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| 1:35 | ||||
2. |
| 3:28 | ||||
Told ya buffalo soldier
Fell to the ground like folgers Couldn't hold the boulder Fancy dancer paralyzed for an answer In the hip hop game but the rap got cancer Tumors poppin' from the middle of rumors Generation X be the end of baby boomers Is the next generation headed for doom Control the soul and you got a got a Truck fulla fertilizer blowin' up the spot Think it's terrorism the borderline's hot Check the passports tap the telephone Surprise they home grown And one of your fuckin' own It's dat same ol' shit, dat same ol' game From that same ol' gang up to that same ol' thing Now what I see say you know me I pour a metaphor of LSD I don't know what y'all thinkin' about But if you know like I know You better strap on your seatbelt 'Cause you in for a long ride Now I be damn I been a man Figure I never call myself a nigger to get Benjamin What's love got to do wit what you got Not a whole lot, no forgot oh this shit is hot Spendin' all the cheddar for clothes Wit a sign foreclosed on the front mud Lost in dominoes Now the heads tell tales how the dead bled and fled Now they livin' up in the bed Instead they seize us like Jesus Married to the mob did a sloppy job in Hempstead Lord had mercy wanna curse me New world order got my ass drownin' in the water Now what you stuck to the west That funk to the east is phat, ATL be krunk dirty south Thirty thou crankin' trunks Try to pass the test but to the rest they flunk Now what be indebted, better get over it Those times and raps ain't never comin' back No future without a pass, I kick ass Rock the sox off a Pandora's box Is it any wonder why the clocks flavor got? Between rehearsin' a verse my jaw lox I set the bomb between the R and B scene Go against the grain run up on the train And so I parallel the brains of Cobain As hip hop brain made 'em spill the champagne Make it plain the sound remains insane Come the same no holes closin' up the lane Don't ask no questions on the simple level Can the magic get Shaq back, Knicks get Van exel Bold rap lyrics fuck whatcha heard Not no lost and found nouns or half ass words Turnaround funk power moves ruffs I ain't never been cuckoo for no coco puffs LSD, set it free make 'em see the tricks Rather try at 37 than die at 26 Lawyers no loyalties accountants no royalties Lie for a lie, I look 'em in the eye History speaking lawyers should die Kissed the companies and made them all cry A new rap song and a real drive by Why o why did the video die The narcs and the feds got the pimp niggas 'fraid Threat of the aids got the bitches afraid The goddamn white man got you afraid Social service got your mama afraid Scared of the fact before a niggas black Some of you say nigga before you say crack You got no back is what you lack Just say black and I'll see where your ass is at |
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3. |
| 3:06 | ||||
Here i go, i don쨔t give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit i쨔m the reverse of jiggy All that prettiness running on empty Only wusses need pity, no i ain쨔t from the city 5 minutes of fame if you don쨔t know my name Oh yeah, i쨔m that field nigga they all fear Here쨔s a madd salute to all my troops Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits I spits and i vomit cause i come like a comet Better quit it if y'all don쨔t know what y'all gettin from it Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it Come on come with it, i think i쨔ll fit it Go to war but what the hell i쨔m fightin for As i soar yeah baby i like it raw No cigar, i ran over the pop star wit my car, Again and may the best jam win... Here i go - there you go Bingo, it don쨔t matter if this platter쨔s a single Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo From the beginnin i told you how to see through the linen All that talk but that쨔s the way The side walks in new york I simplify cause you might be high Rip shit in the pit so what you don쨔t like it This is man shit a hip hop trip On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped Got out psyched down on that turnpike I knew this philly who just wouldn쨔t get right Cause i was aware as a square in delaware Execs writing checks for sex in spandex Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table Mix dj쨔s gettin overpaid for airplay Try to shut me down like ray, what i say? Fuck your friends and may the best jam win Here i go - there you go Mirror mirror i쨔m finger pointin at the man It is i, i interrupt the program Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans Pe don쨔t give a damn about uncle sam And on and on like i said before Some, the 100 meter dash, i쨔m the marathon Against the grain comin like a train As you listen to the sounds that remains insane One on one and it쨔s just begun To get out the ghetto and get something done To be the man you gotta beat the man Don쨔t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum And i쨔ll be here as you disappear And i쨔ll be around amongst the crowd Cause anything i wear is a step on down That쨔s how i쨔ve always been And may the best jam win... 짤1999 Suburban Funk, Inc. |
