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Monday, August 23, 2010

Big City - Lyrics - The Movement - Inspectah Deck

Title: Big City
Album: The Movement
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Composer(s): Mobutu Evans, Grover Jr Washington, Jason Hunter

Lyric:
We pray for a better today, glocks and berettas spray
Everyday, how did I survive yesterday?
I can't call it, cops shot the alcoholic
The fiend saw it, he got the gun, he want a dime for it
The hood life, chicks and thugs, crips and bloods
Dippin' on the judge, pushin' whips and drugs
Burnin' big buds, gettin' love, spinnin' them dubs
For the taste of it, the low life'll split your mug

It's the home of the brave, the zone of the slave
We all want it but gettin' it's a whole 'nother page
The young guns wantin' respect, flossin' the tech
Bitches wanna strip, now it's all for the check
Yo, everyday, lives at stake, pies to bake
Same knife that cuts your throat divides the cake
For the hustlers, thugs, who scheme to survive
And all in between, scream fuck a 9 to 5

In the bright lights, the big city
The thieves stay crawlin' at night with eyes shifty
In the bright lights, the big city
The fiends come sortin' the price with nine fifty
In the bright lights, the big city
They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly
In the bright lights, the big city
The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty

Daydreams, bought and sold
The high price we livin' might cost your soul
Secret indictments, furrows with roll hoes
Codefendant, I hope he don't tell what he knows
Exposed to a life of crime since I was nine
Gettin' money by design despite the time
Hustlin' to be a man and feed my fam
My wife, my seed, my land completes the plan

Please understand, either legal or scam
I see the thieves in the van, I can't beat the man
Still monster ballin', eatin', speakin' ebonics
Wit foreign cars, custom made clothes and chronic
Bank rolls and prophets, shine solar powered
Fine hoes that's 'bout it, long as you keep they nose powdered
Obey street laws, careful what you say
You can play but you might not make it through the day

In the bright lights, the big city
The thieves stay crawlin' at night with eyes shifty
In the bright lights, the big city
The fiends come sortin' the price with nine fifty
In the bright lights, the big city
They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly
In the bright lights, the big city
The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under, I'm used to gettin' over
I'm deep in the middle, indeed the heat sizzle
For the littlest beef, even the seeds keep pistols
Foreigners talk funny, friends they want from me
But all I need is long money and a strong honey
I need it fast, I'm furious like Vin Diesel
I'm lookin' at my plate wit food for ten people

So, do what you gotta do, do what you want to
The blocks hot like a sauna, cops try to pawn you
The fiends trick you, dude behind you wanna get you
On the grind, your best friend'll talk for a figure
Walk wit a nigga, see it, don't talk about it, be it
Don't walk around, then beat it, we all bound to feel it
This ain't the town, so watch your tour
What's goin' down, it's poppin' off

In the bright lights, the big city
The thieves stay crawlin' at night with eyes shifty
In the bright lights, the big city
The fiends come sortin' the price with nine fifty
In the bright lights, the big city
They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly
In the bright lights, the big city
The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty
Gritty

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Starry Eyed Surprise - Lyrics - Shifty

Title: Starry Eyed Surprise
Artist: Shifty
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Andy Gray, Fred Neil, Paul Oakenfold

Lyric:
Hey DJ
Tonight
Stars
Tonight
I'm seeing stars

Tonight
Stars
Tonight
I'm seeing stars

Tonight
Stars
Tonight

Once again, I find myself with my friends
Dancing the night away, it's like the party never ends
Then again we don't want it to stop 'cause tonight's the night
It goes sweat box, laser beams, flashing lights

Wild cards, men from Mars, dressed in stars and stripes
Eclectic electric
Ladies of the evening, drinking booze and mingling
Mashing to the music, I can do anything

Freaky dicky star speckles and pink butterflies
And life is nice, so nice
I walk into a club and I've found paradise
I'm seeing stars, I can't believe my eyes

Oh my, starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise
Dance all night
We're gonna dance all night
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah sugar, dance all night to this DJ

