Hip-hop with the lyrics that are amazing.

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OK so some of you have to know a hip-hop song that has amazing lyrics in it... like it tells a story....

One of my favourites is No Regrets by Aesop Rock

Here's the lyrics.. if you can find the lyrics for your song that would be cool...

Aesop Rock - No Regrets Lyrics

Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes

City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets

Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the

street

The many faces of the various locals that she would meet

There was joshua, age 10

Bully of the block

Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop

There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle

She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the

bingo

parlor

And she drew

Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds

And she drew

Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns

Always said hello to passers-by

They'd ask her why she passed her time

Attachin lines to concrete

But she would only smile

Now all the other children living in or near her building

Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants

They would say

'Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?'

Lucy would pause, look, grin and say

'I'm busy, thank you much'

Well, well, one year passed

And believe it or not

She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,

And she stopped-

'Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??'

She said:

'I'm not giving in, I'm finished,' and walked away

(Chorus: x2)

1 2 3

That's the speed of the seed

A B C

That's the speed of the need

You can dream a little dream

Or you can live a little dream

I'd rather live it

Cuz dreamers always chase

But never get it

Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat

Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in

She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a

clip

Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks

And she drew

Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch

And she drew

The mailman, delivered everyday at 4

Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle

day

But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way

She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit

They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose

They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too

So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they

drew

(Look!)

Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door

Just one of the neighbors,

Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really

Say, 'Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??'

Lucy would smile and say 'I'm busy, thank you much'

And they would make a weird face the second the door shut

And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was

And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care

Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street

She'd paint another masterpiece

(Chorus x2)

Lucy was 87, upon her death bed

At the senior home, where she had previously checked in

Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest

Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen

And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn

Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on

Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall

And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it

all

No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back

So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin

She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life

Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse

aside

And she said:

'Look, I've never had a dream in my life

Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued

I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done

So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!'

Well!

The nurse jumped back,

She'd never heard Lucy even talk,

'Specially words like that

She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind

Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures

And she died.

(Chorus x2)

1 2 3...

A B C...

 
Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil

[Verse 1]

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William

his primary concern, was making a million

being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams

a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen

nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen

she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober

her sons heart simultaneously grew colder

he started hanging out selling bags in the projects

checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects

he was fascinated by material objects

but he understood money never bought respect

he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal

but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal

so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal

I dont project my insurecurity's at other people

he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles

so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil

a fever minded young man with infinite potetial

the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental

coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed

dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed

but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences

you propably only did a month for minor offences

ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance

but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced

dance forever with the devil on a code cell block

but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock

devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do

he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew

starting fights over little shit, up on the block

stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock

working overtime for making money for the crack spot

hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine

for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain

tired of the block niggaz treating him the same

he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs

but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love

they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs

any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs

any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood

even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club

but only a real thug can stab someone till they die

standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes

Billy realized that these men were well guarded

and they wanted to test him, before business started

suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted

so now he had a choice between going back to his life

or making money with made men, up in the cife

his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree

a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be

and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining

smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment

untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone

three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home

and so they quietly got out the car and followed her

walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her

they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor

this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw

so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair

and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there

she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs

they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground

screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around

the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts

so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw

the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing

they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving

blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently

and then they all proceeded to rape her violently

Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn

ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned

a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned

when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos

one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two

they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through

and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew

he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead

and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)

I'm falling and I can't turn back

I'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life

he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice

and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers

cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover

but what he saw made him start the cringine studder

cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother

she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her

she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her

his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate

his corruption had succesfully changed his fate

and he remembered how his mom used to come home late

working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth

he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth

and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared

but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there

and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold

and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul

they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it

after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it

and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true

cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to

and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go

infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows

and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe

he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know

the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked

white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted

you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted

and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top

there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never

because the dance with the devil might last you forever
 
What album is that from?

