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Listen MAX SURBAN - Merry Krismas Nalang


Lyrics

I Confess (Bahamadia)




Verse One:
Word life boo, I checked you flexin wit' cha crew
lookin sweet enough to chew wit them saint eyes like tha brew,
roughneck mannerism, fly disposition,
ya live like channel sparkin' like mad-izm,
my mission, is gettin into you like a religion,
my woman's intuition tells me cupid's arrow's hittin,
you're the prince with the glass slipper that my foot could fit in,
this feelin that I have is never endin, I'm sendin, my love like
Zhane' up
in a box
with the bow up on the top, cause, for you I got the hots so
please accept these feelings I posess i'm like a damsel in distress in
pursuit of happiness, I confess
chorus: I've been really tryin' baby
tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
and if you feel, like I feel baby
come on, ohhh, come on
Verse Two:
Many men wit mass appeal expand across the globe by the mills,
but still I picked you like a daffodil
cause you thrill me like magnetic fields that give my body chills,
perserve my chocolate ties and it's a thrill; I'm sayin
that when you swing my way I, get a sudden rush,
that entices me not to keep it on the hush-hush,
boy times girl times lust equals us,
and you can count on that like you would an abacus so
bust the equation, baby cause I'm facin the fact that I only think of
you
on two occasions, but I'ma max once I get this off my chest, and just
let
nature do the rest..
I confess
Chorus
Verse Three:
I wanna be down like brandy with you handy for tha duration,
engage in electric relaxation,
build a conversation, probe ya intellect,
put ya manhood to the test, but not just ya physical, ya individual is
what
I'm after,
ya heart I wanna capture, I'm open like a space that NASA explores,
truly do adore, every little move you make and more, my word is born
but I could go on and on throwin hints,
that I'm tha chick, you should be celebratin life wit,
so instead I felt it best if I just,
stood and represented in the flesh,
that I confess...
Chorus

Something Wicked (2Pac)




Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

More than an adversary I'm very quick
I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift
I'm equipped to kick
Grab you coat and you hat, cause I'm prepared to clamp
Scared the [???], and caught them mutha-**as damp
Oh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped
Attacking the pacs, I'm kicking the facts for stacks to rap
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks
I'm getting taxed, my pacs is packed with angry blacks
I'm ready to go
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Getting the hoes [???]
Pumping the flow, gangster ho
cause the nose knows
Check the pose, froze, when you see me close
Punks you gonna roast, host, in a cloud of smoke
Broke, choked on a rope, and then smoked
wrote, crimes that'll bring me bank notes
nope, I ain't the type of fella that you use though
Kkkkkkicking the funky flava
Pumping [??? ???? ????] producers
Run for cover when you hear the bass drop
One verse is all it takes
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come

Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
Something wicked this way come
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
wicked wicked this way comes
Something wicked this way come

Fluid Conduction (Anouk)

I've been sleepin' all day
Slummin' all night in a 44 hour sedation
Since the day you cut me out of your life
The night I killed your patience

Always tried to lie to you
The truth is that I love you
I need you more than anything
Without you I discover, I'm a maniac and a menace
Headin' for destruction

Your lips, I miss your tears your hips your piss your blood
The way you function
Maybe I should thank some god for your amazing fluid conduction

It was max, the king of facts
He made me steal for your number
I promised not to tell on him
But you know me, I'm a sucker

Always tried to lie to you
The truth is that I love you
I need you more than anything
Without you I discover, I'm a maniac and a menace
Headin' for destruction

Your lips, I miss your tears your hips your piss your blood
The way you function
Maybe I should thank some god for your amazing fluid conduction
Your kiss, I miss your tears your fingertips my satisfaction
I swear that I could thank some god for your amazing fluid conduction

Me and the Wind (XTC)

Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress
Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be
Should ever be should ever be should ever

And when you lured me into your syrup
All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go
I never really realised that

Just like the struggling summer flies that
I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow

Have I been such a fool
Have I been sitting on your stool
While you cracked the whip
While you cracked the whip

I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat
Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march
Merry hare
It never really came to mind that

The strings of your instrument were strangling me
Inside their snare

Have I been such a fool
Have I been sitting on your stool
While you held the hoop
While you held the hoop

Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways
Freed from a love more like murder
I should be singing but in liberation
Feel like a ship with no rudder

Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
Have I been such a fool

Thangs Change (Too $hort Featuring Baby D. & Illegal)

[Jamal]
Simpty is for them simp**niggaz
Talkin lot, til I spray dumpin ??? niggaz
Whenver talklin shit, I straight rip 'em
And niggaz know I come equip when I whip them

[Short Dawg]
You say how can I make these dirty raps
Number one albums, back to back
If it was 1950, do you think I sell, no
They probably throw me straight to jail
I tell you life just ain't what it used to be
Between you and me, exclusively
Everybody's changed, were losing our minds
The government won't help, cause they refuse to find
A solution to the problems of the inner streets
Its a shame what our kids are beginning to be
Pregnant teenagers, young gun slangers
There ain't no love, there ain't nothin but anger
We don't go to church and can't pray in school
Listen real close to what I'm sayin fool
I know kids who went to school together
Now they all grown up, tryin to kill each other
Shootouts on the playground is where it goes down
But back in the day, we rode the merry-go-round
And some little kid might shoot me tonight
And I always used to wonder what the future be like
Curse words on the tv and radio
You wanna see **, turn it on HBO
Late at night, you see women freak women
** sale, that's why I keep pimpin
I grew up in the 70s', somethin like Crooklyn
But I was in Cali not Brooklyn
I could tell the whole world was going crazy
But it really didn't happen til the 80s'
With freebasin and smokin crack
A lotta people learned not to joke with that
Streets flooded, with homeless folks
Whole families, lives gone up in smoke
We're all related to a crackhead
Sometimes I wake up in the mornin and wanna go back to bed
Layin these thinkin bout things
About the way life change
How women used to like to wear decent clothes
Now they curse like men and dress like hoes
You supposed to be a virgin til you marry
But teenage girls find it normal to carry a baby
Babies havin babies
Rappers like me always disrespectin ladies
Wonder why its like that, well so do I
But I just turn my back and then I go get high
Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch
And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich
Ask your grandparents, is life the same
Man thangs change

Chorus

There used to be a time when old folks were respected
Kids talkin back was never accepted
Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap
But kids nowadays will curse out old folks
Then you tell me I need to be a role model
And get these babies off the 40ounce bottles
But I'm not the one who made alcohol legal
Liquor stores on every corner that's why we go
Buy 40ounces and go get drunk
Don't respect our kids, like no good punks
And then they grow up to be hardcore criminals
Shoot 'em up, slang dope always pimpin hoes
I know its those that don't believe what I'm sayin on the mic right
So Baby D won't you tell them what its like

[Baby D]
Its kinda hard comin up as a youngster
Gotta deal with the roof that I'm under
Even though my moms got it hard
My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck without a father
But times have changed bro
I never ever seen Santa Claus comin through the ghetto
But you know what i always see
I always see the white man robbin the black man back G
And I don't even get in trouble for it
And I don't see nothin forward
Always tryin to beat the black man to death
Punk police wanna hide behind your badge
Always tryin arrest somebody
All we gotta do is beat him with the billyclub
Here I come, I comin with my gun
I'm shootin in the head police now what

[Short Dawg]
I tell you life is too short for it to be like that
We gotta be leaders, can't follow the pack
With all them fiends in the streets smokin crack
What you give life is what it gives you back
Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin new
But when you get the money gotta know what to do
Buy you a business or buy you a house
Just so the police can't wipe you out
I heard it in the streets, they say you the man
So try to help your brothers and lend a helpin hand
Now what we gone do