Oh my, starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise
Dance all night
We're gonna dance all night
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah sugar, dance all night to this DJ
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah lover dance all night to this DJ

Now the record spins on the trails we blaze
The walls are closing in but thats okay
Because Ive been waiting all week to feel this way
And it feels so good, so good
I'm on top of the world
The coolest kid in the neighborhood

So let me be your star for one night, that's right
Sweat box, laser beams, flashing lights
You've got to feel the rush, feel the spice of life, love life
Shifty rolls the dice snake eyes surprise

Icing, memorizing, the minds are sick ones
Cause what we are, is victims of fun
Come on, come on, the fun is just begun
Come on the fun is just begun

Oh my, starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise
Dance all night
We're gonna dance all night
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah sugar, dance all night to this DJ

Oh my, starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise
Dance all night
We're gonna dance all night
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah sugar, dance all night to this DJ
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah lover dance all night to this DJ

Hey DJ

Tonight
Stars
Tonight
I'm seeing stars

Tonight
(It goes, ooh la la)
Stars
(I see stars)
Tonight
(I'm seeing stars)
I'm seeing stars
(I'm seeing stars)

(Seeing stars)
Tonight
(I'm seeing stars)
Stars
(Seeing stars)
Tonight
(I'm seeing stars)

Oh my, starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise
Dance all night
We're gonna dance all night
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah sugar, dance all night to this DJ

Oh my starry eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise
Dance all night
We're gonna dance all night
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah sugar, dance all night to this DJ
Dance all night to this DJ
Ah lover dance all night to this DJ

Dance all night

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Jailhouse Rock - Lyrics - ELV1S: 30 #1 Hits - Elvis Presley

Title: Jailhouse Rock
Album: ELV1S: 30 #1 Hits
Artist: Elvis Presley
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller

Lyric:
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was a purple gang

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Number 47 said to number 3
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, Rock, Rock

Sad Sack was sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin' all alone
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake
No one's lookin', now's the chance to make a break"
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

B - Boy 2000 - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: B - Boy 2000
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Binzer, Charlie Lopez, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Lawrence Parker, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams

Lyric:
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
CXT KRS-One, boogie down, Crazy Town

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I wanna block with glocks and brass knuckles
A pocket full of weed and a B-boy belt buckle
Space age rage to rattle your cage
Runnin' amok as we fuck up the stage

Taking hip-hop to a whole new level
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal
Shifty, the rebel, supernatural
A mac with a pull act a fool Excalibur

Destroying MC's with my vocal algebra
We got somethin' new for you
For you to take your ass and move it too
Hit to lose it to, it's that crazy crew

Takin' you on a ride to the other side, check it
Bar codes on freaks programmed for freak mode
Black holes of lost souls let the story be told
Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

If you ever want to know what time it is
Compared to what time it isn't
When you hear KRS in the house
Just run and get our ticket

'Cause when you come into the jam
The party will be kickin'
All the Wic Wacs and DJ's in the house
Jealous, it get so sickenin'

Now CXT are some cool guys
Still gettin' paid without no ties
At least no jack and I can't hack it
When you gonna ask the question why?

I never liked workin' at Mickey D's
All my life I got B's and C's
Down with the crew called BDP
Shifty, E.P.I.C now when you be

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter gather 'round the sound
Yeah, gather 'round the sound
It don't get better, gather 'round the sound
Come on, we gather 'round the sound

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

I roll at light speed through space and time
With a boom box of beats and a book of rhymes
Cosmo kinetic, I just don't get it
These fools want to rock but their rhymes are pathetic

The Epic, digital bliss
The mega sound consists of a hard drive bits
Written under ground, Crazy Town rock so hard
You'll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universe

Ill thoughts disperse we're the first and last
High class, white trash rollin' a classic hover craft
In strange days the wickedest ways
Because the norm but it's far from the norm
When we perform, check it

B-boys make some noise, get connected
Respect it, you should expect the unexpected
B-girl reping at the front of the show
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O

'Cause I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero
I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Dope thoughts come when I hear a kick
Drum a bass beat transforms the level of the street
And the lyrics boulevard status yo, I'm the baddest
Beach front punks they insist I'm the raddest
Thing to hit ever since L.S.D.

