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Fake, fake records...
Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs 1, 2 It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain White folks says it controls your brain - I know better than that, that's game And we're ready for that two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry Agent with a wire, I'm gonna know it when I play it It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We rock for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills Because they not, MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R&B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake this real hip hop, And it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, what ya niggas wanna do DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit, 1, 2, 1, 2 DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up, John Blaze'd and shit DP's got that crazy shit We keep it crunk up... They call it... Fake, fake, fake records... |
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| 3:43 |
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[Mos Def]
Lawd, lawd have mercy All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop Say Black Star come to rock it non... Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenements Cause all my Brooklyn residents, heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHOA See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at [Talib Kweli] Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty What a pity - blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion That most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary Third rate teacher readin and talkin about, "I knew he'd amount to nothin" Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type, Who'd have thought they was frontin?" Talkin Loud like you in RCA, get carted away with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day Yo it's like [Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli] One two three Mos Def and Talib Kweli We came to rock it on to the tip-top Best alliance in hip-hop, yeah I said one two three It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee They shot Tupac and Biggie Too much violence in hip-hop, yeah [Mos Def] I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!) So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin It ain't about production and - what else we discussin? When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed COLOSSAL, true original B-boy apostle Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo [Talib Kweli] You think you the shit Somebody in the wings'll force you to quit It could be your crew or click Or some random kid you smoked Buddha with Consider me the entity within the industry without a history Of spittin the epitome, of stupidity - livin my life Expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty People follow me and other cats they hear him flow And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano [Mos Def] Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto Three hundred and sixty millilitres for all our believers In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us In the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheaters A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us (Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just Make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up [Chorus] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By TONY COTTRELL, TALIB KWELI GREENE, DANTE SMITH Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC |
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I'm taking my freedom, pulling it off the shelf
Putting it on my chain, wearing it around my neck I'm taking my freedom, putting it in my car Wherever I choose to go it will take me far I'm living my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden golden I'm taking my own freedom, putting it in my song singing loud and strong, groovin all day long I'm taking my own freedom, putting it in my stroll I'll be high stepping y'all, letting the joy unfold I'm living my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden golden I'm holdin on to my freedom, can't take it from me I was born into it, it comes naturally I'm strumming my own freedom in the god in me reverence in his glory, hope he proud of me I'm living my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden livin' my life like its golden golden livin' my life like its golden, golden, golden, golden, golden, golden livin' my life like its golden, golden, golden, golden, golden, golden livin' my life like its golden, golden, golden, golden, golden, golden living my life like its golden, it really matters to me oh! livin' my life like its golden, golden, golden, golden, golden, golden livin' my life like its golden, golden, golden, golden, golden, golden |
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(Mos Def)
Yeah, ha ha ha A-B-boys rock the world CD's and tapes help generate papes E-F is the important Def G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC Roll off the tongue like L-M-N-O-P And when I am done you will agree Mos Def represent most definitely Jesus what I used to rock it in '83 Drank up all the Kool-Aid at the block party Used to wish I could break the Rock Steady Wash this be the brown shoe on TV But now it's not dis and it's on like THIS My name is Mos Def, this is good as it gets Baby I make you rub your lips like sardines and grits My what still hits even when the record skip Even when the record skip Even when the record skip I don't quit, I don't quit We bout to make this one a sure hit Sean J. make the party people feel it (Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to introduce a very Interesting young man that has traveled from very far Away to be with us tonight) (Mos Def) Ha ha ha, what uh-huh There is such a place, that creates such a melody BROOKLYN No ladies it's a ?living G?, it's a living G, it's a living G LOVE LIKE THIS Recognize all area crew, whether you speak Japanese or Goony Goo Goo Son when I come through, other rappers boo-hoo Cuz they know they style's soft like baby doo-doo I will continue, to hit like a fifth of stolen Naya Puttin jokers on ice to get the cream like Breyer No secret, Mos Def is the one that hunts a Mya I get in my stance and set the dance on FIRE Spread out my wings and I take the world HIGHER Peace to the fam magnetic in the Chi Job-on, top Sean and my man Ahtu And all my other clan