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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Session Man - Lyrics - Face To Face - Kinks

Title: Session Man
Album: Face To Face
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
He never will forget at all
The day he played at the Albert Hall
A million sessions ago it seems

He is a session man
A chord progression
A top musician

Rock 'n' roll or vocal star
A philharmonic orchestra
Everything comes the same to him

He is a session man
A chord progression
A top musician

He's not paid to think, just play
A session man
A session man
A session man
Playing at a different studio every day

He reads the dots and plays each line
And always finishes on time
No overtime, no favors done

He is a session man
A chord progression
A top musician

He's not paid to think, just play
A session man
A session man
A session man
A session man
A session man

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

North Star - Lyrics - Raekwon

Title: North Star
Artist: Raekwon
Composer(s): Barry White, Robert Diggs, Cory Woods

Lyric:
You know God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' my regular thing man
So I'ma get back up with you though baby
Know what I'm sayin'? You know you my nigga kid

I'ma always come through for you baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though man
All the time, word, yo man, that's you man
Yo peace Rae, peace God
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)

Whassup baby? God damn, look at you man
Damn God, I got a shit out you man
Man, I done watched you man
Since you was a little crumb snatcher
A little weed-hopper running around here man

Look at you baby, you look good
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
Understand, I watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations
But you know something, like I used to always tell you baby
A good listener's a good learner
(G O D's my reality)

I see you listened very well, understand?
(I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
Your time is coming baby
See sometime, it could be like, a rear view
You know what I'm sayin'?
And people don't know when their blessing comes

But I watch you grow, man you is a very intelligent man
Man, I watched you when I used to sit down and you would
Trick me out my money shootin' dice, niggaz is you crazy?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
(G O D's my reality)

Crazy you crazy man
Yo Rae, you remember that shit man?
When we used to be down there in the hills and shit man?
(I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
And you'd catch it, from Old Man Freed

He'd be yelling, "You little slick ass"
Ha ha ha ha
Talk to me baby, know what I'm sayin'?
Ha ha ha ha
I've been through all them things, man I'm watchin' you growin'

But remember one thing Rae like I used to tell you
The child you was is making you the man you is today
And if you don't know where you came from baby
You damn sure know that you don't know where you going
Can you see what I'm saying? Know which way you traveling
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)

You understand? And follow that destiny, follow the light
And it'll set you free
(Oh, G O D's my reality)
'Cause I've watched you baby, you my main man, yeah
(We're elevating strong and we're going on to the highest degree)

Now that could be the Wu-Tang production
Start to knuckle up and, gun shots start to click the block's duckin'
Could it be, and would it be, that we was babies
Catchin', rabies, niggaz seem to act crazy

Day one, in my spot July the tenth
I had a mint, stickin' up Devine's hittin' them with nines
I was toxie, from layin up in Roxie's all night
This nigga bust a shot, lick my man's wife

It was havoc I contact the Abbot
He shook the shoulder though
Then he passed the phat chrome automatic
We goin' to war, you know we headed to the floor
He woulda, did it, for me fuck it, let's mosie

Schemin' dough, with the P.L.O., wrapped on tight
Sayin' in my mic, "Yo we gotta go"
My first impression was to add some lessons
Question, one, what made you even
Show your gun and blow the session?

He replied and rocked the green eye
And yo, he started, yellin', "Them niggaz sellin' two for fives"
But he's a goner and I got my corner
What, I'm feedin' my babies, Cash Rules for mortal daughters

Yeah, Rae baby
Feedin' my babies, Cash Rules for mortal daughters
Only God is the son of man
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)

I'll say it one time, and be certain that fake God does not exist
(Oh, G O D's my reality)
(I'm elevating strong we're gonna go on to the highest degree)
This is why the universe, has itself balanced the scale

Of divine knowledge, and it was measured by the portion
Of solid knowledge, no man, can judge for another
But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances
And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness

See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man
For no man is good and bad at the same time
Either you good, or you bad

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

North Star - Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

Title: North Star
Artist: Raekwon The Chef
Composer(s): Barry White, Robert Diggs, Cory Woods

Lyric:
You know God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' my regular thing man
So I'ma get back up with you though baby
Know what I'm sayin'? You know you my nigga kid

I'ma always come through for you baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though man
All the time, word, yo man, that's you man
Yo peace Rae, peace God
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)

Whassup baby? God damn, look at you man
Damn God, I got a shit out you man
Man, I done watched you man
Since you was a little crumb snatcher
A little weed-hopper running around here man

Look at you baby, you look good
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)
Understand, I watched you go through a lot of trials and tribulations
But you know something, like I used to always tell you baby
A good listener's a good learner
(G O D's my reality)

I see you listened very well, understand?
(I'm elevating strong and I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
Your time is coming baby
See sometime, it could be like, a rear view
You know what I'm sayin'?
And people don't know when their blessing comes

But I watch you grow, man you is a very intelligent man
Man, I watched you when I used to sit down and you would
Trick me out my money shootin' dice, niggaz is you crazy?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
(G O D's my reality)

Crazy you crazy man
Yo Rae, you remember that shit man?
When we used to be down there in the hills and shit man?
(I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go on to the highest degree)
And you'd catch it, from Old Man Freed

He'd be yelling, "You little slick ass"
Ha ha ha ha
Talk to me baby, know what I'm sayin'?
Ha ha ha ha
I've been through all them things, man I'm watchin' you growin'

