Type - Set The World On Fire - Lyrics - E

Title: Type - Set The World On Fire
Artist: E
Composer(s): Fredrik Ekdahl, Martin Eriksson

Lyric:
So I am what I am, what I feel cannot be wrong
This is the way that I feel and I?m coming on strong
We?re talking hundreds and thousands
With potential to stay but only one with quality
Can turn the loneliness away, com folla mi

One is a wonder
One is a wonder
But only one is a wonder
One is a wonder

Set the world on fire
I?ll do anything to get what I want
Aim even higher
I?ll do anything to be the one

So I?m cruising round the continent to see what I can find
A lot of fangs but I refuse to be a slave to the ground
We?re talking gadda-da-vida, honey now the deed is done
And if you?re in, you?ve got to show me
That you really are the one, com folla mi

One is a wonder
One is a wonder
But only one is a wonder
One is a wonder

(I?m gonna)
Set the world on fire
I?ll do anything to get what I want
(I?m gonna)
Aim even higher
I?ll do anything to be the one

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Shotgun Fire - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Shotgun Fire
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Jim Jones

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Lyric:
Dip-Set, uh
Jones, Capo Status
Dip-Set nigga
You know the streets is what it is nigga
Watch ya step and watch ya moves

Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy
You can see I'm tryin' to lead my democracy
To get money and rip sleeve off of my city
And slow down, then try to breeze through the projects B
And how I speeds in velocity
We came up movin' keys of that knotty B
My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby B
The boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany
In my life you can't see me, not possibly
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes
When we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems
'Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver

Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire
I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up
Didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though
And they came back to my block like riders
But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire
A fast retally, now it's cash we tally
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip
Where they Henny sip
Beef we let the semi rip

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

And yeah we world renowned and I might twirl through town
And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found
How can a pearl be drowned, how can a diamond not shine
Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up dimes all the time
They love my pimp juice, I let my crimps loose
They get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup
Mind fuck her, brain fuck her
Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, shit

She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll have her movin' that work
I mean two of them chirps up in her Dooney and Bourke
So ruthless it hurts, I mean I'm truly bezerk
When I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk
Yeah, a trick and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad bitch
Shit, them bitches mackin', I'm as sick as maggot
But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth
No chips or no cabbage

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

I'm so problematic
And do to servin' Harlem-matics
My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static
Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs
365 all around set every nite
I ain't the passive type
On the benches where I crashed them nites
Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white
Spend days up in court
How I shaved weight to snort
Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the source

Yes, since success it has changed
Since we, stepped up in this game
And stepped up wit' our game
No more chef cuttin' cain
Hoes X'd up in they brain
Lemme sex up in the Range
So much princess cuts in my chains

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

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Fire - Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

Title: Fire
Album: Anarchy
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Valerie Simpson, Nicholas Ashford, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Busta Rhymes, 2000
We got the fire now
Come on

Hey, come on, hey whether it's from all of us
You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress
Gotta get this flawless flow from off my chest
Whose impossible folding impossible flow
I ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so
I make you anticipate great, type shape real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed

Run niggas to the island I pack most
After the gun burst quench my blood thirst
We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse
Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous
And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the fire

All my people in the place, just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot, you got that fire
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that fire

Rock until I'm gone 'till the party's over
And he start turnin' the lights on
Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on
Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on, no, I ain't havin' it
Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate
Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get
Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit
Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it

Now you can distinguish how Afro-English flowin' broke in English
Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin'
Women flawsin' blow the spot often
What, niggas say, what you need to calculate
Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate, marinate
When I give the hustle and carry weight
And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate
It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts

Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce
Connected the raw types of shit
To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake
Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough and pack a rap show
And then let all of my niggas in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the fire

All my people in the place, just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot, you got that fire
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that fire, fire

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Stay Around - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Stay Around
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): George Brown, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Dennis Thomas, Peter N. Phillips, Cynthia Huggins, Talib Kweli

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah, Kweli

Won't you stay around with me?
And please say the rhyme
'Cause these rappers think that
I'm in love with your state of mind

'Cause you a favorite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby, won't you stay around with me?
And let my love, let my love and let my love

Now Kweli, you should rap about this, you should rap about that
Any more suggestions? You in the back, yeah you
You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street
And never ever get your mack on please, how bout you?