It's not on Further Adventures of lower Quas, or The Unseen....
 
1. Bullyshit

2. Greenery

3. Crime

4. Hydrant Game

5. Don't Blink

6. Players of the Game

7. Bus Ride

8. Closer feat. Madvillain

9. Maingirl

10. Civilization Day (CD only)

11. Bartender Say

12. 1994

13. Another Demo Tape

14. Raw Deal

15. Mr. Two-Faced

16. The Exclusive feat. MED

17. Fatbacks

18. J.A.N. (Jive Ass Niggaz)

19. Shroom Music

20. Rappcats Pt. 3 (CD only)

21. Strange Piano

22. Life Is...

23. The Clown

24. Raw Addict Pt. 2

25. Tomorrow Never Knows

26. Privacy

And i just realized the copy i have was a advance and im missing some tracks.
 
children's story or chils' story or something. i think it's by slick rick, i gotta check though, and i'll look for lyrics
 
ok i got it. it says it's everlast feat. rhazel but thats not it. read the story:

Once upon a time not long ago, when people wore pajamas and lived life slow

When laws were stern and justice stood, and people were behavin' like they our too good

There was a little boy who was misled by another lil' boy and this is what he said

"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make sum cash, robbin' old folks and makin' the dash"

They did the job, money came with ease, but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease

He robbed another and another and a sister and her brother

Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover, the cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,

He said, "keep still, boy, no need for static", punched him in his belly and he gave him a slap

But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped, the kid pulled out a gun

He said, "why'd you hit me?", the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney

The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure, "I'll do years if I pull this trigger"

So he cold dashed and ran around the block, cop radios in to another lady cop

He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister, a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her

Looked around good and from expectations, so he decided he'd head for the subway stations

But she was coming so he made a left, he was runnin' top speed till he was outta breath

Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him, then he made his move to an abandoned building

Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, opened up the door there, guess who he saw

Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope, who don't know the meaning of water nor soap,

He said, "I need bullets, hurry up, run", the dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun

He went outside but there was cops all over, then he dipped into a car, was a stolen Nova

Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near university,

Escaped alive though the car was battered, rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered

Ran out of bullets but still had static, grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic

Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full of lead

He told the cops, "back off or honey here's dead", deep in his heart he knew he was wrong

so he let the lady go and he starts to move on, sirens sounded, he seemed astounded

Before long the lil' boy got surrounded, he dropped the gun, so went the glory

And this is the way I must end this story, he was only nineteen, in a madman's dream

I saw the cops shoot the kid, I still hear him scream, this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh

Just another case 'bout the wrong path, straight and narrow or your soul gets cashed

G'night
 
Nas - N.Y. State Of Mind

Intro: Nas

Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)

(Word, it's time nigga?)

Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin)

Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap

Where fake niggaz don't make it back

I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now

Verse One: Nas

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin

Musician, inflictin composition

of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine

Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now

Bulletholes left in my peepholes

I'm suited up in street clothes

Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes

Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay

I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway

Or either on the corner bettin grands with the celo champs

Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps

G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit

Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped

Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin

Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston

Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and

I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin

Picked the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit

Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip

Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look

Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck

Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger

Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber

So now I'm jetting to the building lobby

and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be

(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same

Got youngin' niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name

and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners

In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us

Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact

Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black

Yo there's a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked

So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop

I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock

And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo

You gotta slide on a vacation

Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin

It drops deep as it does in my breath

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined

I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

("New York state of mind" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)

Verse Two: Nas

Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs

Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped

Investments in stocks, sewin up the blocks

to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops

But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger

Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger

I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin

Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin

Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter

Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta

In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays

Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze

full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed

From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black

I'm livin where the nights is jet black

The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back

and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn

Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, holmes

I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane

Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain

and be prosperous, though we live dangerous

cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages

It's only right that I was born to use mics

and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice

I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow

My rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule

The smooth criminal on beat breaks

Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes

The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps

That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks

I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers

In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya

Inhale deep like the words of my breath

I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death

I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times

Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind

("New York state of mind" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)

("Nasty Nas" --> cut and scratched 8X)
 
Trevor an them-Murs

Greatest pacman victory-aesop rock

pretty much any atmoshpere girl with tattoo hands was damn good
 
Expansion Outro-Talib Kweli

[Talib Kweli] (Spoken)

Yea, so we got this tune called ";For Women"; right

Originally, it was by Nina Simone

She said it was inspired by, you know

Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie

She said No Mrs.

