What'S Become Of The Baby - Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Title: What'S Become Of The Baby
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Philip Lesh, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
The rainbow winged singing birds fly 'round the sun
Sun bells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn

What's become of the baby this cold December morning?

Songbirds frozen in their flight
Drifting to the earth, remnants of forgotten dreaming
Dawning answer comes there none
Go to sleep you child, dream of never ending always

Panes of crystal ice sparkle like waterfalls
Lighting the polished ice caverns of the dawn
But where in the looking glass fields of illusion
Wandered the child who was perfect as dawn

What's become of the baby this cold December morning?
What's become of the baby this cold December morning?

Racing in rhythms of the sun
All the world revolves captured in the eye of woman
Allah, where are you now?
All eyes are blinded by the sparkling waters

Scheherazade gathering stories to tell
From [Incomprehensible] gold fantasy petals that fall
But where is the childhood who played with the sunshines
And chased the cloud shape to the regions of mind?

Standing stream cries the south wind
Lost in the regions of [Incomprehensible]
Shadow like chains of illusion, delusions of living and dead

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Fly Together - Lyrics - Trey Day - Trey Songz

Title: Fly Together
Album: Trey Day
Artist: Trey Songz
Composer(s): Jimmy Jones, Tremaine Neverson, Eric Hudson

Lyric:
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly

I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly

Maybe it's the dude, maybe it's the cool
Maybe it's my shoes, call 'em 22's
Baby, it's your waist, baby, it's your face
Baby, it's your smile, make me wonder how you taste

Maybe 'coz the thugs say that I'm cool
Maybe 'coz the girls wanna be like you
Maybe it's the ice that made you look twice
Maybe it's your back that made me look back

Baby, I look good with you
You should know that you look good with me too
Let me ride through the hood with you
And show you to my boys 'coz ooh, ooh, you

You so fly, I'm so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together, oh, girl

I'm so fly, you so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together

Maybe take a cruise, sail across seas
We could never lose, baby, not we
We could be the two, the life of the party
Baby, what it do? You know that you want me

Maybe is the feel that I like you
Got a nigga feel he gon' wife you
Maybe it's the fit that made me look slick
Baby, you the pick, I make you my chick

Baby, I look good with you
You should know that you look good with me too
Let me ride through the hood with you
And show you to my boys 'coz ooh, ooh you

You so fly, I'm so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together, oh, girl

I'm so fly, you so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together

Baby, don't, don't you take too long
I want you in my arms
And if you feel what I feel, bring it here to me

C'mon, see we young but, girl, we grown
And baby, I wanna grow old
With you 'coz you know that you so

Well, maybe it's your attitude that makes me a lil' mad at you
The same time the gratitude make me wanna spend cash on you
Take you on trips ?cross the longitude and latitude
Let you hold the whip, last time we almost crashed the Coupe

So I laughed at you 'coz we was drunk pissy
It was two summers ago and you still wanna wed me
Or maybe it's the loyalty, the way that you call on me
When we makin' love and you scream, "Put it all on me"

Or maybe my physique and my upcomin' from the streets
It keeps you runnin' back and got you cummin' in the sheets
From the first time I met you, you?ve become a lil' freak
I might go downtown and get somethin' to eat

And baby, you take care of me, baby, I'll take care of you
You cry, I cry, baby, I shed tears for two
Baby, if that 7 carat didn't cost 300 grand
I wouldn't have to tell you put some ice on your hand, just jokin'

You so fly, I'm so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together, oh, girl

I'm so fly, you so fly
What's mo' fly than you and I together
Get high, let's fly together

I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly
I'm so, you so, we so fly

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Passion - Lyrics - R.U.L.E. - Ja Rule

Title: Passion
Album: R.U.L.E.
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Kendred T Smith, Jeffrey B Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo

Lyric:
I know y'all love me, let's go

Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Lookin' through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth an' now I know

Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there
When it got heavy, I held it, you were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there

I know you love me
But I'm still waitin' for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin', this ain't all for nothin'
The talent is passion of mine, I'm sick of sufferin'
I know Your plans is greater than mine, so I'm askin'

Why do You want me dead or alive?
An' how could You let the people see me through the enemy's eyes?
Like jealousy, envy, Feds wanna convict Gotti
I'm thinkin', "Probably we was gettin' too much money"

Too many niggaz in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggaz doin' somethin'
An' after overall assumptions, or it's all or nothin'
Ain't nothin' stoppin' the second comin' except the coffin

I may be encased, but even from there I still touch 'em
Niggaz ain't promised tomorrow, that's why we still hustle
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear

Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Lookin' through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth an' now I know

Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there
When it got heavy, I held it, you were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there

I know you love me
But what's love when your friends become enemies
Your nightmares are no longer your worst dreams
An' as bad as everythin' seems
Keep hustlin', we gon' get it by any means

How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Makin' it hard for us to eat an' breathe an' live
An' they swear they got niggaz that's informin' them

