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I Get Physical (Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth)




[CL Smooth]
It's going down from out of town
off the wicked streets of New York trouble
Me and my man map the plan and make a hefty bundle
Blessin weight to listen to greats from the bassment gates
Makin the dubplates that cause quakes in other states
My soldiers guzzle 40's with the shorties workin the scenes
in tight jeans that blows all your boyfriends to smithereens
On a scout to get humped out from the zone, bumpin Babyface
When everything's live, I let my Boo drive
Now do my hot shells ring bells and my knockouts settle beef
Any last requests? You better make it brief
Kid from 'Life Sucks' to 'Major Bucks' while Pete rocks
Control blocks from ballplayers to corner hustlers
Here come the Spark Brothers, many retire when I open fire
Droppin smooth synthetic, the physical's mental
but the outcome is energetic
Larger clientele, drops by the CL, the spiritual
to set it one time on the physical

* Pete Rock cuts n scratches
"I get physical, mystical, very artistical" *

[CL Smooth]
You must be silly my soul is Bigger than Willie to shock a city
with some of the Mecca-fied joint at the boiling point
Makin stable moves, wrestling grooves, here comes the pain
My style's invisible knives, slicin to the root of your brain
Funk locks when the terror come to box from the Pete Rizzocks
Knocks the ghetto blaster funkin full fashion
Now dames kick the sham real slow, talkin the shopping's urgent
There hasn't been that much scheamin since Eve met the serpent
My love rules Daisy Duke's amused
Check the view of the issue my flexin bounce to your body tissue
You know the Iceberg Slim, dig it Daddy, let the click grows
Exotic to my foes, how I pimp these hoes
Don't be surprised, you get Tysonized, the ultimate test
is like Sweet Pea spankin all of Chavez best
Blessed on a lyrical slugfest, cause every round's critical
One blow that kept the dough physical

* Pete Rock cuts n scratches
"I get physical, mystical, very artistical" *

[CL Smooth]
You better brace yourself, in other words, fasten seatbelts
When the Carmel melts, you love spots in your poom poom shorts
No one can rock me and my latest aristocracy of Funktasia
I represent the full intent to bring the flavor
Head or gut, steady layin in the cut, fool it's mine kid
for niggaz doin a master race Scarface bid
Maintain God, and keep it all solid
from the Overlord Adolpho Muhammad
To game written twenty years down the line still hittin
Makin arena sites rougher than the hockey fights
It's just one of those nights, topsy turvy like a roller derby
Style is comin sturdy any way you wanna work me
Check the bizarre and hear a star, with so much
chocolate over the Carmel, we need to own a candy bar
But before we merc, run the drill I get physical
Mystical, very artistical

* Pete Rock cuts n scratches
"I get physical, mystical, very artistical" *

spring is here dvd (northern heightz)

Ahmad Jamal; James Cammack and Idris Muhammad - Spring Is Here DVD Music Downloads Ahmad Jamal; James Cammack and Idris Muhammad - Spring Is Here DVD Ringtone Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?No desire, no ambition leads meMaybe it's because nobody needs meSpring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me?Stars appear, why doesn't the night invite me?Maybe it's because nobody loves meSpring is here I hear Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing?No desire, no ambition leads meMaybe it's because nobody needs meSpring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me?Stars appear, why doesn't the night invite me?Maybe it's because nobody loves meSpring is here I hear------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RODGERS, RICHARD/HART, LORENZLyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Ahmad Jamal; James Cammack and Idris Muhammad - Spring Is Here DVD Music Downloads Ahmad Jamal; James Cammack and Idris Muhammad - Spring Is Here DVD Ringtone

Hold Me Down (EPMD)




[Erick Sermon]
Mm hmm hold me down
Hold me down
Hold me down
Ah yeah yeah hold me down
Yeah uh huh uh huh hold me down
Word up ye yeah a yeh to hold me down
Eh te eh te eh hold me down
Word to everybody that hold me down
Huh? Ah huh yo what?