Just Antie

She said if anybody ever called her Antie

she'd burn the whole goddamn place down

I'm over past that

Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders

[Talib Kweli]

I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a session

Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin'

We got in a conversation she said she a 107

Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a lesson

She had her head wrapped

And long dreads that peeked out the back

Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that

Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories

Felt like an angel had been sent to me

She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black

To afro then african-american and right back to nigger

You figure she'd be bitter in the twilight

But she alright, cuz she done sseen the circle of life yo

Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin

Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman

Her arms are long and she moves like song

Feet with corns, hand with callouses

But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly

And it attract a lot of energy even negative

She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy

Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond

This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon

Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been

Inflicted again and again and again and again and flipped

It to the love for her children nothing else matters

What do they call her? They call her aunt Sara.

Woman singing in the background

[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)

I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain

Her face is the same but she suffers an unusual pain

Seems she only deals with losers who be usin' them games

Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain

She tried to get it where she fit in

on that American Dream mission paid tuition

For the receipt to find out her history was missing and started flippin

Seeing the world through very different eyes

People askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides

Yo, her skin is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bond

And her hair is long and straight just like sleeping beauty

See, she truly feels like she belong in 2 worlds

And that she can't relate to other girls

Her father was rich and white still livin' with his wife

But he forced himself on her mother late one night

They call it rape that's right and now she take flight

Through life with hate and spite inside her mind

That keep her up to the break of light a lot of times

(I gotta find myself) (3X)

She had to remind herself

They called her Safronia the unwanted seed

Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds

(Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) (8X)

[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)

Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in Harlem

Holdin' hands under the Apollo marquis dreamin of stardom

Since they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin'

And now it got them generations facin' deseases

That don't kill you they just got problems

and complications that get you first

Yo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant

Cuz they scared of giving birth

How will I feed this baby?

How will I survive, how will this baby shine?

Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS in '89

At 14 the baby hit the same streets they became her master

The children of the enslaved, they grow a little faster

They bodies become adult

While they keepin' the thoughts of a child her arrival

Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival

Now she 25, barely grown out her own

Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin' out on the block

Up on the phone, talkin' about

(my skin is tan like the front of your hand)

(And my hair...)

(Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it,

it's alright it's fine)

(But my hips, these sweet hips of mine invite you daddy)

(And when I fix my lips my mouth is like wine)

(Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady)

(I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me)

(You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I)

(Why I'm yours if you got enough money to buy)

(You better stop with the compliments we running out of time,)

(You wanna talk whatever we could do that it's your dime)

(From Harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,)

(Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang)

Scratches + Woman singing in the background

[Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals)

A daughter come up in Georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds,

Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she can't read

It came from God and when life get hard she always speak to him,

She'd rather kill her babies than let the master get to 'em,

She on the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon

In church she learned how to be patient and keep wishin',

The promise of eternal life after death for those that God bless

She swears the next baby she'll have will breathe a free breath

and get milk from a free breast,

And love beeing alive,

otherwise they'll have to give up being themselves to survive,

Being maids, cleaning ladies, maybe teachers or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts

Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born,

They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs,

(But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,)

(Like the love I give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,)

(I'll kill the first muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff)

(I ain't got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,)

(Still running with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,)

(Freedom is the ultimate goal,

life and death is small on the whole, in many ways)

(I'm awfully bitter these days

'cuz the only parents God gave me, they were slaves,)

(And it crippled me, I got the destiny of a casualty,)

(But I live through my babies and I change my reality)

(Maybe one day I'll ride back to Georgia on a train,)

(Folks 'round there call me Peaches, I guess that's my name.)
 