They've been handin' down indictments for about a year
An' they send nobody to jail yet, we still in the clear
An' the Bible that said, "Thou shall not fear no man but God"
Whoever said that ain't never faced the law

And why all this fake probe is goin' on?
I'm fightin' niggaz, swingin' back against the wall
That's for my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear

Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Lookin' through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth an' now I know

Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there
When it got heavy, I held it, you were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there

I know you love me
How could you hate me? Why would the Lord forsake me?
Put the weight of the world on my shoulders
I'm thinkin' I could brush it off an' nobody notice
Keep raisin' my kids, Britney, Jeffry an' Jordan

Keep coppin' new whips, Bentleys, Benzs an' Porshes
My niggaz an' my fans is the only thing of importance
It's crazy how the world turns
Sometimes you gotta light up an' let it burn

Sweep up your ashes, put 'em up in a urn on a mantle for memories
I hear you callin' me, Lord knows you love me
The passion of Rule is so real, just lend me your ear
You'll feel what I feel, you'll tear when I tear

The vision's real clear, just look in my eyes
I believe in puttin' my life in the hands of God
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear

Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Lookin' through the windows of my soul
I've seen the truth an' now I know

Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders, you were there
When it got heavy, I held it, you were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers, you were there

I know you love me
You know, you give love to all my niggaz
Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga?
My nigga Prim, we with you niggaz
Been with a nigga, roll with a nigga

My whole career an' shit
All the fans, fuckin' with a nigga
All my Rocafella niggaz, Terror Squad niggaz
My Def Jam fam, my Ruff Ryder niggaz

Desert Storm niggaz, Bad Boy niggaz
Thugged Out Entertainment niggaz
My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggaz
What up Prince?

My niggaz from The Source, my fam
My nigga Zino, what's happenin' playa?
Dave, all my niggaz at radio
Retail, all the DJs, you know what it is

All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz
All my New York niggaz, what's happenin'? You know
All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
All my L.A. niggaz, L.A., my Death Row family, what up Suge?

All my Miami niggaz, what up Ump?
My nigga Freddy V, what's happenin' nigga?[Incomprehensible]
Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stizzy, what up nigga?
My wife, my kids, I know you love me

All my gangsta niggaz, all my bitches, Rule
My nigga Buck from the boards
I got my family out here with me an' shit
My nigga Burns, L Murda, J.R., Lil' Amber, nothin' but love

My brother Denzel D, what up nigga?
My nigga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up?
My nigga Sun, what up nigga?
Fred, what's happenin'? Holla

Slig, what's goin' on, nigga? O-Easy, my nigga Black
Jodi, we here niggaz, Black Child, I see you
My nigga Lac, what up Caddy?
My nigga Jimi Kendrix, one of the best[Incomprehensible]

Lloyd, what's happenin' nigga?
We gon' killin' 'em this year, huh?
My nigga Gutter, B Gizzy
Ashanti, what up baby girl?

C.Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter
My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don, all my Hollywood niggaz
All my niggaz, my nigga Nicholas, my nigga Todd
Short Man, Santana, the God

I wanna give a special shout to the woman who made me
Made all this possible, Debra, my moms
An' the woman who made her, Mary, I love y'all
An' I know y'all love me too, Rule

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Diary Of A Madman - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Diary Of A Madman
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Anthony Berkeley, David Collins, Robert Jr Diggs, Arnold Hamilton, Paul Huston, Walter Reed

Lyric:
They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby
(Order in the court, order in the court)
I will make you pay for this you murderers
(Order in the court, order in the court)
(I said order in the court now)

Now, before this court passes judgement
Will the four defendant please, rise and approach the bench
Trust me guys, it's all under control
The judge is my uncle, he'll take the insanity plea
Oh, yeah, don't forget my retained balance

Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity
Claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders
Can you please explain to this court
How these so called spirits made you into these raving madmen?

Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism
Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
I come forth with Gravediggaz, in a head full of dread

I've been examined ever since I was semen
They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon
At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles
And drugged me all up with the diseases of evil

Grew up in Hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple
I'm fighting a holy war in the mental
Look deep into my eyes, you'll see visions of death
Possessed by homicide is what I'm obsessed

Giving niggaz brain dimples
Dragging they asses on a hook by they temples
The cause of death is unknown to the cops
'Cause when I kill them, I'm not leavin' one element to autopse

First I'll assasinate 'em
And them I'll cremate them
And take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate 'em

Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones
You try to haunt me nigga, I ain't trying to hear it
Buck, Buck, Buck, I'll give your ass a Holy Spirit

Stressed full, try to avoid all impure thoughts, I am loosing my mind
Can you please explain to this court when these problems first began?