[Mr. Malik]
We came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti
I said we came to stack some bodies, killin everybody like John Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the slack black
I'm hittin blackjack in the casino when I mack slap
What you wanna play like Al Pacino with this
Type of style withthe lyricist this funk of hits
and the biscuits I drop
Mother**ers know I come down and show me ??
I don't really care
From the front or the rear
Word to your mother I'm bout to smother and smear
Its that master all I intelligent
Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant
For you mother**er step up to the m-i-c
I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally G
Its Malik and I freak it's obsolete
My technique mother**er know I flow over beats
Like water, slaughter dick in yo daughter
And my nuts up in her jaws when she suckin on my balls
Yiggy y'all niggaz best to ask somebody
Cause I'm shootin mother**ers down with the shotty
Its the mother**in master blaster
Its, its the mother**in ghetto bastard

Life Ain't Cool (Mystikal)




[Featuring Master P Silkk The Shocker]
[Master P]
Ain't No Woman Like My Momma (12x)
[Chorus]
Momma Life Ain't Cool
Tell Me What Would I Do Without You (2x)
[Master P]
Lookin' With The Homies
Remenising Bout The Old Days
Cookin' Dinner In Your Kitchen
Listenin' To The Barcades
When I Was Sick You Came Got Me From School
When I Got Suspended Momma You Taught Me The Rules
And Even Though I Never Had A Daddy
But Momma Always Took Me Where I Needed To Go
In The Old School Caddy
A Single Parent On Wellfare (Wellfare)
And Even Though Times Were Hard
Momma Made Sure We Remem His Death
And We Couldn't Afford Name Brands (Name Brands)
But Momma Kept Her Kids Neat
That's Why We Understand
And Momma Even Rode The Grey Hound (Grey Hound)
To See Her Little Man, When He Was Locked Down
And Even Though I Lived The Street Life
Momma Pray For Her Baby, Hope He Get His Mind Right
It Feel Good To See Momma On The Top
I Told Ya If I Make It Momma
You Won't Be Forgot
[Master P]
Ain't No Woman Like My Momma (4x)
[Chorus]
Momma Life Ain't Cool
Tell Me What Would I Do Without You (2x)
[Mystikal]
I Thank God For Keepin' You Strong
But You Keep Me Strong
Thangs Would Be Different If Momma Wasn't Home
Who Would Fix The Grits, And The Eggs And Smoked Sasuage
Teach Me, And Love Me, And Raise Me, And Watch Me
Who Would Lift My Tears When I Get Sad
Discipline Me When I Need A Striaght Whip In My**
I Was Seven Years Old When I Lost Dad
Tryin' To Get Self, In Fact
But I Was To Young One To Understand
Who Would Take The Slack And Carry The Load
Make Ends Meet And Be Working In The Crossing Stones
Who The Single Parent, To Me And My Big Sister
They Had Me Happy On My Birthday
And Merry At Christmas
Who Took Care, Did Everythang For Us
If I Didn't Leave, Just Becuase
We Was Yours
She Was Ours
Who Was Still Sweet When Everything Went Sour
[Chorus]
Momma Life Ain't Cool
Tell Me What Could I Do Without You (2x)
[Master P]
Ain't No Woman Life My Momma (6x)
[Silkk The Shocker]
I Couldn't Imagine Gettin' This Far Without You
Even When The Bills Was Due
You Found A Way To Come Through
Even Though When We Had Money
We Seemed Rich, Yeah We Tell Each Other
Me, My Sisters And Brothers To Forget The Other Shit
You Was Side By Side When I Was Sick
Early In The Mornin' Cookin' Eggs And Grits
You's Was The First One Up
You's Was The Last One Asleep
Made Sure We Had Something To Eat
You's Was The Last One To Eat
Couldn't Live Our Lives For Us
You Have To Let Us Know
You Wanted To Tell Us
But You Had To Just Let Us Grow
We Knows Now You Had To Let Us Go
You's Was Going Through Some Things Ma
But You Never Let It Show
And I Only Give One To You
So I;
I Cherish The Times
Don't Know How To Tell You How Much You Meant To Me
So I Wrote It In Lines
So Wherever You At
Hope You Doing Fine
You Did So Much For Me Then
I Say Thanks For The Time
[Chorus]
Momma Life Ain't Cool
Tell Me What Would I Do Without You (4x)
[Master P]
Ugh..
Ain't No Woman Like My Momma (5x)
Thats Why I Love My Momma