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4. |
| 4:19 | ||||
I come out my crib
Walk out on the block it¹s hot Yo there¹s a black car parked on the corner hot boys Tnt be creepin, while niggas be on the side Of the soda machine sleeping Word up kid, they seen what you did In the car parked way down the block with binoculars That¹s what they got. Helicopters parked out on the roof 10,000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof You know what this is That all y'all, get on the wall y'all Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all Or you take a mean bad fall y'all Tnt they be playin for keeps Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep. Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew Shot 41 only hit 19 They need target practice, that¹s what it seems to me Ally al is sharpton dan a tack I¹ma be like ally al and fight ya back What, do you want to go to war, you want war? Do you want to go to war, you want war? I¹ll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish Cuz i can do that shit g F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v see. To the highest degree times 3 That¹s what you get fuckin with my family Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots Shootin at oj Don¹t know if he did it Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ain¹t with it The police get out the car searchin for nuthin If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin That¹s fucked up, the way they play dirty Lock em up in jail until he¹s past thirty They don¹t give a fuck about you They don¹t give a fuck about me I¹m past thirty three Word is born, born is my word I got you before my word fails Fuck whatcha heard I keep it real, you never catch me fakin When it comes down to money that¹s what i¹m making Don¹t try and take my shit yo, i know lex yo I¹ll have a fit yo I¹ll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo And that leaves you with nowhere to go Secretly by the police you was hired You my favorite customer i didn¹t know you was wired A nik on the ground, covered by my feet Ay yo rah get the heat Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck? Yo it¹s hot, what they got, 41 shots |
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5. |
| 3:47 | ||||
People runnin' on empty, rock the sympte
Outside 2001, other side of the sun Running, here we go tumblin', few solutions Honey, they polluted the future, got me thinking of a new thing Revolverlution, computer souls, controlled by confusion You be clubbin' while the world around you crumblin' Think it's funny? Bunch of crash test dummies If all this shit means the end of my money This is a stick up, off go the pagers and cellys US Dollar, ain't worth what it's printed on Backed by the Pentagon, sounds like Babylon So I babble on, some of us stuck In them barbershops and them hair salons While the crash comin' at your ass While the crash comin' at your ass like a bomb Now it all comes tumblin', runnin' Time is runnin', runnin' crash is coming Break the bank, spinning since the beginning Now it all comes tumblin', crumblin' Time is runnin', runnin' crash is coming Break the bank, spinning since the beginning Willie dynamite, time to cry and no ice Y2K, fallin' out of the sky, so it's chosen Your ice is frozen, don't cry, dry your eye Ain't this a bitch, fuckin' glitch. mother fucker what The count down to my account, count it down Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, hush make that head bust Last hour no control tower Making new may flowers, fightin' new powers Have you forgotten the other side of rotten Picking electronic cotin' diggin' digital ditches Lookout, lookout for the crash, crash, crash Have you forgotten, have you forgotten Y2K, that's the question What the fuck is up got the 85 guessin'? I told y'all for y'all protection, got me a name change A pair of smith an wessuns, starring crescents Mad packed with the lessons, figure 5 percent Got the 10 counting blessings Programmed by programs got you bowing to the man Avoid collisions in mid air, medic aid and welfare Zero, zero, what the fuck do you care? All the lights be out, you can't get nowhere All around, that's why I found Tony Brown The world we know, it's going down, down, down, down |
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6. |
| 3:28 | ||||
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks
New cats jackin' beats from way back Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax Robbery and snobbery Shit is killin' me softly wit that same damn song Makin' folk dumber in the summer A bummer when they shot willie in that hummer Keep it simple stupid means numbers Payola dough white owned black radio Runnin' on empty help go the desperado So I bomb the toms and negros who pray to cash flow No info to the masses as they shake their asses No clue but I can't get my shit up in to you Crayola with that same same ol shit Crayola with that played playa shit Crayola with that kid crayon shit Crayola with them ol spray on hits All fucked up ways must fall Now the industry can't stop me A vendetta to make the whole game better They get the cheddar all I got is a fuckin' letter What I owe? What am I Another number and a ho, they don't know Time to see 'em go like dominoes About time 'cause they endorsed the crime up in the rhyme Got these new souls controlled goin' outta their mind Missed what I said 'cause they don't even own their own heads Go one go all I forgot they made robots outta some of ya'll Today all fucked up ways must fall Today is up against the wall Misled in the head fucked by quiet storms and love songs Noddin' heads too hollow forgotten tomorrow Swallowing all that shit that's shallow Give the baby anything the baby wants But that's how them bastards get us up in them caskets Try to get me where they want me Before some of them jump me Go tell 'em I'm a start a rebellion Educate the felons easy on, yeah Tell 'em what the fuck am I yellin' No tellin' you got them artists and artificials If it ain't right I don't give a damn if it's sellin' Recruits chasin' and racin' for that loot Usin' usual drum loops so I salute my troops I don't socialize or mingle, fuck the promotionals And you know what and that g-damn single And the marketing team for that matter It don't matter DJ's gettin' dimes for time on a platter I ain't gotta be high to jack so I hijack FM radio EFF 'em turn it around muthafucka Gods to niggas, queens to bitches Race against time see 'em all runnin' for the riches Everything had its chance last dance Some things change like them weather forecasts Ha funny how shit don't last Crayola with that same same ol shit Crayola with that played playa shit Crayola with that kid crayon shit Crayola with them ol spray on hits |
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7. |
| 3:16 | ||||
First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck¹s run amok multiplying like leopards Spots em up the long bombs a record A long shot / 3 minutes 15 seconds If i was cloned never would i be alone Just the two of us mutherfuck the lexus Strange fruit be hangin in texas Rope be holdin the necks Poison politics affects us Get my flow on a show of flexes Got too much love above For the battle of the sexes Now i won¹t go as far as romancin myself Or dancin with wolves or runnin wit the bulls Shit i be in two places at one time Split spaces wit one rhyme Get 3 nickels outta one dime First the sheep next the shepherd Fill generation gaps wit mad raps Get slapped Give four smacks the hell on back Be the father son and the holy ghost As i represent both the east and the west coasts Whatever that¹s worth 360 The planet earth that¹s the whole black man¹s turf Now i be the rational national Ever present international Spy wit the third eye against the conquer and divide Now wit three of me i can run a country Make apocalypse quit do mad shit on the side I go on wit my bad self if i had four of myself I would sacrifice two to get that slave outta you In my eyes be the anger of the furious five Flashbacks cut across psycho tracks Been there done that and i swung a big bat Like that there it is i be the startin six pack First the sheep next the shepherd The east to the west south to the north The music might switch the rhymes never fall off Non alcoholic avoiding the bomb In abortion clinics i be the hero up in it Jack the cracker dat did it Now the magnificent 7 Hip hop gangsta rappin Holdin it down makin it happen From oakland to manhattan If i was eight / i be damn great City to city / state to state Won¹t never be too much on my plate Flow like watergate Wit nine of mine I¹d get piece of mine Again and again Wit that power of ten men Duplicated by the split Of one mean gene an shit Back to the lab Wit them scientific crabs, what next? 3 minutes and 15 seconds |
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8. |
| 4:25 | ||||
Behold The Whole Planet
Upside Down I Put It Down Shuttin Down Disco Clowns I Get Around This Rap Game's Like A Sport Been Thru 2 Passports Ass Stay Up In Airports Black Man Still Gettin No Support Compensation We Ain't Seein Split By Europeans Damn Treated Less Than Human Beings No Matter Africa, Brazil, East St. Louis Or The Caribbean Traveled The 7 Seas Rocked Many Races Spread The Cash Cleaned Trash In A Lotta Low Places Seen The Look Of Love On Many Madd Faces When I Rhymed About The Time And Not The Paper Chases People All Over The World Given Madd Respect When I Identified Who The Government Wrekked What's The Soundscan Ask The Company Rep They Don't Care They Just About Keepin Their Checks Round and Round And Round We Go Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows Hear The Crime Rhyme Created A Lotta Robots Can The Real Lyric