The year 84, November, day 10
Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen
I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years
Of blood sweat and tears

I saw the torture brutal murder of my father
So my brain became stained with the horror
I'm having reoccurring nightmares
Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair

I got tackled with handcuffs
And shackled in restraint
At the bottom of a Holy Tabernacle
They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks

And sewed my eye lids open, so I couldn't sleep
About to die from thirst, that's when the minister
Quenched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar
Upon my wounds they seasoned me with salt

And nailed my hands, feet to the form of the cross, ah, I cry
As the blood drips inside of my eye, refusing to die
Visions of Hell tormented my face
So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape

Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta
Esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca, carajo, cono
Calm down people, please, calm down
Let us please, proceed with the defendants explanation

Enta the realms of understanding
And take good heed and you could bleed
While I'm standing, three stages of pure hell
Justifications of red cells, rain drops hits the pelv

Path is dull and narrow
You're stalked by a shadow
I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow
So narrow, only one could enter at a time

Stuck in the center, read the signs
A thousand doors to choose
You better hurry
Don't stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry

On your right side there's fire
On you left, deep waters
Watch your step, it's deep waters
What's that coming through the floor?
It's a claw, took his fucking ass to the fucking core

Stroll through the dark conditions
I stone you till I see sparks of friction
I chop ya like a coal miner
Then combine the drug and mix it with your blood

Some more, I give you some more
And watch you crawl
Guts hit the floor
Worms that dig your pores

I trick ya, ha, then I'm quick to syringe
Deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin
You scream, portraits of inflictable pain
You can't stand, you're up to your hands in quick sand

You're sinking and sinking deep into the earth
Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth
My mental says it's my turn to possess the matta
Stab you with a dagga of Jacob's Ladder

Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic
Fiery thoughts of Gravediggaz
Guilty, next case

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Streets Disciple - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Streets Disciple
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Salaam Remi, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah

You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young thug, description might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster than you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or where it's goin'

The hood waits for no one
I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of your admiration
Imagination is what they lack
It stops niggaz from gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's disciple

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple of the projects
From the day you were born
Street's disciple
Yeah, disciple of the projects

Moonstruck stuck, slow as molasses in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin' Tyson
After watchin' him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told some lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke baggin' and toe-taggin'

They took Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think that he was the true 'God's Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son they bitin' you"
He never got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't stand it
Took him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's disciple

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple of the projects
From the day you were born
Street's Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the projects

Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock, knockin
Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to music all this time
Fightin' 'bout how Kane and Rakim would do it

Seemed impossible to us that we could ever leave
From the block, where the world was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again, fuck these
Devil policemen, plush leathers, I need them, riskin' my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies born in a cycle, future disciples

From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple of the projects
From the day you were born
Street's Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the projects

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Ghetto Prisoners - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Ghetto Prisoners
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Damon Blackmon, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uhh, regulate nigga
Bravehearts nigga, live for this
Some of y'all don't live at all
Get yours, nigga, get yours, baby
Uhh, yo, yo

As the night closed down on the earth like gray dark rings
Light of cities in the nights, destination for kings
With big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista
From Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S.

About to shoot us for revolution, that's how you gotta move
A lot of rules, some locked in solitude
Curse the day of they birth confused
Who's to be praised, the mighty dollar or almighty Allah

I'm like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds
My truth is the soil, help you grow like trees
May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
But hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's

With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me
Each channelin', from past to present time
Heaven shines light on those innocent to how the world grows
Some men become murderers and some girls become hoes

And you accounted for, everything that you heard
Do not speak to fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words
My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

Yo, we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings
Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators
Sinners who faithless, still there's hope
Pray it's answered, dreams turned real

What's a wicked nation? One with blind men
Not takin' charge of the situation
Empty arguments and real conversation's needed
The world'll need it, to hear it

Evil tries to weaken my spirit, it's chronic herb
This hurt come from the honest word
I now try hardest to serve my maker
What I learned, find it's way on the paper

So I could dictate it, articulate it
Luckily, I was put on one of the ships that made it
Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded
To sink in the Atlantic, satan jigs the planet

Not to get too religious
But who decides when and if your life is finished?
If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, O Lord
May we break away from the chains abroad

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners, get up, wake up, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes
I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies
The truth is time waits for none of you
In fact, he can't wait for the date to snatch
The ground right from under you

Small visions of better life, if cheddar was right
Lurk in the mind of young ones ahead of they time
Trapped in the slums, beggin' for nuttin' but takin'
Headed for nuttin' but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin'

Judges is not relatin' to pleas
Guns bustin' where the kids play
Ricochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes
In bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A.

Around the way, where we from
Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young
Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin' man's past
And a newborn's, first time to be here at last

And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain
Hustlin' harder than the generations here before he came
Goin' through the same bullshit as our fathers
Readin' history, but who's the authors?