I like the way you're melodic it's 'cause you capture hypnotic
Portraits and seem to make the average exotic
Probably unite, I know you getting some love
But you can't spit like a thug
And you a blow, you make a hit for the club, word

I don't like your voice, I don't like your choice of beats
It sounds like it's forced, and what was up with 'Back up offa me'?
I ain't like that, man you should get with Hi-Tek
Now he got nice tracks, them other dudes is type wack

Yeah, people keeping it coming, I keep it bubbling
Like the heat from oven boiling the water and the hate
So they light my fire

I got a mic empire, my own label
I had to emancipate me-me like Mariah
At some point I might retire, on some bullshit
My legacy, horseshit like Mariah's

Illest flow found in the game
Soothing like the sound of the rain
It's the dude profound with the fame
I refusing to be sounding the same

Keeping the verses, deleting the curses
Defeating the purpose when the people go on strike
I'm in the street with the workers
Speaking the words from a pulpit
Like the preachers at churches

Raise my hand, all the teachers get nervous
'Cause they know I air 'em out
And they ain't even really gotta hear me out
Keep it dirty like pigpen, voice in the warrior's head

Like [Incomprehensible]
Clocking like Big Ben, old school slang
Still find a way to innovate
Pete Rock got 'em feeling great, the ladies say

Won't you stay around with me?
And please say the rhyme
'Cause these rappers think that
I'm in love with your state of mind

'Cause you a favorite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby, won't you stay around with me?
And let my love, let my love and let my love

Light the tip of the L, this heavyweight rap tipping the scale
And we never let the system prevail real picturesque, missing the sale
Never that, it's forbidden like the candy sisters lifting the veil
I'm still leading the pack, these cats lacking
Just because you be having a dragon don't mean you got the fire

It ain't nothing to play with, it's sacred
My pen is the paintbrush and dipping in paint plus
Truth, love, joy, anger, hatred and anguish
That's the spectrum of colors I paint with

I don't feast at the banquet
'Cause freedom is the set that I bang with
Listen the conditions in my slum village is tainted
I grew through the pavement
Like the flower the girl drew in the paper
The sky bluer and the [Incomprehensible] save you

The rules of engagement that they use, attitudes of a slave
Man got me stressed out losing my patience
The moves that I'm making across waters
Through contraband that I'm taking across borders
Information never lost in translation

Too many new words to be learned
I'm spitting fire giving third degree burns
Giving them heat stroke, hotter than rocking a P cote
[Incomprehensible], all these rappers super like me so, we go
Back in the days like reminiscing with Pete yo
Ladies welcome to the Kweli show, she goes

Won't you stay around with me?
And please say the rhyme
'Cause these rappers think that
I'm in love with your state of mind

'Cause you a favorite of mine
And I know you on your grind
I don't want to waste your time
But baby, won't you stay around with me?
And let my love, let my love and let my love

Ladies and Gentleman, it's Talib Kweli
Yeah, this Ear Drum y'all
B-b-banging on your ear drum
We got the incredible Pete Rock on the track like

I like that, I like that
I want to give an extra big shout to my man Dave Dart
Holding me down as always and as usual
And his new born son, Cannon, brand new to the world

He's now down with Blacksmith
Blacksmith is the movement
Jean Grae, Strong Arm Steady gang
Talib Kweli, it's what it is, yeah

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My Hood - Lyrics - S.D.E. - Cam'Ron

Title: My Hood
Album: S.D.E.
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Don Blackman, Norman Jesse Whitfield, Barrett Strong, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
You do what you do where you live
I do what I do where I live that's what makes me nigga
And that's just the way it is nigga
Killer, Prease, Vacant Lot, Diplomat
Killer, family nigga, yo, Killer, yo, yo, yo

Where I'm from kids get it hectic but get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dyslexic, take caution money for extortion money
Girl's fate just for abortion money, honey no day you'll play me on
Flip water, nuttin' like Avion, type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby, gone, the way we bond

Cam got ta spray these arms, have you relocate like Kay Re conn?
Crazy don, crazy cons girl, fuck, put they ladies on, me I'll go crazy on?
One chick told me give her a loan, shit, only thing I leave you is alone
Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem
Mom, no good for ya, it's da hood for ya

My hood, hoes, thugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'
My hood, guns, drugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'

Yo, yo, yo, now it's gangs out here, cats pass we flaggin'
Blue and red rags we braggin', look out y'all, here the padon wagon
Cops or punks, hit 'em with the pump, nigga, wanna front
Killer give 'em what they want, roll 'em up in the rug
Dump they body in the trunk, eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her, you want these streets?