Mr. Lif ft. Akrobatik- the avengers

At this point the predator blinks

Knowledge rifles past the head of the sphinx

The nation cringes as a terrorist thinks

How to spike his next target

But we're all americans here so our place is the market

Death to whoever tries to harm it

We'll demonize you

Provide adversity you'll never rise through

We upgrade to downsize you

Who says we can't buy you?

Here's a dollar that claims faith in Allah

Currency currently funding a holy war

You'll only get a little cut

So you know there's more

We assure you that we're heavily in debt

I'm sick, Sorry we don't have the remedy yet
 
ahh yes aesop is an alien. guy has intense lyrics, check out day light. but no one can top Eyedea! check it....

I stand alone

Burned every bridge over the troubled water

No longer hiding from my personality disorder

A stronger tide is coming and I've been running

trying to function fine with out my mind

climbing out this fucking corner

I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals

A forgotten rebel

Passed through the absence of parentally hands

to develop an evident level of benevolence

so it's probably better I sold my sold to the devil

This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me

Don't pretend to understand any of the issues that I'm holding

I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts

Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear

that I might go nuts this year

If I don't swell up I'll see you one my way

One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK

I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate

I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape

I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face

and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race

Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take

I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake

Introducing the corroded bumps I had behind my smile

I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now

And keeps me down, stealing all my energy

I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity

Not dealing with my tendencies

I peel the skin and then I squeeze

The real imprinted Hanse's disease

Not human in this century, I'm ill until the entity

Who built this penitentiary, It's filthy as a centipede

And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to

just let me breathe, While I wore a game face

In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place

This planet is just an overpopulated mental hospital

Each zombie walks around constitutes another obstacle

So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell

All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself

I'm insecure by every facet of the existence

From my addictions, to the conditions I choose to live in

Who you kidding I suffer from excess anxiety

A product of pollution in American society

Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind

and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind

but I've been trying disregarding my insanity

Every form of hurt isolates me from humanity

But it's provoked against being force fed

so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years

of headaches from my peers

Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own

They taught me how to know everything except my soul

Which is everything I need to grow

Everything that keeps me whole

Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea

So I leave with golden hope

to rip the beast that holds my focus

but the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains

It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft

The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains

So people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me

Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe

I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the rap thespian

Feeling my organs drilling distorted short portions

of morbid acid keeps the torture unfortunately crafted

interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder

The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in

Feels like the brain is hanging on but with clothes pins

I've hidden in the darkness for too long

I make it look all right but in the inside its so wrong

I want life to change but I don't know if it can

for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am

I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water

No longer hiding from my personality disorder

You want to die in my life then come and stay

in madness' favorite little corner

Cause even Shadows have Shadows

and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding

I scream in my dreams Away but they keep on defeating me

Even Shadows have Shadows

Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor

Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter

Even Shadows have Shadows

I'm about to break free from my fears

When I don't like what I see

and I can't feel what I hear

Even Shadows have Shadows

So don't judge a book by it's cover

Cause my story is fucked up as any other!

the guy has many more, the dive is crazy too.
 
Hanson - Mmmbop Lyrics

You have so many relationships in this life

Only one or two will last

You're going through all this pain and strife

Then you turn your back and they're gone so fast

And they're gone so fast

So hold on the ones who really care

In the end they'll be the only ones there

When you get old and start losing your hair

Can you tell me who will still care

Can you tell me who will still care

Refrain:

Mmm bop, ba duba dop

Ba du bop, ba duba dop

Ba du bop, ba duba dop

Ba du

Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose

You can plant any one of those

Keep planting to find out which one grows

It's a secret no one knows

It's a secret no one knows

In an mm bop they're gone, in an mmm bop they're not there

In an mm bop they're gone, in an mmm bop they're not there

Until you lose your hair

But you don't care

Refrain

Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know

Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?