Aiyyo P back me up now hold me down
while I go around this town snatchin crowns
from those supposed wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin - you wanna fight? Let's go somethin
If not, close your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, **in up the whole situation
with sucker MC infiltration

[Parrish Smith]
Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your weight up
I'm benchin three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare, and watch the blood spill
from an unknown rapper, but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that? Burnin gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang, is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back

[P] Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo P, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down

[Parrish Smith]
You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
What's this? Piped out five, with the kit?
And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin, God's on the way, and he's askin
who's been followin the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
and can't cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm
Too hot, ** lukewarm, when we swarm

[Erick Sermon]
Yeah we swarm MC's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting em
like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin on
CEO's, A&R's, street team to a manager
For the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino
From a crackhead, dopefiend, or wino
Bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics

[E] Yo P, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Yo E, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
E-Dub, hold me down
[E] I'm holdin you down
Mic Doc, hold me down
[P] I'm holdin you down
Green Eyed Bandit, holdin it down
[E] Yeah, I'm holdin you down

[Parrish Smith]
Niggaz tryin to jam the frequency, when on the low
they be peepin me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin po-nine and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati
Catchin bodies, E Double holdin shit down with the sawed off shotty
What you thought? We takin more than nickels and shorts?
Get the ** out of here, nothin sweet here, you get your shit torched

[Erick Sermon]
I spit flames at Oklahoma
When done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen
Did he deserve, the kicked to the curb,**whippin?
Believe you me, it was his destiny
for the child to end for **in with men
P and I got somethin for all y'all
who stand tall, and dose dat like to ball
So we ball like Spalding, in the time of need
who you calling when your career is falling?
Ssshh, way down, you've been hit, lay down
Hit the ground, don't get up, stay down
Relax a minute, you shouldn'ta put your two cents in it
Now you up a creek, in the back of a car that's rented

Ya Rasulullah (Sami Yusuf)



Ya sadiqal aqwal ya Muhammad
Ya tahiral akhlaq ya Muhammad
Ya hadiyal akwan ya Muhammad
Ya taja ruslillah ya Muhammad
Ya khayra khalqillah, ya rasulallah
O truthful one in sayings O Muhammad
O pure one in character O Muhammad
O guide of all the worlds O Muhammad
O crown of God’s messengers O Muhammad
O best of creation O Messenger of God


CHORUS:
Ya nabiyyallah, safiyyallah ya Muhammad
Ya waliyyallah, hafiyyallah ya Muhammad
Ya bashirallah, nadhirallah ya Muhammad
Ya habiballah, shafi’allah ya Muhammad
Ya khayra khalqillah, ya rasulallah

Ya badrat tamam
Nuradh dhalam
‘Aliyal maqam
Sayyidul kiram
Monqidhal anam
‘Alayhis salatu wassalam (repeat)
O full moon
Light of the darkness
In possession of a high rank
Master of the noble & generous
Saviour of humanity
May peace & blessings be upon you (repeat)

CHORUS

Ya nabiyyallah, safiyyallah, waliyyallah, Muhammad
Ya habiballah, khalilallah, nadhirallah, Muhammad
Ya khitamal anbiya’i ya rasulallah
Ya imamal atqiya’i ya rasulallah
Ya dawa’a kulli da’i ya rasulallah
O seal of the Prophets, O Messenger of Allah
O leader of the God-fearing, O Messenger of Allah
O cure for every disease, O Messenger of Allah

Ya rabbal Mustafa
Bi jahil Mustafa
O Lord of al-Mustafa
For the sake of al-Mustafa

Ighfiridh dhunub, usturil ‘uyub,
ihdil qulub, likay tatub
Dha’ifi thawab, yamminil kitab,
ab’idil ‘athab, yawmal hisab
Forgive all sins, conceal all faults, guide the hearts,
so that they repent;
Multiply our reward, make our books in our right hands;
make us far from the Fire,
On the Day of Judgement

Ya rasuli, ya habibi, ya nabiyallah
Ya shafi’i, ya bashiri, ya safiyyallah
Ya rasulallah

CHORUS

lyrics: Bara Kherigi
composition: Sami Yusuf
© 2005 Upload By DG-BoY

Verzweifelt (Rapsoul)