Hallucinate while I dominate
I bring Satan to the table
When I rock, there is not a label for it
Critics adore it homicidal as it gets

Your wrist slit when I make suicidal imprints
On your brain, I induce pain, so I'm insane
Hell bent burnt you like acid rain
Extraordinarily, I lyricize specialize

In body rockin' rappin' and mackin'
Two triple O, I came to get down with my clique
Crazy Town we came to get down
Yes, yes y'all we came to get down

I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple O
A space age hip-hop superhero

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

Put you mind over matter, gather 'round the sound
Yeah, 'gather 'round the sound
It don't get better gather 'round the sound
Come on, gather 'round the sound

CXT, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
This is the last trip, this is the last trip
Work, work, work

C'mon, c'mon
Make it hard work

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Lollipop Porn - Lyrics - The Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Lollipop Porn
Album: The Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Nicole Lorenzo, Bret Mazur, Bret Hadley Mazur

Lyric:
Uh, c'mon, one, two, yeah
Ha ha, Crazy Town

Dancing with the Devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on Heaven's door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
I'm your puppet master pushin' proper data

Watch the city steal your soul
As the drugs take control
And the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have known by now that it just don't stop
You like that Rock, Hip-Hop you make me crotch

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

Now over the years I've learned to love the pain
I'm what you call a lady Killer with the gift of game
Triple X true that you do dat, dat
Let it ride bring it back over 24 tracks

We're gonna rock the fuckin' block tonight
We're gonna rock that shit gonna make it right
Diggi, diggi, damn right, we's dynamite
So we can do this or you can do what you like

I grab the mic and make it mine
I grab the mic and make it hype
So we can do this
Or you can do what you like
I got a lollipop porn bitch
A hardcore sex bitch turned, suicidal

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

Riding on the 3rd rail, taking risk, life is risky
The "E" Stands for Epic and The "S" stands for shifty
So let the good times roll, there's no controlling us
Walking on water and kicking up dust
The boisterous, causing panic in the land of lust

The shellshock lollipop Crazy Town to make your body rock
Sugar I love the way your body talks
Now, whoever said that sex was overrated
Love leaves me devastated, life's so fuckin' complicated

Shifty say what, Epic's a beat slut
And I got so many rhymes
I can't keep my mouth shut
Said, I got so many rhymes
I can't keep my mouth shut

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

I got a lollipop porn bitch
(Dead on arrival)
A hardcore sex bitch turned
(Suicidal)

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

All caught up now
Taking my chances playing my song
While the Devil dances 'round me
Beggin' me to play along

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Paranoid - Lyrics - Kyle Riabko

Title: Paranoid
Artist: Kyle Riabko
Composer(s): Kyle Riabko

Lyric:
It takes me an hour
To finish a shower
My mornings are long
I know, it's freaky baby, oh oh

And when I am speaking
My stomach is leaping
I'm scared of myself
You probably think I'm crazy, yeah yeah

Frantic
Shifty eyes
Worried mind
It's a problem

I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
My life is a twister
So bear with me sister
I'm paranoid

I keep myself busy
But my mind is so dizzy
I feel like the world
Is counting on me baby, oh oh

Frantic
Shifty eyes
Worried mind
It's a problem

I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
My life is a twister
So bear with me sister
I'm paranoid

Must be in regression
You think I'd learn my lesson
But more manic depression
Controls me

I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
My life is a twister
So bear with me sister
I'm paranoid

I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid
My life is a twister
So deal with me sister
I'm paranoid, yeah yeah yeah

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Jailhouse Rock - Lyrics - Twisted Sister

Title: Jailhouse Rock
Artist: Twisted Sister
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller

Lyric:
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was a purple gang

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Number 47 said to number 3
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, Rock, Rock

Sad Sack was sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin' all alone
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake
No one's lookin', now's the chance to make a break"
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Jailhouse Rock - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: Jailhouse Rock
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller

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Lyric:
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
The whole rhythm section was a purple gang

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Number 47 said to number 3
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, Rock, Rock

Sad Sack was sittin' on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin' all alone
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake
No one's lookin', now's the chance to make a break"
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks"

Let's rock
Everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock, dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock
Dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Dolly And The Rat Trap - Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc'S

Title: Dolly And The Rat Trap
Artist: Ultramagnetic Mc'S
Composer(s): Trevor Randolph, Keith Matthew Thornton, Maurice Smith, Cedric Miller

Lyric:
Yo, I met this fine motherfuckin' bitch last night man
Pussy taste like strawberries man
I was up in the crib chillin' and spendin' much cash

Yo, I hear you man
Them big shot bitches be perpetrating
And you still be taking a loss
Look at Donald Trump

I know a bitch named Dolly, she live uptown
She got a fly new Benz, kid of Asian brown
Every night she would front and try to flex on the X
For no reason, with that diamond and stud shit

With two other girls, on that glamor and big shit
Walkin' around, at Apollo and Bentley
Sportin' the weave like the Queen of the Centuries
Lookin' for Buster, Holyfield and Tyson

Jordan and Sugar Ray, a cake with icing
Dolly walked in, with a tiger-striped mink coat
Her friend had on some shit, I think it was billy goat
Tryin' to play all and many boogie down brothers out

Regular b-boys, the crew and others out
Steppin' to bar, the first order was champagne
Dolly had a fat ass with Tina and Charmane
Lookin' for tank four on E with no gain

The Benz was outside, parked with no gas
Bitches inside, frontin' hard in first class
Tryin to play the X, like fucked up TV
Lookin' for green to get to Washington D.C.

You give him his car back, money and coat back
Shoes and hat back, the credit you're known for
Hoein' out of state with the big drug dealers
From East to West and only cash money stealer

Charlie got much shit, them bitches are eatin' well
You say to yourself, I'm Al Capone, so what the hell
Damn, I jerked three hundred G's
I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty MC's

And made megabucks but you never did realize
Dolly was shifty with her lips and chinky eyes
Never had a dime but know how to get one
Jerk one take one out for a long ride

With Tina and Charmagne, bums on E side
Lookin' for BM's, Cherokees and Jaguars
Benzes and Audis for the brothers with Jettas
Watch yourself and step away from the rat trap

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Friday, August 20, 2010

8 Minutes To Sunrise - Lyrics - Common

Title: 8 Minutes To Sunrise
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Jill Scott, Andre Harris

Lyric:
Yeah, yo, yo, yo yo, yo, yo
Yo, a touch of jazz y'all, yeah, yeah
[Unverified] y'all, yo they got us on the run, like

8 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left, can't go right
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(C'mon c'mon c'mon)
7 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art of it made it interestin'
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate

Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is payin' me, it'll either cost me or cost him
Told her she shoulda lost him a while ago
(When?)
'Cause dude'll drink a pile of Mo' and defile her yo

I ain't here to start on this nigga, for me to wreck his broad
You could tell what I thought of this nigga
Nickname was Smoke, don't know if that was cause of cigarettes
(Or what?)
Or guns he tote, he called shots on the deck

So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You could see, he think he tough
If that wasn't enough, old girl had his son
This is Wild like the West I'm like Jesse on the run, uhh

6 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(Yo, we got)
5 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

I understand that time is runnin' out, I'm thinkin' of town-skippin'
Got a Chevy but the alternator be trippin'
I'm hittin' rum straight, thinkin' of a route to truncate
The streets is watchin', out is one way I put myself in his Nike's

His position is, "Aight man, somebody bonin' my lady"
Probably snap like Rod-man
My plan was to meet at this bar called the Tiki
(When?)
'Round four, when she was comin' she would beep me

I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized
(Who?)
One of Smoke's guys, to stay out of sight I tried

Told Jill Scott to meet we coulda picked a better spot
On some nobody's supposed to be here, shit like Deborah Cox
Looked at my watch, shit I don't even got a watch
Felt for my glock, dammit I don't even got a glock, yo