But remember one thing Rae like I used to tell you
The child you was is making you the man you is today
And if you don't know where you came from baby
You damn sure know that you don't know where you going
Can you see what I'm saying? Know which way you traveling
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)

You understand? And follow that destiny, follow the light
And it'll set you free
(Oh, G O D's my reality)
'Cause I've watched you baby, you my main man, yeah
(We're elevating strong and we're going on to the highest degree)

Now that could be the Wu-Tang production
Start to knuckle up and, gun shots start to click the block's duckin'
Could it be, and would it be, that we was babies
Catchin', rabies, niggaz seem to act crazy

Day one, in my spot July the tenth
I had a mint, stickin' up Devine's hittin' them with nines
I was toxie, from layin up in Roxie's all night
This nigga bust a shot, lick my man's wife

It was havoc I contact the Abbot
He shook the shoulder though
Then he passed the phat chrome automatic
We goin' to war, you know we headed to the floor
He woulda, did it, for me fuck it, let's mosie

Schemin' dough, with the P.L.O., wrapped on tight
Sayin' in my mic, "Yo we gotta go"
My first impression was to add some lessons
Question, one, what made you even
Show your gun and blow the session?

He replied and rocked the green eye
And yo, he started, yellin', "Them niggaz sellin' two for fives"
But he's a goner and I got my corner
What, I'm feedin' my babies, Cash Rules for mortal daughters

Yeah, Rae baby
Feedin' my babies, Cash Rules for mortal daughters
Only God is the son of man
(We've got the powers to resurrect the dead)

I'll say it one time, and be certain that fake God does not exist
(Oh, G O D's my reality)
(I'm elevating strong we're gonna go on to the highest degree)
This is why the universe, has itself balanced the scale

Of divine knowledge, and it was measured by the portion
Of solid knowledge, no man, can judge for another
But each man must weigh all facts and circumstances
And find truth in his own judgment of righteousness

See, the way to evil, balance equality in no man
For no man is good and bad at the same time
Either you good, or you bad

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Sound The Alarm - Lyrics - Sean Paul

Title: Sound The Alarm
Artist: Sean Paul
Composer(s): A Daley, Jason Henriques, Sean Paul Henriques

Lyric:
Yo, you remember Tony from Capicu?
And carribean chicks be like papi chu
All you haters out there can't stop me dude
I got niggas out there dem shotta you

Y'all not ready for R R O
Y'all not ready for Sean Paul
Y'all not ready for Tony Toca
Ladies, esa loca

Ay yo good lookin', from D.R. to Brooklyn
Puerto Rico to Montego do it for the people
Toca aka Mr. Suavito
Do what I do like I'm doin it for me though

Rep for my bredren that's without question
Pull out the weapon in case they start flexin'
T.Touch he bust so stop guessin'
I weed up now wheel it up in a session

Rudebwoy selecta yeah I'm a get'cha
I'm nice under pressure write a quick lecture
Sean Paul nothin' but love soon as I met ya
So let's do this and show 'em who the rudest

You must be kiddin' me, gettin' rid of me
Guns'll blast like them boys in Tivoli
Or Rema and Jungle where all the killers be
Even in Italy they still consider me

One of the dopest that's cause I lasted
The rest is all hopeless nothin' but asses
I'm so focused yet I'm so blasted
(Dutty, yeah)
And I'm out son, big up all the masses

Tell dem all for races seh nuh guy caan try race case
Gwaan stop di progress and a gwaan embrace this
A old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist
Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste

Well, I don't need a lawyer 'cause there won't be a case
Forget what you see now your life is get replaced
I'm di dappa Dutty dung inna di biz
I'm about to show you what respect really is

Punk yah nuh nuttin', yo, I know you really think your clever
But you can stop di style dem never
Real push button, start it if yuh ready fi whatever
Yo tell mi if you heard of mi never dem call mi

The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist
Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist
Oonu listen out, Esa Loca

Yo, it's the Sosa of rap Dominicans stand up
Kingston Jamaica put your hands up
San Juan Puerto Rico I got my man Touch
My nigga Sean Paul big up big up

It's that R dot O, B dot B
In Jamaica we smoke kiki, kiki
Ladies, we got freaky, freaky
I dropped out of school teach me teach me

You touch my man Tony guns'll blow
And after the party the straight to the moe
My nigga Sean Paul still got the flow
You remember just gimme the light and pass the dro

R.O.B.B. I got my see through straw may we blend up
Weh all who know see through dat a mi high grade friend up
Man a store quality we all a smoke to di end up
Wid mi pal upon mi pen up it a inspire mi head up

But some bwoy waan disturb man med up
Just through di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red up
When dem diss mi fi try get mi fed up
R.O.B.B. waan fi rise up di led up

Tony Toca waan fi get dem place bled up
Friends and family dem start get shred up
Just through dem nah hear di words weh mi said up
Better dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem call mi

The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist
Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist
Oonu listen out, Esa Loca

Yeah, easy R.O.B.B. straight out of Jersey
Yuh dun know Tony Toca
A Dutty Yeah, Esa Loca

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Lonely Man (From The Demo Session) - Lyrics - Audio Adrenaline

Title: Lonely Man (From The Demo Session)
Artist: Audio Adrenaline
Composer(s): Benjamin Patrick Cissell, Robert Vaughn Herdman, William R Mc Ginniss, Mark Alan Stuart, Tyler David Burkum

Lyric:
I got some game and I got some style
You best beware I'm a real wild child
My secret is safe, can't read my mind
To get to me, you've got to get in line