Refrain 2x
Und ich bin verzweifelt (bin verzweifelt)
Und ich weiß auch nicht weiter (und ich weiß auch nicht weiter)
Und ich frag mich ständig (frag mich ständig)
Sind wir geboren für Klang und Melodie
(Warum bin ich verzweifelt)
Warum bist du verzweifelt
(Warum weiß ich nicht weiter)
Und wieso weißt du nicht weiter
(Warum kenn ich den Weg nicht)
Den Weg nicht, (sieh das licht nicht) siehst das Licht nicht
Keine Richtung, sag mir wer führt uns ans Ziel

Jan
Ich schau in den Himmel und frage mich oft
ob Gott mir helfen kann auf meinem Weg durch Panik und Zoff
Wie Muhammad Ali beim Boxen Will ich mehr als nur ne Nummer sein,
mehr als nur ein Gegner mehr als nur ein Junge der reimt
Ich will fremde Herzen erreichen, breite Massen bewegen
Will denjenigen denen etwas fehlt, etwas von mir geben
Will das Menschen über meine Musik reden und sie lieben
Will das jeder meine Songs kennt von Norden bis in den Süden
Doch schau ich in den Spiegel, seh’ ich nur n blasses Gesicht
von 'nem Typen, der nicht weiß, ob das, was er macht, richtig ist
Weil ihn ständig der Hass zerfrisst und die Last zerbricht
Faltet er die Hände kniet sich hin und sucht das Licht
Spricht Gebete, die er selbst erfunden und geschrieben hat
aus Verzweiflung und Angst in die ihn diese fiese Welt getrieben hat
Der Schicksalsschlag war hart und kam mit 20 Jahren
Er wollt 'nen Major Deal, doch war's ein Kind was er bekam
Weil seine Gedanken ihn quälen, lässt er jetzt alles raus
Stellt sich ein tragisches Ende vor und malt es sich so aus
haut seine Faust in den Spiegel und hebt 'ne Scherbe auf
Guckt nach oben, schließt die Augen und holt aus ...

CJ
Tu's nicht, du hast noch soviel vor
lass dich nicht hängen lass dich nicht hängen
Denn irgendwann dann kommt die Zeit wo du dann weißt
du bist bereit für den harten Kampf, der dich nächtelang aufhält
Denn du schielst nicht aufs Geld, du willst was erzählen
so lass dich nicht von Verzweiflung quälen ...

Refrain
Und ich bin verzweifelt (bin verzweifelt)
Und ich weiß auch nicht weiter (und ich weiß auch nicht weiter)
Und ich frag mich ständig (frag mich ständig)
Sind wir geboren für Klang und Melodie
(Warum bin ich verzweifelt)
Warum bist du verzweifelt
(Warum weiß ich nicht weiter)
Und wieso weißt du nicht weiter
(Warum kenn ich den Weg nicht)
Den Weg nicht, (sieh das licht nicht) siehst das Licht nicht
Keine Richtung, sag mir wer führt uns ans Ziel

Steve
Das Szenario im Zimmer nur beleuchtet mit Kerzen
Gewohntes Bild, fast wie immer 'n Typ alleine mit seinen Schmerzen
Zum Scherzen ist ihm nicht zu Mute auch wenn er oft lacht
hat ihm gute Laune, Freundlichkeit bis heut nicht viel gebracht
Er jagte großen Träumen hinterher, die noch bis heute bestehen
man sollte ihn auf großen Bühnen sehen, wollte Videos drehen
leider vergaß er Menschen um ihn rum, die ihn liebten wie er war
als einfach und glücklichen Typ, der lacht und nicht als Star
Jetzt ist es 10 Jahre her, Wendepunkt in der Karriere
Verzweiflung pur im Kopf und im Herz gähnende Leere
In Gedanken die Barriere „Mach ich weiter, schmeiß ich's hin?“
Gib meinem Leben damit noch ne Chance und 'nen neuen Sinn
Deshalb wünscht er sich manchmal in der Zeit zurück zu fahren
an den Anfang, er als Baby in den Armen von seiner Mum
Er hätte viel anders getan, hätte er gewusst, dass sein Traum floppt
doch dann wär er nicht der Typ, der heute diese Reime droppt
Weil seine Gedanken ihn quälen, lässt er jetzt alles raus
stellt sich ein tragisches Ende vor und malt es sich so aus
als während leise noch mal im Radio sein Lieblingslied erklingt
er seine letzte Kippe raucht, das Fenster aufmacht und springt

CJ
Tus nicht!
Wisch dir die Tränen aus deinem Gesicht
Es weißt doch selbst, wie schwer es ist
Doch Gott hat dir das Licht geschenkt
Damit du deinen Weg erkennst
So nimm es jetzt in deine Hand
Und gib nicht auf, verfolg den Drang
Denn irgendwann bist du der Mann
Der seinem Kind sagt, was es kann

.........