4 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gon' get through?
(I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, uh uh)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(C'mon c'mon)
3 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(Do it, do it)

Pressure puh-pressure what? The pressure's cookin'
It ain't good lookin', like a black promoter I'm talkin' bookin'
Not that I'm spooked of dude, I could whup him
But he was on the horn informin' the rest of them hoodlums
(Aight)

Usually I wouldn't fight over a woman, old girl had a sun-shine
was messed up, on Smoke's payroll was one-time
My pager went off, it read one line, "Come get me
From Halsted", I'm thinkin' this is monkey bar, shit

Went to the phone quick, called her, her line was busy
(What happened?)
Situation number nine, got my mind dizzy
Wondered if this plan was designed to get me
I've been drinkin' too strong to be thinkin' too long

Like 40 goin' North I'm doin' 50, headed for the spot
Askin' God to be with me, and lately
She has been actin' shifty
(But what?)
But then it hit me, it hit me
(Hit me, hit me)
It hit me, it hit me
(Hit me)

2 minutes to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh baby now, how we gonna get through?
(Yo, I said I, don't, know)

Can't go left and can't go right and
(Uh uh, nope)
Don't know, how we made it through the night
(Yo, we got)
1 minute to sunrise
Oh baby now, what are we gonna do?
(One one, one ha?)

1 minute, one, one
(We got, we got)
1 minute, one, one
(Ahh shit, we got)

1 minute, one, one
(What we got girl?)
1 minute, now, now
(Baby, com sense on the run)

1 minute, one
(Com sense on the run)
1 minute
(Just got on the run, just got on the run)

Com sense on the run, com sense on the run
Just got on the run, just got on the run
They got us on the run like, they got us on the run

They got us on the yo, they got us on the run
Uhh, yo, they got us on the run
They got us on the yo, they got us on the run
And we out

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Will I Ever Understand You - Lyrics - Count Three And Pray - Berlin

Title: Will I Ever Understand You
Album: Count Three And Pray
Artist: Berlin
Composer(s): John Crawford

Lyric:
Mirror, mirror tell me beware
Coldly revealing all the faces I wear
From a teasing smile for boys on the street
To a shifty glance for eyes looking too deep

Feel the light as it shines so bright
Will I ever understand you?
Reach inside the truth is alive
Will I ever understand you?

Always fighting to find out why
But it seems the answer fades into a white flag sky
Feel the light as it shines so bright
Will I ever understand you?

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Players - Lyrics - Crazytown

Title: Players
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur, Anthony Valli, Bernard Williams

Lyric:
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing

Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing
Players, players only love you when they're playing

No doubt I?m the one your mama warned you about
I?m known for taking ladies home and turning them out
'Cause I've been kissing all the girlies and making them cry
I?m a wise guy with wits, the opposite of shy

Make your girl?s pussy shiver when she looks in my eyes
So uh, one?s for the money, two?s for the honeys
Three?s for the pimp?s players and the playboy bunnies
Best believe I throw down, ain?t no need to slow down

You name the place and the time, find Mr. Shifty at the showdown
Tearing you up, that?s why all the fly girls just can?t get enough
Said I loved you and you believed it was true, that?s hilarious
But your mother should have warned you about guys like us

I freak, freak y?all, yeah, you know what I?m saying
?Cause players only love you when we?re playing

Now players only love you when we?re playing
These women, they will come and they will go
And all you players know just what I?m saying
It?s amazing just how many girls we know

I know it ain?t right but I don?t want to change
I?ve got so many dames, I can?t remember their names
But don?t be confused 'cause girls are players too.
So, we?re going to tell you about a girl we knew

She was a pretty rebel, a punk rock girl
With a wicked sex drive and the mind of a devil
Like Agent 99, under cover all the time
You want another kiss, you better rack another line

Unique in design, this freak was kind of fine
But she?s not the only one, there?s plenty of her kind
Ain?t nothing funny baby, her game?s so tight
She can make the sun shine in the middle of the night

