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Listen Francisco Santiago - Ave Maria (2005)


Lyrics

Destined To Die (Necro)

[Necro]

This is a Captain Carnage and Necrophiliac duet of death!
It's the Witchcraft Killer!!!

[Captain Carnage]

Fillin my **in bed with skulls
Choppin up bodies until my blade dulls
I don't give a ** about the people dyin
Try to take mines and on your **in back, you'll be lyin
Then, like a corpse in a dead morgue
I find your **in body in Prostate Park, bitch
I'll have you **in hangin like a **in killa on a meathook
Then your **in flesh is getting cooked
Roastin, I chop up **in poor man is toasted
I suggest that you dont **in piss me off
Now cunt, my **in hollow tips ain't soft
I rip up your rectum, blow out your back
When I body attack, I'm a **in maniac
I don't know who the **in I am, or where the ** I'm goin
Cause another dead body is what I'm persuin
So I continue to laugh
Knowin any given moment, I could join a bloodbath

[Chorus 2x (Necro and Captain Carnage)]

Destined to die kid! (Destined to die)
Mother**ers are just destined to die!!

[Captain Carnage]

Again I bloody and shush
When I flush and you mush
Down a toilet
I wipe my **in "Green Soylent"
Throw down a log, then I make sure you die
There's no escapin New York, even if you **in try
I stick my **in pick, my jagged blade always slices
Get too close, and I kill you with my **in knife, kid
I chop a ** gorilla up, then I poach her
When I reimpulse ya, they **in won't know ya
A leg here, an organ over there
Your **in body parts scattered every **in where
So demented, I convict them consequently
Kid, I beat the mother**in bitch that I tormented
In my dungeon, I'll be **in plungin
All types of cunts that this dude's **in life functions
I cut and you wind up in my backyard
It's gore, wives should get their **in legs cut
Violators get smeared with tar and feathers
Bitches get slapped up a different type of lettuce
I'm **in stingy, I'll be quick to rip the last piece of flesh
I'm lookin forward to seein your death

[Chorus]

[Captain Carnage]

What the ** you lookin at you stupid ugly motha**a
I shoot you like a dog in a heartbeat, then rape
I **in eat your brains for lunch
Your bones go crunch, as I **in much your corpse
Cause you wenches though somethin proper but until you stepped up
Kid you get swept up
Like a dolla, if you **in try to holla
I'll be leavin you wit a bloody **in colla
Motha**a, I never swallow my pride
I'd rather see you die, than let a motha**a slide
Motha**s get dissed and clowned
Try to get loud, I'll leave you dead with a **in cloud
I make abortions
I got a **in full clip
And my silencer
Makes it more violenter
So motha**a, don't ** wit me
Cause I'll, be ready to unload my gat until it's empty
I never break a motha**a at his party
I'd rather see him harder than a motha**in bloody gauntlet
And after all the **in smoke clears
I'll be on my way to buy a couple of beers
And if your black, you get knocked quick by beastly mallet
I chop up poor punks like salad
I come equipped with the proper utensils
Stab at a bitch and then until their bloody blood spills
Cause I'm too paranoid to avoid
I massacre, you'll be one dead **in passenger
And this is a message from Captain Carnage, black
And I'm **in out like **in "Kojak"

[Chorus]

[Necro]

My crew mad, we'll kill a cocksuckin fag, don't mean to brag
But I'll leave you bloodier than a bitches rag
Necro slaughters niggas in my gory quarters
I drink the blood from my orders
I **that bitch Crystal Waters
No survivors, you'll slide and sink in **in saliva
I killed Arnold Shwarzanegger then raped Maria Shleyever
I stick swords in the abdomens of my landlord
Leavin him crippled by cast that got shot in his spinal chord
Hoistin your **in head when you get your**plugged
Electrocute his death when I dropped the radio in the bathtub
You won't persue your motha**in nerves
When dinner's served, I'll be eatin **in human hors deuvors
I got vaginal fluid on my knife
I'm out like the last nut Bobbitt will ever bust to **his wife

[Chorus]

[Captain Carnage]

Necrophliac is destined to ** a corpse

[Necro]

Captain Carnage is destined to murda

[Captain Carnage]

Du Riz is destined to hustle

[Necro]

J.E.Z is destined to mug

[Captain Carnage]

Gore too, is destined to mug. Die!!!