Refrain
Und ich bin verzweifelt (bin verzweifelt)
Und ich weiß auch nicht weiter (und ich weiß auch nicht weiter)
Und ich frag mich ständig (frag mich ständig)
Sind wir geboren für Klang und Melodie
(Warum bin ich verzweifelt)
Warum bist du verzweifelt
(Warum weiß ich nicht weiter)
Und wieso weißt du nicht weiter
(Warum kenn ich den Weg nicht)
Den Weg nicht, (sieh das licht nicht) siehst das Licht nicht
Keine Richtung, sag mir wer führt uns ans Ziel.

History Of Violence (Belly)

Middle east
Lets go
Chyeaaa
Got a lot of shit on my chest
Lot of weight on my shoulders
too much shit on my mind
I gotta let it out
My people need me
Hah, look, we

Ain't a fool, I was born on a war torn corner,
Jeneen, Falasteen, full of steam where the bombs stormed on us,
Tried to escape but they never fore warned us,
We'd end up with the weight of the whole world on us,
Whats the difference between peace and war
You can make war from peace, but not peace from war,
Maan, why you think they teach us for, what the speech is for,
Cant nobody f**kin speak no more,
Maan, im getting to the point I cant breathe no more,
Cause all I ever breathe is disease of war,
Young soldiers die before there seeds are born,
It go back and forth like somebody's keepin score
In the final they need somebody else- No,
We all know they do mean help is close.
I want peace, I guess that makes me a dreamer,
This is for the victims of the Middle East and Katrina, yeea

Do we deserve this, is it worth it,
Why the f**k they got us feeling like we worthless,
They do it on purpose, and it's working,
Heyy, I aint tryin to say to be perfect
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history.

We aint askin you to love us, stop tryin to judge us,
Who made the decision to go ahead and say f**k us,
What you seeing them hover,
no matter how high them warplanes fly, God's above em.
What happened to Palestinian rights, Lebanese freedom,
A war aimed at civilian life,
buildings get shot down, Children go fight,
millions watch but they keep on killing despite,
im watching daughters cry, over fathers that die,
Hit the power plants, no power, no water supply,
Forget the lies, this is when the truth comes in,
They hit airports and ports and no food comes in,
Ma spinning as the world's revolving,

right now we teaching our kids,
if there is problems only war can solve it
truth or dare, tell the truth I dare,
this callus betoy us like the who don't mayor,
there is people out there, too broke to give us their 2 cents,
I speak for them, if you relate I speak for you too then,
They say peace, but--- we don't have clue when,
How we let them drop bombs on the UN,
Tears trickled down my face, This is a war on my race,
So don't expect me to fall in my place,
thinking that kids, they can be replaced,
its a disgrace, over four million civilians displaced,
tryin to hold back the cries, one hand on his mouth,
his pops died at eleven, he the man of no house,
aint no planning it out, this what lameness is about,
and you be damned if you let them kick his family out,
I have seen it, in my dream and,
they call us names when they acting like extremists,
they left us in pieces, that's not what peace is,
that's not the teachings of Muhammad, Moses, Jesus,
come on.

Do we deserve this, is it worth it,
Why the f**k they got us feeling like we worthless,
They do it on purpose, and it's working,
Heyy, I aint tryin to say to be perfect
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history.

What happened to our history,
All the good we have done,
Ya'll base your opinions on us,
based on what 2 percent of
our religion thinks,
or the race thinks,
we lost a million civilians in Iraq,
that's more people than any terrorist strike ever took,
we lost more american soldiers
than we did innocent lives on September 11,
how does that equal out,
and so for all of you,
money, political game, fame.
What happened to be civilized people,
we are a civilization, aren't we?
For all the people that lost their lives in
Iraq, Palestine, Lebanon,
anywhere else across the world, this is for you.

