United Front - Lyrics - Arrested Development

Title: United Front
Artist: Arrested Development
Composer(s): Todd A. Thomas

Lyric:
The great depression everyone is in depression
No one knows exactly what's their role
Totally confused, depressed 'cuz of the news
Watch TV, more bad is what you see

Everyone's lost and were looking for a savior
Everyone's blind and were looking for a leader
We've lost our faith so we need someone to guide us
Right now, it's so easy to be deceived

I'm climbing my soul to reach to newer levels
Reach the mountain top so I can better see
Step back and see the whole mighty picture
Gain control of my destiny

I'm climbing my soul so I can picture a solution
'Cuz once I picture this it can be
I cannot leave my life within this uncertainty
I call on the red, and the black and green
And the black and the green

United we stand, united we fall
United we plan as a united front
United we stand, united we fall
United we plan as a united front

I walk the streets and try to pass energy
Put the gun down, black man give me a pound
Save those rounds for a real confrontation
Understand who you are as a man

Everyone's lost and were looking for a savior
Everyone's blind and were looking for a leader
We've lost our faith and we need someone to guide us
Right now, it's so easy to be deceived

I'm climbing my soul to reach to newer levels
Reach the mountain top so I can better see
Step back and see the whole mighty picture
Gain control of my destiny

I'm climbing my soul so I can picture a solution
'Cuz once I picture this it can be
I cannot leave my life within this uncertainty
I call on the red and the black and green
And the black and the green

United we stand, united we fall
United we plan as a united front
United we stand, united we fall
United we plan as a united front

United we stand, united we fall
United we plan as a united front
United we stand, united we fall
United we plan as a united front

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International Hustler - Lyrics - Freeway

Title: International Hustler
Artist: Freeway
Composer(s): Eriberto Serrano, Leslie Pridgen, K Roberts

Lyric:
Now I go from overseas, back to the block
Freeway, motherfucker, from the the, the Roc
Any day you wanna see my get shot of your strip
Everybody wanna be me, get paid off the block flip

Scripts move and paid off the rappin'
I'm makin' some things happen
You make an attempt to see me then it's clip boom
I'm makin' some things matchin'
I'm froze, stuffy nose, we bounce wit machinery, ahh

Choo, Free sneeze on you faggots
Here the clip drop, reload the semi-automatic
Get popped, then we seize keys like traffic
Box whip, locksmith, move keys through traffic

I'm like Boston, George and Blow
Philadelphia Freeway keep yay from blocks of soap
And y'all local, we international
Grip rounds every time I hit towns

And I hope y'all hear me in London and France
I tote wax down there when I ain't luggin' the cannon
And in Mecca I'm bowin', in Hawaii I'm landin'
On an island, smokin' and thinkin'

I hug blocks in the United States
I cop cribs in Africa, y'all can't relate
I kick box in Bancok, shark in Japan
Play my part, switch vans every time I hitman
And I, pull dimes every time I hit man

Since I'ma little ludicrous international post dude
And I, post up where you can't get man
Make hits with Jigga man, gotta respect dude
Much respect due, disrespect? You tek food

Feed you to the bullets in front of your steps
Pull it in front of your pets
Brains in their bowl, you pet food
Meanwhile I'm tryin' to make MJ moves
Which one? either I fool

Jordan or Jackson but until I get the fortune I'm snappin'
Snatchin', I'll show you how the meat eyes do
Give up weight, when you show 'em what them heaters do
Nigga wait, don't be that rude

You can take weight from anybody
If he think that he that dude
Roc-A-Fella nigga, we that crew
Shake niggas, And 1mixtape niggas, we got moves

And I hope y'all hear me in London and France
I tote wax down there when I ain't luggin' the cannon
And in Mecca I'm bowin', in Hawaii I'm landin'
On an island, smokin' and thinkin'

I hug blocks in the United States
I cop cribs in Africa, y'all can't relate
I kick box in Bancok, shark in Japan
Play my part, switch vans every time I hitman

And the flows sick damn, man
It's a man's world nigga, sit down you girl, niggas
That's why I bring pounds around you girl, niggas
'Case I gotta cock it back and clap on motherfucka, what?
Don't need a pound to sound you girl, niggas

But the pound's loud sound'll drown you mothafucka's ears
Yeah, it's Freeway young scarpper
Say my name wrong, I'll lodge a bullet in your nappy hair
Yeah, it's the flow of the decade
Studio, backwoods, 'dro and the Pepsi do it the best way
I was thirteen, cockin' the tek back, look how the tek spray

Now I dribble down, V-A motherfucka
For schizlle you'll see Free my nizzle
Oh, yeah, don't forget the Way motherfucka
Any stupid motherfucka in my way gettin' crippled

And I hope y'all hear me in London and France
I tote wax down there when I ain't luggin' the cannon
And in Mecca I'm bowin', in Hawaii I'm landin'
On an island, smokin' and thinkin'

I hug blocks in the United States
I cop cribs in Africa, y'all can't relate
I kick box in Bancok, shark in Japan
Play my part, switch vans every time I hitman

And I hope y'all hear me in London and France
I tote wax down there when I ain't luggin' the cannon
And in Mecca I'm bowin', in Hawaii I'm landin'
On an island, smokin' and thinkin'