You Gots To Chill (EPMD)




Intro
[Pee MD]
You Gots to Chill...
Verse 1
[E Double E]
Relax your mind let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of EPMD
Oh you should keep quiet while the MC rap
But if you're tired then go take a nap
Or stay awake and watch the show I take
Because right now I'm 'bout to shake'n'bake
The E R I C K is my name I spell
Things to the clientele yo I rock well
I'm not an MC who' talkin' all that junk
About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk
I just get down and I go for mine
Say "Check 1-2" and run down a line
[Pee MD]
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Destroyin' a ploy when your rhymes are not void
Never sweatin' your girl (Why P?) Cos she's a skeezoid
When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot
I grab the steel with the crown on the top
In the beginnin' I like to let my rhymes flow
And at twelve I press cruise control
Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax
Maintain MC's while the Double E macks
Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill
Listen when I tell you boy, you gots to chill...
Verse 2
[E Double E]
I be the personal computer, information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes step by step
Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep
Prepared to come off in case of a diss
Not worried about a thing, cos we can do this
I can turn the party out just by standin' still
Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill
Take total control of your body and soul
Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll
[Pee MD]
I'm the P-double-E M-D-E-E
And one thing I hate is a bitin' MC
When I enter the party suckers always form a line
Then they ease their way up and try to bite my lines
I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces
And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis
But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous
And like an epidemic it becomes contagious
But never the least they all R.I.P
For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace
Cos M.D stands for Microphone Doctor
And the capital P, capital M, capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief
rocker
Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill
So believe me boy, you gots to chill...
Verse 3
[E Double E]
Catch every word I'm sayin', no there's no delayin'
Don't hestitate to motivate the crowd, I'm not playin'
Seeing is believing, you catch my drift?
Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift
(How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact
I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back
I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords
The only weapon is my rappin' sword
[Pee MD]
Intimidate MC's with the tone of my vocal drone
When I'm pushin' on the microphone
Cos I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker
The one who likes to max and relax
And, when it's time, issue diggum-smacks
I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin'
When it's time to roll Uzi patrol's packin'
The Pee MD, the mic's my only friend
And through the course of the party I kill again and again
So if you're thinkin' 'bout battlin' you better come prepared
Come wit' your shield and your armoured gear
You gots to chill...
Outro
[E Double E] DJ La Boss...
[Pee MD] ...takes no shorts.

I'm Made (Pastor Troy)

[Pastor Troy]

[Verse 1:]

Introduction to a lunatic (come on):huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on):huh,
And that's all I'm saying (come on)
Yeah, laying low, bag of dro', smoking heavily (uh-huh)
Carl Mo drop the mutha**in melody (well uh-huh)
Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh)
I got my pistol in my gut, nigga what! (uh-huh)
Younger paper, so these haters about maxed out (uh-huh)
I approach 'em they don't know what I'm talking bout (well uh-huh)
Say "Naw Troy, I don't understand,
I tried to warn all them niggas that you the man" (well uh-huh)
I'm making money, I'm country, and roll wit felons (uh-huh)
You talking bout shit real, Bitch who ya telling? (well uh-huh)
?? like a code red
And I ain't' grinning till you mutha**in dead
Who said?:

[Hook:]

If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy mutha**ers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid
[Repeat]

Bitch I'm mutha**in made - [4x]
Get paid

[Verse 2:]