Blood Bath (Dayton Family)




Damn is that Bootleg
Damn I could've swore I just saw Backstabber
Damn I gotta leave that shit alone
[Shoestring]
It's your nutty nigga how you figure you can take my shit and break
Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your wake
Cause ain't no jackin me for no green we done no dividends
Niggers get they shit blew up so mother**er best a friend
Killin his so so block or straight up pull out his glock
He's been shot, took his knot
Left him in the parking lot
No mercy on the enemy, the bitches are ridin on flat fours
Bullet holes in they doors, squeeze that shit that blows them foes
Ghetto nappy, trigger happy so you gots to watch yo back
Can't be thuggin, hoes be buggin when they see us pull this strap
Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it
Searchin for some static, its automatic bitch you hope you found it
He's been grouded six feet deep
Where he stood is wear he sleep
My hustle been lackin them grams
and ain't no worker for me gone play me cheap
We play for keeps you strike the street bitch with your head missing
When we was ballin, you was fallin headed for the kitchen
With sticky fingers, now the singers for the F-E-D
Won't do they time, but do they crime and lick these bitches feet
That boy's a pussy, but a bitch wanna play that gangsta roll
Snitchin on players, got to save us when they pockets swoll
**in with the game, you be on crack with your brain
Tellin on your man, but you slip sometimes and **in change
Rollin on they side, in a G-ride while these niggaz slippin
Dumpin their bodies like John Gotti now they mother's trippin
Hadn't been no snitch, you rottin**bitch
good enough to raise your child
Quick fakin wild, cause the aftermath is also foul
Cut you in half, murder your staff sit back and laugh
Cause down on Dayton its going to be a **in blood bath
Chorus: repeat 8X
Down on Dayton its going to be a **in blood bath
[Bootleg]
I got more style than prison's got bricks (ain't that some shit)
My everyday is a mafia flick (let me make this quick)
I ** more groupies than rockin roll singers (better ask my click)
Laughin like laughin hyena when killin (rippin up your shit)
Stretchin these niggas like caine when cut (strap on your nuts)
My dick is fatter than silicone butts (better ask your sluts)
I'm out for murder like niggers on bond (pullin out yo guts)
I be bootleggin like I was the Don (cross me get **ed)
Treating you with stitches like doctors in clinics
(but I'm not your nurse)
**in with this style Ira Dorsey invented (like this and first)
I'm stackin Franklin's like tellers in banks (and to make shit worse)
I keep my pistols like brothers keep drinks
(here to quench your thirst)
I'm schoolin niggaz like teachers and tutors (don't be late for class)
My aim is straighter than state shooter (aiming at that ass)
I throw more blows than hookers on strips (don't drop that pass)
I'm intercepting with dances and flip (break fools like glass)
I'm so damn cold that i'm freezing the stage (hang up your coat)
I'm small but deadly like hand grenades (shoved down your throat)
I'm keepin niggers in line like feds (nuts hang like ropes)
I killed more honkies than OJ than slayed (in L.A. keep)
Smokin more bud than Jamaicans can roll (nigger pass that cess)
You like a leach on my dick so let go (before I snap yo neck)
I'm not Steve Walker though families still matter
(better check yo hoe)
Your roll is slow my bankroll is much fatter (Gotta make some more)
I killed more niggaz than deadly diseases (their ain't no cure)
I prophesize like Muhammad or Jesus (pump pump no more)
I'm stabbin bitches like niggas with life (don't cross my staff)
Cause if you do Reaper's takin your life
Blood bath on Dayton Ave
Chorus

What Am I (Chino XL)