Fix The Shit That The Time Forgot Loops Gotcha Brain Gettin Locked Loaded Up Wit Words That Never Meant Alot And You Can't Call The Cops And Yall Don't Really Know And Yall Don't Hear Me Through Takes A Nation Of Big Brains To Break Up That Flow And The Game Ain't Changed But The Heads Be Rearranged In Danger My Language Is Rappin In Anger I Be Bangin So I Point My Finger While We Sleep Racists Set Us Up Like Sheep Every Time I Go Someplace Slaves Up In My Face Black People In A Plantation State No Control Of Soul Wouldn't Know Our Fate Now Am I Wrong To Hate Hate 38 Countries 51 States Now You Tell Me Who In The World Gonna Compensate 100 Million Lost Make A Nigga Wait Gotta Beg The Queen To Get Food On Our Plate Round and Round And Round We Go Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows |
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9. |
| 3:55 | ||||
Madd topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket? People in the hood really ain't got shit How much got spent by the President? Where my money went? Livin' here separate Even heads gotta nerve yellin' represent Beat down cribs funky ghetto adlibs Gadgets, value jets, half lit cigarettes, city limits Put my whole soul in it I been waitin' too long to get where I'm goin' Hatas dissin' this flowin', thinkin' ball and rap Is the greatest thing from blacks Hype, watch a sucka run to it Seems like a river runs through it Simple to do it, pass the can around Try to help one another The pimp got tricks That he learned from the other Go by the color you'll discover Damn everybody ain't no brother Just when you thought it was safe I'm dubbing madd breaks on ol' C.I.A. tapes Ain't no stoppin' who in this country tis of you It's monkey see monkey do Now in the age of followin' the celebrity rage A 12 gauge flipped the whole page The score lopsided in a one sided war Could be more than what you bargained for Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases Till the capital ceases Ain't no difference tween black and white Except the green in between, yeah, right Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound Black like James Brown, it's been goin' down Spirit in your dark ass direction Projection controls perception Got you guessin' in the art of deception Indexes confusin' Rolexes for Rolodexes Another brother fried in Texas Spent my best pay days hittin' off exec's Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up Analysis of the situations Bringing forth alarming revelations Cigars 100,000 dollar cars, what Most of us do the laundry in the bus Is we blessed 'cause fast foods processed Will the last be first can the first be less? Got no leverage Madd thirst for the beverages Now the funk got us dead 'n' drunk Got your drink on but got no think on Now you got beef, wanna knock out teeth Against the land of the lost, gettin' tosses 6 daze a week of course to the bosses Old timers preachin' as born again rhymers In the school gotta walk men Graduates can't talk, man Lyin' between the chalk man Shakin' that money maker That MTV honey is a faker Let ill and Al take her Deaded borders separated by the waters Stats and surveys be off like Saturdays Madd killers reproducin' like caterpillars What's on your mind on the welfare line? Cuttin' Medicaid got us droppin' like flies Words from the wise comin' from the dead Not alive from Facundo Ariel L??쨀pez Trejo |
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10. |
| 4:29 | ||||
I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in a parking lot Far from a meal and a cot On the corner Where all the streets got the same name Maybe my brains on the brink of insane Pain between the papers while sleepin' on the train This the land of milk and honey Know what I'm sayin' The invisible man times three black, down and out Out standing on a corner no doubt Now a nation of homeless sleepin' in bus stations Another win for the pilgrims who said no more Haitians As I proceed someone to feed me is what I need Through three blocks of dealers tryin to hit me off wit weed Avenue and boulevard hungry as a motherfucka Hope to get a ride from a trucker Everybody know I ain't no sucker Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker Away from crazy kids in generation wrecked Dissin' pyramids while praisin' projects Walk past old folks gettin' no respect Callin' young folks a bunch a no good rejects and I walk on An eye for an eye I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin' An for an eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin' So I move on and I walk on Past the preachers and the pimps gettin' their talk on Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be so I roll alone I'm trapped within this skin and these bones Temporary kings on cellular phones Can I last as I walk past Cigarette billboards and malt liquor ads Walkin' on broken bottles and potato chip bags Everyone I see got the nerve to brag Where they from what they got and don't own