I hug blocks in the United States
I cop cribs in Africa, y'all can't relate
I kick box in Bancok, shark in Japan
Play my part, switch vans every time I hitman

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Squash All Beef - Lyrics - KRS-One - Krs One

Title: Squash All Beef
Album: KRS-One
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Wayne Henderson, Lawrence Parker, J Kirkland

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Lyric:
Hah, respect
All crew, all massive, everywhere in the world
You practice the art of hip-hop
This goes out to every boy and every girl
Give me relief! I sing

Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing
Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us

Check it
All beef can be squashed if you want it
But instead of forgiveness, ego you flaunt it
Everybody gets into two or three quarrels
Leadin to a squabble, someone will die tomorrow
Life is not a thing you can borrow
All beefs don't have to lead to sorrow
Will ya, go out tomorrow
I think, you should think about the beef you got
And confront your enemy before it gets too hot
Never feel ashamed, to say, "Yo G I'm sorry
I apologize," the object is to stay alive

I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan
And I shouldn't have to run from a black man
I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan
And I shouldn't have to run from a black man

Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing
Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us

He said she said, but she said she didn't
Face gets hit, and then, bullets start spittin'
No one's admittin' to their wrong doing, unfittin'
Revenge we're pursuin, look at what you're doin, listen
Release the calm and that should carry it
Be a mental vegetarian indulge in no beefs, like the
Fish in the aquarium, you'll enjoy it while you're tryin it
There is no seperation between the mind and the environment
Like a bolt of lightning
I'm givin 5000 volts of the occult while I'm writin and recitin'
I've come to enlighten black and white to the meaningless fightin'
Clash of the titans ain't right
And it's wrong so the song reflects
For too long we've been vexed at each other
Every sister, every brother
You've gots ta love one another

I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan
And I shouldn't have to run from a black man
I never ran from the Klu Klux Klan
And I shouldn't have to run from a black man

Yeah
Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us! Check it
Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us! Ha hah
Give me relief! (That's right)
Squash all beef

If I ruled the schools, from pole to pole
The entire judicial system would fold
I would get rid of the books cause they bogus
And in school, Knowledge of Self would be the focus
Kids would flock to the schools like locusts
Cause school now relates to them, and you would notice
Violence in society would be a minimal
Cause the education yeah, would now be metaphysical
Not livin by laws, but livin by principal
If you disobey, the universe gets with you
We would study giving so no one would steal
And we would read each other's magnetic fields
Petty crimes times petty crimes
Equals prison for lifetimes
The universe divided by two
Equals me and you
Me and you, go into the universe once
Or as one united front
But listen up, when I was growin up in hip-hoppin'
We had a thing called Jailhouse Boxin'
That's why I'm still here rockin'
Cause my competition never pulled a Glock in, yeah

Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing
Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us

Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us! I sing
Give me relief! Squash all beef
Don't let these arguments destroy us

Whattup Sadat X?

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Knowledge Of Self - Lyrics - Bt

Title: Knowledge Of Self
Artist: Bt
Composer(s): Brian Transeau, Keith Elam

Lyric:
United we stand

United we stand

Get some, if you want some
Come and get some
If you want some

Yeah, welcome to "The Lounge"
For jump off
Yours truly, Guru
Shut up, my man!

BT on a track
Playin' like that
Comin' at you with the
New jump off, haha
Check this out

If you want some
This base is freakin' it

Aye yo! I'm ready to go
Ready to go, ready to go
Ready to go, ready to go
Let my energy flow

Ready to go, ready to go
Ready to go, ready to go
Let my energy flow

Ready to go
Let my energy flow
Steadily bro
Scaring off the enemy, yo

Progression
While I'm releasing aggression
In this rap profession
I keep other cats guessing

International player
Pure poet
More devoted
But more soul than y'all know it

Voted as a spokesman
For people with dream
Feening my team
Out in front leading the scene

Check this out
Knowledge of self
Check this out
Knowledge of self

Don't they see the world's tired of them?
They're lying again
Got the music dying again, na

Don't they see the world's tired of them?
They're lying again
Got the music dying again, na

Don't they see the world's tired of them?
They're lying again
Got the music dying again, na

Don't they see the world's tired of them?
They're lying again
Got the music dying again, na

I can't let it go down
We can throw down
I'll meet you on the block
And we can have a show down

If you want some
If you want some
If you want some, want some
If you want some

So here we are in these last days
It's grimy and nasty
Refined is my mind
I'm keeping some of my pathways

Jerks always wanna take kindness
For weakness
Revealing secrets
Knowing I be dealing deep shit

It's all good
I'm growing stronger daily
I'm father to babies
I bomb you crazy

Got more knowledge than you can get
From the Internet
I spit wisdom that I get
From introspect

Don't they see the world's tired of them?
They're lying again
Got the music dying again, na

Don't they see the world's tired of them?
They're lying again
Got the music dying again, na

Don't they see the world's tired of them?
They're lying again
Got the music dying again, na

I can't let it go down
We can throw down
I'll meet you on the block
And we can have a show down

If you want some, come and get some
If you want some, come and get some
If you want some, come and get some
If you want some, come and get some

If you want some, come and get some
If you want some, come and get some
If you want some, come and get some
If you want some, come and get some

Want if you want, want want some
Want if you want, want want some
If you want want want some

Want want some some
Knowledge of self
Want some
Want want some some
Knowledge of self
Want some