I am a lonely man
I am a lonely man
I lost everything on the number 10
You gotta pay if you wanna play
I tossed my dice on the green felt skin
You gotta pay if you wanna play

It all comes down so I break it down
It all comes down so I break it down
It all comes down so I break it down
It all breaks down
Break it, break it

Take some time you can see inside
The little man that I try to hide
You'll never know me 'cause I've always lied
You'll never know all the tears I've cried

I am a lonely man
I am a lonely man
I lost everything on the number 10
You gotta pay if you wanna play
I tossed my dice on the green felt skin
You gotta pay if you wanna play

It all comes down so I break it down
It all comes down so I break it down
It all comes down so I break it down
It all breaks down

I am a lonely man
I am a lonely man
I lost everything on the number 10
You gotta pay if you wanna play
I tossed my dice on the green felt skin
You gotta pay if you wanna play
It all breaks down

I am a lonely man
I am a lonely man
I want something to believe in
I want to see what I cannot see
I want something to believe in
I want to see what I cannot see

I am a lonely man
I am a lonely man

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

State Vs Kirk Jones - Lyrics - Sticky Fingaz

Title: State Vs Kirk Jones
Artist: Sticky Fingaz
Composer(s): C Dorsey, R Fisher, Dominick Lamb, Kirk Jones, G Williams, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible]

Yeah, State Vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residin'
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what you're facin'
Prosecution, set it with your openin' statement

Your Honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences
To the family of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother, Barbara
His two year old daughter, T'wanna
And the baby's mama, Sandra

He's a murderer, that animal killed my baby's father!"
Order in the court
I'm sorry for the outburst, your Honor
I have an original copy of the police report

January, the 4th, the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm

Bailiff, could you please pass this report to Judge Battle?
Mr. Fitzpatrick, there's a few questions I'd like to ask you
You said you was outside the store in Manhattan
So could you please tell this court what you saw happened?

Yeah, he killed Tyrone, I saw everything
The argument, how son drawed
Hose and everything, the worst shit I saw in my life
I wanna testify, I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie

Did you see that man in court today?
Do you think that you could point him out?
Yes, that's him, right there
Are you sure? Yeah, without a doubt
Same nigga that took my Pumas but I ain't hold no grudge
Remembered his foul ass when I saw the blood

You stated you had a run in with Kirk Jones before
In your opinion, is he the type that would rob a jewelry store?
Your Honor, objection, his opinion should be stricken from the record
Objection sustained, Prosecution, next question

I'd like to call my next eyewitness, Mr. Paul Dejour
Paul, could you tell us what happened inside the store?

Yeah, it was about 20 past, I saw the S class
Pull up in the reflection in the mirror in the store glass
And quicker that you could say, "Nigga kiss my ass"
He hopped out of the passenger side wit a black ski mask
I saw somebody run up in the store, order us on the floor

Yo, I swore, I was a goner for sure
He tried to snatch Tyrone's bracelet
It just appraised to the twenty grand
And Tyrone wouldn't let him take it

Is that the moment when he shot him?
Yeah man, that's when he popped him
I was so scared I laid there, played possum
He started to blast this way, 'til the gat was empty

He took the gun handle and broke the glass display
He emptied all of the trays and ran out the store
And I watched Tyrone bleed to death on the floor
I can't remember no more, that's all, that

Okay, okay, calm down
I have no further questions, your Honor

Court is now in session, now gettin' back to business
Pat Haley for Defense, please call your first witness
Yeah, aight your honor, I call up Henry Lace
He's the witness that I'm cross examinin' for the case

Yeah, I testify your Honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you, I know who did it
It happened so fast, I didn't see a lot of it
But I know for a fact, he stuck a gun to his esophagus

Wait, wait, wait, objection, your Honor
His statement's preposterous
There was no weapons found, no sign of no hostages
Remember Mr. Henry Lace, you under oath, yeah I know
You lyin' in the stand to get him fryin' in the pan

Now, where was you the night you claim he shot Tyrone?
I was right there
You and Holmes had beef before Kirk got home
Was you mad because he came home bangin' your chick?
What you talkin' 'bout?
Got your boys out the hood now they slangin' the shit

I know you mad, that's why you in court, turnin' on him
Kirk, cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on, you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there, you just heard it by phone

Man, you crazy man ? I was right there
Yeah right, I read your rap sheet
N,o he wasn't, he's lyin', fuck you, you liar
Calm down, calm down, chill, chill, Kirk, Kirk
Man, fuck that, he's lyin' he wasn't even there, man
He killed Tyrone man, fuck that, no, I didn't
Man, he's lyin' man, he's lyin'

Order in the court, now I'm warning you, Defense
Tell your client take it down, matter fact 'proach the bench
Counsel, in my chambers, so that we can situate
Let the jury be excused, so they can go deliberate

Yo man, Mr. Haley, what kind of defense is this man
What you doin' man? She gon' fuckin' hang me, man
No, sh-she's got it in for me, I'm tellin' you, man
You promised you'd get me off, man

In the case of the State Vs. Kirk Jones, you heard it
Both sides testified and the jury reached a verdict
Guilty all counts from theft to murder one
W-w-what? Guilty? By the time you
Gettin' out, you gon' have a grandson

Fuck you bitch, I'll see you in hell, bitch
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck, get off me, fuck you, Pat Haley
What? Get him out of my courtroom
Fuck the judge, fuck everybody