squat Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot Zombies askin' me what the latest bomb be Should shot the fuckin' sheriff and the fuckin' deputy For okay in the drug trade and lettin' it be But I know prison for me is an industry so I walk I heard the best things in life be free Didn't god make the land the air we breathe Not for the homeless don't give a damn about me In the mirror somebody else is starin' at me Maybe prison is the skin I'm within All this time I been sufferin' can't fix it wit a bufferin' Plus they said I'll never work in this town again Damn so I keep on walkin' An eye for an eye, I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin' An for an eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin' at 'Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin' Li'l day day is big day and just did time Seen him standin' on the unemployment line Which collided wit the line of the health clinic I seen crazy Stacy her ass standin' up in it No more welfare cut her Medicaid Damn my mama used to do her braids I keep walkin so they don't see me But I doubt if they doin' any better than me So I walk on never take the planet for granted I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite I walk past 3 brothers sittin' on the porch Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit Newports Talkin' how they comin' up while they sittin' on their ass As I walk past em I'm a target of their laughs And one said lets get 'em for his fuckin' stash As I walked fast past the other yards wit grass Had a li'l cash tried to make it last From a few deals I made from cleanin' windshields I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley Can't get out the ghetto from New York to Cali I thought I had nuthin' till I felt the knife And now I ain't even got a life |
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11. |
| 5:01 | ||||
When flav starts to get busy
Grabbin the mic and they say who is he Cock deezal breakdown like bill bixbie When I think, yo I think in 360 Gimme the mic an i??쨔ma solve all mystery I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me 'cause when he do, that??쨔s when he kiss dee Titles go by and my style is fly One more time I came here to rhyme Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma go for mine So emcee??쨔s all a y'all shut up When flavor??쨔s in the house we say What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what Now when I do my flavor dance All the ladies go crazy in a trance Nonstop booy from the clock on my watch I can bring it from the bottom and take it to the top Let me rock, come on let me get wit it When I tell you what to get, don??쨔t get offended Gimme the mic and i??쨔ma bend it Transmissions from the sky yo i??쨔ll send it Times on my hands yo sometimes I lend it Though i??쨔m spendin it for a fact I??쨔ll make you say what what Cause flave??쨔s back What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what Now everybody listen to flav If you don??쨔t listen to me you will end up in your grave Most of these people??쨔s rhymes is whack But I got a bunch of rhymes in my napsack Walk on my back with the black hat Got the rhymes to come on the attack Can??쨔t you tell that i??쨔m really good lookin They know me from miami, california Back to brooklyn Even in spain they knew flavor??쨔s name In japan they know i??쨔m nice in the game We maintain yo brothers feel the vibe We did the first album and it came out fly And don??쨔t ask why you won??쨔t understand Styles we got millions of fans So come on get down like this what??쨔s up When flavor grab the mic I will rip your butt What what Let flavor blow it up And if your ready to rock this party tonight Somebody say what what |
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12. |
| 2:36 | ||||
Start a war on the poor gettin mad donations
Takin cheese out of poor nations Got haitians still on sugar plantations Wiped em out called it exotic vacations. As you dig it they set up regulations Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients. What?s the diff no buts ands or ifs... Now i need a place to hide away. Are you ready are you ready Whose the real docs of death Oh no it?s doctor death Killer man atomic b-boys in japan. Another brother dies up in sudan Kevorkian got the heads lookin for that kill em Dead from the feds shit man Contaminated in sad predicaments Blood threats, blastin continents Kings, queens dead presidents Can?t tell me where my chiza went. Take em down blow the house down blaw The evils got you wobblin like weebles Thinking you equal, killin lost peoples No sequal remember biko Whose the real docs of death Oh no it?s doctor death Whose the real docs of death Killin millions til they?re last breath Got no right to be dead ass wrong Killin me softly with your songs Bring the noise But surrounded by cowboys Indigenous but wiped out Diggin new ditches Can you dig it Turnin tricks at the tip of politics The devils slick, gettin their head split I spit at those hypocrites So i sticks to the music Think about it it?s god You better get with the scene Keep you and i from being human beings You deserve what you deserve, If you believe what he believes And into everything you leave. Oh what a tangled web you weave, When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees Bringing satan down to his knees |