Can you tell me if it's going to be a daisy or a rose?

Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?

Can you tell me? You say you can but you don't know
 
fuck yeah man eyedea is SICK... however i don't have this tune, think you could send it to me? WIfreeskier@hotmail.com
 
Anticipation - DL incognito

It's about how he meets some chick at a party and falls in love with her and then she leaves and he never finds her again. Couldn't find the lyrics.
 
Sage Francis - Climb Trees Lyrics

Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show

Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus

The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me

I stand still...stagnate. Can't kill...this lagged state

Life...manipulates itself around me, but I'm dead still

Upright...but dead still

Word is still born...I will not stoop to the level of the stoop

that y'all chill on

If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn

-er Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more...

because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes

have become sore

I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck

Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the f**k up

Jump in your pick up truck. Drive from the mountain range

Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young,

count the change

How strange...you think these clouds look lovely?

Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above me

No symbols...are below me enough to overlook

I know you read my every move, I wrote the book

Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. Endlessness is my

'to be continued...'

Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being interviewed

Shaking uncontrollably. 'How you doing?' 'Not bad...how about

you?'

Brought it right back to me like 'What've you been up to?'

I don't talk to freaks. I even ignore my neighbors who live down

the stairs

I walk the streets. And they don't know that I'm famous in 2000

years

So I say shit loud in their ears and I spit a wretched verse in

their face...

Disrespecting their personal space

In a split second, curtains and drapes get closed

They think they've shut me out, but I can see their ugly mouth

in the shape of 'O's

I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched

that says 'I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know

the haps:'

'I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down

Dead to this world. Bury me now.'

I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated

time to come

but its too late I've missed my fate. I 'F' with the deaf, blind

and dumb

My father taught me one thing...how to fire a gun

I don't bother...this is survival for fun

I have become the most sinister sin city clicker

cynical dim witted trixter

critical shit grinning hipster

Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be fearful

Be careful

not to make any...sudden...movements

Show me your sole...I like to study shoe prints

You've stepped to me before! I can recognize them stubby toes!

I left them guys with bloody clothes. For a second time...nobody

knows

The pain I've seen. Nobody knows the pain I've seen

Nobody knows why I've got a bloody nose or how they made it

bleed

Chorus:

Climb trees...go out on a limb

To find me...forget about him

Forget about hymns...what are those psalms that you sing

What are those songs that are in your head echoing...

I am not here to make a change. I break chains

I break dance moves and move Strange--

Strange Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission statements

Living in basements with subterranean secret service agents

With little patience. A pediatrician who hate kids

Women's lib is getting choked to death by their own baby bibs

Baby, did you know I love women who hate mankind?

I talk about it all the damn time....keep it comin' HUH!!!

'IIIIIIIII HHHHAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEENNNNN'

This conversation is mine. I own all the stock in boring small

talk,

And I've trade marked this facial expression called the 'gawk.'

So f**k off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey fights

While discussion groups infringe upon my copyrights

All them bitches want me tonight...I've been so great and

respectful

They only get salty when I bend them into the shape of a pretzel

I make them flexible when I break their schedule. It only got

hard...

When I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to give up...God

Damn...this is easier than I thought it would be

They'll attend any party and not fight it as long as they're

invited cordially

Unfortunately, I've only got so many hundred openings

But talk to me, I want to take you all under my broken wings

Who's the right man for the job?!