Want want some some
Knowledge of self
Want some
Want want some some
Knowledge of self

Don't they see the world's tired of them?
They're lying again
Got the music dying again, na

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The Girls Don'T Like The Job - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: The Girls Don'T Like The Job
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Hello, did Cathy come in today or what?
I'm startin' to not, to like, what's she's doin' at me
She's not on time, you know her hair ain't combed
She's not dressed properly

She's always wearin' jeans and this is a company
Where you wear dresses and you look neat and come in
With your briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks, somebody gotta get dropped

Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor, Wall Street Journal analyst
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers

Banking system with my computer wisdom
Immaculate suit, pinstriped, with my shirt and tie
Girls know I'm fly on the A-X-1 new floppy disk
"Hello? There's somebody out there to see you"

No, tell her to call me back
I'm busy with the President of the United States
Discussing more rates on a higher level
Don't give me feedback, I don't need that
Two trips to Costa Rica, I'll be a week back

Before you sign a new act, find out if they wack
Your budget will be low, and you'll be fired, highly retired
I'm the new boss of this company girl
(I want you to fax yourself to China, okay? Do this now)

The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot

The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot

Down at 55 Water Street
Top official always seein' Chemical Bank, Wells Fargo
Bank of America with my fine secretary Erykah
Me and Al Sharpton was talkin' about real estate in Compton

With a loan from General Mills
I would start a new NBA team Baldwin Hills
The Baldwin Hills Spacemen
Lime green uniforms with a orange basketball logo
[Unverified] the group solo, that's right, dolo

With the commissioner of the basketball
Passin' y'all in my ASR Rolls Royce
Y'all can't stop my voice and opinion
Here's a card and my phone extension

Not to mention I ripped up four tickets to the Grammy awards
I had pasta with my new team and my roster
Agents beware, I'm talkin' to Shaq behind the Lakers back
Michael Jordan I'm important, keep tapes recordin'

Buyin' baseball stadiums, talkin' to Joe Morgan
Cincinatti Reds, I'm over your heads
Call my limo Nancy, make it fancy, I'm in a rush
No time for coffee, ice cream from Mr. Softie

Tom Hanks calls the base of Keith in the UK
We sold a lot of Mercedes Benz's
And BMW's to the small starving communities
Even as an import, it's just a regular cab in foreign countries

Materialistic for just the ignorant ones only the United States
I'm goin' to lunch
I'll be right back
(The girls don't like the job)

Cutback on time
Employees research files, tryin' to find my styles
Sippin' on a glass of Sprite
Toni Braxton wanna sing, pride with me tonight

I gotta work late, the office
The kids, the dog
Puppies, groceries, hopin' these things
Get done by the end of the week

I been through the week
Did you book my airline flight assistant Terry?
You'll get no record deal actin' like Neneh Cherry
Back to work don't flirt

Give me them passes to the James Brown concert
Front row seats at least, please don't bother me I need peace
Terry you been late a lot
I hate a lot of those same black pants you wearin' dancin'
Take two days off, I'm goin' to the playoffs

The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot
The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways

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Love Delicatessen - Lyrics - Presidents Of The United States Of America

Title: Love Delicatessen
Artist: Presidents Of The United States Of America
Composer(s): Christopher Weldo Ballew, David Michael Dederer, Jason S Finn

Lyric:
I feel little lowdown and blue
I didn't have what I wanted
That's when I saw the sign outside
The place that promised salvation

I gave the waitress my order
She said it'd be just a minute
I was lookin' at the pies

You know I was hungry
But not for food

At the love delicatessen, oh yeah
I'll meet you at the love delicatessen, oh yeah

Outside the summer sun beat down
On a lusty summer day
Inside the people still had on their shades
They were all in the dark

I heard the bell ring
And my order was up
I could believe the size of the portion
Man my eyes lit up

Here it comes
At the love delicatessen, oh yeah
I'll meet you at the love delicatessen oh yeah, go

At the love, love, love
At the love, love, love

I think I've had my fill
Went to the front counter yo pay the bill
Oh by the way
Give me one of those cherry life savers

And the summer sun beat down
So hard and I was on my way

From the love delicatessen
Love delicatessen, I'll meet you there
I'll meet you there, I'll meet you there today

At the love delicatessen, okay
I'll meet you, meet you at the love delicatessen, oh yeah
I'll meet you at the love delicatessen, okay
I'll meet you, meet you at the love delicatessen today
I'll meet you, meet you at the love delicatessen, okay

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Gotta Go - Lyrics - Agnostic Front

Title: Gotta Go
Artist: Agnostic Front
Composer(s): Vinnie Cappucchio, Jimmy Colette, Rob Kabula, Roger Miret

Lyric:
From the East Coast to the West Coast
Gotta, gotta, gotta go
Two sounds of a revolution
Gotta, gotta, gotta go

In our hearts in our souls
Gotta, gotta, gotta go, oi
United we stand, divided we fall
Gotta, gotta go

Can?t keep touch with you or me
Gotta, gotta go
Need sense of security
Gotta, gotta go

Want to live my life for me
Gotta, gotta go
Why can?t they just let me be?
Gotta, gotta go

Say I?m crazy, just brain dead
Planting thoughts within my head
Can?t believe what I?ve said
What has become of me?
What has become of me?