For some the game is easy
For most of us, the game is much harder
But never lose faith
Through the years just get smarter

Ghetto prisoners, ghetto prisoners
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners, get up, wake up, rise

Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise, rise, rise
Ghetto prisoners

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

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

Lyric:
Let the rhythm hit 'em

I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest, nothin' to ricochet
Ready to aim at the brain, now, what the trigger say

Tempos triflin', felt like a rifle
Massage 'n' melodies, might go right through
Simultaneously like an Uzi, nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady say don't lose me

So re load quickly and you better hit me
While I'm lettin' this Fifi get wit me, you steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy, no time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me, beats and bullets pass me

None on target, they want the R hit, but watch the god get
Quicker, the tongue is the trigger, 'cause I'm real fast
Let off some rhythm at 'em, let 'em feel the blast
Penetrate at a crazy rate, this ain't no 38

Hit 'em at point blank range and watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition, I'm done wit' em
You ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em

I push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner
The hit man is the, brother wit' charisma
Showing you that I have, powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders, but without a path

Ya mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred, then it occurred that you heard I
Reduced the friction with crucifixion, let loose the mix then
Boost the piston, Eric hit 'em with' some of that

Cut like a lumberjack and me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that, I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D, when I let the rhythm hit another M.C.
Lyrics made of lead, enters your head

Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when music is louder, full of gun power
Microphone machinery, when I see a crowd of
Party people pumpin', their fist like this
Ya hide in the back, thinkin' that I might miss

But the R is accurate, plus I'm packed up with
Educated punch lines that, I have to hit
Whatever I aim at, I line 'em up
Ya body is weak, feel with pain, that time is up

You been hit with somethin' different, isn't it?
Rakim is gonna radiate and northin's equivalent
Nothin' can harm me, why try to bar me
You couldn't come around to rob with a army

You'll get wrecked by the architect, so respect 'em
I disconnect 'em, soon as I inject 'em with radiation
Put 'em by the basement, bust his chest open
Bash his face in, let it split 'im

Since he brought his main man wit' 'im
He ask me how I did 'im
I let the rhythm hit 'im, let it hit 'im

Dance floor's dangerous, packed in like a briefcase
Rhythm with Aral rough rhyme, beats with deep bass
Girls, with tight pants, maybe they might dance
Tonight if the R's on the mike, there's a slight chance

The crowd is crucial, M.C.'s grounds are neutral
Now, that you're here let me introduce you, get ready
I'm hard read like graffiti but steady
Science I drop is real heavy

Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty
Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy
The prescription's one every hour, now it's a havoc
If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic

Attention, follow directions real close
Keep out of reach of children, beware of overdose
Too many milligram but what made a iller jam
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts that kill a man

I deas for the ear to fear, might split 'im
He'll never forget 'im, he'll rest in peace wit' 'em
At least when he left he'll know what hit 'im
The last breath of the words of death, was the rhythm

Now, throw you hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no

Wicked as I kecked it, don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it, reversed and switched it
To perform to perfection, section for section
Rhymes keep connectin', ya guessin' what's next an'

Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it
Hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten
'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain
Travel through the brain hit a vein

Then remain, let it radiate, vibes will vibrate
Why did you violate, now, I'm 'a have to let the style brak
Moans now the tone is ingrown, after this here's thrown
Gimme another microphone, before I get that Fifi I met

Whisper I wanna reach your intellect
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let my light reflect

Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Lay her on my shoulder, everything I told her
Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er
And you know how I did 'er, me and the rhythm hit 'er

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52s - Good Stuff - Lyrics - B

Title: 52s - Good Stuff
Artist: B
Composer(s): Keith Strickland, Frederick Schneider, Catherine Pierson

Lyric:
Brr! All right
Bum bum bum
Ooh baby! What?
How about givin' me some of that good stuff

Well here it 'tis
Here it 'tis
Here it 'tis
Here it 'tis

Are you lookin' for it?
Are you lookin' for it?
You'll hear it from me
Good stuff baby

Do you want it?
Do you know how to get it?
That good stuff baby
Good good stuff

I got sincerity that's bonifide
And a heart so fine it's certified
So let your good stuff rain down on me
Your dang good stuff that's true and tried

Are you lookin' for it?
Are you lookin' for it?
You'll hear it from me
Good stuff baby

Do you want it?
Do you know how to get it?
That good stuff baby
Good good stuff

What's the use of gettin' if you ain't sharin'
My eyes are strainin' from all the starin'
You've become my magnificent obsession
So how's about joinin' my lovin' session?

Are you ready? I'm ready
Are you ready? Uh yeah
Are you ready for this? I guess so
Come on baby say whoa!

Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose

Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff

The big dipper sure ain't big enough
To hold all of your dang good stuff
So let the people say we're down right nasty
I just say we're down right

That good stuff that I am seekin'
It's got me peakin' and it's got me freakin'
Watch my lips I am speakin'
It's got me trickin' and it's got me treatin'!

I got sincerity that's bonifide
So come on now and let your good stuff rain down on me
(Take me down)
I want the stuff
(Take me up)
That's tried and true
Take me to the place they have the good stuff, yeah

Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose

Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose

Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff

Don't leave me hangin' I wanna be dangin'
With your dang good stuff! Don't leave me hangin'
I wanna be dangin' with your dang good stuff!

Hey ladies, do you want it? yeah!
Hey fellas, you got to have it, yeah!

Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!
Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!

Hey ladies, do you want it? yeah!
(Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!)
Hey fellas, you got to have it, yeah!
(Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!)

That good, good, good stuff!
That good, good, good stuff!

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Let The Rhythm Hit Em - Lyrics - Rakim

Title: Let The Rhythm Hit Em
Artist: Rakim
Composer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Bob James

Lyric:
Let the rhythm hit 'em

I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano

Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin' to ricochet
Ready to aim at the brain
Now what the trigger say

Tempos triflin'
Felt like a rifle
Massage 'n' melodies
Might go right through

Simultaneously like an Uzi
Nothin' can bruise me
Lyrics let up when lady
Say don't lose me

So reload quickly
And you better hit me
While I'm lettin'
This fifi get wit' me

You steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy
No time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me

Beats and bullets pass me
None on target
They want the R hit
But watch the God get

Quicker, the tongue is the trigger
'Cause I'm real fast
Let off some rhythm at 'em
Let 'em feel the blast

Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate

Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em

I push a power that's punishable
Better be a prisoner
The hit man is the
Brother wit' charisma

Showing you that I have
Powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders
But without a path

Ya mentally paralyzed
Crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred
Then it occurred that you heard I

Reduced the friction
With crucifixion
Let loose the mix
Then boost the piston

Eric hit 'em with' some of that
Cut like a lumberjack
And me gettin' hit back
It won't be none of that

I'm untouchable
You see me in 3-D
When I let the rhythm
Hit another M.C.

Lyrics made of lead
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when

Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of

Party people pumpin'
Their fist like this
Ya hide in the back
Thinkin' that I might miss

But the R is accurate
Plus I'm packed up with
Educated punch lines
That I have to hit

Whatever I aim at
I line 'em up
Ya body is weak, feel with pain
That time is up

You been hit with somethin'
Different, isn't it?
Rakim is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent

Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army

You'll get wrecked by the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em

With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in

Let it split 'em
Since he brought his main man wit' 'em
He ask me how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em

Let it hit 'em

Dance floor's dangerous
Packed in like a briefcase
Rhythm with real rough rhyme
Beats with deep bass

Girls with tight pants
Maybe they might dance
Tonight if the Rs on the mike
There's a slight chance

The crowd is crucial
M.C.'s grounds are neutral
Now that you're here
Let me introduce you

Get ready
I'm hard read like graffiti but steady
Science I drop is real heavy

Radiant energy, that'll be the penalty
Touch the third rail on the pain of remedy
The prescription's one every hour
Now it's a havoc

If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic
Attention, follow directions real close
Keep out of reach of children
Beware of overdose

Too many milligram
But what made a iller jam
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts
That kill a man

Ideas for the ear to fear
Might split 'em, he'll never forget 'em
He'll rest in peace wit' 'em

At least when he left he'll know what hit 'em
The last breath of the words of death
Was the rhythm

Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no

Wicked as I kicked it
Don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it
Reversed and switched it

Perform to perfection
Section for section
Rhymes keep connectin'
Ya guessin' what's next an'

Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it
Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten
'Cause when I explained, ya can't complain for pain
Travel through the brain hit a vein, then remain, let it radiate

Vibes will vibrate, why did you violate
Now I'm 'a have to let the style break
Moans now the tone is ingrown
After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone

Before I get that fifi I met
Whisper I wanna reach your intellect
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let my write reflect

Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Lay her on my shoulder, everything I told her
Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er
And you know how I did 'er
Me and the rhythm hit 'er

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Bare Witness - Lyrics - Choclair

Title: Bare Witness
Artist: Choclair
Composer(s): Jason Harrow, Keith Elam, Kareem Blake

Lyric:
T dot O, to the N dot Y
That's how we do it
Choclair, Kardinall hooked on my man Guru
And Y look, bitch? The fuck

Yo, T dot rocks y'all
We smoke and mix up in your face, you're weeded
So you drop y'all, leaving y'all hired skills depleted
'Cause you locked y'all, Chocs and Guru begin
Can you believe this how we lock y'all

Niggas who be talking how they bigger, how you figure?
You can spark with or talk with this raw artist
You talk heartless but game straight harmless
Snatch your mic out your hand, leave your fingers harmless

We rottweilers, while y'all be the tyres 'cause you need to retire
Fucking with Toronto, get your pink slip, you're fired
Kicked out the Thompson Hall through Apollo doors
Guru be the brethren, bless the man
Slide like the doors on the Caravan

The ill format, the skills all that, twist enemies, Jack
Let's counteract, plus build and all that
In fact, take a flight to Toronto and back
Be over there with Choclair, Kardinall with the track

In the year born, born, suckers have been forewarned
Take you higher than hydro or Moet, Chandon
Word is bond, it's on, in this rap game
I slap mens, mack dames, yes, I'm a fly black king

Stacking paper now, packing flavor now
Hit you dead in the head now, my hunger gotta get fed now
My style's similar to a fierce knuckle hit
Or like hollow points to pierce your whole fucking frame

