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End Of The Time (Dilated Peoples)




Hook:
It all comes down to this it all comes down (x3)

A lot of match to insense I'm tense with every sentence
Dence is how my weed is I rock them ill Adidas
Yo my feet is in deep peep my twist lingustics
Loud like Steve Ripkith but most of y'all won't miss it
To some it comes slower others much faster
My rhymes stand out like calliped at the Masters
Ask the question "Yo let me step up"
I say you can't try us cause fools dying
Before they get the chance like Len Blias
Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade
More content then when rent is paid
And renitent like raider spraid
Oow yo first date is made for those who needed evidence
Becoming ill never defeating the purpose
But I propose my flows goes off the deep end
Living everyday of the week like a weekend
That's just my lifestyle I'll cut like a knife while
You'll dull like shine never mind it's the end of the time

Hook:
"It's the end of the time" -Group Home

While some crash the backboard I slash the blackboard
With permanet chalf I decode your thought
Thee eraser I will rip apart to make a marker
Flooded with more sheets now lines are darker
But who would of thought when nine years have past
The lines will contain the signs of the pat
And when my day finally comes at last
I resound taking out mad fools in the blast

Evidence will keep it on lyrics hi tech like tron
Visualize pictures drawn in neon
With suttle backdrops blackk for silouetts
Torn up cities that floundered nothing left
No fish in the streams no natural greens
Like a dream or a scene from 2014
But that's the next let my stay on the line
Evidence violated till the end of the time

Hook (x2)

I pick up vibes like God part of Quarty Hey
Through my brain sends my arms back signals of pain
I take you where I need to go from the scheme to the store
I travel when i flow we can do Mars like Joe
Then stroll back to Earth critique your transmission
You must renovate then innovate in a dimension
Not just of sound and sight but of mind like the twilight
Your rhymes are incomplete like a piece without the highlight
I be that artist painting pictures lyrically
In 3D to make that picture pop out spherically
When I rap I do laps like Tyco race tracks
So I bomb exact I sue my airial map
Poetic contractor design and build
Many intricate messages are messed with skill
Prescriptions are filled by traditional
Medicinal appressional rhymes
To break down before the end of the time

Hook (x2)

Outro:
Shit that's how we do it. Dilated Peoples just rule
"It's the end of the time" (x4)


Here Come The Lords (Lords Of The Underground)




[DoItAll] Hey yo Funke wake up!
[Mr. Funke] Huh?
[DoItAll] Turn your radio up!
[Mr. Funke] What?!
[DoItAll] It's us!
[Mr. Funke] It's US?!
[DoItAll] Yeah listen to the cut!
It's our style!
[Mr. Funke] Our style?
[DoItAll] Your style
[Mr. Funke] Stop brother
[DoItAll] Aiyyo nigga wake up "let me show you some thin!"
Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and phrases
Listen, listen, it's drivin me CRA-ZY
Cause everytime I do a style and flip it kind of simple
Brothers say, "That's fat," and do it on the demo
From a demo to a promo now a hit on the radio
Next thing you know, they'll be doing our video
[Mr. Funke] Same one?
[DoItAll] Same one! Concepts, whole nine
And crazy similarities to the whole rhyme
I'm not worried though (why?) I'm flippin hits from the grill
And in the underground only real stays real, so umm
check the skills, the skills are kinda ill and yo
Here Come the Lords, cause we're here to make a kill!

(Here Come the Lords) 7X

[Mr. Funke] Aiyyo, Marley!
[Marley] Aiyyo whassup knocka?
[Mr. Funke] Do you hear these suckas tryin to clock the Lord Chief Rocka
[Marley] Yeah I hear em, they're just a bunch of clones on your bone
[Mr. Funke] Hold up, I'm tryin to figure out where could they get my style from
Aiyyo wait a minute, remember the tape you shopped around a while back?
[Marley] Yo what, wasn't that your boys?
[Mr. Funke] Now they got our stuff down pat!
[Marley] Yo man don't sweat it, just show em why they call you Mr. Funke
Yo Lord Jazz, pass me some of that Brass Brass Monkey

[Mr. Funke]
Here Come the Lords, Here Come the Lords, Mr. Funke don't you see me?
I told you we were comin, you suckas didn't believe me
The Skipper, my Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper
I'm hangin other rappers like your girl hangs on my zipper
Lord Jazz, hit me one time, make it funky
Stop being stingy knocka, pass that Brass Monkey
I step, off a stage, everyone knows, who I am
Grab the mic like Teddy Riley and I _Jam_ (chicka, aawww, Jam)
Give me the mic and watch me wax that***horn sample*
Keep the camera moving cause I'm kinda fast *horn sample*
You can trip, you can flip, you could even slip or dip
but you'll never ever rip, Funke style as good as this
Because you sound like you're drugged, you might as well be a singer
Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky Fingaz
So when I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be down
Just dig the sound, cause here comes the Lords of the Underground