Yo I don't even know what the vibe is kid
All these different things seperatin us
It got me walkin this fence man
and I don't even know what side I'ma fall on B
Can't see it
Well I'm a zebra y'all
("Half Puerto Rican half black but you don't speak Spanish")
Don't call me zebra y'all
("Half Puerto Rican half black...")
Now how old are you?
About six on my BMX doin tricks
Back to Middle** with a couple of poor white trashy brats
Everything was coochie crunch till it was time for lunch
They said to wait in the back, they said that Pops ain't like black
See where I was the po**tion's mostly white
Ain't it?
They wanna see you jiggaboo with your
face painted
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers
fainted
They want to see you a failure so I never
became it
Light-skinned, showed them lead, curly-headed
Called me names, I was different, I was gifted, they made me ashamed
Found out that I'm a different shade when I'm in the second grade
Abe Lincoln's play, they want me to portray a slave
My momma's face went pale she looked like she wanted to puke
Now that I know the truth I'd rather play John Wilkes Booth
Although my family came and bitched and in the play my role was
switched
My grandma told me I was fixed my problems wasn't fixed
My family seen my views of the world distort
Moms last resort, she decided we would move to Newark
I took a deep breath leaving everything I knew behind
The country air the green grass and my piece of mind
Harassed by white cops on our way we're pulled out our car
Mistook my mom for Joanne Chessimar (?) now I'm really scarred
<>
What am I, I'm confused, can't decide
What am I who am I what am I
Black or white, I can't identify
What am I who am I what am I
I'm confused, can't decide
What am I who am I what am I
Black or white, I can't identify
What am I who am I what am I
Culture shock, Newark's a far cry from Middle**
Broadly called projects, black eyes, regrets
Torn lives, I've never seen so many people depressed
My mental gets molested, physical takes violent threats
Stress, walkin home from school's like a terrorist test
I learned blacks could be racist too, somehow still I felt I was
blessed
Even my teachers called me half-breeds and all of that
I was scared of livin here but also scared of movin back
See where I was before I was the darkest thing they ever saw
They figured that I'm black, white around
They kick me like a soccer ball
White people didn't accept me
** you
Black people didn't accept me
** you
Puerto Ricans didn't accept me
** you
Diggin researchin my identity it gots me goin cuckoo
"I'm the yellow nigga right?
I'm tired of that. I am not passing, I am black!
I was born black, I live black,
and I will die, proud to be called black!"
So now I'm goin "Hey niggaz" at niggaz that say Chino's not black
They come to my house and tell my African mother that
In fact causin crackup they said no sister would attract to me
These same brothers got perms to get their hair like mine was
naturally
Descrimination, affects a brother's education
Hands up in black history class, they never called on my**
But wait, growin at a rapid rate
I digest their hate, it's family
Found out my father left me when I'm three
Dealt with felt if I knew my Spanish family they'd help
Every mixed person I met they mostly just kept to themself
We moved to East Orange I set it off talent shows staring
A high yellow nigga's progression, my flavor's pouring
<>
Now how old are you?
About nineteen lettin off my steam
Used to be a punchin bag, but now I stomps, in hip-hop fiend
Now I get the goya jokes, Menudo jokes, Rico Suave jokes
But females rush me and the MC's steal up all my quotes
See what I lacks in melanin I makes up wit adrenalin
Your weak attempts at blemishin my mixed heritage I'm treasurin
Don't need caucausian acceptance just that of a human being
Laughed and spit at I don't represent cause I am not Spanish speaking
Now how many dues must I pay to win
You're angry and you're stressin that opression
but you judge me by the skin I'm in when
Adam Clayton Powell's, light-skinned and
Farrakhan the brother's, light-skinned and
Elijah Muhammad's also, light-skinned
Discrimination from my own peoples is making my temper go thin so
So stop playing me slight saying my song's aight instead of hype
Don't called me red-boned, or light and bright and damn they're white
I ain't no zebra, ain't no half of original either
Don't call me mulatto I stab you with a broken bottle
Callin your brother oreo get off it yo, now Tom consider
He could be like Chino XL, a yellow**nigga
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Without My Glock (Lloyd Banks)

Chorus:

I guess I'm suppose to be scared, cause you got toast up in here.
Well nigga lets get one thing clear, I don't leave the block without my glock.
Is it because i'm standing with your bitch? Or got all these stones on my wrists?
Don't think you're leavin' here with this. I don't leave the block without my glock.