Don?t believe what you?ve been told
Gotta, gotta go
Never seen no streets paved in gold
Gotta, gotta go

Mindless violence ruined me
Gotta, gotta go
No such thing as something free
Gotta, gotta go

Say I?m crazy, just brain dead
Planting thoughts within my head
Can?t believe what I?ve said
What has become of me?
What has become of me?

I gotta, gotta go, gotta, gotta go
I gotta, gotta go, gotta, gotta go
I gotta, gotta get, out of here
Gotta gotta go, I gotta gotta go

Gotta, gotta go, I gotta, gotta go
I gotta, gotta go I gotta, gotta go
I gotta, gotta get out of here
I gotta, gotta go, I gotta, gotta go
I gotta, gotta get out of here

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Life On The Street - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Life On The Street
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): W Jennings, J Sample

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Lyric:
Mass hysteria, illusion, widespread across the world
Riots are reported in London and the United Nations
Is calling for an emergency meeting

Ayo back in the day I sold hand to hand crack
Escapin' jail all day to get my money back
Starving' so bad that my stomach touched my back
Anywhere that I went yo I didn't know how to act

Oh, his chain is phat, fuck that, snatch that, flash the gat
When really all I wanted to do was rap, one two y'all
I've been preparing for this moment for years so step back
Cla clack take that, catch a heart attack

I am the illest MC on the streets today
But fans say wack rappers shouldn't come my way
But I say I destroy crews like an AK
Well okay, please explain why you talk this way

'Cause you can sell a million records and be wack, word up
You can have mad skills and don't sell jack
It got my brain racin', heart pacin', fightin' incarceration
On the internet in front of the whole nation

In front of the judge with a grudge and no budge
And no love, that's how it is when you a thug
If push comes to shove I rise above
And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Me and my peeps on the creep, deep like sleep
Hip in heat in the seat of the jeep
The more I try to get out, the more I realize I can't
So I roll with the beat and sing the war chant

The power and the struggle in the concrete jungle
And the troubles in the rubbles of the brothers on the bubble
And yeah I heard your story, you fuckin' niggas bore me
On how you goin' out in the blaze of glory

You ask Joe, you sad as John Doe
You can fool some heads but the real niggas know, word up
Niggas try to get on the mic with no skills
I got one question for you, how that shit feel?

You feel you keepin' it real but you fake as a three dollar bill
My grandmother got more skill
My man A+ put the bug in my ear
But don't make me open that door and have to go there
Because

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

Truthfully, I went from havin' nothing to eat, to eatin' a feast
I went from chillin' on the streets to livin' in phat suites
I went from a twenty four hour a day crime wave
To workin' in the studio with E gettin' paid

And it ain't no mystery people know the history behind me
And if you don't ask somebody on the street
But Murray never worry, the girls love me very
Make a hit record quick fast in a hurry

Total captivation, domination with conversation
That'll be talked about by the younger generation
Remedial MCs always implement violence
That's because they ain't got no talent

So I suggest you rest and learn about the heart in your chest
Nevertheless, fuck who's bein' the best
More small rappers unite for world peace, word up
And take back our streets, yo

Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away
Oh, street life, there's a thousand parts to play
Street life, until you play your life away, oh

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Paisley Darts - Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Title: Paisley Darts
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Ames, Levar Coppin, Theo Bailey, Clifford Smith, Delano Matthews, Bobby Miller, Darryl Hill, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo

Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three whores
Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws
They skin tone is coffee and milk, mixed up
Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up

Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet
Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rock stars
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars

And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese

Life's a B, Bentley and big bills
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
Karate, black belt and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue

We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban link niggaz is the realest

Let my wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas
Based on money, dummies will die
It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy

Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just lose
Paid a lot of paper to live here
American gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear

You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is
We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits
Based on a general's fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry

Let me show you how I G ride, Nina on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret
Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck

Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less
Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing

Known for drug dealing, stack thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
At any time I could move up out this
And go and cop some shit up in the mountains

Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting more cream than a toll booth
I grind daily, patriotic like Tom Brady
I'm the bomb, baby, 'cuz what I write is beyond crazy

I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, Mac Palmer
Call me Arab Diesel 'cuz I'm a track bomber
Roger that, my niggaz ain't got it cracked
All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottle caps

While you on the block getting indicted, we island hopping
Globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United
There's a party over here and everybody's invited
The headliners is Theodore and everybody's excited

Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the block
The task force coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops

It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6, ooh
Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too
Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes

Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living
That's a given, like football players love white women
White linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em
Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em, shit

Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, I pass the mic to Cap, nah, I pass it back
Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack
So knick knack patty wack, this is how we do it black
Slap you with the almanac where actual facts is sold as facts

We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones
Traveling across the world while we smoking the bone
We all here grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too

Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney
We'll fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony

Trying to get this money, right homey
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the dome piece
Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece
Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef

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Get Retarded - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Get Retarded
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Salaam Remi, Marlon Williams, V Tenort, Arthur Ross, Germaine Willimas, Lawrence Gooden, Leon Ware, Marvin Gaye, M Hall

Lyric:
I want to
G-g-get retarded
G-g-get retarded
Get re-get re-get retarded
G-g-get retarded
I want to
G-g-get retarded