Yeah, verse two I'm a make you feel real lame
Got a gram talking bout he in the dope game
Say he got a nigga coming from Amida
I'm a introduce ya nigga to my Ruga
You got 30 ki's nigga bring ya ki's out
Mutha**er you still sleeping at ya mama house
Selling dope for 5 years with no profit
Bitch if you can't come up you needs to stop it
Tha game I locked it, nobody else can enter
D-S-G-B representer
We in the winter riding drop tops
Pussy nigga you need to stop, give me my props
They call the cops but that ain't necessary
(A tell 'em why) - I'm made
Go get some knowledge from yo library
Pussy nigga learn to get paid

[Hook:]

If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy mutha**ers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid
[Repeat]

Bitch I'm mutha**in made - [4x]
Get paid

Storm [On and On] (Beenie Man)

Intro (Beenie):
Yow! New Year
New ting, new everything
Hail King Selassi
Make, make money, money, money
Make money, money, money
Tell dem, warn dem again

Verse 1 (A.R.P.):
New year started oldies gone once again
We are striving, going to stay true 'till the end
It's A.R.P. and Beenie Man once again
On and one, on and on

Chorus (A.R.P.):
On and on, we keep the storm
Now a new year start and the old one gone
Repeat

Verse 2 (Beenie):
Cho!
Mi haffi wonder if some bwoy consider mi
Say last year mi hot, but this year mi hotta
Man ano oven, man ano furnace, man ano fire
Man a lava
How yuh fi dis mi
When mi just getting stamma
Bwoy, calm man a blow weh like storm
After dusk there must be dawn
Bad man deh ya, mashing up di lawn
A.R.P. come down, sing it out mek mi gwane

Chorus

Verse 3 (Beenie):
Yow!
Nuff would a love si mi loose
And mi confuse
But wi done reach a France
Shoot di ball from wi shoes
How dem a come read di X-News
Dem nu know seh a so bad man move
How dem a dis ana gwane
Like dem run de ting
Shing! Yuh nu hear seh beer bottle fling a Sting
But what a ting, Beenie Man haffi sing
A.R.P. come dung, come sing pon di riddim

Chorus

Verse 4 (Beenie):
Long time mi stand up ana warn
An some D.J. dem a blow like alarm
Tell mi a tell dem seh fi cool an' calm
How some bwoy dem all a dis mi inna di lawn
When mi tell dem, man a di king, wear di crown
An' a mi run di hall
How dem a dis mi, when dem gal friend a bawl an' a call
Seh Beenie Man a tear dung dem wall
A.R.P. hold di mike, an' mi nuh salt
Mi haffi ram dancehall

Chorus

Verse 5:
Now why yuh want to go and do that now punk
Why yuh want to go and do that (ah, ah, ah)
Why yuh want to go and do that now punk
Why yuh want to go and do that
Come sing a verse

Chorus

Face The Music (Crazy Town)

Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes,/ Words forced fed to your mind trace the source brother, brother /face the music, don't confuse it for another/nothing comes close to this/ Kiss the sky. These grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes/ people gather round when we kick them go boy, Shifty stick em/ ha ha ha stick em/ Burning bridges , smoking ism,/ Losing my religion/shooting the breeze, we got these MC's**kissing/ If you can't take the heat get your**out the kitchen/ I freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points of view into your ** skull bitch/That's why we stick em.

Chorus: Stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha/ stick em, ha, ha, ha stick em/ stick em stick em stick em/stick em ha ha ha stick em/ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em.

Well I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic/ epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl/ it's called survival, when I drop the stylish into friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates/ it shakes like the quakes in Cali/ the mystic maharaji/ mission of the kamikoze come back kid/producer supper status/ I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler/so place your bet middler/ the rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler/we're sippin on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning./hot like the sun/no time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.

Chorus

Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick em/ I'm talking shit/ the pit starter a wanted man /The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and I talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit/ I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit/it's madness pimpin like Gladys/ The baddest/ maintainer status/ that is no question/releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension/this jabber jaw's jaws are slapping/ we's what's happening/ the bones are breaking/and fingers snapping/ the pressure is on with non stop action/whether banging your head or steady maxing.

Chorus


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