Zimbabwe (Bob Marley)

Every man gotta right to decide his own destiny,
And in this judgement there is no partiality.
So arm in arms, with arms, we'll fight this little struggle,
'Cause that's the only way we can overcome our little trouble.

Brother, you're right, you're right,
You're right, you're right, you're so right!
We gon' fight (we gon' fight), we'll have to fight (we gon' fight),
We gonna fight (we gon' fight), fight for our rights!

Natty Dread it in-a (Zimbabwe);
Set it up in (Zimbabwe);
Mash it up-a in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
Africans a-liberate (Zimbabwe), yeah.

No more internal power struggle;
We come together to overcome the little trouble.
Soon we'll find out who is the real revolutionary,
'Cause I don't want my people to be contrary.

And, brother, you're right, you're right,
You're right, you're right, you're so right!
We'll 'ave to fight (we gon' fight), we gonna fight (we gon' fight)
We'll 'ave to fight (we gon' fight), fighting for our rights!

Mash it up in-a (Zimbabwe);
Natty trash it in-a (Zimbabwe);
Africans a-liberate Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
I'n'I a-liberate Zimbabwe.

(Brother, you're right,) you're right,
You're right, you're right, you're so right!
We gon' fight (we gon' fight), we'll 'ave to fight (we gon' fight),
We gonna fight (we gon' fight), fighting for our rights!

To divide and rule could only tear us apart;
In everyman chest, mm - there beats a heart.
So soon we'll find out who is the real revolutionaries;
And I don't want my people to be tricked by mercenaries.

Brother, you're right, you're right,
You're right, you're right, you're so right!
We'll 'ave to fight (we gon' fight), we gonna fight (we gon' fight),
We'll 'ave to fight (we gon' fight), fighting for our rights!

Natty trash it in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
Mash it up in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
Set it up in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
Africans a-liberate Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
Africans a-liberate Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
Natty dub it in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe).

Set it up in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
Africans a-liberate Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe);
Every man got a right to decide his own destiny

Another Mystery (Dar Williams)

Get off your catwalk, I want you to talk
To be the seer instead of the seen
There is a flower, a leaning tower
And all of the wonders standing between

I don't want to be another mystery, oh no
I don't want to see who's looking at me, oh no
I want to be the one to feel the sun, oh, oh
So if you want to see the world with me, let's go

The alligator, the god that made her
And all the creatures that got left behind
In Mycenaea, Ave Maria
And everything you gotta dig harder to find
I don't want to be a vapor of heavenly light
Everybody guess if I'm an angel or sprite

I don't want to be another mystery, oh no
I don't want to see who's looking at me, oh no
I want to be the one to feel the sun, oh, oh
So if you want to see the world with me, let's go

You could pursue it, hell I could do it
I'll just be quiet when I get angry and hurt
I'm stopping traffic, cinemagraphic
With my long black coat hanging down in the dirt
And my hair clinging to my face in the rain
Like a goddess from the cult of beautiful pain

I don't want to be another mystery
I don't want to be another mystery

I could cut you off with a shoulder of stone
Smoke all night and leave the party alone
Screw myself with an inscrutable pout
But I just want you to come figure me out

I don't want to be another mystery, oh no
I don't want to see who's looking at me, oh no
I want to be the one to feel the sun, oh, oh
So if you want to see the world with me, let's go

I don't want to be another mystery

Project Bitch (Big Tymers Featuring Juvenile, Lil' Wayne)

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
this is for deshawn, eshlawn, lil mama, an her friends
lisa, teresa, maria, tia, lia and kim
I love yall broads
but no disrespect to my dogs
but I love yall broads
yea I love yall broads
to the ladies
havin babies
without no drama
to my niggas
with figgas
say I love my baby momma
I bought them shoes
and tatoos
an even fixed yo breasts
I put you in the flyest rides
an even put a "S " on yo chest