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13. |
| 5:14 | ||||
A Dollar A Rhyme But We Barely Get A Dime
If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust Hickory Dickory Dock Hand In My Pocket Robbed Me For My Chocolate Mo Dollars Mo Cents For The Big Six Another Million Led To Bled Claimin They Innocence Is It Any Wonder Why Black Folks Goin Under Cause Niggas Be Sold In Bundles No Pressure Tell Me Why They Don't Care Rap And R & B Pavin The Streets Of Belair From The Sales Of Singers No Longer Here The Bigger Killer Gets The Bigger Share Now The Ones I Attack The Negros Got Their Back And Know 80-20 Is A Whack Contract Forever Lack The Voice Of Real Black Stole Rock And Roll And Ain't Gave It Back Started Off My Defense Now They're The Ones I Defend Against Who Fell Up Into The Tricks Fuck The Fight The Power Shit Get That Chuck D Nigga Fixed And Keep Him Up Outta The Mix Well Hell Tell Em Chuck Don't Suck No Dick Be An Ass And The Ass Get Kicked Hand In My Pocket Robbed Me For My Chocolate Watch Em Swindle Yo Ass And Turn A Profit If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust They Don't Care About Me They Don't Care About You They Don't Care About You And Ya Crew Ya Family Neighborhood And Plus They Don't Give A Damn About Us Profit Off The Soul Of Black Folk Turn Em Into Bitchez And Niggas And Stupid Ass Jokes Laugh Wit Us Or Laughin At Us That Is What I'm Guessin We Interrupt This Program Wit That Question Laughin All The Way To The Bank Remember Dem Own The Banks And Dem G-Damn Tanks Now What Company Do I Thank Ain't This A Bitch Heard They Owned Slaves And A Ship That Sank If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust This Is For The Blues People In The Delta This Is For Everybody In The 50's That Didn't Get Their Money Little Richard Gettin Half A Penny A Penny All The Super Soul Singers Of The 60's All The Bands Of The 70's On The Outside Lookin In All The People That Didn't Make A Dime Off Their Session Playin And Even The Rappers In The 80's And The 90's Still Tryin To Get Paid For What They Put In If You Don't Own The Master Then The Master Own You Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust From The Back Of The Bus Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul And Swindler's Lust |
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14. |
| 4:18 | ||||
Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminator's back on some ol' fools track Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back Flippin disco raps used to be whack Now what you hear is what you lack Take a lil bit of this a lil bit of dat Who dropped the bomb on hip hop Who got biggie and who shot tupac What's forgot / ain't no eazy, no scott larock Now what's rap gotta do wit what you got For whom the bell tolls Is that the way the story goes 85% believing all the videos God knows / who controls the radios Some people chose the road to be hoes And so i rose / in the middle of all the woes And def jam / negroes turnin up their nose There's one way in no way out No doubt the body count Gettin headz checkin out Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Time to make life shine again like glass Gotta make it shine like glass Outraged against the scene Proofread the script Flipped it back so i'm back in gang green We interrupt this routine i had a dream Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean Between the triple team Wiped em out like a drought Damn i'm raps tetracycline Them lips foretold these apocalypse Everything had a shot And got hit wit bullshit Twisted politics tricks i couldn't get wit As one quits another nitwit hits All the way crazy, shady World turned upside down I put it down Why destroy what you love Look around Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground Where the lost got found Why it all come tumblin down Why he and she gotta die Now how dat sound Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down On & on to the break a dawn Some the 100 meter dash i'm the marathon Been around a long time But the rhyme the same Sound remains insane Exchange the reign Ain't that somethin Figure i smashed the pumpkin So i parallel the brains of cobain Show no shame like the pain of kane Gettin madd opposition hip to the game It's that gran ol' pe ammo Different time different channel Funky piano Here to witness get on up with a quickness S1's in the house Wit the thickness that get dis 1 2 3 4 5 attackin they frat Griff is back got 5 on it black The track got x on the decks Terminators back cause a dat is whack On the 1 and 2 Yeah go flavor Pe hit the road gettin set to explode Fight the power for peace Can't forget the war mode Overload There she blows Here we go Now you know Damn another alamo Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down Do you wanna go our way This the way we puttin this down |