Verse 1:

I'm on another level when it comes to this, cats swung and missed.
Strapped under this. Raps hungriest top soloist. Hopped over this.
Cheap imitations try. Couldn't find an ice pop colder bitch.
Wires get tap, your rep can't control the snitch.
Which means I'm in the bing if I throw 'em bricks.
I dump karrots and ring over flow the wrists.
Man, I even bring the thing when I go to piss.
Look money ain't a thing thought I told them this.
Yo ball big as yao ming i'm a soldier miss.
Only problem in hip hop is waiting.
No when that butter, I make the strip pop like bacon, hatin.
So look sloppy so i stop get the rolly fitted.
Got a fanbase in the towns that think kobe did it.
Them dickryders on the block and they starvin.
Give me a year i'll be rockin' the garden.
They'll still be in the bricks, same bitch, same sloppy apartment.
Bubble gum on the top of your carpet.
Food stains in your clothes.
They can't catch him.
Dude changin' his flows more then his hoes.
Just got a range and a rose.
And these hoes didn't always love me I was pissin' them off.
Cause you got to ** banks before you get to the boss.
Now I've moved up in rank, ice chips in the cross.
To see me blow is like vice grips on your balls.

Chorus:

I guess I'm suppose to be scared, cause you got toast up in here.
Well nigga lets get one thing clear, I don't leave the block without my glock.
Is it because i'm standing with your bitch? Or got all these stones on my wrists?
Don't think you're leavin' here with this. I don't leave the block without my glock.

Verse 2:

I was destined to swim backwards in cash.
Since the day i was smacked in the ass.
Give me that blue push in the booth and i'll be back in a flash.
First week i'll be platinum and half.
Going hard in the Yard.
Still hungry like i'm back in the draft.
Same shitty attitude cadilac in the stash.
Its the critically acclaimed, lyrically inclinded.
And i'm easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes.
Nowadays niggas tell. Your own boss set you up.
Like Avon and Stringerbell.
I'm from the ghetto like Akon so bring a L.
You're worthless like a weddin' ring in a cell.
Hell all day i'm blowin' dope.
See the aroma on my coat?
It's stronger then 2nd hand smoke.
When i toat i blow it in the sky for the slaughter.
And for every mother and daughter that died in that water.
For that lil' girl playing outside when they caughter her.
But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner.
I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps.
Cause every bar hit ya hard as an Muhammad Ali punch.
My bitch got an**about as wide as an tree trunk.
She hit once i think about her for 3 months.
Don't you know my nigga L pop off wigs?
Leave 'em in the grass and say hi to their kids.

Chorus:

I guess I'm suppose to be scared, cause you got toast up in here.
Well nigga lets get one thing clear, I don't leave the block without my glock.
Is it because i'm standing with your bitch? Or got all these stones on my wrists?
Don't think you're leavin' here with this. I don't leave the block without my glock.

Talking:

Yeah! Lloyd Banks nigga. Ganegreen. Ya know the team! G-UNITTT!!! Shady... We hustlin' baby...

Jam 4 U (Redman)




*inhales starts coughing*
Yo this is for mother**ers that talk that sellout shit

"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
"Ev everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
"Get on up!"

"Get down get down on down.." like James Brown plus I get down
but for now I "Get on up!" rhythm and funk
makes you hump like Technotronic I'll make the Jam Pump
Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like
"Du-na-da-du-duh!" without eating my damn spinach
Cause when I'm on a roll, that's when Redman start
"to chill..." round off backflip cartwheel
"Ahhhhhh, you guessed it!" I know
when my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But I continue, on the menu, and send you
on a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue
It's like this, it's like that, I won't slack
I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong
Drop pound for pound to throwdown and strut
Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up!"

"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
"Get on up!"

Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear
Hit Squad's the crew I'm twenty-two and Beck's the beer
Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret
Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip
til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble
I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding
Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King
Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode
It's the HUH, the funk, now I'm known around the globe
So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down
with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now...
... on your mark, get ready, get set, let's go
with the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O.
Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens
with a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin
Without question, I'm flexy when I'm **in
Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in
The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits
then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
But true indeed, since pop's dropped the seed
I knew I'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That's dum dum dollars, and yes Redman love it
Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut
Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up!"

"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)


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A nice pashto attan song by muhammand shafi.




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