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]
this is for the ones who wobbled it
an be puttin they mouth on it
an they suck everything out of it
and they catch it and swallow it
I'm Lil Weezy for sheezy
I'm off the heezy believe me
see me
I squeeze inbetween it
and then I leave it so greasy
when I come through in a rolls royce
I leave them with no choice
but to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
ruby red an vodka it just carry a nigga
give me three minutes maybe four she be wantin to marry a nigga

[Chorus: Juvenile]
give me a project bitch
give me a hoodrat chick
one that dont give a **
an she she took that dick

give me a project chick
give me a hoodrat bitch
one that dont give a **
an she she took that dick

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
my momma said she seen me by my grandma
my grandma flipped out
an said we aint gone have no evil in this house
so I rolled out
scoped me out an sold out
but I **ed up when I started livin up in this hoes house
nigga started **in one of the broads
cause she was suckin a nigga dick so good keepin it hard
lettin a nigga cum all over her chest an tounge
she was still ???
because her children
she was a hoe she gave me head behind a building
aint sellin records but her mouth could sell a million
if you wanna take it there we can break it off
cause yall pussy aint gotta nigga tweakin at all
I slang this dick summer winter spring an the fall
ask me to lay it down I'm bringin it all
im tryin to hit ya from tha back to ya house
cause lord cause this dick good and I carry it all

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Baby]
look look
a nigga could catch me ??? up
them white folks know the code so we g'd up
an my range rover 4 door be d'd up
tattoos and new cars and these project cuts
got this nigga bitch I know been wantin to **
I did ??? ladies an bitches dont give a **
project bosses Weezy say respect us
bitch nigga find me in the 4 door lexus
I got a bitch shoot dice an a bitch that aint right
I got a bitch who will front ya work an take ya life
I got a credit card hoe
a scam type hoe
a fraud type hoe
like to snort that coke
a dick suckin pro
a calico hoe
a real solid bitch out chicago
I got a brat type bitch like to whine an shit
I got a project chick like to start some shit

[Chorus til fade]

Jamming (Bob Marley)

Ooh, yeah; well, alright
We're jammin'
I wanna jam it with you
We're jammin', jammin'
And I hope you like jammin' too
Ain't no rules, ain't no vow
We can do it anyhow
I and I will see you through
'Cause every day we pay the price
We are the living sacrifice
Jammin' till the jam is through

We're jammin'
To think that jammin' was a thing of the past
We're jammin'
And I hope this jam is gonna last
No bullet can stop us now
We neither beg nor we won't bow
Neither can be bought nor sold
We all defend the right
Jah Jah children must unite
For life is worth much more than gold

We're jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin'
And we're jammin' in the name of the Lord
We're jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin'
We're jammin' right straight from yard
Singing Holy Mount Zion, Holy Mount Zion
Jah sitteth in Mount Zion and rules all creation
Yeah, we're jammin',
Bop-chu-wa-wa-wa

We're jammin'
I wanna jam it with you
We're jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin'
And Jamdown hope you're jammin', too
Jah knows how much I 'ave tried
The truth cannot hide
To keep you satisfied
True love that now exists
Is the love I can't resist
So jam by my side

We're jammin', jammin', jammin', jammin'
I wanna jam it with you
We're jammin', we're jammin',
We're jammin', we're jammin'
We're jammin', we're jammin',
We're jammin', we're jammin'
Hope you like jammin', too.
(Repeat)

E.W. (Eglinton West) (D Sisive)




featuring Rhyno

After the D there be the E and it suits me well
D Sisive on Eglinton be the street where I dwell
The Westside is parallel where my legend propels
Also my brethrens as well but it ain't hard to tell
Cause lyrically I'll be representing spots of all kinds
I drop dimes on any competitor trying to take mine
And when it's all said and done and I posess the full claim
I hit the soul train back to E.W. (my domain)
The home of insane crews paying dues and making news bulletins
Ganja entrepreneurs, my street is full of them
And hooligans of all types avoiding sentences
Oriental men selling New York imported denim
It's heaven when I start walking my block, taking all the sights in
I know I got the white skin, but I fit right in
And if you fighting, make sure you bring the right men
Cause from Marlee ave to York Quare, we got nothing but titans
Ready to battle, with words mad provacotive
It all ain't positive, but living here is my perogative
So keep it on the hush for all the hesitating people
And check the unity at the Caribana pre-show