Ayo, witness the fitness
Who's next on the hitlist?
Rap so exact that you can't do shit

Witness the fitness
Who's next on the hitlist?
Rap so exact, you catch
The shakes like a sickness

Ayo, witness the fitness
Who's next on the hitlist?
Rap so exact that you can't do shit

Witness the fitness
Who's next on the hitlist?
Rap so exact, you catch
The shakes like a sickness

Now it's the skinny man dropping this
Lock your brain, lock your lips
Talking shit? Bust your game
Career flops? I'm to blame

What's the name? Yeah
Guru and the Chocs will reign
Wild like the lion's mane, walking through the rain
Or walking through the pain of critic suffering

Got my eyes on the prize with the red dot locked
Gots to keep it hot
My hungry ass niggas be down for the figures
Green in the jean, cruise like some act figures

You fucking with some raw, suave, dog ass niggas
Look into the eyes of the man
That will be detrimental to career
If they touch the mics stand, nigga 'nuff said

Hear the battle cry
Niggas getting herded like cattle to die
Why? Why?
What the fuck you think? What the fuck you think?

You know they want our type of species to become extinct
Still we multiply, they can't really kill us
They're upset, we're a threat 'cause their kids really feel us
They think we're drug dealers and some of us maybe are

But I be the G U R U of the Gang to the Starr
I'm going far, baby par, pimping in a fly car
Getting eyes from the honeys, parking up at the bar
Always up to par when I spar

And yo, while your protecting your neck
I be like breaking your jaw
Yo Trizzack, your shit's wizzack

I took that shit thizzack
It shouldn't of even been up on the rizzack
Straight like thizzack, motherfuckers

Ayo, witness the fitness
Who's next on the hitlist?
Rap so exact that you can't do shit

Witness the fitness
Who's next on the hitlist?
Rap so exact, you catch
The shakes like a sickness

Ayo, witness the fitness
Who's next on the hitlist?
Rap so exact that you can't do shit

My attitude on the hoes
I wreck the mic like a pimp, pimps hoes
Like a pimp, pimps hoes, pimp, pimps hoes
Let's close

Yo, you see, I like to party
Just as much as the next man
So, you know this one right here
This one's for y'all

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Represent - Lyrics - The Charm - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Represent
Album: The Charm
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Rico R Wade, Raymon Ameer Murray, Warren Anderson Mathis, Patrick L Brown

Lyric:
I'm supposed to represent

I'm too motherfuckin' raw to be all
Worried if these broads, is fuckin' with me ya'll
Y'all can suck my right and left nut with the same slurp
No more of the fames perks, I'm back in LeGrange hurt

Can't work, same dirt I thought I had wiped off
The same jerk that used to jerk Paul now he's my boss
Lonely if I lost, my light on the pathway
No more, Bubba K just as white as a trash day

Say you can take the boy out of the country
But can't take the country out the boy, even with money
I believe it was funny, I was deceivingly burning
At the Four Seasons, all four seasons with Sunny

But I'll be just fine, the grind's in my bloodline
It's what's in your guts time, baby, I'm one rhyme
From being what that man paid me to be
What no concrete but I was raised by the streets

It's your turn, you supposed to represent
Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
Stop playin', you supposed to represent
It's only right, you supposed to represent

It's your turn, you supposed to represent
Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
Stop playin', you supposed to represent
Not only get money, you supposed to represent

Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find out where you really are
Let the cut burn then you know you earned it when it scars
I been a star, my name rang bells
But it means not a thing if it can't bring sales

If you ain't seen hell you should get a load of this
Just a dose of hopelessness while you sip your Mo and Cris
If I ain't on your list, shit you can't win them all
But until he died, most of y'all ain't fuck wit Biggie Smalls

At least south of D.C. and west of Pittsburgh
That points, they don't know legacy 'til you resting in dirt
If resting is sure, a loser isn't sexiness
So make me the deadliest, MC I guess it just

What meant that I be mentioned with the greatest spittin' then
Lord, at least let me get it up and pay the rent again
You may intend to win but my alternative's
The coffin or the furnacing talking more determinant

It's your turn, you supposed to represent
Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
Stop playin', you supposed to represent
It's only right, you supposed to represent

It's your turn, you supposed to represent
Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
Stop playin', you supposed to represent
Not only get money, you supposed to represent

What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy?
Really now, how far did you think you can push me?
Before I snap, just like that and bust back
Fear, he don't live around here, what's that?

What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy?
Really now, how far did you think you can push me?
Before I snap, just like that and bust back
Fear, he don't live around here, what's that?