Baliff, Baliff, remove him from my courtroom
Fuck this shit, I hope you all burn in hell
You're gonna die bitch, fuck you
You will spend the rest of your life in jail for this
You will be held for contempt of court
And anything else I can find that
[Incomoprehensible]

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Get Down - Lyrics - Prince Of Darkness - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Get Down
Album: Prince Of Darkness
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Donald Boyce, George Brown, Antonio Hardy, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield

Lyric:
It ain't hard to tell
The flow of the Kane is movin' 'em real well
I build and excel and plus I rap like hell
Lyrics generate, break through and penetrate

Connect like an interstate, now let me demonstrate
I grab the microphone and put the dap in quick
You start to tappin 'and snappin' and clappin'
Then rappin'll happen

And then I display, poetry, the right way
And rock the Gladys Knight to the next Morris Day
I get sexy like Marvin Gaye
And other times, I might wanna hit 'em hard and say

Somethin' exquisite and clever like a wizard
Hit 'em like a blizzard if you missed it
Turn to your friend and say, "What is it?"
Or what was it, because it, was too fast for you to bust it
So pay attention to how the 'Smooth Operator' does it

Just acknowledge the sound
Get on the good foot, uhh and get down

Look, the thought of competition, I don't have the faintest
'Cause if I'm correct, I kicked them all in the anus
So I don't care if you step to me in three flocks
The men that's all pumped up like Reeboks

'Cause I bring down the swelling, just like alcohol
Makin' 'em all fall like the Berlin Wall
Then I apply pain just like a migraine
Pssssh, man, don't even try Kane
A lyrical catastrophe, a disaster see, nobody gets on after me

Crushin' MC's is how I get my joy
So when one tries to battle I'm like, hoo, boy
Class in session as I give the lesson
To prove to another rapper that I rule in his profession
And it's nothin' new, that the Kane is your ruler

'Cause back in the days I used to call you Sundullah
Now it's a new time period, rappers are still fearin' it
And the crowd is still cheerin'
With the new Black Ceaser that came to town
With one purpose, to make you get down

I start to flow, slow, and then, ohh, no
I gotta pick up the pace and go
Go relatin' and statin' what I'm creatin' to straighten MC's
That I'm debatin' terminatin' as the Kane keeps them evadin'

So step over, 'cause ain't no leftover
Remains from the Kane I drained the last brain
Speak like Oprah, attack like a cobra
Turn your whole year into a 'Red October'

Lyrics are sweet like struddel, at the same time brutal
Your rhymes remind me of the noodle in, umm
Chop suey, soft and chewy
My rhymes are kickin' like Bruce, you're just 'Hong Kong Phooey'

So 'Enter the Dragon' as I start to raggin'
All the competition that's on the bandwagon
I take the groove around around around around around
Around, so get down

Yo, get out your seat and jump to this
Throw your hands in the air and pump your fists
The name of the jam is get down so let me see you do it
And show some unity in music

We gotta show our young ones the right way
To avoid crucial poison and the price they might pay
So I keep on teachin' the children to follow the
Power, equality, Allah C equality, peace

Mister Cee, you gotta get down and, uh
Scoob Lover, you gotta get down and, uh
Scrap Lover, you gotta get down and, uh
Big Fahl, you gotta get down and my man
Jay-Z, you gotta get down and
Positive K, you gotta get down and

To my man Music Mike, you gotta get down
And to my man Larry, you gotta get down
And to my man Ant Live, you gotta get down
And to my man Big Chuck, you gotta get down
And I can't forget Rog, you gotta get down
And to my man Danny, you gotta get down

And to my main man Sauce, you gotta get down
And to my man Bobby V, you gotta get down
And to my cousin '95, you gotta get down
To my brother the Lil' Daddy, you gotta get down
And to my man Tyrone, you gotta get down
And if I didn't say your name, you can still get down

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Man'S Too Strong - Lyrics - Brothers In Arms - Dire Straits

Title: The Man'S Too Strong
Album: Brothers In Arms
Artist: Dire Straits
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

Lyric:
I'm just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune to many a torching session
Now they say I am a war criminal and I'm fading away
Father please hear my confession

I have legalized robbery, called it belief
I have run with the money, I have hid like a thief
Rewritten history with my armies of my crooks
Invented memories, I did burn all the books

And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song
The man's too big, the man's too strong

Well I have tried to be meek and I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman and I sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls, that have made me alone
Striven for peace, which I never have known

And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song
The man's too big, the man's too strong

Well the sun rose on the courtyard and they all did hear him say
You always was a judas but I got you anyway
You may have got your silver but I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds and I gave them to your wife

Oh father please help me for I have done wrong
The man's too big, the man's too strong

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Can'T Touch This - Lyrics - Mc Hammer

Title: Can'T Touch This
Artist: Mc Hammer
Composer(s): Stanley Kirk Burrell, Rick James, Alonzo Miller

Lyric:
Can't touch this
Uh uh, can't touch this
Nope, can't touch this
Naw man, no, can't touch this

My, my, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say, "Oh, my Lord
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet"

Feels good, when you know you down
A super dope homeboy from Oak town
And I'm known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch

Ha ha, I told you, man, can't touch this
Yeah, no, can't touch this
Look at my eyes, man, can't touch this
Let me bust some funky lyrics, check it

Fresh new kicks and pants
You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance
So move outta your seat
Get a fly girl and catch this beat

While it's rollin', hold on
Pump a little bit, let her know it's goin' on
Like that
(Like that, like that)
Like that