(Chorus)
The E.W.-
The streets where the po-po roam
It may not be much to others, but to brothers it's home
The E.W.
Let's make use of this coverage
And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it

I take a breath of fresh air and still be destined to get there
Whether I'm at Glencairn or West of St. Clair
I still be close by wondering if my street's still operating
So I travel 32 bus lines straight throught the station
And staying connected like Imediat paging
Blazing up my quad, waiting for return calls from pay phones
Y'all know the deal, if you don't ask my man Rhyno
He'll tell you E.W. rocks the spot (T-Dot)

(Rhyno)
Athletic sweaters have imbedded my chest
Claiming Eglinton West where the buddah gets blessed
Nevertheless, it's the place where my head takes rest
Multiplied drug sales til the cops get stressed
Understood it's my hood and I don't complain
Easy shopping when I'm rocking on the Keele domain
Simple and plain, we trying to get our blocks sewn together
Throwing E.W. signs and sporting ECKO sweaters

(Chorus)
The E.W.-
The streets where the bashments play
And roots men work night and day to earn the fastest pay
The E.W.
Let's make use of this coverage
And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it

For 18 plus years I be walking the streets clear
Of any beef, mad peace and hoping that it will increase
But when the beast gets there way, the peace is gone away
And the pieces spray, leaving the peace a memory
It's a hard thing to say but they be always harassing
The DJ's clashing at local bashments in an orderly fashion
Depriving our imagery while they physically
Sending our citizens through misery, it's killing me
So while we chilling, B, we gotta unify and skillfully
Try to get Snoop screaming out "EWC"
White pregnant bitches and clothes from Stitches
Running from 13th division
Through avenues and boulevards, pulling cards from those not on the
blueprints
So get nyammed like Albert's with more cuts than Loose Ends
My crew extends therefore I'm crazy true to say
That I'll forever be representing the E double vee

(Chorus)
The E.W.
The streets where the blocks are shaded
It ain't crew affiliated, but its our hood and we named it
The E.W.
The street where the po-po roam
It may not be much to others, but to brothers it's home
The E.W.
The street where the bashments play
And roots men work night and day to earn the fastest pay
The E.W.
Let's make use of this coverage
And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it

P-A-N (Pussy**Nigga) (2 Live Crew)




Verse 1: Brother Marquis
You tried to play hard, but we pulled your cord
You're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge
Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny
You're so blind you can't see that you're really playin' dummy
Gucci rags and Bronze, shinin' grills of chrome
Frontin' in a caddy you don't even own
You're soft, and you know that we know it
You try to hide it, but can't help but show it
Now the trues and vogues pull the hoes with nice figures
But on the 'ave, you're a pussy-ass nigga!

Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
Pussy-ass nigga with pistol in hand
Comin' out of my room to the next man
It's a problem you had since you were a child
Always tryin' to be down but actin' stupid and wild
I remember way back just to be exact
We laughed at your**when you got jacked
So, **-ass nigga, here's something to remember:
No matter what you try, you're a pussy-ass nigga!

Verse 3
[Kid Ice] You fix up your hoes like you fix your cars
Give 'em rag-top heads, make 'em project stars
You buy 'em Gucci bags, even Louie Baton
Spendin' all your money just to get some
[Marquis] And when you go out of town and stand on stage
Gettin' jerked by the man instead of paid
Now put a gun to your head, then pull the trigger,
Now rest in peace, pussy-ass nigga!