Put up your hands y'all because I'm not tall enough to stand up

to God

Who's the right woman?! Throw up one hand...and wave it now
 
eyedea - bottle dreams

Everyone knew she was a special young girl

From her neighbors to her teachers

Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius

It was amazing the way she could play the violin

It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten

But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster

This one just so happened to be her father

See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playin touchy touch

And tellin her to keep it hush

It was his seceret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust

Fucked her head up, sayin if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us

So she'd hide the desire to die

But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes

Walking around in the only real hell

No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell

Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of cryin

She was too young to even know why

[Chorus]

And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle sayin

'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tommarow'

Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shread of hope

Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat

But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink

I don't know why but the bottle always sinks

She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks

Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks

She made that violin sing with so much pain

You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations

What was once sweet and innocent

Is now riding with the phsychotic father

Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred

Her instrument was a rolly tongue

To express the infinite abuse in it's depths

At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weap

And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep

When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawn is light

She'd retreat to the same place she always did

Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might

Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live

[Chorus]

Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long

She lost the will to move on

Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong

Exausted, but stayin strong

She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make

nothing but sad songs

Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach

Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles

Sick of being daddy's little seceret

She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces

Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan

Only this time the diary and bottle was in her hand

Just walk with herself, away from the hell

Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for help

It was weeks before they found her dead body

Some fisherman reeled it from the water

like something from a detective novel

Diagonosis: suicide, stemed from desperation

Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles
 
Anticon is sick, noone knows though.

This is The Scarecrow Speaks by Deep Puddle Dynamics (slug, sole, dose one and alias as one)



sole:

okay everyone, put away your boyish desires, your bouyant sighs,

your rolling eyes, your lust for rolling rock.

your lust for getting rocks off with other's follies,

all your desires for couch and tv, pick up a book, pick up a shovel.

put down the gun, throw the fist.

throw intelligent words in this game of conversation.

try a new arrangement, dollars and sensibility,

intelligence and ability, eloquence and nobility, delicatessens.

treat your girl like you treat your tv.

how you should use your headphones as positive role models.

try staying home, stop trying to prove, stop trying to be,

stop trying to do, just be, prove, do, and exist.

go to college, respect your mother, look out for your little sister,

respect no one except yourself.

treat all others how you expect in return,

exercise intellect, if you lack it, pretend.

call few people enemies and call fewer people friends.

don’t do it for the wealth, do it all for the love.

love everything you do, and do nothing half-heartedly.

be what you speak, man, never speak on what you be.

even if you’re lost, front like you got a plan.

it ain't that hard, but stand if you’re ready to be a man.

dose one:

i come to you with one heart broken in two,

lashed hands, and many flaw, a man.

in return i ask only an ego that's unbiased listen,

to what i speak of, offers freedom from mind,

freedom from a focused impulse, free.

and not at all the spangled, yankee-doodle,

union, musket, and compass sense of liberty

which our forefathers in holy-wood have fed and sold us for scores.

i’m eluding, and rightfully so, to salvage clear-headedness

of composed fated state of human being no grand inquisitor myself.

i pour forth a pensive, frown upon and frustrated, humble, however furious.

this reason for being here, this well you’ve found is phenomenal alone.

in the immortal words of oliver wendell holmes,

"a mind that is stretched to a new idea never returns to its original dimension."

simplistically, topsoil is no seashell full of bitter ocean body, but it can be.

changing for and from, triumph to mystery, every somehow has a place,

where you dare not set foot and can’t see a thing.

so weave those silver threads into soul-leveled bonds,

and be unbounded no longer,

manipulative, let it go. go, let the wandering take it all in.

generate, make you yours, my masters, my pupils, my equals,

drop, decorate, i implore you, just think.

alias:

let me address you with two conflicting topics at this moment,

two paths, i’ve roamed it. intention to hit home with this discussion.

and make you pawn to strengthen your words,

not talking racial connotation, but loosely tied with bees and birds.

also loosely tied with opposites, the depths of negativity in your soul.

let it take control and you can see deeper into the hole,

of self-destruction, it's obstruction of the opposite feeling.

my fellow men and women, it's love and hate with which we are dealing.

i’ve experienced both words, let’s ponder my theory and thought,

on these two and the correlation that each other has brought.