Cold on a mission so fall on back
Let 'em know, that you're too much
And this is a beat, ha ha, can't touch

Ha ha, and that's the word, can't touch this
Nope, can't touch this
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Break it down

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Yeah, oh, woo, ha!
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Yeah, you can't touch this baby, oh oh oh oh
Comin' live, you know, stop!
Can't touch this

Go with the flow, it is said
If you can't groove to this then you probably are dead
So wave your hands in the air
Bust through the moves three fingers through your hair

This is it for a winner
(This is it)
Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner
Move, slide your rump
Just for a minute let's all do the bump

Bump, bump, bump
Bump, bump
(Bump)
Ha ha, woo!
Hey look, man
No, you cannot touch this

You better get hype
Because you know, can't touch this
You can't, ring the bell, school's back in session
Break it down

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Oh oh oh oh oh, do the bump, ha ha
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
Can't touch this, baby
No touching, stop!
Can't touch this

Every time you see me I'm just so hype
I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic
Now why would I ever stop doing this?
With others makin' records that just don't hit

I've toured around the world from London to the Bay
It's ******** ** *** *** ********
And the rest can go and play, can't touch this

Yo, I told you, you can't touch this
Yeah, can't touch this
Ha ha, can't touch this

(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
You can look but, you can look but
Can't touch this
I told y'all at the beginning of the song
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh)
And if y'all listened this far then y'all know by now
Let 'em know they can't touch this
Can't touch this

Ha, man, can't touch this
Ha, man, can't touch this
Check it, man, can't touch this
Like you almost got
No, no, you can't touch this, nope

Ha, yeah, can't touch this
(Can't touch this)
Can I see your VIP pass?
No, no, you're not supposed to
(Can't touch this)
No, you can't touch this, no, you gotta leave now
It's time to go, you can't touch this

You can't touch this
Can't touch this

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Lifestyles Of The Rich And Infamous
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow

Lyric:
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G
I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes
Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this ear boy
Yeah you know I wanna come out, I wanna go out on tour with you man
Yo hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man
It's a little different than you think man
Yo so what is it really like baby}

It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets
Get fly crash the Limo back seats
Lookin' in the faces of some ladies that I never met
On the interview tip, no sweat

They ask me questions, I throw the words back
They say they write facts, I know that's bull crap
They're kickin' drama, but then drama's my middle name
That's the price ya pay for big fame

The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up
But it's my J O B, I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter on the line with a word quiz
I gotta show 'cause I'm livin' in the showbiz

Outta the Limo, to the plane in the pourin' rain
I hate flyin' but there's no time for slow trains
Another show to do, I gotta catch my crew
They left last night in the bus around two

The plane's a small one, no fun at all
Bouncin' round the air like a tennis ball
When it touches down I wanna kiss the ground
But it's time to wreck a new town

Get to the arena, meet up with the crew
They tell me all the speakers blew
The cordless don't work, sound man's a jerk
Somebody's gonna get hurt

I'm crazy mad but my fans want autographs
I turn my angry frowns into fake laughs
I can't be rude 'cause they wouldn't understand
I ain't human no more, I'm a Superman

You can try but you'll never understand this
You can try but you'll never understand this
Try an' try but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous

Alright you got five minutes in store dude
Then after that you got a photo session right on yo
Grab masses, spin, I don't know
There's a fucking bunch of people that want to see you

Four hours till show time, oh well
I might as well check in the hotel
Get a little rest before it's time to play
Ten brothers standin' in the hallway

All with demo tapes, they need the hook up
They heard that I was the one to look up
I can't ditch 'em 'cause they already saw me
I'll put my head down, maybe they'll ignore me

No chance "Ice what's goin' on?"
I listened to twenty-five songs
And after that the brothers still wouldn't leave
They started lookin' at my T.V

I was gonna break down if they didn't jet soon
Snuck across the hall and crashed in E's room
But then this freak came in thought I was E
Straddled her legs across me

Ripped off her blouse pushed her breast against my face
Started gyratin' her waist
Sounds fly like a hype sex thriller?
But see she looked like Godzilla

Pushed her off me, home girl hit the floor
This is what it's like on tour
I hit the hallway, it was crawlin' thick
"Could we take this picture real quick?"

Jumped into a pose that I used a million times before
Took pictures with the whole damn floor
I couldn't say no not to my fans
You see they wouldn't understand

You can try but you'll never understand this
Try an' try but you'll never understand this
You can try but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous

Alright will somebody gets these hoes off the bus
Get the god damn girls off the bus
No more backstage passes, whose [incomprehensible] is this
Get everybody out of the room, the hotels gonna throw us out
Where is Ice T, he's got the socks and more pigeons up here
Evilyn lost the fuckin' records

Now it's show time, time to flow time
Evil lost the records but we still gotta go time
The house is packed, everybody's on their feet
So I say, "Throw on Rakim's beat"

I'm catchin' problems from every angle
The mic cords are tangled
I try to flow smooth but my words are mangled
Damn near slipped and broke my ankle

If that ain't enough, the police are hawkin'
Listenin' real close to the words I'm talkin'
They wanna put a brother like me in the back seat
Just because I curse the beat

E hits the fader and the crowd is lit
I start bustin' off some new shit
The stage is so smokey that I almost fall off
I start inhalin' it, I'm tryin' not to cough

They wanna tap my phone wanna keep my crib bugged
Call all my homes, felonist, street thugs
You might say I think this lifestyle sucks?
I wouldn't trade it for a million bucks
Although it's all not glamor and gleam
It's still my dream