Just stack, get your mind right and get your cheddar better
Volcano gone erupt, it won't lay at rest forever
Every level of the game, the country boys gettin' to it
Nothin' but your lips is movin', hush you body shit and do it

I been knew it, you don't wanna jump bad
Hatin' escalates and you don't want it to become that
I'm from that, dying breed of white MC
That knows what it's like to be told it ain't right to be

Rappin', now adapting just so happens it's the thing now
To get a cracker on your roster since Marshall came out
I can't explain how, vital time it is
Even now I wouldn't exchange our lives, mine for his like this

It's your turn, you supposed to represent
Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
Stop playin', you supposed to represent
It's only right, you supposed to represent

It's your turn, you supposed to represent
Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
Stop playin', you supposed to represent
Not only get money, you supposed to represent

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The Product - Lyrics - Kill At Will - Ice Cube

Title: The Product
Album: Kill At Will
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Arlester Christian, O'Shea Jackson, Anthony Wheaton

Lyric:
I was told 'cause I didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin'
Then the nut came gushin'

And it was hell tryin' to bail to the ovary
With nuttin' but the Lord lookin' over me
I was white with a tail
But when I reached the finish line, young black male

One cell made two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a embryo
Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months

Chillin' with my mother to guide me
And nuttin' but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bullshit
Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick

'Cause my time is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm outta there
June 15th, it's just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the product

Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you ain't gon' never be shit

I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school but it don't matter
'Cause I'm sittin' in history
Learnin' 'bout a sucker who didn't give a fuck about me

They try to shape us
But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin' rapist
So I stopped payin' attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention

Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I don't got all A's
A high school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out

But I got tossed, he's the boss
I'm out of there and mad 'cause I lost
Now bein' on my own is a factor
So I become the neighborhood jacker

Gimme your car, run your jewels
Makin' a livin', robbin' fools
And if I let my nine rang out
You know, it'll make your brains hang out

So what's your fate?
Am I the nigga you love or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin' product

Motherfucker you gots to get a job
If you wanna stay in my motherfuckin' house

Many young men reject the traditional values
That are important to their parents
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf and gang

Twenty-one now and in paid full
Feelin' bad from all the shit I pulled
On people back in the day
Plus, I got a little baby on the way

So I'm tryin' to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date
'Til the punk ass cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus upstate

Oh, the young nigga done caught a case
Sittin' in the mess hall, sayin' my grace

Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven

Dear baby, your man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
And then he got shanked with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out soon

Is it my fault, he was caught in production?
Where a young black life means nothin'
Just because I didn't want to learn your grammar
You say I'm better off in the slammer

And it's drivin' me batty
'Cause my little boy is missin' daddy
I'm ashamed but the fact is
I wish pops let me off on the mattress

Or should I just hang from the top bunk
But that's goin' out like a punk
My life is fucked
But it ain't my fault 'cause I'm the motherfuckin' product

He ain't shit

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The Heart Wants What It Wants - Lyrics - Spin - Darren Hayes

Title: The Heart Wants What It Wants
Album: Spin
Artist: Darren Hayes
Composer(s): Walter Afanasieff, Darren Hayes

Lyric:
You say one thing and then I go turn it around again
Working things over better left unsaid
Spinning around in my head
Taking a moment too personally

I have told you just half the words I've wanted to give to you
Fear of rejection keeps my heart at bay
Feelings I'd rather not say
I'd rather have you close than never at all

But every now and then when my world is closing in
I feel you breezin' through my mind
I can attempt to close my eyes, I can avoid the wrong or right
But something deep inside says my heart wants what it wants

Baby, stay away, do the right thing
I know I should run but my heart wants what it wants
Baby, stay away, do the right thing
You know the heart wants what it wants

You do one thing and then I go
Always imagining, reciprocating feelings that aren't there
Sometimes I think you're aware
Your body language it gives you away

Maybe I should run
Turn my back
Head for the sun
Feelings left to come undone

Maybe you like what's goin' on
Deep down inside I know it's wrong
I know I should run
But the heart wants what it wants

Baby, stay away, do the right thing
I know I should run but my heart wants what it wants
Baby, stay away, do the right thing
The heart wants what it wants

Even thought I know it's never a love affair
I'm makin' plans with the ghost of what was there
I've become a desperate fool
And it's all because of you

Baby, stay away, do the right thing
Because my heart wants what it wants
Baby, stay away, do the right thing
I know I should run but my the heart wants what the heart wants
What the heart wants

Baby, stay away, do the right thing
I know I should run but my heart wants what it wants
Baby, stay away, do the right thing baby
The heart wants what the heart needs
What the heart wants
Can the heart get what the heart wants?

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Book Of Rhymes - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Book Of Rhymes
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Jones Maman David Camon

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Lyric:
Alchemist, you know me, man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm sayin'?

Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of books
To the studio today, man, I found these shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even remember when I was writing these shits
Or what's in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, check it

How can I trust you when I can't trust me?
Picture myself a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liers all day, time pass
Nah, lemme start somethin' else

Soul on ice, death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal
'Cause I would overcome any task called to

So there it is, I'ma prince, I'ma get slain
Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of they game
Ya rhymin' is called 'Vagina Monologue'
It kinda supports theories of scary niggas
Who should lie in the morgue

Rarely y'all come in contact with the real
Since Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel
Yo, said, "There's a few left since music's expressions of life"
Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my Book of Rhymes

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for this bitch number, damn
No, this rhyme is weak, this is weak
I remember this bullshit, right here
My Book of Rhymes
Gandhi was a, what the fuck?