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15. |
| 3:20 | ||||
Here i go, i don쨔t give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit i쨔m the reverse of jiggy All that prettiness running on empty Only wusses need pity, no i ain쨔t from the city 5 minutes of fame if you don쨔t know my name Oh yeah, i쨔m that field nigga they all fear Here쨔s a madd salute to all my troops Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits I spits and i vomit cause i come like a comet Better quit it if y'all don쨔t know what y'all gettin from it Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin it Come on come with it, i think i쨔ll fit it Go to war but what the hell i쨔m fightin for As i soar yeah baby i like it raw No cigar, i ran over the pop star wit my car, Again and may the best jam win... Here i go - there you go Bingo, it don쨔t matter if this platter쨔s a single Needin needles like the beatles needin ringo From the beginnin i told you how to see through the linen All that talk but that쨔s the way The side walks in new york I simplify cause you might be high Rip shit in the pit so what you don쨔t like it This is man shit a hip hop trip On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped Got out psyched down on that turnpike I knew this philly who just wouldn쨔t get right Cause i was aware as a square in delaware Execs writing checks for sex in spandex Radios gettin sucked by labels under the table Mix dj쨔s gettin overpaid for airplay Try to shut me down like ray, what i say? Fuck your friends and may the best jam win Here i go - there you go Mirror mirror i쨔m finger pointin at the man It is i, i interrupt the program Chuck d rubberneckin with the fans Pe don쨔t give a damn about uncle sam And on and on like i said before Some, the 100 meter dash, i쨔m the marathon Against the grain comin like a train As you listen to the sounds that remains insane One on one and it쨔s just begun To get out the ghetto and get something done To be the man you gotta beat the man Don쨔t confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum And i쨔ll be here as you disappear And i쨔ll be around amongst the crowd Cause anything i wear is a step on down That쨔s how i쨔ve always been And may the best jam win... 짤1999 Suburban Funk, Inc. |
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16. |
| 3:35 | ||||
Behold The Whole Planet
Upside Down I Put It Down Shuttin Down Disco Clowns I Get Around This Rap Game's Like A Sport Been Thru 2 Passports Ass Stay Up In Airports Black Man Still Gettin No Support Compensation We Ain't Seein Split By Europeans Damn Treated Less Than Human Beings No Matter Africa, Brazil, East St. Louis Or The Caribbean Traveled The 7 Seas Rocked Many Races Spread The Cash Cleaned Trash In A Lotta Low Places Seen The Look Of Love On Many Madd Faces When I Rhymed About The Time And Not The Paper Chases People All Over The World Given Madd Respect When I Identified Who The Government Wrekked What's The Soundscan Ask The Company Rep They Don't Care They Just About Keepin Their Checks Round and Round And Round We Go Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows Hear The Crime Rhyme Created A Lotta Robots Can The Real Lyric Fix The Shit That The Time Forgot Loops Gotcha Brain Gettin Locked Loaded Up Wit Words That Never Meant Alot And You Can't Call The Cops And Yall Don't Really Know And Yall Don't Hear Me Through Takes A Nation Of Big Brains To Break Up That Flow And The Game Ain't Changed But The Heads Be Rearranged In Danger My Language Is Rappin In Anger I Be Bangin So I Point My Finger While We Sleep Racists Set Us Up Like Sheep Every Time I Go Someplace Slaves Up In My Face Black People In A Plantation State No Control Of Soul Wouldn't Know Our Fate Now Am I Wrong To Hate Hate 38 Countries 51 States Now You Tell Me Who In The World Gonna Compensate 100 Million Lost Make A Nigga Wait Gotta Beg The Queen To Get Food On Our Plate Round and Round And Round We Go Where The Worlds Headed Nobody Knows |
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17. |
| 5:43 | ||||