You can try but you'll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous
Yo, this is dedicated to all my fans
To support Ice T and the Rhymes syndicate
Peace I love ya
The lifestyles of the rich and infamous

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Request Line - Lyrics - Bridging The Gap - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Request Line
Album: Bridging The Gap
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Rhett Lawrence, William Adams, Natalie Hinds, Mike Fratantuno, George Pajon, Allen Pineda

Lyric:
Pick up the phone, call up the line
Call up the request line
Call up the line
Call up the request line
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco

And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
'Cuz the DJ grab the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we greatful
When you hear the stuff of records get a tasteful

Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cuz of the collection of the records he saved
To the direction of the record we swayed
And all night through the session we stayed

'Cuz you know you got the feeling, all right
Good god got the feeling, all right
Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin', all right now
And I be feelin', all right
Don't stop, keep it goin' now come on

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

Turn table, let's bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like Macy Gray, Roots, and D'Angelo
Mos Def, Les Nubian's, and De La Soul

I like them cuts with the soul and original
Never afraid to be creative on your radio
Spin my jam when I'm cruisin' down the barrio
Turn my audio up, create a party yo

Hey DJ would you play ma song
And get ma rock get ma roll get ma hip-hop on
And I'm dancin' all day, all night
Gimme some inside, make me feel hot inside

All right
Got me feelin', all right
Got me feelin', all right
Got me feelin', all right
All shots down, all right
Got me wanna get down all night
All night, all right now

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

Jump up, enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody, everybody have a good time

Jump up, enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody, everybody have a good time

Last night a DJ saved my life
Last night a DJ saved my life

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band

What you say, what you say now
What you say now, the request line

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Betta Listen - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: Betta Listen
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason

Lyric:
Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no, no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen

Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen

Mummy I saw one day
She was on some fume vapors
Givin' me lip, so I continued with the caper
Cat litter, had me sniffin'

Since outside the palace
Eyes sicker than aids
Game harder than a callous
Tried to enter in her shit

She had locks on the session
Tellin' me how her last man
Taught her ass a lesson damn
Well, I'm not the mayor

I take care of my dimes
But I excluded I had nickels
Addin' up to her kind
Short stacks with a wristful of jewels

Sayin' she didn't need a man
To make her out for a fool
Dig it, miss, my love is credited in cupid account
And if you need that extra help
I got that extra amount

Gigglin', figurin', I had jokes for her humor
Then she broke out with the words
About knowin' all the rumors
"See, all you niggas rappin' be like pedigree dogs

Thinkin' you can have me leashed
Around your microphone cords"
Somethin' 'bout her lit me up like July
And with them onions in the pants

I couldn't help but cry
Seemed lost in the essence
But I had to find my way to take
Action for the digits, just to set up a date

Thought my shinin' was on
I had the skirts in the bag
Until I took a bit of time
To peep the price on the tag

She said, "I'm that salt and pepa
Who like pushin' it to sisters
You need to get to walkin' with it mister
I think you betta listen"

Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen

We was at some outside jam one Saturday night
When this pretty ass girl got locked in my sight
She was a ghetto philosopher
Yeah, you know the type

Thinkin' Mary J. and Sade understood her strife
Caught me lookin', "Yo, what's cookin'?"
"Nothin' from around here
So don't approach or hope
To be the man of the year"

I said, ?Listen deer or rabbit or whatever the hell you be
I'm not the one to embarrass
But the one to emcee
I traveled the world quarters on my relationships

Used and abused by hoes
So my royalty stubs
But above all
I brought my daughter into this earth

So I understand the need
Of women feeling of worth?
She glanced deep in my eyes
And said, "Oh shit, you're ill

I like the way your mind
Moves around at will
Still, let me apologize for soundin' so sassy
But niggas act as if my ass

Has a sign that says harass me"
Her name was Gail from the union of dale
I made her remove the shades
So her eyes could tell me the plan
Yo where's your man?

"Oh that nigga's past tense
Painted bruises on my face
Haven't seen him ever since"
Gave a pinch to my bottom

And started rubbing my back
She said, ?I bet your ass is darker
Than a mobb deep track"
Only one way to know it

And I was down to show it
So we jetted back to my crib to set it
She made it known
"I've owned thoughts of you

Since that song 'Meeny-Meeny'
Can't believe you're about
To be all up in between me"
Man, the flag was lowered

So my wood was raised
Followed a shielding of my building
To protect me from the blaze
This granted access to

Southern parts of her borders
Did you have her comin'?
Like the new world order
I caught her with the right combination
A good combination
Keepin' it in her hard, man
You betta listen

Listen all you fellas, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen all you fellas, then you won't have to worry no no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen

Listen, here's what good love is
Listen all you fellas, the kind she understands
Listen, then you won't have to worry no no, no
Listen all you fellas, you betta listen, you betta listen

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Story Of My Old Man (Abbey Road Session Version) - Lyrics - Good Charlotte

Title: The Story Of My Old Man (Abbey Road Session Version)
Artist: Good Charlotte
Composer(s): Benjamin Combs, Joel Combs

Lyric:
I don't know too much about you
Too much of my old man
I know he walked right out that door
We never saw him again
Last I heard he was at the bar
Doin' himself in
I know I got that same disease
I got stuck with that from him

This is the story of my old man
Just like it's gonna be for him
I'm tellin' you do anything thing you can
So you don't end up just like him, like him