Yo, niggaz is phony frontin' like they master of ceremonies
None of you suckers are even remotely close to me
To be nice I sacrifice things like no sleep
I keep a library of lyrics on microfiche
Creating concepts so deep, niggaz quote me
They rewind and interpret my rhymes to they homies
I did things beyond your flows, eons ago
It's inevitable in ninety-eight I'ma blow

Ever since eighty-four, I've been in it to win it
But see back then we used to battle by spinnin' on the cement
You can't even absorb the rhymes I record
Or resolve the deep laws of the physics involved
I travel to the end of the universe and beyond
Parsecs, out of range from a cellular starter
From the galaxy of Andromeda, I puzzle niggaz
Like crop circles and other unexplained phenomena

Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage
(G-g-get retarded)
You spineless, rhyme less, niggaz is heartless
(Get re-get re-get retarded)
Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished
(G-g-get retarded)
So I
(I want to)
(G-g-get retarded)

Aiyyo, all I really want is you niggaz to stop bitin'
All I really want is you niggaz to start writin'
All I really want is you niggaz to be original
And start spittin' some lyrical shit that I can listen to
You haven't written the perfect rhyme yet
You don't even know the sequences to the human genome project
You haven't come to terms with your god yet
And you refuse to believe in unidentified flyin' objects

When I bomb shit, I get retarded, probably more than you bargained
I'm talkin' about rippin' mic off your arm shit
Hype shit, blow up a mic shit, you might get
Beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nighstick
To the British, I'm Ghandi
To the Japanese I'm an American pilot flyin' over Nagasaki
To the AIDS patient I'm your last antibody
Sittin' and waitin' for a cure from modern biology

Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage
(G-g-get retarded)
You spineless, rhyme less, niggaz is heartless
(Get re-get re-get retarded)
Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished
(G-g-get retarded)
So I
(I want to)
(G-g-get retarded)

Yo I be lookin' directly into the human eye to see if you pussy
And completely ruin your ability to lie to me
I pull a nine on a bully, cock back the cannon
God damnit, I don't think you fully understand it
Ask nine out of ten niggaz on the planet
Who the best is, the question'll go unanswered
Till I step up, to the front line with rhymes
Revin my engines like they were powered by lemans

Murderin' niggaz with lyrics manufactured within
My dna's double-helix, I leave you in troubled spirits
I'm absolutely the purest, breed of MC
From the United States of America to Europe I deserve it
However you wanna word it, I'm perfect
Touch my microphone on accident and get murdered on purpose
Motherfucker
(I want to)
(G-g-get retarded)

Aiyyo, nine out of ten of these rap artists is garbage
(G-g-get retarded)
You spineless, rhyme less, niggaz is heartless
(Get re-get re-get retarded)
Aiyyo, I came to see that hip-hop is never tarnished
(G-g-get retarded)
So I
(I want to)
(G-g-get retarded)

G-g-get retarded
Get re-get re-get retarded
G-g-get retarded
G-g-get retarded

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Mo' Thug Family Tree - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mo' Thug Family Tree
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Anthony Henderson, Stanley Howse, Steven Howse, Byron Mccane, Tim Middleton, Charles Scruggs

Lyric:
Yeah, come on, come on, come on
This is my family, this is my family, my family
Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music
Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along

It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug
(Sing along, sing along)
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug
(Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along)
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug

My family, oh, it means so much to me
Everywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate and that's for sure
My family tree recruited on this thugsta groove
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

I love my family, this Mo Thug family
You mean the world to me, heaven's where we gonna be
Together, together we stand
Together we fall, y'all, I never turn my back on y'all
(Mo Thug)
I got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, y'all

Come and look at this world that's ever so cruel
But the good Lord blessed us
Gave me true family I can depend on
500 Benz with the Synchro rims on

Now I can get off when the wind blow
But I'd like to thank You, Jesus Christ
For givin' for givin' up Your life for us
Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice

Advice from a thug, tell mommy
I love her everyday, think of her
Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line
Hear the thunder grind off in my mind

We done partied overtime.
Destruction, terror, oh what an era
Let's get it together 'fore it's over
Be a soldier like my Mo Thug family

They never ever turned their backs on me
(Backs on me)
When I was down, my Mo Thugs is always around
And if there comes a time to pick or choose
(Pick or choose)

My Mo Thugs won't never lose
(Don't ya know your gonna lose)
We are the thugs, yeah, we be those children
(Gotta be that child)
We gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin'
(Gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah)

You know who I be, once again, comin' at you
It's Jhaz
(Jhaz)
Megablast, top class, black Jag, cream rag
Playa, better check your hand, look out for the New Breed

Females comin' for ya, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep
'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a daily basis
Smiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status

Yeah, yeah, my family, yeah, my family, Mo Thug
(It's my family Mo Thug)
Tell me who the coldest, the playa you know?
(The coldest)
I know for sure, sure, rollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo
(Rollin')

You'll fall, gotta go, 'cause we survivin' these remainin' years
When the smoke clears, no fear, no tears, no tears
(No, no fear)

When there's a problem I can't solve
My family gets involved
We've been here through thick and thin
On my thugs I can depend

Been down from the getty go, since any a you
Can you feel me though?
Mo Thug takin' over from the north to west
Wanna test? Better come prepared

With your Smith and Wesson, now learn the lesson
Stop stressin', be true to the game
Mo Thug runnin' everythang
Everythang, everythang