I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in a parking lot Far from a meal and a cot On the corner Where all the streets got the same name Maybe my brains on the brink of insane Pain between the papers while sleepin on the train This the land of milk and honey Know what I'm sayin The invisible man times three Black, down and out Out standing on a corner no doubt Now a nation of homeless Sleepin in bus stations Another win for the pilgrims Who said no more haitians As I proceed Someone to feed me is what I need Through three blocks of dealers Tryin to hit me off wit weed Avenue and boulevard hungry as a Motherfucker Hope to get a ride from a trucker Everybody know I ain't no sucker Everyone used to drop 30 at the rucker Away from crazy kids in generation wrecked Dissin pyramids while praisin projects Walk past old folks gettin no respect Callin young folks a bunch a no good rejects And I walk on An eye for an eye I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin at Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin An eye for a eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin at Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin So I move on and I walk on Past the preachers and the pimps gettin their talk on Now why do home gotta be where the negative roam To be or not to be so I roll alone I'm trapped within this skin and these bones Temporary kings on cellular phones Can I last as I walk past Cigarette Billboards and Malt Liquor Ads Walkin on broken bottles and potato chip bags Everyone I see got the nerve to brag Where they from what they got And don't own squat Disrespect where they from and ya might get shot Zombies askin me what the latest Bomb Bay Should shot the fuckin sheriff and the fuckin deputy For ok in the drug trade and lettin it be But I know prison for me is an industry So I Walk I heard the best things in life be free Didn't god make the land the air we breathe Not for the homeless don't give a damn about me In the mirror somebody else is starin at me Maybe prison is the skin I'm within All this time I been sufferin can't fix it wit a bufferin Plus they said I'll never work in this town again Damn so I keep on walkin An eye for an eye I can't recognize the man in the mirror Is it I, it is I now who this cat I'm lookin at Cause I've been waiting so long to get where I'm goin An eye for an eye in this country tis of thee Now how the hell can I be free Who this cat I'm lookin at Cause I been lost so long without anybody knowin Lil day day is big day and just did time Seen him standin on the unemployment line Which collided wit the line of the health clinic I seen Crazy Stacy her ass standin up in it No more welfare cut her medicaid Damn my mama used to do her braids I keep walkin so they don't see me But I doubt if they doin any better than me So I walk on never take the planet for granted I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite I walk pastast three brothers sittin on the porch Wit a yard of dirt and littered wit Newports Talkin how they comin up while they sittin on their ass As I walk past em I'm a target of their laughs And one said lets get em for his fuckin stash As I walked fast past the other yards wit grass Had a lil cash tried to make it last From a few deals I made from cleanin windshields I ran like a rally they caught me in an alley Can't get out the ghetto from New York to Cali I thought I had nothin till I felt the knife And now I ain't even got a life |
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18. |
| 3:25 | ||||
All I want to do is get paid back
for all that time I spent in the back Livin' in shacks fillin' up sacks of cotton Now it's what we fought you're makin' six packs There's some got our hope out of control of my soul pass the Ol' Gold Behold the pale horse Supreme Court Sweatin' niggas like sports Hunt a nigga for sport See a nigga play sports no support On the outside lookin' in If that's what's up then I ain't never been in style then Everything is anything, anything is upbeat of nothing Once again, poisoned from the paper and pen You better defend that bullshit on the other end Fuck your own thing, if your own thing's the wrong thing Fuck dem chicken wings Last able man standing Follow what? I ain't understanding What's better to understand then be misunderstood? 'cause the FBI is up to no good Power to the peeps who come with their own drum And don't end up like sheep [Chorus: ] Kill! Kill Em Live! [Repeat: 3X] Verse 2: Chuck D Mad heads confused by the isms Bustin' caps incoginisms Phone taps, makin' sure they record ya From my midnight plane to Georgia, uhh Ancient to ???? player The life giver, the name take-awayer Propaganda can't gasp the last man standing Assassinate all the plannin' Get wreck, what you see is what you get To plunder more stars than Trek 21st Century Robin Hood I guess the politics are robbin' hoods Fuck the Government 'cause you know that I would 'Cause the FBI is up to no good Power to the peeps who come with their own drum And don't end up like sheep [Chorus: Repeat 5X] Be a bitch is a foreign crime Engine, engine number 9 Engineerin' monopolies, triggers and uninsured jalopy's Catchin' more lock than companies Engineerin' opinion and policies Herd following like sheep Following of the sheep will be sheep based on what they heard from their peeps, uhh Able to straddle quick beats without a battle Politician assassinated Rappers get shot, quote Chris Rock "To have, to have not" is the question Yes, them 'have nots' be robots All the sheeps have forgot The 'haves' keep the 'have nots' guessin' under them Smith & Wessuns [Chorus: Repeat 7X] |