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| 1. |
| 2:57 | 
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I Feel it's Pull
It's caressing claws Dead end blocks Graffiti walls It Permeates It Desecrates It looks like shit but it taste great (Chorus 1) Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o See it's cliental come straight from hell With missing limbs and whooo some funky smells My bacon bits where not like this I curse the day it passed my lips (Chorus 2) Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o Where the bums go wo o o o (Guitar solo) Bums Buuuuums Where the bums go wo o o o ( 16 times ) Fuckin bums! Yeah |
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| 2. |
| 3:53 |
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I see her out (shit)
All over town But I get no play My man says you gotta be crazy I talk of things That might be to her And a voice that makes A pulse rush Yeah I can tell Wepa loco Haremo?si Nena, haremo?si I watch her dance man You know you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Man you gotta be crazy Wepa loco Her novio* might rollover yo So I gotta go slow Yeah I can tell, I can tell He had a love, but he had to leave it I know of love man And you just can't beat it Wepa loco Now I just know baby, I'm not bad to love So why the face girl? Why the face girl? Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco (Yo there she comes man) You gotta watch her walk Down that street Yeah, you gotta watch her walk Down that street Like she owns it (yeah) With a boom, boom And a boom, boom Just like she owns the motherfucker Wepa loco You gotta be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco You got to be crazy Wepa loco I can tell (I can tell) [FADE] Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco Porque tu?ere loco Oye?te sta loco Porque tu?ta loco [FADE] |
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| 3. |
| 3:01 |
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I got my lovin and it's alright,
Suga is sweet, But sometime she bite. Pucker up baby and make it tight, livin' my life, Keep me up all night. Shake that ass until it's sore, Four click hole baby let it pour Now it's 2 men at once Hey now f**k this score Gimme One, Two, Three, Four... (Chorus) Music Industry, That is what we are, No-one plays for free And everyone's a star, Sign the dotted line We can have lunch sometime And we can lie to each other, aahhh We sign the deal and we make it nice so pour your suits and give you quality ice You can't live your dreams at twice the price We're the house, But you can role the dice. Now back in the day people lived in fear, They bought no records So they could not hear The s**t that I'm bustin' up In your ear So come on man, be with ya peers! (Chorus 2x) Instrumental (Chorus 2x) |
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| 4. |
| 3:45 |
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Seems like every day there's another one commin
another one runnin and another one gunnin from random slums and I ain't down with those bums Some fun it's gotta be to grab your pee pee and sing so sweetly to the front row seat Buts thats the way it be watchin that damn TV since you free come and spread it up Missouri Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hat and black hearts to match Run daddy run See you give em a yard you best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever it's the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup I get up I get down god willin and able Bumps to many friends stole some cable Some time I speak my mind rather plainly but I'm not a dick like Cheney You take 10 drug dealers and a Chinese bordello stick em out in Arkansas I sure do do well for commin straight out the ground born fighter F**kin up your Christmas like I'm scammin a lighter. Now look at yourself rollin in the blues. You do it to yourself you do, you do Run Daddy run See I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black hats and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea you give em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth best be lightin it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Let me see what you got baby open it up If that's a big bag of money we be divvyin up If that's a spliff in your mouth baby pass it up I need a drink cause the bass is spillin my cup Run Daddy run Yea I fires them all but they be commin back Run daddy run Black trench and black hearts to match Run daddy run Yea give 'em a yard best forget the vig cause this ain't the next whomever i'ts the new kid Run daddy run Run dady run |
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| 5. |
| 4:19 |
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Sixteen heartbeats works for everyone
If I return dying, could I expect enough? You know it seems to me at least it seems to me, now To be a little out of reach And all the while, I can't get over How all my time, I can't do it over And as my spirit grows colder and colder Yeah, salvation I know her I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far Yeah, I know how you feel I've lived there for years, it's cold and it's real You better get on, out the loop 'cos the loop's gonna get ya' You better get on, out the loop I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far And all the while I can't get over you How all my time, I can't do it over And as my spirit grows colder and colder Yeah, salvation I know her I'm just a half a block away from salvation I'm just a half a block away from it all I'm just a half a block away from redemption And I'll be damned if I can make it that far |