Hot Spot (Foxy Brown)

Uhh!
Guess who's back
uhh! Ayo! Crime a crime
Let's get it on
Emcees wanna eat me
But it's Rammadan
Peep whats on the arm
When it's ice it's ice
When I'm right, I'm right
When your wrong, your wrong
I'm tha bomb
Records is platinum
Skin is bronze
Flows all night like vintage don
Been this nice since umm
First prince born
Before the artist known as
Wit my grown**
Hatas said it won't last
Known how many words I flown past
Celly on hold
Full belly, first class
And I don't play
I watch them pockets
Know yall niggas go broke after you cop them watches
See you in the club,no bub nigga pop it
And then you wanna **, give it up nigga not this
My coat is ostrich
Flow is the hottest
You aint got dough, you can't go with the Fox

(Chorus):
You can catch me at the hot spot
I fox, I plot, at the bar yall
All night, I pops
Is it alright
Show your right
You can't stop it
This is our world
Me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot
I fox, I plot, at the bar yall
All night, I pops
Is it alright
Show your right
You can't stop it
This is our world
Me and my girls Yo!

Cash bussing out the six
Cash bussing out the niggas
Crack the heart in half
Hang between the two tities
Scheme on your team
Looking over grass pictures
Pick the finest
Then I put it on the minors
Love after the club
Meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boyz
We got ten cars behind us
Order a steak and glass of oj and break fast
Hop in the car and head straight up eighth ave
The night is young
Light is done
Either he don't have one
Or his wife is dum
His whole hand numb
Ice is on
Pull up my tights umm and tights and huh!
You can handle the road
I'll play wit it
Till he curve and swerve
Stay wit it
Niggas in the club stay hatin it
Cause I put my mack down and I skated it

(Repeat Chorus) x2

You can catch me at the expo
Jacob Jav
Knocking Jigga out the Navigator
Imagine that
Imagine me falling off
Its not the case
I'm sitting on top of tha world like Brandy and Mase
Wanna buy me a case?
Nigga play with this shit
Big ballin bitch I want all of this shit
Six amg's with the spoiler kit
Chromes fronting back
Niggas is loving dat
Fox is wack, tell me how so
I got that New York to the dirty south flow
Whole album hot
Even the outro
This time around I'm a do about 4
This is for my niggas and bitches who count dough
And for my peoples who can't roll with the flow (Repeat Chorus) x2
Hot spot (pause)
Bar yall (pause)
Alright (pause)
Our world (pause)
Me and my girls (pause)
Hot spot (pause)
Bar yall (pause)
Alright (pause)
Our world (pause)
Me and my girls (pause)

Bout My Paper (Foxy Brown)

[Mystikal]
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my mother** business (my business)
So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)
If you ain't got no mother** confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this mother**er started

[Foxy]
Who could talk about that money better than me?
Who could stay so hood femininely?
Who stay on 5th Ave spending them g's?
Who?s just as controversial as Eminem be?
F-O-X-Y, East Coast, West Side
Who the ** really want come test I
Don?t start no shit tonight
You know them gangsta Brooklyn niggas is quick to fight
But we 'bout our dough - you know how that go
You know Brown come through with the ** flow
And go straight at them, quickly go platinum
Still cocky, wrist still rocky
Real chunky niggas still want me
Still touring and shopping in every country
Fox, Pooh and Pretty run this city

[Mystikal]
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my mother** business (my business)
So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)
If you ain't got no mother** confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this mother**er started

[Mystikal]
I came here to take my dick out, LOOK OUT
If you ain't 'bout that **, **, smoking or drinking
The hooker GET OUT
I ain't come here for no foolishness
I'm cute as Lil Bow Wow but throw bows like Ludacris
Let me through here, let me bust something
Let me do this shit
The original booth, ain't no ** duplicate
Passportin' when a pen on the pad
You gotta ** me right now bitch, I'm the man
Dropping 12th Ward B's on 'em
Bitch I'm loaded so don't ask me about no mother** weed aroma
Yeah I'm Grammy nominated
When the 'Lou says James Brown ain't been this animated
Bitch I thought I TOLD YOU
I'm the rappin' Ray Lewis, nigga I'll fold you
That's how these niggas get they shit knocked down
From ** with Mystikal and the chick Fox Brown

[Mystikal]
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my mother** business (my business)
So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)
If you ain't got no mother** confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this mother**er started

[Mystikal]
Foxy thing, watch yourself
Show me what you're working with
Foxy thing

[Foxy Brown]
Without that cash, what the ** I?m gaining
Stop your complaining
When rappers fade, Fox is remaining
If you shoot just watch where you?re aiming
This is real, it?s not entertainment
The same way I ball I could quickly fall
But nah, I?m still here, till I retire
With them chrome things filling my tires
To my niggas in the slammer, with y?all stiff hammer
Ain?t nothing change, titties still bananas
Still slim, still the prettiest rap broad
No bra, ** still hard
Yeah La Pearla strings and Belvedere
How the ** that little bitch do that there?