We are soldiers, now, we want to thank you
For the time you've took to listen to our funky groove

I guess if it was not for them blessings
Weak evil thought would control my whole existence
We preach and speak true belief from
But then this family tree would fall
Crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah

Can't duck, can't run from the cut
Back up the wasteland field, peel for mine
The deal, how the click be real with it
My family tree standin' strong

Natural born in the world of madness
No gladness, leave a nigga insane
Gotta change my way 'fore the darkest day
Clickin' tight till the end with the gang

Come on, come on and swing this way
(Swing this way)
It got to be harmony, evil'll be done, wicked erased, erased.
Humbly united gatherin' souls understood
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own

Hold on, I bet ya we'll never go wrong
If we stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya
He, who gets conflict, must just be weak
It's gettin' clearer and clearer
(And clearer)

Enemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it
If we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now
Amen, amen, bless the Mo Thug children
And could You watch over mine for me?

Get up, get pumped, do what
Ya want just don't insult my game
Nigga, this is a family thang
Till I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same

You look out for me, I look out for you
This is what you do to unite your trues

It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug

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Brother 52 - Lyrics - Fish

Title: Brother 52
Artist: Fish
Composer(s): Derek William Dick, Steven John Wilson

Lyric:
Tattoo Shop,
Hi, Doc
Hey Fish, what are you doin'?
If you don't mind we're gonna record this
Is that cool?

Oh, that's cooler 'n hell
Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man
You know his biggest dream was
Me and him go party with you

On the trail of torn out twisters
Two angels on a mission came
Dust devils danced before them
In the path of the hurricane

On the road to Oklahoma
Through the flatlands from L.A.
From the shadows in the valley
From a country where the lizards play

While they drove they kept the radio on
Why don't you sing along, sing along, sing along?

Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
I don't think so

A man stands behind his shadow
A man stands behind his words
These men are together with family
To defend their rights in another man's world

Most people stood against them
Most people disagreed
With the need for all those weapons
In our safe, secure society

Paint the words and the pictures on another man's skin
We are lovers, warriors, magician kings

Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52

Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Well, I don't think so, don't think so

Fuckin' brilliant, man
Okay, here's what happened

52 barred the door shut from the inside
A gunfight started on the front porch
52 shot back

You know they come into his home with it
So he's protecting himself
The guy inside the house blew his brains out

Yeah, they made it look like he killed himself
But no one believes he would
'Cause he's not that kind of man, that's all

I think, he wasn't afraid of death
You know, he believed in something to die for
That's what he did

Some say he had it coming
Others say he was sole to blame
But who says they've got the rights
If any at all to blow the brothers away

A man got a right to wonder
A man got a right to dream
Without looking over his shoulder
To choose the manner of the life he leads

One man's thoughts on another man's skin
We are lovers, warriors, magician kings

Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
Well, I don't think so

Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
We don't think so

Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, Brother 52
I don't think so

What they have done
Was they've come in and murdered him
For his bombs and his ammunition

Just like that Waco Texas
Or any of these other things
Over here in the United States

Anybody that's stockpiling firearms and ammunitions
Is a threat to the government
So the government wages war against us

They tortured him, he went out
But I'm sure he stood up
Like he was supposed to, you know?

They smashed all the rings
Shut on his fingers with a hammer
It was all an orchestrated plan, man

The more the closer I was getting to it to the truth
The more they got everybody looking at me
As being the guy that pulled the trigger

And what they did when they killed 52
Is they broke the whole family up
That's exactly what they wanted to do
They wanted to break all of us up

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Out For Fame - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Out For Fame
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
Yo right here, right here
It's right through the fence, right through the fence
Jump
Yeah right there, right there
That's the 2's and the 5's
Joe gimme that, the fat, the fat cap, fat cap
Yeah
Aight
Aight, let's do it now, let's do it now
Yeah yeah
Nah gi-gimme the other cap, gimme the other one
Yeah right there
Front Page Entertainment Group
Yeah

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"Writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall" "
I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Hah! Hahahaha
All graffiti artists hold tight, hooo
All graffiti artists hold tight, word
Check check check it out y'all
Check check check check check it out y'all

I got twenty-five cans in my knapsack, crossin out the wick-wack
Puttin up my name with a fat cap
Suckers that want to be in my face I just slap that
Big respect to Artifacts, Fat Joey Crack and
Mack and, Bio, and Brim come again
With B.G. 183, recognize me
With the mad colors, I'm a fiend for spraypaint
Laugh if you wanna, I really care if you ain't
Cause you don't me see, and I don't know you
But I do know Cope2, he be gettin walls too
It's the underground community of what we call writers
Worldwide burners, gettin hotter gettin brighter
Whattup Nicer, whattup Razor, whattup Chino
Masta Ase in the place, you know we know
My man Rican, my man Zorro, taught me how to draw
In the yards of the 5 train and the 4
So when I'm on tour I represent the hardcore
I'm taggin up your blackbook sure, I'm out for the fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"Writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Yeah, check it out check it out check it out one time
Hip-hop music in effect one time