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| 6. |
| 3:45 |
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My man was workin at the seafood spot
Sellin fish n chips and dealin bags of pot Dressed in a pirates uniform and all Lookin like a fool headin for a fall He was walkin home late one night godbless Heard the scream of a woman in immediate distress ?????? he headed down the alley hoping for the best he saw the girl who was screamin her mouth beat shut two guys standin by her bout to get fucked up he said you don't hit the bitches while I'm still alive stabbed on in the neck the other in the eye the girl ran home told her daddy she was saved by a pirate with a shiv and a real smooth way the vision of the pirate would surely never fade so she called the New York post and tried to get paid chorus super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero Now the story ran the following day page two But swashbucklin in Brooklyn is all he want to do I tried to sit him down and think things through But swashbucklin in Brooklyn is all he want to do Now he was havin problems like diving without drowning The city the cops the mob trying to stop him He needed a psychic thats where I came in Tell his story to the world help him with his shit We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits ??? had no choice Doin it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Chorus x 2 super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero We cruise down the river patrolling the docks Deliverin justice to eight square blocks Brooklyn was safe nobody got shot We used swords and daggers and kung fu what nots This kinda shits ??? had no choice Doin it for free like the village voice This ends my first installment of the story He was good kicking ass but bad with the glory Chorus x 4 super hero your my super hero super hero your my super hero |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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I was working at the club in 1995
Sunday was the night that the gay club came alive See, I would carry ice And the crowd was just so nice that my phobia drowned While I was getting down [Chorus] I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night I met the finest girl of my life That night, at gay night Gay night, it's all right, don't be uptight See, half way through the evening I saw this women gleamin' from across the room She was with some guys But when they gave me the eyes I knew she was just their friend We went out all weekend [Chorus: x4] |
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| 8. |
| 5:32 |
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I was a fiend (fiend) before I became a teen
I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say - Yes y'all! They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small Cool, cool 'Cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the other one, then I make another one To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like a fiend for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean I'm raging, ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of Cuz it's sort of an addiction, Magnetized by the mixing Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting, Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing Everything is written in the cold, so we can coincide, my thoughts to guide 48 tracks to slide The invincible, microphone fiend Rakim Spread the word 'cause he's in E-F-F-E-C-T A smooth operator operating correctly But back to the problem I gotta habit I ain't a solving it, silly rabbit The prescription is a hypertone that's thorough when A fiend for a microphone like heroin Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix So gimme a stage and a mic and a mix And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of unawareness Beware, it's the reanamator A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't stepping You see a part of me that you never seen When I'm fiending for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend After 12, I'm worse than a Gremlin Feed me Hip-hop and I start trembling It's the thrill of suspense that's intense, you're horrified But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside"(darkside) By any means necessary, this is what had to be done Make way 'cause here I come Fisty cuts material, material Call imperial, call imperial It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me, It's inherited, it's runs in the family See I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back, If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack. Now I don't want to have to let off, you should of kept off You didn't keep the stage warm, so step off Ladies and Gentleman You're about to see A past time hobby about to be, Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be one Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke More than cracked up, you should have backed up For those who act up need to be more than smacked up Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber One on one and I'm the remainder (remainder) So close your eyes and hold your breath, And I'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death (death) Before you go, you'll remember you seen The fiend from a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend . The microphone fiend, fiend, fiend I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend I'm a mic, I'm a mic, I'm a microphone fiend, fiend, fiend |
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| 9. |
| 3:36 |
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Within this box there is a gift