She knows what she wants and she gets it when she wants it
She knows that you want it and she?s got it, so she flaunts it
So, get up on it, you know the old saying
Players only love you when they?re playing

Now players only love you when we?re playing
These women, they will come and they will go
And all you players know just what I?m saying
It?s amazing just how many girls we know

Only the strong survive, I come alive and hit my mark
The after dark player caper, can?t lie, I?m on the take
A heartbreaker tonight, the ladies call me Mr. Right
And others call me a freak, girl, it?s okay if you bite

Some like it violent, Mr. Mysterious type
Strong and silent, King player, I cast a hex
Inebriated talk of sex
(Epic, I?m so into you)

Manipulation, I?m talking triple X rated
Sophisticated, I?m game to elevate your mind
An understated flirt, The chemistry?s hot
You can?t deny, so realize the size of it

I can see it in your eyes, I?d love to touch you, baby
And taste the essence of you, you want to play?
Now, let me hear you scream out my name
Players only love you when they?re playing

Now players only love you when we?re playing
These women, they will come and they will go
And all you players know just what I?m saying
It?s amazing just how many girls we know

Now players only love you when we?re playing
These women, they will come and they will go
And all you players know just what I?m saying
It?s amazing just how many girls we know

I wanna play

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Reckoning - Lyrics - So Much Shouting, So Much Laughing (Live) - Ani Difranco

Title: Reckoning
Album: So Much Shouting, So Much Laughing (Live)
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
You can doubt anything if you think about it long enough
'Cause what happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that
And it's hard to feel like you are free, all you seem to do is referee
I remember when it was just you and me steppin' up to bat

And win or lose, just that we chose, this little war is what kills us
And either or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills us

We thought we left possession behind
The truth is I was yours and you weren't mine
I've replayed a thousand times exactly what was said
'Cause nothing is as it appears in the fun house mirrors of your fears
On a roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head

And win or lose, just that we chose, this little war is what kills us
And either or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills us

And you know I don't care how fast you run
Just tell me, baby, that when you're done with your little marathon
That you still have cab fare home
'Cause the finish line is a shifty thing and what is life if not reckoning?
And baby, you are still the song I sing to myself when I'm alone

And win or lose just that you chose this little war is what kills you
And either or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills you

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Hollywood Babylon - Lyrics - Gift Of Game - Crazytown

Title: Hollywood Babylon
Album: Gift Of Game
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Brooks Binzer, Bret Hadley Mazur, Oswald Priest

Lyric:
If you got an itch to catch some havoc
There's mayhem in the plastic
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks of
People like sheep, those with dreadlocks to jocks with Reebok

Fleeing hard rocks, a La cafe
Bambatta flashy fashion imagine crashing
Bashes with bitches that be bad and
Wishin' for the fame and recognition
They on a mission for tough, baby

We like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep
We got the beats that are hot
We like clinique foundation resonates when I speak
And if by chance, you catch it
Then listen, the wisdom
Epic, open hittin', choking up

You've done it now woken up
Giant scientist of hits that makes you jump like a lunatic
On pogo sticks, waving your fists
So, if you catching a fit, talkin' that shit
I don't really know but you better scram
Hurry in a double

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

B-b-bring it on, bring it on
To each other, to each other
Babylon, Babylon
It's I'm a, It's I'm a Alien, alien
We have a party I'm a in a
Whole word wide style

Live from the city of lights, sunny days and late nights
Dope, designer drugs, porn stars and bar fights
I drop, makes the bells rock, Mr. Shifty Shell shock
Call me the man of the hour in the land of the lost
Taking the money and the power
CXT, we hold our own all eyes on us
Crazy rise rain like brimstone kicking up dust
Grab the mic with a firm hold in a world of shattered goals

Pot holes, broke folks and bank roll
Pole position, daddy rolling, rolling causing havoc
So, ready set, I'm more than set
Like Morissette, to Maverick
Got a, she's got to have it, habit
Sick, I leave them stuck
I'm getting high for a living not giving a fuck

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

The political system, system
What they love will make us the victim, victim
Open up your ears and listen, listen
We living in this condition