[Mystikal]
If it ain't about my paper (paper)
The bitch don't call me
(Bitch don't call me)
Cause I'm about my mother** business (my business)
So you can kill that talking (kill that talking)
If you ain't got no mother** confrontation
Then keep on walking
(Watch out there now)
Cause I'm about to show you what you paid for when you came here
Put your hands up, let's get this mother**er started

The Mastas (Freddie Fo**)

"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."

[Billy Danze]
Since it's a brand new year, I got a brand new attitude
and a brand new way to come at a dude (SALUTE!)
You remember the staff, that mastered the fine art
of lettin the nines bark on the ave (NOWWWW)
If you don't know me then don't act like you do
And if you plan to blow me, you bet' not act like you want to
(Criminal instincts!) I still got it
If a thick bitch try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it
(Glory and ??) Fo**, I'm a survivor
I raise hell with a .25, to show you I'm live
Cousin - I put my hand on the good book, and overlook
the deepest crew, and split a mother**in throat
(It's the "Murder He Wrote") I stick to the plan,
I'm close to my fam - and I'm a very emotional man
I told you that Danze, was out of control
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? - the masta!

"People! People!"
"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
"This shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."

[Lil' Fame]
C'mon! When the last time you seen a nigga that blast rhymes
on some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, ** that shit
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that wait
fo' yo'**in the bushes with the AK-e
First I call yo' name, whisperin
Then I +LIFT+ yo'**and have a snub-nose whistlin
You can think shit's sweet cause I rap
I still split a nigga head like a canteloupe
(BITCH!) and I'm dope
cause I master the shit, plaster the shit
A true hip-hop nigga, the last of the shit
Lil' Fame, B-K born, been doin this
since the days of B-D-K, and TJ Swan
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em boom so bash and bruise
and confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it down baby, ** these kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who the ** I is?
The masta!

"People! People!"
"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."

[Freddie Fo**]
That's right..
My heart is colder than icicles in Poland
Niggaz hate to see when Bumpy get mad, what I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out your colon
Never registered a gun that I had, I like them hot and stolen
And I don't leave no spares like I was bowlin
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like Ryan - Nolan
And I'll run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and keep it rollin
Triple X raised, Bumpy, I be John Blaze
That venom shit that I've been spittin from, back in the days
Smashin MC's, countin the ways, you want it?
Blowin rappers up in bunches like, rap bouquets
I'm such a real nigga I take it to +Blaze+
and tell 'em make it "51 Greatest Niggaz of All Time"
or I shoot up the page
I'm still the nicest nigga, ** my age
Hand to hand I whup yo' mother**in ass, live on stage
I never claim to be, somethin I'm not
I'm a thug, and I die with it, like it or not
All the real niggaz wild with me, feel my rhyme
Now who baldhead rules in ninety-nine?

[F] Who keep the real shit bangin in ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who take a block and start swangin with ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who still mic ready, send it to ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Knuckle game tight, black and blue ya
[M] The masta!

"We need real niggaz to bring it back..
so this is what it comes down to huh?"
"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."
"We need real niggaz to bring it back..
so this is what it comes down to huh?"
"I am not now, what I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I shall be tomorrow.."

"I mean, this shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to judge me
by yesterday, when I have moved on.."
"We need real niggaz to bring it back..


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Performed by Joanna Go, soprano Jason Templonuevo, violin Julie Mendoza, piano Recorded June 12, 2005 Francisco Santiago Hall Banco de Oro (Formerly PCI) Tow...




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