And with this cane I concentrate And with these shoes I go flying 'Til the demons all wake up and come to grips And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go The water's blue and rushes past me And through the clouds I will lament And if I call, I will deliver Or crack my head on the cement And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go Yeah, I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go And I take my sins Down to the street To be judged And then I'll let it go Yeah, let it go now |
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| 10. |
| 4:46 |
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For me it's hard to say
And this might not be the way But if you want to stay My ghetto prince Is smiling underground And it makes me feel good To know you died And this may not be the time See I drank two things of wine But I think that you will find And my ghetto prince Is smiling underground My ghetto prince Is smiling underground Ain't got no guarantee And I know it's hard to see But there's a little more to me And my ghetto prince Is smiling from underground Yeah, my ghetto prince Is smiling underground But only for a while I still think I need your smile All the while And my ghetto prince Is smiling underground Yeah, my ghetto prince Is smiling underground Now this may not be the time 'Cause I drank two things of wine But I think that you will find |
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| 11. |
| 3:34 |
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I got outta town
Like I knew I should I got outta town Like I knew I would But when I close my eyes And the dawn don't come I think to myself What a disgrace I've become (Chorus 1) But she won't fail me Cause she's my friend And she won't rat me out I'm a boy to her eye And she won't fail me Even when she hates me I use to think a lot But now I watch the grain I use to fall in love With shit like subway trains And although my liberty Has been taken away now I take it all, I take it all day by day (Chorus 2) But she won't fail me Cause she's my friend And she won't rat me out I'm a boy to her eye And she won't fail me Even when she hates me Even when she hates me I get the fallen down About twice a week Say I'm all fucked up (all fucked-up) I know talk is cheap But when I close my eyes And the dawn don't come by I think to myself What a disgrace I've become (Repeat 2nd chorus) |
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| 12. |
| 4:41 |
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Don't see me
In your eyes anymore Oh why can't I Make them shine like before I don't see you Or your heart in your kiss That you should say That you're mine You resist There was a time Life was fine Love was ecstasy But now I doubt What the outcome will be I pray you'll say I'm the one you adore Then I'll see me In your eyes as before (There was a time There was a time There was a time) There was a time Life was fine Love was ecstasy But now I doubt What the outcome will be I pray you'll say I'm the one you adore Then I'll see me In your eyes as before There was a time Life was fine Love was ecstasy But now I doubt What the outcome will be |
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| 13. |
| 2:30 |
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The only easy day is yesterday
Go on and pull me underwater I know you really can't be that blind, son But I think you think you're that much smarter It makes it that much more defined Now cough it up and call your mother I see you just can't find the time But time found me without much bother I saw that boy become a man He bathed in blood just like his father And while in golden gloves and gown He found he wasn't that much smarter Now what's in you that is your own Not something you found on the highway I remember that time so long ago When you bought your soul and threw a party Now paint your face, take to the trees There's more to you than just your cover You've got them all down on their knees You've got them fucking one another You Dj'd blue and you Dj'd black So long as they count to a thousand Now get it on, don't break your back And don't walk through the public housing Now, hey, Dickholder who's your man? The scraps you catch you past the table You make it all sound like your plan But what you'd do to get that label? I see you're a bitch Hey come over here baby Hey, Dickholder who's your man? The scraps you catch you past the table You make it all sound like your plan But what you'd do to get that label? Dickholder |
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| 14. |
| 8:45 |
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I fell from my rope
My vision is cloudy The outlook is lousy I hope I find the strength to go on I fall to my knees To look for an answer Find out what the chances are That I'll make it on home I think of how it all went wrong Down that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long And despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on I'll go to my grave Knowing that you loved me And the cards life had dealt me Weren't so bad after all Well, I have been wronged And Lord, I've been deceived But the love I gave to you Was twice received I think of how it all went wrong Down that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long But despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on Come on now I think of how it all went down In that shitty part of town It keeps me up all night long And despite my little song Life keeps going on Then despite my little song Life keeps going on And despite my little song Life keeps going on |
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