I'm screaming out the call of the wild
I'm speaking in tongues
I am the child of the sun
The power of one
I beat the drums of the Crazy Town click
It's the third eye sitting on the tip

Of the pyramid flipped
Now I see a little shotty, illuminatti front
Dead bodies in my trunk
Unravelin' the source
I travel into self, you gauge my wage
And then you try to debate my wealth

The consequences lingerin' and fingerin' the perpetrators
Hey yo, my nature was bred on the cross fader
It's the 7th house, Armageddon trudger
Ready for death, it's the brimstone slugger

It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
The party don't stop, till the mystery's gone
It goes on, I've seen it all, I'll see it again
I shake a lot of hands, but I ain't got a lot of friends
It goes on, on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon

We gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
Whether we gonna touch or we gonna beyond
I gonna burn on, burn on, burn Babylon
And never know who will get gonna stop

Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon
On and on and on and on
Hell raising Hollywood, plenty your money is gone

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Get Money - Lyrics - Junior M.A.F.I.A

Title: Get Money
Artist: Junior M.A.F.I.A
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Sylvia Striplin, Roy Ayers, James Bedford, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
Get money
Get money
Get money

Get money
Get money
Get money

You wanna sip mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with cease a Leo
Pick up my phone say "Poppa not home"
Sex all night mad head in the morn'

Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on sayin' B I G, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby

Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that

Guess you could say you's the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Got hot, you sent feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got

'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said, "I raped her"
Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
My mo-sci-no, my ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was everybody

You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin'
Pay my own bail, commence to kickin'

Lick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was, poppa don't hit me no more
Disrespect my click, my imperial
Fuck around and made her milk box material
You feel me? suckin' , runnin' your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real

Get money
Get money
Get money

Get money
Get money
Get money

Get money
Get money

Betta grab a seat grab on your as this gets deep
Deeper than the of a six feet
Stiff feel sweet in this little petite
Young from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, press to hit it

Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin' than the stick up jooks
Or rather count a million while you eat my
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat

You wanna be my main squeeze
Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave
Blow up spots on because I'm mad

Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed, and start swingin' everywhere
Me shifty now you wanna pistol whip me?
Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine

Yeah what? I ain't got time for this
So what? I'm not tryin' to hear that
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots

Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize"
Is you with me how could you ever deceive me?
But payback's a, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this ain't no flow
Just a little somethin', to let you motherfucker know

Get money
Get money
Get money
...

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Friday, August 13, 2010

You Came Up - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: You Came Up
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Christopher Rios, Victor Santiago, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Yo, what the deal baby? I see ya, awight?
Still not a player but you still a hater
Pun hater, where my horns at?
Where my horns? That's right

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Ay yo, my word is born, long as I'm alive, I'ma put it on
Could'a gone to gee shit, thug nigga, till I'm gone
Where to Bronx I'm flippin', five boroughs thoroughly reppin'
Let's unite the city and step to the world as a weapon

'Cuz everybody's checkin' for Pun, second to none
'Cuz Latins going platinum was destined to come
The inevitable, heavenly better than whatever you do
We eligible, GS's incredibly credible

For the revenue we getting', you open with lyrical dope
And these breaths that are potent is like an injectional dose
And it never quits, take it from TS's top terrorist
Rapper slash hijacker bombin' tracks ever since

I was young, I wasn't always Big Pun
It wasn't always this fun, ay yo, I rose from the slums
I had to pay my due, lay a few but I ain't sayin' who
Stayin' true to the game, no names, playin' it cool, just me and the crew

Holdin' it down long as we 'round
We gonna keep sockin' it to you like Homey the Clown
Goin' down like Pac ready to ride or die nigga
La da la la la la la la

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Ay yo ain't nothin' changed, I'm still the same
The way you remembered me since the centipede
Harder, big blacker back in the seventies
Try to remember me from my aggressive will
The way I kept it real is more important than any record deal

I used to chill on the block with Cuban and Seis
I'm still do but now it's in the blue convertible eight fifty
My true niggaz will always be with me
The shifty kiss me, tell me they miss me, then try to dis me