Monday he woke up and hated life
Drank until Wednesday and left his wife
Thursday through Saturday he lost everything
Woke up on Sunday miserable again

I remember baseball games
And workin' on the car
Told me that he loved me
And that I would go far
Showed me how to work hard
And stick up for myself
I wish he wasn't to hard
To listen to himself

This is the story of my old man
Just like it's gonna be for him
I'm tellin' you do anything thing you can
So you don't end up just like him, like him

Monday he woke up and hated life
Drank until Wednesday and left his wife
Thursday through Saturday he lost everything
Woke up on Sunday miserable again
Again, again

Someday he wish that
He made things right
(Made things right)
Long for his family
And miss his wife
(Miss his wife)
Remember the days he had everything
(Everything)
Now he's alone and miserable again

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Lower East Side - Lyrics - Delinquent Habits - Delinquent Habits

Title: Lower East Side
Album: Delinquent Habits
Artist: Delinquent Habits
Composer(s): G Urquize, M Esperon, D Thomas, A Martinez, I Martin

Lyric:
In this little session of the promised land
Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend
I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in the ride
Pop it in drive, I'm rolling through the Eastside

Lower, slower, down for the dip
Now hold up, check the sound flip that bitch
There's a party goin' on swingin' all night long
They come from mile around to see me freak their

But if a sucka' wanna trip struttin' up beat
I got a gang of hounds to make 'em pop teeth
I now this crazy ass fool, bringin' old sasson
I got the brass for your ass, homeboy thought you knew that

I got homeys on the South side
I know some vat's on the East side
Some my homeys wanna G-ride
We're brining up the lower Eastside

I got homeys on the South side
I know some vat's on the East side
Some my homeys wanna G-ride
We're brining up the lower Eastside

Los Delinquent's, trippin' up the place I hang
Hey, it's the guera loco wit the way I swang
See I be rollin' through this and my right hand man is Keemo
Un delinquent con el gloc en mi hand es mi Vida loca

I'm waistin' my potential funky wit' the lower Eastside fundamentals
Lower rides, place between the 5 and the 91, north of Velandra
I was wit' my su-man, my former kung-fu man
My name, Mr. Ives Well, I'ma roll this Erica to let me fingers twitch
(Who the motha'fuck are you man?)
'Cause the lower Eastside's up in this bitch and

I got homeys on the South side
I know some vat's on the East side
Some my homeys wanna G-ride
We're brining up the lower Eastside

Well, let me think now
What do I wanna play I got some homeys a hop skip a jump away
Where I can always go and catch me a slug fest
(What?)
Tango family all the way up in the Midwest
Well, let me come back around the grounds where I lounge

The 40-ounce booze and lounge wit my hounds
That's where the homeys will be kickin' it
(Hey yo that's the N-double guera-5, isn't?)
Right, shh, escucha, here comes the man
But I know these streets like the back of my hand

So while the swiney guy be lookin' around
I be flippin' a frown, as I pump my shi because, the cuffs won't click
The charges won't stick I wonder when these people gonna get
The fuck up off my dick there's nowhere you could ever take a drag boy

Because I break puts of drive-bys
Just a twist of the cap from the 40 in my lap
Wanna scrap we scrap, wanna blast I'm strapped
Tell me

I got homeys on the South side
I know some vat's on the East side
Some my homeys wanna G-ride
We're brining up the lower Eastside

I got homeys on the South side
I know some vat's on the East side
Some my homeys wanna G-ride
We're brining up the lower Eastside

I got homeys on the South side
I know some vat's on the East side
Some my homeys wanna G-ride
We're brining up the lower Eastside

I got homeys on the South side
I know some vat's on the East side
Some my homeys wanna G-ride
We're brining up the lower Eastside

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

What Should I Do - Lyrics - From Nothin' to Somethin' - Fabolous

Title: What Should I Do
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Arama Brown, John David Jackson, Robert W. Larow, Jeremy Skaller, Antwan Thompson

Lyric:
Does anyone care? Please tell me
I?m alone and scared, please help me
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Please tell me, please tell me

Dear Fab, I wrote this letter in confidence you will read it
I succeeded gettin' my collage education completed
Smart girl, not conceited, I used to bein' treated
Anyway, but anyway your advice is needed

I?m 22 years old with a beautiful daughter
By a dead beat who wouldn?t give a quarter to support her
My money was gettin? low and my patience was gettin' shorter
Heard about his new girlfriend and all the *** he brought her

So I caught her, fought her, heard she had restrainin? orders
I still grabbed her ponytail and held her underwater
So right now I?m sorta locked up for manslaughter
Missin' every minute I can't spend with my daughter

Does anyone care? Please tell me
I?m alone and scared, please help me
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Please tell me, please tell me

Loso, I know you hold profession as a lyricist
But you probably never had depression as severe as this
Your music, it?s like a session with a therapist
I asked the Lord to send me any blessin? if He's hearin? this

I?m stressin? somethin? serious, pressin? on delirious
A smart man always asks questions if he's curious
I believe in God but I don?t understand His plan
Why send a Spanish man way up to Afghanistan?