(Here Come the Lords) 7X

[DoItAll]
Well umm, open up the doors and yell, Here Come the Lords
Yell it loud yell it loud, let me hear it from a crowd
I packs em, _In the Closet_ like Michael Jackson
And love to hear the girls go OOH when I'm rockin
So catch it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it
And caught you on the dillz from my jam called _Check It_
Check it check it check it check it microphone check it
Yeah, you went wild, cause your moms digs my records
So come on, I'm takin you where the sun don't shine
The underground, but everything is fine
I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets hectic
Your vocal chords'll get CRACKED, you gets no chloraseptic
So hit em, so chill, chill man chill
I know who used to be but now who's _Top Bill_
Well it's me, and yes, I am back by the Funke
Marley filled the House with Hits so you know The Lords are chunky
We stink, like pee-eww, funk from my shoe
But what about this funk, can two brothers like us do
but get down like James Brown and rock the whole town
Hah! And now The Lords have broke ground

(Here Come the Lords) 7X
(Here Come the Lords) 7X

* Lord Jazz cuts n scratches 'Here Come the Lords' *

The Blue Lotus (My Dying Bride)

Under the darkened, Ancient oak
Gentle in the nights breeze
I stop and stare, rest a while
With hands upon my knees
Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub
I spy my journeys end
Black it looms, silent gloom
The castle called Avend
On I trot, past forest eyes
Past horrors of the night
Through the dark, I see a sign
A gentle glowing light

Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy
Towards the golden window
My heart pounds my breath is rushed
As I fight both brick and branch
The ledge is mine and over I sweep
Silent like the falling snow
Quiet, I slip across the polished floor
Tonight, I will dine with chance

The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
Thay say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought Though, still

So there she lay spleeping upon the bed
Half covered by fantastic silks
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
A sight I will always recall
A single candle that showed me the way
Through forest, river and hills
Glows upon that lovely skin
Shadows dancing aroun the walls

Closer I creep, toward my prize
The Blue Lotus lies before me
Her lips are full, red as blood
Moist as they invite me
Stoop I did to kiss those lips
In that glowing room
When suddenly, she did awake,
Her eyes filled with doom
From silks, her hands were round my neck
Escape there was no hope
A brief flash of teeth is all I saw
And gone was my throat
Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me
Red was all I saw
She drank her fill and watched me fall
Gently to the floor

A league away my death is found
By locals who tens this land
Who lay me down in shllow earth
A single Lotus placed in my hand

Just Another Day (Lloyd Banks)

[Lloyd Banks]
Man what the ** are you lookin for?
Can't a young nigga make money any more
Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store
Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor
Niggaz be on stage bendin over on tour
Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw
Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go
puttin ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl
Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads
Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know
I got a Houston ho - nah she ain't the sharpest knife
in the drawer but she a damn good booster though
See I could ** a supermodel with my {?} works
Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt
I got a year into the game
A 141 rocks layin on my chain, geah!

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Just another day, chillin in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin round with the H-K, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chillin in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

[Lloyd Banks]
Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead
And I know, it's all over the way I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said
'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head
The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through
Then follow, your**and whoever ran with you
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleedin around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you
So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid
The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did
The O.G.'s tryin to hide they phony smilin
Reputation always arise in Coney Island
I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speakin of shirts, get a new white T
God damn it feels good to be me - nigga!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Now I'm goin, shoppin with a plastic card now
I'm growin, knockin international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holdin, a glock so don't even act that hard now
You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown
So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down
Cause I ain't tryin to start my visits, with the **in judge
givin niggaz life like it's parkin tickets
Now I get to go to bed with a model
And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle
I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces
Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix
You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm but
My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a **
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!

