a specialist to walk you through
Kweli, the flow captain of fast and slow rappin'
I'm so crackin', you ain't heard? Ya shit appear like closed captions

King of the bars and I'm goin' hard pause
All my confidence comes from knowin' God's Laws
Bangin' on the system, fightin' my kinda war
Loud as a whisper, quiet as a lion's roar

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though

Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Get it now, get it fast, get it right
Get it big, get it locked, get it done, get it tight
I think I wanna feel you
But you don't really hear me though
I spit clearly so it's live outcha stereo

To your heart while it's beatin' in ya chest
When you speakin' to execs and they see behind the desk
To ya spirit, nothing weaker than the flesh
So while you try to keep it fresh, you gettin' deeper into debt

Real hip hop is missin' from the shelf
Yup, it's what you felt when you listen to yaself
Only a few is makin' cuts that's spinnin'
So before you spend ya hard earned spinach

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though

Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

You love the sounds comin' out your speaker
I spit rounds like a nine millimeter
The youth today, they frown at the teachers
They ain't down with no leaders
They don't wanna wait just a minute

They like, "What? Nigga, wait right there"
I got 'Reservoir Dogs', you'll be missin' a right ear
Get it clear, I figure it's my year
I'm everywhere makin' appearances and niggas might miss

Hear the word, peep the flow, check the cadence
What you heard as a pro, I'm so amazing
Don't front, girl, you know it's ya favorite
New Kweli, yo, they runnin' out of patience

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready, here I come
Talib Kweli and I'm bangin' on ya eardrum
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, it's for ya spirit so
But y'all hear me though

Get up, get into it and get involved
There's a little something that I wanna spit for y'all
I think I wanna feel you
Now lemme get up in it, wait, wait, wait, wait

Yo, don't it sound so good to you?
It's the return of the greatest, y'all
Talib Kweli, BKMC
BlackSmith is the movement, BlackSmith is the music

Whatchu ridin' for?
Whatchu livin' for?
Whatchu dyin' for?
I think I wanna feel you
Bangin' on ya eardrum, yeah

Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute
Listen
Wait now, wait now, wait now for a minute

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How It Be - Lyrics - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

Title: How It Be
Artist: Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Composer(s): B Cox, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Williams, T Quaites

Lyric:
See, the party won't start 'til I walk in
And I might start over with them Burberry tims
Me and J.D. with 'bout 10 of our friends
The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens

Bentley, coupes with the rag top vets
Brand new caddy with the Jews and jets
Throw up your sets up your bets

I'm the big check sign nigga, rhyme nigga, 24 I'ma grind
Nigga, hot boys since runnin' they was singin'
Here we go spendin' dough shit you ain't know
I works this pimp juice
Cash Money and So So Def, all hell 'bout to break loose

Every city, town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come through, I shut it down
'Cuz ain't nobody bad like me

From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

Big pimpin' and hustlin', we ridin' and dubbin'
When we walk through the club, all the hoes be huggin'
More money, more pain, three colors on the range
We threw it out the roof screamin' money ain't a thang

Visit JD, get a boo and see it
We Gucci down from the head to the feet
The Cash Money model, this nigga be greedy
And these horny hoes holla stunna please fini

I'm the loud over the top type
Never quiet when I come to your town
I'm trying to start me a riot, fuck your diet
Me and my niggas keep eating
Heating like DeNiro in the middle of the street and

I represent those that party all night
Shut down the club screamin' green light
It's me and the Birdman, ya heard
Please be clear, it's so much stunnin' goin' on in here

Every city, town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come through, I shut it down
'Cuz ain't nobody bad like me

From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

Every city, town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come through, I shut it down
'Cuz ain't nobody bad like me

From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

Every city, when I come through
From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

Every city, town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come through, I shut it down
'Cuz ain't nobody bad like me

From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

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How It Be - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: How It Be
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): B Cox, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Williams, T Quaites

Lyric:
See, the party won't start 'til I walk in
And I might start over with them Burberry tims
Me and J.D. with 'bout 10 of our friends
The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens

Bentley, coupes with the rag top vets
Brand new caddy with the Jews and jets
Throw up your sets up your bets

I'm the big check sign nigga, rhyme nigga, 24 I'ma grind
Nigga, hot boys since runnin' they was singin'
Here we go spendin' dough shit you ain't know
I works this pimp juice
Cash Money and So So Def, all hell 'bout to break loose

Every city, town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come through, I shut it down
'Cuz ain't nobody bad like me

From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

Big pimpin' and hustlin', we ridin' and dubbin'
When we walk through the club, all the hoes be huggin'
More money, more pain, three colors on the range
We threw it out the roof screamin' money ain't a thang

Visit JD, get a boo and see it
We Gucci down from the head to the feet
The Cash Money model, this nigga be greedy
And these horny hoes holla stunna please fini

I'm the loud over the top type
Never quiet when I come to your town
I'm trying to start me a riot, fuck your diet
Me and my niggas keep eating
Heating like DeNiro in the middle of the street and

I represent those that party all night
Shut down the club screamin' green light
It's me and the Birdman, ya heard
Please be clear, it's so much stunnin' goin' on in here

Every city, town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come through, I shut it down
'Cuz ain't nobody bad like me

From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

Every city, town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come through, I shut it down
'Cuz ain't nobody bad like me

From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

Every city, when I come through
From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

Every city, town I go
Y'all know just how it be
When I come through, I shut it down
'Cuz ain't nobody bad like me

From the girls in the club that be shakin' they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money, first name is Cash
Y'all know, y'all know just how it be

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