Hand this man a rifle, suit me up in camouflage
I salute the hand of sarge, he is not a man in charge
I?m fightin? this war, don?t know who I?m fightin? it for
Might be goin? AWOL any day y'all

Does anyone care? Please tell me
I?m alone and scared, please help me
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Please tell me, please tell me

Dear Fabolous, I?m such a fan, I don?t have much demands
But I?m really hopin? that you will keep in touch with fans
?Coz see, I know you probably busy kickin? it
With one of them pretty girls from on television shakin' it

My vision ain't mistaken, I can see you wasn?t fakin'
So I hope that you can help me with some good decision makin?
I've been thinkin? a lot, so much I haven?t slept in days
My mother and father about to go they separate ways

I?m a teen in the cross of a painful divorce
I love my mom and she think I'm an angel of course
I love my dad too, I feel tangled and lost
Who's side should I be on? Your friend, Dion

Does anyone care? Please tell me
I?m alone and scared, please help me
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?
Please tell me, please tell me

Yeah, this song is dedicated to anyone who find theyself
In a place where they need some advice
You may not always find that person in the physical form
But there?s someone you can trust in

Who listens when everybody?s ears are shut
Who sees when everybody?s eyes are closed
Who speaks when everybody?s voice is silent
Put your faith in God, the Man will take you from there, Loso

?Coz not a day goes by, that I don?t wonder why
And what should I do?

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Hurry Up - Lyrics - Priceless - Frankie J

Title: Hurry Up
Album: Priceless
Artist: Frankie J
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Mikkel Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen

Lyric:
Don't remember were we met
All I do know is that I said hi
She looked me up and down
She said let's go

So we went to a spot
Off the back, blazin' hot
Clothes come off, it was on
Head board broke, mind was blown, good Lord

After the session
She checked the messages on her cell
All of a sudden her face just froze
And her eyes got big as hell

The message said
'Hey, baby, surprise, surprise
Girl, I'm free, I'll be home around 3'
And it was already 3:15, she said

(Hurry up)
Grab your shoes
(Hurry up)
Grab your clothes

(Hurry up)
'Cause my man's
(Hurry up)
Comin' be home
(She said)

(Hurry up)
Hit the street
(Hurry up)
Disappear

(Hurry up)
You gotta get
(Hurry up)
Out of here

Baby, he's crazy
Believe me, he'll kill you
Leave your number, I'll call you
Whatever what you just need to hurry up

She said he stood about 7 foot 9
Killed some cat for lookin' at her
And got 25 to life

?But somehow he's out today
And this fool he's on his way
He'll snap your neck and not think twice
Get your things and goodnight?

Now I ain't trippin'
'Cause if there ain't no man I like, I feel
So I am draggin' around ever so slowly
Puttin' on my gear

I grab my jeans off the floor
Suddenly keys in the door
She changed the locks, that bought me time
But still this dude is right outside, she said

(Hurry up)
Grab your shoes
(Hurry up)
Grab your clothes

(Hurry up)
'Cause my man's
(Hurry up)
Comin' be home
(She said)

(Hurry up)
Hit the street
(Hurry up)
Disappear

(Hurry up)
You gotta get
(Hurry up)
Out of here

Baby, he's crazy
Believe me, he'll kill you
Leave your number, I'll call you
Whatever what you just need to hurry up

She said get under the bed
Like that's a good place to hide
He kicked in the door, no hello
He just goes, ?Who's car is that outside??

I looked at him, he looked at me
I still had one leg out my jeans
?Where do I go??, runnin' through my head
Guess I should've listened when she said

(Hurry up)
Grab your shoes
(Hurry up)
Grab your clothes

(Hurry up)
'Cause my man's
(Hurry up)
Comin' be home
(She said)

(Hurry up)
Hit the street
(Hurry up)
Disappear

(Hurry up)
You gotta get
(Hurry up)
Out of here

Baby, he's crazy
Believe me, he'll kill you
Leave your number, I'll call you
Whatever what you just need to
Just leave

(Hurry up)
Grab your shoes
(Hurry up)
Grab your clothes

(Hurry up)
'Cause my man's
(Hurry up)
Comin' be home

(Hurry up)
Hit the street
(Hurry up)
Disappear

(Hurry up)
You gotta get
(Hurry up)
Out of here

Baby, he's crazy
Believe me, he'll kill you
Leave your number, I'll call you
Whatever what you just need to hurry up
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Meth Vs. Chef - Lyrics - Tical - Method Man

Title: Meth Vs. Chef
Album: Tical
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods

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Lyric:
Duel, worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!

Get ready to gel team!
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
It's about to go on, Tical!
You make the call, I make the call!
It's all for all
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
(Count my shells)
And there's about to be one left
(Count my shells, nigga)
I know you know it's on kid
(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)

Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
Niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
Of a picnic, 'cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
Missiles, I be comin' through like the four-nine-three-eleven
Tearing up the power you, me, Tical

A bad motherfucking Buddha monk, what the fuck
Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
A rugged vet, terrible like a champion sweat
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
Bitch!

Meth versus Chef
(It's my turn)
Meth versus Chef
(Yo let's bring that shit baby)
Meth versus Chef
(Yo, yeah, one more time nigga)
Meth versus Chef
(Callin' me out, it's goin' off)
I blow your fuckin' ass to death

I'm goin' all out kid no turnbacks
You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin'
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt
'Cause niggaz act funny, and fumble

But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin'
Wha-Su God get him, hit 'em with the nine troop
No question, cha-cha-blow in the session
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
'Tack you like chess moves best move
Yo, yeah, yo
The boards, your ass
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh!

'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
At Rae through, comin' at your motherfuckin' crew
Live direct, yeah you better step
Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
Motivate, to the gate
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your line
Airwaves, yo behave
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
Ahh shit!

Chef verses Meth verses Meth

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