[Chorus]

Your Eyes Are Beautiful (Joe & Ellen)

Lying in my car
I called you all afternoon
I'd hoped you had not gone out yet
I hoped the ring would wake you up

The day'd been hurting me
I'd wasted all my time
I broke things that did not belong to me
I was afraid of everyone

Chorus:
Well correct me if I'm wrong
We used to be far gone
Lovers outside the window
It's not how you used to pull
Your eyes are beautiful

I see your face all the time
Diluted in the sky
Like that poem scribbled on your wall
The clouds shadow us

Even when they're filled with jealousy
I still smile to think I have
A friend with eyes like storm clouds
Dark and beautiful and fierce

Chorus:
Well correct me if I'm wrong
We used to be far gone
Lovers outside the window
I'm so empty, I'm so full
Your eyes are beautiful

Here Come The Money (WWE Anthology)

Here comes the money

Here we go

Money talks
Here comes the money

Money, money, money, money, money

Dollar, dollar
Dollar, dollar

Ching ching
Bling bling
Cut the Chatter
You ain't talking money
Then your talking don't matter

Ching ching
Bling bling
Patting pockets
You make a dollar dollar
Can't a damn so stop it

Stop it

Here comes the new kid on the block
Hold all your bets here's where the buck stops
See first of all I am stepping out on my own
Bout time I elevated to claim my own throne

Success in my blood
Call it home grown
Pores reeking testosterone
Power and money got me crazy, cocky

No longer need you papi
I know your mad because you can't stop me
And if you wonder how this playa just scooped your honey
I think she smelled my cologne
It's called brand new money

Making me make some moves my name a damn thing funny
Pimping hood rats and playboy bunnies

They see the

Money, money, money, money, money


They say it
They say it

Money, money, money, money, money

They want
They want

They want
Money

I'm global dollar dollar
And roll without, baby
Dress and looking spiffy
Don't like clean money

I want my riches to be filthy
Cos with this retirement fund
I can't get none til I'm sixty
So what am I supposed to do
Roll and do
Stand there empty pockets
Selling thing i only do

Ching ching
Bling bling
Cashing cash in lumps
It's a four wheel here to jack
And I'm selling them out my trunk

Whenever, whatever it takes to shake

Dollar dollar
Although in that direction wait a minute
Holla, holla

All wants to know
Where they go
Where they went
And I'm making monster money
Smelling just like a mint


Money, money, money, money, money



Money, money, money, money, money


Ching ching
Bling bling
Cut the Chatter
You ain't talking money
Then your talking don't matter

Ching ching
Bling bling
Patting pockets
You make a dollar dollar
Can't a damn so stop it

Stop it

Here comes the new kid on the block
Hold all your bets here's where the buck stops
See first of all I am stepping out on my own
Bout time I elevated to claim my own throne

Success in my blood
Call it home grown
Pores reeking testosterone
Power and money got me crazy, cocky

No longer need you papi
I know your mad because you can't stop me
And if you wonder how this playa just scooped your honey
I think she smelled my cologne
It's called brand new money

Making me make some moves ain't a damn thing funny
Pimping hood rats and playboy bunnies

They see the

Money, money, money, money, money


They say it
They say it

Money, money, money, money, money

They want
They want

They want
Money

I'm global dollar dollar
And roll without, baby
Dress and looking spiffy
Don't like clean money

I want my riches to be filthy
Cos with this retirement fund
I can't get none til I'm sixty
So what am I supposed to do
Roll and do
Stand there empty pockets
Selling thing i only do

Ching ching
Bling bling
Cashing cash in lumps
It's a four wheel here to jack
And I'm selling them out my trunk

Whenever, whatever it takes to shake

Dollar dollar
Although in that direction wait a minute
Holla, holla

All wants to know
Where they go
Where they went
And I'm making monster money
Smelling just like a mint


Money, money, money, money, money

I Like Texas (Pat Green)

From Dalhart to Del Rio and out El Paso way, well I'll be doin' fine on Houston time, and when the sun sets on the Copano Bay, well from way up where the Red River flows, on down to the Rio Grande, I was born a native Texican, and I'm proud to say that I am.

Yeah I like Texas, Ain't it fine here,
Like to pick my guitar down in Luckenbach, and drink that Shiner Bock beer,
Yeah I like Texas, man there ain't no doubt,
just listen to me 'cause I know what I'm talkin' about.

Well there's old dancehalls and little cafe's, where you can get a taste of the Lone Star State, strap on your boots and have yourself a laugh or two, well there's no line dancin' just straight romancin', that hill country lore is what I fancy, where streams run clear and Lord the skies they are so blue.

Yeah I like Texas, Ain't it fine here,
Like to pick my guitar down in Old Green Hall, and drink that Shiner Bock beer,
Yeah I like Texas, man there ain't no doubt,
just listen to me 'cause I know what I'm talkin' about.

It's a two day old burrito on a lukewarm beer to go, on the Sunday side of a road trip weekend, and Lordy I was feelin' so low, when somebody flipped on the jukebox, and I heard old Bob Wills say, "won't cha' stay all night stay a little longer", so I held on another day.