'Cuz I'm rispy crispy for life, sixties the price
Another fifty for the Cuban twisted in ice
Niggaz is shiest but I psyche 'em out though they like to doubt
I make them all believers once I let the Tyson out

'Cuz I can vouch for only a few, only the crew
From the old school I consider loyally true
I'm morally rude from a fool to a scholar
Follow the rules on how to spot a plotta that's cool for a dollar

I wanna holla at my peeps that's reppin' the streets
Wrestlin' the beast of chest restin' in peace
Blessin' my seeds and watchin' over us 'til I die
I'll align the souls of mine and shine for all of us

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

Pun, you came up, what, what? Makin' it happen
From rappin' on the corner of blocks we going platinum
But when we roll, are you still ready to ride?
Yo, I be ready to ride and I be ready to die

[Incomprehensible]
For ma thug niggas, thug niggas, thug niggas

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Waste Of My Time - Lyrics - Darkhorse - Crazytown

Title: Waste Of My Time
Album: Darkhorse
Artist: Crazytown
Composer(s): Seth Binzer, Craig Heilman, Bret Mazur, Doug Miller, Michael Mikal Raymo, Anthony Valli

Lyric:
She was my heart, my soul, my girl, my life
I want that shit, I'll make that sacrifice
You know I know, you know what's on my mind
I like the sex but we're just wastin' time

No replay's, like "Shifty please stay"
Sick of breakin' up every other week day
And we can't seem to see eye to eye
You even yell when I try to get high

And I can't keep you, you're evil
And all my friends think that I should leave you
It's a stand still that I tried to see through
But your actin' like a bitch so I got to leave you

Oh, I think I've seen this once before
I know the way it ends when you just walk out the front door
Oh, I think I've seen this once before
I know the way it ends when you just walk out the front door

You're just a waste of my time
Waste of my time, waste of my time
Waste of my time, my time

You came, I went, you saw, I fucked, I left
Went neck to neck, but now it's sudden death
Get out my bed, I came to make it mine
Don't want no head, stop all that wastin' time

Oh, I think I've seen this once before
I know the way it ends when you just walk out the front door
Oh, I think I've seen this once before
I know the way it ends when you just walk out the front door

You're just a waste of my time
Waste of my time, waste of my time
Waste of my time, my time

Waste of my time, waste of my time
Waste of my time, waste of my time, my time

I'm mad but, I packed your bags up
Put 'em by the door, you can have that stuff
Story of the whore, and a man's bad luck
But it's all for the best, I guess, next

Now I feel like the man on the moon, like
Staring down on the world lookin' for a new girl
And a new life, and I guess one day
Someday I'ma get it right

Oh, I think I've seen this once before
I know the way it ends when you just walk out the front door
Oh, I think I've seen this once before
I know the way it ends when you just walk out the front door

You're just a waste of my time
Waste of my time, waste of my time
Waste of my time

You're just a waste of my time
Waste of my time, waste of my time
Waste of my time, my time

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad - Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

Title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad
Album: The Coming
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Wayne A. Notise, Jamal Phillips, Marlon King, Roger Mcnair, Keith Murray, George Spivey, Reggie Noble, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall

Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it
Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick
See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off
Gettin' they peeps fucked up 'cause they block is soft

As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin' off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme
I, I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme

Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin' dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin' but the real it's
Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song

I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up, do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome, piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops, I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin' Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until

You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock
Now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
Raw water turn sons to grandaughters

I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin' on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter

Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me, word up
You stupid niggaz always got somethin' smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA

My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere
Yeah yeah
Jump out and get it on right then and there
Whassup? Whassup?
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life
Word up, yeah, fuck your life
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
Fuck your life

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes

Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam, yo, I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein' me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Yo, I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin' sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors

My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked
A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back

For now and forever, it's the evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin' blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin' the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless

Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest lineups
On LSD fine fust in your sinus
Crush like China's, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts

Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin'
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin'

I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin' my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin' off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this, I recommend some
School for the blind by Helen Keller

Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six
So saty tuned

Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek

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