i’ve sought the answer and i’ve found hate is stronger than love,

i love to hate you, i hate to love you. hate always ends up above.

it’s much easier to say you hate than to say you love a person,

but easier to say you love material or love currency when it’s dispersin'.

i’ve realized long ago that neither word is a delicate topic so

hence the circle on my finger, i.d.o., on that day was my flow.

and although i see many problems in my fellow man,

hatred of others is absolutely not my master plan.

my other spiritual half has taught me much about my true feelings.

i was slipping into mental remission but was brought into the healing process.

i consider myself blessed when i think,

floating up above the majority makes others look like they stink.

hating, you give up nothing, love, you give it up all,

so i smirk at all of ya'll while you await my downfall.

slug:

condescending,

the lake dove into when you finally acknowledge that i’m not pretending.

follow the language, the direction, the dialect,

the cadence, the enunciation, emphasis, pretentiousness.

assumptions, makin an ass of you,

point a in the air you share with me,

point b, now draw a straight line connecting us.

wait, wait man, who’s not paying attention?

see, class here’s the problem,

ya'll all need to stop resting and collectin' dust.

my stance resembles anger but no your perception’s crooked,

now be some good little bastards, turn your textbooks to page seven.

where it reads that god got drunk, drove heaven into a tree,

now there’s no reasons left for you to continue to breathe.

haha, just joking, only trying to see who’s listenin'.

now heads up, time to test the potential of your faults.

and the results will stay confidential,

for as long as you face the front of your self-esteem,

lose focus, get broken at the seams.

let’s open up the discussion for comments to complement

your circumcised mind state while i write on your anxieties.

trying to speak to the class and justify the act

of pointing my finger at your head and asking you "what the fuck is that?!"

thank you, thank you.

 
Mike Jones - Still Tippin'

It's dope...

"Still Tippin'"

(feat. Slim Thug, Paul Wall)

[Hook - 2x]

Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues

Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues

Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues

Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours

[Slim Thug]

Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix

It's that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick

Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping

Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping

Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues

Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours

Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo

Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window

These niggaz don't understand me cuz I'm Boss Hogg on candy

Top down at Maxi's wit a big glock nine handy

Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress

Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness

Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade

When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade

I got it made the big boss of the north

Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)

[Hook - 2x]

[Mike Jones]

Four fours I'm tippin'

Wood grain I'm gripping

Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping

Turn your neck and your dame missing

Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping

Like do or die I'm po' pimping Car stop rims keep spinning

I'm flipping drop with indvisible tops

Hoes bop when my drop step out

I'm shaking the block with four eighteens'

Candy green with eleven screens

My gasoline always supreme

Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean

It takes grinding to be a king

It takes grinding to be a king

First Round Draft Picks coming

Who is Mike Jones coming

Slab shining with the grill and woman

Slab shining with the grill and woman

I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't clone me

Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony

Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me

Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me

(I Said!) Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me

[Hook - 2x]

[Paul Wall]

What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ

My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp

I'm crawling similar to an ant cuz I'm low to the earth

People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth

I got eighty fours poking out at the club I'm showing out

I'm a player ain't no doubt hoes want to know what I'm bout

Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain

Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes

Switched the name It's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast

Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash

Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top

G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop

I got the internet going nuts

But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts

It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me

I'm on that five nine Southle baby holla at me

[Hook - 2x]

 
i was at a dive bar in cleveland wearing my denim Analog new era and some dude came up asking me about it, so after 10 minutes of discussing new era's/music/snowsports he busts out this huge anticon ant logo tattoo he has on his stomach. moral of the story? Sole fucking sucks (live or on CD)!

p.s. the aesop song lyrics you posted are awesome, that song was in my ski mix on my ipod last season cause its such a good song to ride to

and i agree with all the people saying all of slug's lyrics are good. he is a very underrated mc/songwriter in my opinion
 


Immortal Technique-You Never Know

it's long but hella good.