Tryin' to get out of 'em, gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold
Where they don't speak English or Espaniol, no, where I go
They don't spit that rap, they say, "Ching chang maka halia"
Yeah, shit like that, get my gat, click my clack, Cam's killin' this
I write for niggas, am I a ventriloquist? Ya feelin' this
Niggas, pump ya krills ta dis be careful, Harlem world will get this

My hood, hoes, thugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'
My hood, guns, drugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'

Yo, yo, yo, cats wanna talk shit, I don't throw back trash at 'em
I come through in a drop top, laugh at 'em, wit the girls behind me
'Bout ta throw a pass at 'em, they with me stupid, now ma
Blast at 'em, cats fire when I'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly
I give 'em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy
Got it for sale and I don't run the crack spot, operation is a jag drop

Rag mop, access with a laptop, one of the have-nots to brick money
Then I came through in the six yummy, ya whole click sick tummy
But be careful, out in this game, buyers, suppliers, yo they wearin' wires
But come up in the world, if I twirl you fry got killed like a bitch hair
Curled and dyed

My hood, hoes, thugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'
My hood, guns, drugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'

My hood, hoes, thugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'
My hood, guns, drugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'

Yo, yo, yo, yo this for every hood, every poverty
My whole NYC Harlem eastside, my cats down in NATL
You win, keep it krump Miami, keep it off the chain
Cat Gatti, I see you in Green Borough, get money

VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole Cali, Westside
LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis
Keep it krump, Detroit, I see everybody, every hood
Every ghetto Everything is a poverty, we love y'all
Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky

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Man By Choice - Lyrics - Kardinal Offishall

Title: Man By Choice
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Jason Harrow

Lyric:
He's got the green timbs with the fat laces
Yo, yeah, checkin' in, nigga
You say why I call you nigga, think about it
You went from what
From an African, straight to a nigger, you know what I'm saying

We traveling over to what, to what
Negro and then we went to what
Then we went to black
And then it like was on some Afro-American stuff
Afro-Canadian what have you, but guess what

Don't matter what you call yourself
It's what they call you behind your back
Nigga, straight up
Straight up and down, you know what I'm sayin'

A yo, walkin' through the uptown, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' down Yonge St., a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' through Flatbush, a black man
(Nigga)
When the revolution comes I got a finger on the trigga

I was born a regular man of the Earth
With a curse to walk like a soldier since birth
My exterior is shaded in by my melanin
Stereotype of my type is a felon

My people cause static
'Cause automatically now a days we fire automatics
Grammatically adequate my people come equipped
With enough lyrics to move battleships
Blood brother ever since the slave ships

It doesn't matter who I am when I walk by
They still see me as a nigga when I walk by
That's okay, this nigga will play the role and come again
And take back the Earth another day

I'm a nigga, baby, we some niggaz, baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

A yo, walkin' through London, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' through Rexdale, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, strollin' through Dectaur as a black man
(Nigga)
Yo, I was born to emcee representin' with the Figurez

I can taste the history livin' in my bones
For the thickness I got a love jones
I like my girls with the nappy dug out, hips and chest buss out
Lips real full, gettin' ready to cuss out

Parasuco gettin' insulated by the structure
Body so powered that the labels be stickin' out in 3-D
We salute the ladies, raped over time pushin' out light babies

The slave masters with the devil in their eye
Saw nothin' but a nigga when you walked by
But you the mother of creation
Let's bring back the family aspect and try to build a strong nation

I'm a nigga, baby, we some niggaz, baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

A yo, walkin' through Chinatown, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' through the projects, a black man
(Nigga)
A yo, walkin' through Africa, a black man
(Nigga)

Some try to disrespect to make themselves look bigger
I am a nigga since birth, a man by choice
Some men act niggerish pushin' Rolls Royces
Thinkin' them toys make a man
While you johnin' them hookers, we tryin' to make a stand

What you believe in?
Chris Rock? Or crack rock?
Soft rock? Or hard rock?
When I talk the whole world rocks

Like the vote, we can change thinkin'
Before you set a float your whole concepts sinkin'
You know I like to see you back that ass up
But before you pass up, you should get your damn class up

Take the hood out your mouth and parle
So we can take back the world right now, today

I'm a nigga baby, we some niggaz baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

I'm a nigga baby, we some niggaz baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

I'm a nigga baby, we some niggaz baby
Some do walk, some do talk, some may buss their glocks
But I'm a nigga for life and a man by choice, nigga

I'm a nigga

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