When I was growin up, I had no butcher baker candlestick maker
I had rubbing alcohol and carbon paper
Yeah, carbon paper and a blackboard eraser
Got me chased in the bus yards, with Rican and Nazer
Historically speakin, cause people be dissin
The first graffiti artists in the world were the Egyptians
Writing on the walls, mixing characters with letters
To tell the graphic story about their life, however
Today we do the same thing, with how we rap and draw
We call it hardcore, they call it breakin the law
There used to be a time when rap music was illegal
The cops would come and break up every party when they see you
But now the rap music's making money for the corporate
It's acceptable to flaunt it, now everybody's on it
Graffiti isn't corporate so it gets no respect
Hasn't made a billion dollars for some corporation yet, so
In the name of Phase2, Stay High, Pre-streets
Grab your cans and hit the streets, I'm out for fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Yeah, hip-hop culture in the house one time
All graffiti artists in the house one time
Yeah
Biggin up the other side things here y'all
The visual, not your video (check it out)

I'm livin in the city, inner city not a farm
Steady bombin til I get fatigue in my arm
Watchin for the beast cause many artists they shot em
And beat em in the yards, while doin a top to bottom
So pass me a can, not of Old Gold
But full blue, sky blue, watch me unfold
With the cold burner, of names you mighta heard of
Like Fab 5 Freddy, Sam Sever
Word to the wise, Futura 2000 recognize
Nation of creation, G Man come alive
Checkin out Revolt and Zephyr
My man Easy, and Rembrandt, Mitch 77
Oh no with the paint we can never dilly-dally
Big up and respect to Con Art in Cali
The Soul Artists, The Rebels, The Rascals, 3YB
United Artists, TAT and Dondi
Yes the other side of hip-hop is representin the visual
Toys we be dissin you, I'm out for fame

"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
"I'm writin my name, in graffiti on the wall"
Hip-hop in the house one time
Video graf in the house one time
All graffiti artists in the house dig the rhyme
Put up your nine, put up your nine, yeah

Fresh for nineteen-ninety-five
You SUCKERS

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Kenji - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Kenji
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
My father came from Japan in 1905
He was, 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He, he, he worked until he was able to buy this patch
And build a store

Let me, tell you the story in the form of a dream
I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it means
Close your eyes, just picture the scene
As I paint it for you, it was World War II
When this man named Kenji woke up
Ken was not a soldier
He was just a man, with a family, who owned a store in L.A.

That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids
He lived on the second floor of a little store, he ran
He moved to L.A. from Japan
They called him 'Immigrant'
In Japanese, he'd say, he was called, Esay
That meant 'First generation in the United States'

When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat
His world went black 'cause
Right there, front page news, three weeks before 1942
"Pearl Harbour's been bombed and the Japs are comin'"

Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin'
Ken knew what it would lead to
Just like he guessed, the President said
"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away"
They gave Ken, a couple of days
To get his whole life packed in two bags
Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes

Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in
So two trash bags, was all they gave them
When the kids asked mum, "Where are we goin'?"
Nobody even knew, what to say to them
Ken didn't wanna lie, he said, "The US is lookin' for spies
So we have to live in a place called Mandinar
Where a lot of Japanese people are"

Stop it, don't look at the gunmen
You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin'
If you gonna run or not,
'Cause if you run then you might get shot
Other than that, try not to think about it
Try not to worry 'bout it bein' so crowded
Someday, we'll get out, someday, someday

As soon as war broke out
The G.I. came and they just come to the house
And you have to come all the Japanese have to go
They took Mr.Lee, people didn't understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he's an innocent labor

So now, they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them
Every day, every night, look down at them
From watch towers up on the wall
Ken couldn't really hate them at all
They were just doin' their job and
He wasn't gonna make any problems

He had a little garden, with vegetables and fruits that
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved
Prisoners of war in their own damn country, what for?
Time passed in the prison town

He wanted them to live it down when they were free
The only way out was, joinin' the army
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on
And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast
Two cities were blown to bits, the end of the war came quick

Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife
But, when they got back to their home
What they saw made them feel so alone
These people had trashed every room
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors
Written on the walls and the floor 'Japs not welcome anymore'

And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside
He, looked at his wife without words to say
She looked back at him, wiped the tears away
And, said, "Someday, we'll be okay, someday"
Now, the names have been changed, but the story's true
My family was locked up back in '42
My family was there it was dark and damp
And they called it, an internment camp

When we first got back from camp, uhh
It was pretty, pretty bad, I, I remember my husband said
"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"
Then my husband died before they close the camp

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My People - Lyrics - The Art of Love and War - Angie Stone

Title: My People
Album: The Art of Love and War
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Angie Stone, J. Ingram, Idris Elba, Edward Ellington

Lyric:
My people!
Yeah!
My people!
Yeah!

The foundation of the United States
Rests on the sweat of my people
Every enemy of the USA
Has had to face my people on the front lines

People, my people are dyin?
And we see it all the time
Don?t know where our future would be
If he?s not here, how do we stay strong?

Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

People, my people, keep striving
There?s a greater master plan
We need to know our history
We were kings and queens of the greatest dynasty

Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

Who are my people? Dr. Vernon Johns
Dr. Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks
Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X
Bishop Desmond Tutu, Mohammad Ali
Sydney Poitier, Quincy Jones

Colin Powell, Oprah Winfrey
Barrack Obama, Spike Lee
Michael Jordan, Venus and Serena Williams
Tiger Woods, The Rutgers Women?s Basketball Team
We are my people, we are the future

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

Harriet Tubman, Shirley Caesar
Miss Jane Pittman, Juanita Bynum
Maya Angelou, Bishop T.D. Jakes
Madam C.J. Walker, Bishop Noel Jones

Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott
Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant
Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor
Lena Horn, Samuel Jackson
Nancy Wilson, Magic Johnson
Mahalia Jackson, Smokey Robinson

Sugar Ray Robinson, Nikki Giovanni
Adam Clayton Powell, Afeni Shakur
The Funk Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls

Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington, Coretta Scott King
Morgan Freeman, Angela Davis
James Earl Jones, Nat King Cole

Curtis Mayfield, Bob Johnson
Marvin Gaye, Johnnie Cochran
Berry Gordy, Nat Turner
Michael Jackson, Bill Cosby
Cuba Gooding Jr., Dick Gregory
Chris Tucker, Langston Hughes

Reverend Al Sharpton, Katherine Dandrige
Jesse Jackson, Debbie Allen
Woo! Gregory Hines
Benjamin Zephaniah, Robert Pelé
Kofi Annan, Luther Vandross

Tyler Perry, Wynton Marsalis
Zadie Smith, Charles White
Pele, Romare Bearden
Robert Mugambi, Gordon Parks
Omar, John McLean

Mariam Makeba, Susan Taylor
Soul II Soul, Tom Bail
Antwan Fuqua, Damien Marley
Trevor McDonald, The Black Stars
Angie Stone, Count Basie
Duke Ellington, Jackie Robinson

Bill Clinton, that?s right I said it
Y?all know that was the first black man in the White House

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Run For Cover - Lyrics - Flipmode Squad

Title: Run For Cover
Artist: Flipmode Squad
Composer(s): Leroy Jones, Wayne Anthony Notise, William Lewis, Kaseem Dean, Roger Mcnair, Rashia Fisher, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Yeah, niggas want to talk shit in the muthafucking room
I got something for your motherfucking ass, check it out

Rampage I'm coming express through your chest
In the Lex-GS, stop talking BS
My watch is still flooded, 850 for the budget

I'm Rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then stab
Send their rusty ass friend to the lab
You's a crab, I take mines off the top like Fab

Hit you with a jab for the 98
Number one in billboard with the triangle shape
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape
Rampage Alexander the great

What?
Better run for cover for it's too late
What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
What?

Now whose the chick to come ice the cake
Put it through everybody on my license plate
(Aight)
Ripping Mc's then got a rap chick fiending
(Fiending)
Celine type creaming
(Creaming)

Make them rappers poof like them crackers did Keenen
Meaning I run that, waiting on mine like I'm the LL comeback
Wack rappers crawled out from holes
Now you souped 'cuz you slithered up the todem pole

Flipmode Squad affiliate of of Time-Warner
Send all you punks back to decorate the corner

Better run for cover for it's too late
What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
What?

Now Baby Sham take the safety off hold

There's alot of fake cats that jump in their mans Rolls
Come to my show with these fake wallos
Turqoise hid invoiced with plans to blow

See me backstage with the gauge upholds my pantsleg
Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase
Life negotiate so when I split these pies

I'm sexing your dime, flow for flow batteling rhymes
Talking some crime
Now I gotta split your time
(What? What?)
Get your shit pushed back like these seats recline
(Yeah)

Better run for cover for it's too late
What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
What?

Sliff Star throw on my scully tipping my brim
(Uh, huh)
Stand on the street corner scuffing up my timbs
Take off my jacket
Pack the four fith 'cause a racket
(Thats right)

Freaky fella, Jimmy swaggert
(Wha?)
Kill a sucka
Brothers had it
(Ha)

Contradiction, Crucifiction
False leadership Richard Nixon
Bouncing and switching the lanes all up in the Range
Here's a fifty for twenty dollars of gas gimme my change

Better run for cover for it's too late
What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
What?

Better run for cover for it's too late
What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
What?

Hey, it's the worlds famous international, sinner irational
(Ha)
Nigga who dance with wolves, masterful bash skulls
Crack axles peel out in black fords
Splatter brains on dashports, start anthrax wars

See's cast like task force die on a cross
(Ha)
July 4th blow your hands off
(Blaaoow)
Special delivery
Jam 'cause with ghetto misery
When I'm killabrese of canine
Last name heard it through the grapevine

Killing your blood millineum bug
United States divide with hate crimes
Roll snake eyes, in the concrete jungle of hell
While Lord have stays, super like the son of Jorel

What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
What?
Better run for cover for it's too late
What?
You know we got it locked way out of state
What?

I be the last nigga, the quick to bust your ass niggas
Do anything in this world to get the cash niggas
I might even get mad and even slash niggas
Rob them and get away in a car and crash niggas

What's the world gonna do when I drop the smash nigga?
Iron all in your face don't make me pull the trigga
Another reason for me to have to poor my own swigga

Thought I was posing for word up but a Fed took my picture
Surgeon general I represent the underneath
The ask for shit beef, the worlds greatest fucking thief
Brick layer hardcore smash your front teeth

Wilding it straight, giving their mother mad grief
Rob a nigga strip him down leave him in his briefs
Do so much dirt, the priest asked me to turn another leaf
Made the priest flip change his whole belief
Started wilding in the club with them niggas starting beef, act fool

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