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the death
The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
I wonder when I wrote this, nah it's weak
The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, live life
Numbers is big business, makes the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
Through your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety

Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on their arms
Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin' my lips with Campophenique
Still behind the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer's vets

Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liers and squares
Nah, that was weak there
My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real

I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's crap
This can't be my Book of Rhymes

This can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
My Book of Rhymes
Nah, neva that, fuck that, aww, why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh, you a funny nigga, nah, yeah
My Book of Rhymes

I'm tellin' you, I'ma come up with some new shit now
Fuck that, I'ma write again now, fuck that
I musta been high on some shit
What the fuck is this?

Look, how we treat pregnancy, women in the 'hood
Our values so low, our values are no good
Things our mothers told us, we shoulda heeded
'Cause now we need it, we older, almost able to

I'm jealous of you, how come you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' this shit
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way
"Such a innocent child", is what some say

I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are
Like a star, not a worry in this world thus far
But wait a minute, we both need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda crazy

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G.O.D. (Gaining One'S Definition) - Lyrics - Common

Title: G.O.D. (Gaining One'S Definition)
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Thomas Burton, Ernest Dion Wilson, Cornell Newbill

Lyric:
After bein' 25, you know, just trying to survive in the world
?Bout to have a little boy or baby girl, who knows?
Anyway, just when you start getting? that little age
And experience to you
You start thinkin? about stuff, tryin? to make the right moves
So bust it out, this is what I was thinkin?, check it

Yo, the education of the Lon-chicka-Lonnie Lynn
Began, began with time
Bein? my bloodline is one with the divine
In time brotha, you will discover the light
Some say that God is black and the devil's white
Well, the devil is wrong and God is what's right

I fight with myself in the ring of doubt and fear
The rain ain't gone but I can still see clear
As a child, given religion with no answer to why
Just told believe in Jesus ?cuz for me he did die

Curiosity killed the catechism
Understanding and wisdom became the rhythm that I played to
And became a slave to master self
A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness and his health

My mind had dealt with the books of Zen, Tao the lessons
Koran and the Bible, to me they all vital
And got truth within 'em, gotta read them boys
You just can't skim 'em, different branches of belief

But one root that stem ?em
But people of the venom try to trim 'em
And use religion as an emblem
When it should be a natural way of life
Who am I or they to say to whom you pray ain't right

That's who got you doin? right and got you this far
Whether you say, "In Jesus name", or, "Al hum du'Allah"
Long as you know it's a bein' that's supreme to you
You let that show towards others in the things you do

?Cuz when the trumpets blowin?, 24 elders surround the throne
Only 144,000 gon get home
Only 144,000 gon get home
Only 144,000 gon get it, baby

I've lived and I've learned
I have taken and I've earned
I have laughed, I've cried
I have failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pouring rain
Found joy through all my pain
I just wanna be happy with being me

Let me voice my concern
So many of my fellow brothers have given themselves a title
That their actions didn't earn
Our ignorance is in the same breath as our innocence
Subconsciously, seeking to find
An impressionable mind to convince

I've finally come to the realization
Why black people in the worse place
?Cuz it's hard to correct yourself when you don't know
Who you are in the first place , so I try to find the clue in you
But evidently, white folks know more black history than we do

Why're we bein' lied to?
I ain't know our history was purposely hidden
Damn, somethin' in me wanna know who I am
So I began my search, my journey started in church
It gave my heartache relief when I started to understand belief
Hustlin? was like a gift spent my share of time in the streets

Taught me survival from this evil I'm just gonna have to deal with
And I felt like a fool when I tried to learn it in school
It almost seemed like a rehearsal when the only
Science and math are universal

Takin? elder advice, read the Bible, the Koran
Searched scrolls from the Hebrew Israelites
Hold on, this ain't right, Jesus wasn't white
Some leads were granted with insight

And it's all in the plan, but it took me some time to overstand
He still created with the imperfection of man
So, with followin' I disagree
By no means have I forgotten or forgiven
What's been done to me but
I do know the devil ain't no white man, the devil's a spiritual mind

That's color blind, there's evil white folk and evil niggas
You gon surely find there's no positivity without negativity
But one side you gonna have to choose
Any chance to speak I refuse to misuse

So how can you call yourself God
When you let a worldly possession
Become an obsession and the way you write your rhymes
And can't follow your lesson

If a seed's sown, you make sure it's known
You make sure it's grown
If you God, then save your own, don't mentally enslave your own
If you God, then save your own, don't mentally enslave your own
If you God, then save your own, don't mentally enslave your own

Well, I've lived and I've learned
I've taken and I've earned
I have laughed, I have cried
I failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pourin? rain
I found joy through my pain
Just wanna be happy, bein? me, bein? me

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