Here Comes The Money (WWE Anthology)

Here comes the money

Here we go

Money talks
Here comes the money

Money, money, money, money, money

Dollar, dollar
Dollar, dollar

Ching ching
Bling bling
Cut the Chatter
You ain't talking money
Then your talking don't matter

Ching ching
Bling bling
Patting pockets
You make a dollar dollar
Can't a damn so stop it

Stop it

Here comes the new kid on the block
Hold all your bets here's where the buck stops
See first of all I am stepping out on my own
Bout time I elevated to claim my own throne

Success in my blood
Call it home grown
Pores reeking testosterone
Power and money got me crazy, cocky

No longer need you papi
I know your mad because you can't stop me
And if you wonder how this playa just scooped your honey
I think she smelled my cologne
It's called brand new money

Making me make some moves my name a damn thing funny
Pimping hood rats and playboy bunnies

They see the

Money, money, money, money, money


They say it
They say it

Money, money, money, money, money

They want
They want

They want
Money

I'm global dollar dollar
And roll without, baby
Dress and looking spiffy
Don't like clean money

I want my riches to be filthy
Cos with this retirement fund
I can't get none til I'm sixty
So what am I supposed to do
Roll and do
Stand there empty pockets
Selling thing i only do

Ching ching
Bling bling
Cashing cash in lumps
It's a four wheel here to jack
And I'm selling them out my trunk

Whenever, whatever it takes to shake

Dollar dollar
Although in that direction wait a minute
Holla, holla

All wants to know
Where they go
Where they went
And I'm making monster money
Smelling just like a mint

Money, money, money, money, money



Money, money, money, money, money


Ching ching
Bling bling
Cut the Chatter
You ain't talking money
Then your talking don't matter

Ching ching
Bling bling
Patting pockets
You make a dollar dollar
Can't a damn so stop it

Stop it

Here comes the new kid on the block
Hold all your bets here's where the buck stops
See first of all I am stepping out on my own
Bout time I elevated to claim my own throne

Success in my blood
Call it home grown
Pores reeking testosterone
Power and money got me crazy, cocky

No longer need you papi
I know your mad because you can't stop me
And if you wonder how this playa just scooped your honey
I think she smelled my cologne
It's called brand new money

Making me make some moves ain't a damn thing funny
Pimping hood rats and playboy bunnies

They see the

Money, money, money, money, money


They say it
They say it

Money, money, money, money, money

They want
They want

They want
Money

I'm global dollar dollar
And roll without, baby
Dress and looking spiffy
Don't like clean money

I want my riches to be filthy
Cos with this retirement fund
I can't get none til I'm sixty
So what am I supposed to do
Roll and do
Stand there empty pockets
Selling thing i only do

Ching ching
Bling bling
Cashing cash in lumps
It's a four wheel here to jack
And I'm selling them out my trunk

Whenever, whatever it takes to shake

Dollar dollar
Although in that direction wait a minute
Holla, holla

All wants to know
Where they go
Where they went
And I'm making monster money
Smelling just like a mint


Money, money, money, money, money

Just One More Song (Avalanch)

Oh Lord of this grey world
Bring colour to my life
Inspire me in my song
With all that's good to make me strong
Oh Lord of this grey world
Give me one more day to heal
Turn my tears to a river of notes
Into an ocean of melodies

Oh Lord of this grey world
The sun hides its light from me
A darkness blacker than blackest night
Leaves me blinded with no insight

Have the poets all left us?
Words written, forgotten and no one cares
Have the poets all left us?
Like dead roses in gardens of sadness
Their petals fall like the tears I cried for thee
Have the poets all left us?
Will anyone mourn this loss with me
Have the poets all left us?
On their tomb is a secret in stone,
it's a poem of love
That no one recalls... no one recalls

Oh Lord of this grey world
Have you gone too? Why do you hide?
Send my spirit into the night
And set this song into flight

In this age that lacks of grace
Where poets die and leave no trace
Do I toil this night long
All for a rhyme, all for a song?

Tell me why
I can't free the melody inside of me
Tell me why
I can't find the muse for just one more song...

Have the poets all left us?
Words written, forgotten and no one cares
Have the poets all left us?
Like dead roses in gardens of sadness
Their petals fall like the tears I cried for thee
Have the poets all left us?
Will anyone mourn this loss with me
Have the poets all left us?
On their tomb is a secret in stone,
it's a poem of love
That no one recalls...

by AleisterCrowley

Scared (AutumnBlaze)

I sleep on a thin drowning rope
To burn inside the fragile sea
I saw you fall many days
My nights were cruel - windless boughs
To you I wrote fevered rhymes
Oppressive sounds inspired me
I am...
...scared of a moment that won't come
...scared of a landscape draped with clouds
...scared of a wilted envelope
...scared of your poem's parting verse


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