[Verse 1]

She was on her way to becoming a college graduate

Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid

The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with

Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire

Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire

Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez

Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless

At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids

The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids

But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play

"I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say

Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it

It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it

On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it

Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it

'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it

And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick

Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it

She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy

But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy

She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure

I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure

[Hook - Jean Grae]

Don't you know that, time waits for no man

Not fate, it's all planned

I'm blessed just to know you

I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night

Can't find, a reason why

God came, to you and I

If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go

Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know

[Verse 2]

Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad

I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad

That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it

So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute

I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours

On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers

Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower

We talked about, power to the people and such

We spent more time together but it was never enough

I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel

I was too interested, in keeping it real

Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino,"

And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks

Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak

It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks

She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets

To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you

Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu

We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too

Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew

So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true

I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears

But honey's only response, was a face full of tears

She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight

I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight

I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light

Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I went on with my life, college and my career

Ended up locked up like an animal for a year

Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer

Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near

At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her

Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared

Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer

came back, in tact and on track

But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold

Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home

My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone

Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone

Relatively well-known around the New York underground

But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down

The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair

Though gone physically, somehow it was still there

I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear

So I went and visited the building where she used to live

The world looks a lot different after you do a bid

The way your life done changed

While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game

Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine

Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name

Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta

But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter

[Hook]

[Verse 4]

She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind

She had left it there waiting, for such a long time

I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first

I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed

She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst

Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door

And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor

"Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said

"By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead

But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven

I thank God at least I got to know what love really was

But it hurt me, to see what true love really does

'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was

It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave

You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe

And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me

It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me

This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be

Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV

Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993

I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you

I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you

Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably

No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me"

What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur

But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her

She was buried on August 3rd

The story ends without a sequel

And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people

Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you

The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you

Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond

'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone
 
A perfect example.

The Notorious B.I.G. - I got a story to tell

Who y'all talkin to man?

Uhh

Check it out, check it out

This here goes out

to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches

in other niggaz cribs

thinkin shit is sweet

Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha

Live niggaz respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya

Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya

Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that

With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak

We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat

Sweetness, where you parked at?

Petiteness but that ass fat

She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuck witchu

The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo

Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio

Yo, the bitch push a double-oh

with the five in front, probably a connivin stunt

Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her

Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?

Then we all get laced

Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em

The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit

She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks

Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush

She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush

We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous

I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz

My 112, CD blast, I was past

She came twice I came last, roll the grass

She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown

Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home

Yep, tote chrome for situations like this

I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this

Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him

Before this fist put a spark to him

Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him

Lose a major part to him, arm, leg

She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer

Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh

Before my eyes could blink

She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"

He go back downstairs more time to think

Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient

She don't know I'm, cool as a fan

Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man

But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe

Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo

It came to me like a song I wrote

Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope

Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face

Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase

Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit

Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless

Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,

a hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"

Nigga pullin mad G's out the floor

Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door

Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell

Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh...
 
that's a great song.

and i got another.

Nas - Rewind

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done

Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son

Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen

I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending

The bullet goes back in the gun

The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga

Now he back to square one

Screamin, "Shoot don't please"

I put my fifth back on my hip

It's like a VCR rewindin a hit

He put his hands back on his bitch

My caravan doors open up

I jumped back in the van and closed it shut

Goin reverse, slowly prepared

My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there"

Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach

The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth

Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar

The blunt turns back into a cigar

We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans

Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC

I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first

Back upstairs, took off the black shirt

I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear

Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear

The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we"

So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat

Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya

'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"

Hung up the phone, then the phone rang

I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing

Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug

She fell to my bed and gave me a hug

I told her, "No hell"

She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss"

Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick

Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit

Then got up and put her bra back on her tits

Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"

Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind

Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice

I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice

The clock went back from three, to two, to one

And that's about the time the story begun

That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell

It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill"

[Message Beep]

Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me?

Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man

I found him, right now, I see him right now!

Let's kill him)

[Message Beep]

"Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace"
 
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