who reside in the Zoo Got a celebrated oatmeal broadcast crew Mos Def gon keep it naked like Um Fu-Fu (EDDIE!!) Put it here to the tape like crazy glue So when they bounce out of speakers they stick to you The way that I communicate is non-typical But high level like a 3-D visual I hold the mic extensive, exhibit level and dimension I radiate the space like a up-right bass Son I leave crews laced and escape wit no trace Sound official like the finish time at a horse race Here to put it in place, for the nine-uno-seis Mos Def set the pace, make your fam give chase Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific It's like that and you don't stop It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic B-BOY, scientific y'all You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm bust it Baby it's in my chromosomes to ROCK Microphones sets who wanna test the M-O Best to leave that *nigga* alone I make no bones or poems about droppin bars I make the world full swing under the Mos Def YES I ring the alarm like tennis sore My style hella-raw, I keep it raw bone like Skeletor And you should go and tell your clientele That they need to get The Message like Melle Mel I got the -- locked like a Death Row show And if I ain't a b-boy, Premier never used a bell (ding ding) So tell your boy, (what) crew to retire Before I make they *ass* catch fire like Richard Pryor Nondescriptive fiendin for riches, callin earths *bitches* But most of y'all brothers is livin wit your mothers Your Boogie Man yankin up your covers Sharper than some new box cutters, on Parkay's and butters And Stevie Wonder's, to make you run and tell the others The beat lovers, and play my jam like the numbers Son I rock the globe like I rocked your boat I'm bout to tap it on your shoulder cuz you got to know Now raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific Like that, and you don't stop It goes onto the rhythm you don't stop And raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic B-BOY, (hooo!!) scientific You don't stop, it goes onto the rhythm you don't stop Raise your hands in the air, everybody get wit it Universal Magnetic b-boy, scientific Like that, and you don't stop It go onto the rhythm you don't stop Now raise your hands in the air everybody get wit it The Universal Magnetic in a b-boy stance |
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Yeah..
Doo-doo-doo, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.. Doo-doo-d-doo, diggy-doo YO.. I never knew a luh, luh-luh, a love like this Gotta be somethin for me to write this Queen, I ain't seen you in a minute Wrote this letter, and finally decide to send it Signed sealed delivered for us to grow together Love has no limit, let's spend it slow forever I know your heart is weathered by what studs did to you I ain't gon' assault em cause I probably did it too Because of you, feelings I handle with care Some niggaz recognize the light but they can't handle the glare You know I ain't the type to walk around with matchin shirts If relationship is effort I will match your work I wanna be the one to make you happiest, it hurts you the most They say the end is near, it's important that we close.. .. to the most, high Regardless of what happen on him let's rely There are times.. when you'll need someone.. I will be by your side.. There is a light, that shines, special for you, and me.. Yo, yo, check it It's important, we communicate and tune the fate of this union, to the right pitch I never call you my bitch or even my boo There's so much in a name and so much more in you Few understand the union of woman and man And sex and a tingle is where they assume that it land But that's fly by night for you and the sky I write For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light If heaven had a height, you would be that tall Ghetto to coffee shop, through you I see that all Let's stick to understandin and we won't fall For better or worse times, I hope to me you call So I pray everyday more than anything friends will stay as we begin to lay this foundation for a family - love ain't simple Why can't it be anything worth having you work at annually Granted we known each other for some time It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine There are times.. when you'll need someone.. I will be by your side, oh darling There is a light, that shines, special for you, and me.. Yeah.. yo, yo, check it It's kinda fresh you listen to more than hip-hop and I can catch you in the mix from beauty to thrift shop Plus you ship hop when it's time to, thinkin you fresh Suggestin beats I should rhyme to At times when I'm lost I try to find you You know to give me space when it's time to My heart's dictionary defines you, it's love and happiness Truthfully it's hard tryin to practice abstinence The time we committed love it was real good Had to be for me to arrive and it still feel good I know the sex ain't gon' keep you, but as my equal it's how I must treat you As my reflection in light I'ma lead you And whatever's right, I'ma feed you Digga-da, digga-da, digga-da, digga-digga-da-da Yo I tell you the rest when I see you, peace There are times.. when you'll need someone.. I will be by your side.. There is a light, that shines, special for you, and me.. (I'll) take my chances.. before they pass.. .. pass me by, oh darling.. You need to look at the other side.. You'll agree.. |
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Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined Spit pesticides for rats and vermin Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is Far from a brand new kid to show biz Tryna hold on, maintain my focus Coming out a room with a could of smoke Smokers rolling with the punches I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives (Hook:) Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound Reach for my waist you hit the ground You better duck when that awful sound goes Boom Thats what's happenin in the parking lot Thats whats happenin on stage (Repeat Hook) The man at hand that rule the school And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z And be the most to boast I'm load and proud The game and reign that remain The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the More higher level of depth one step beyond dope To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note Cause I could never let em on top of me I play em out like a game of Monopoly Let it speed around the board like an astro And send them to jail for tryna pass go Shaking them up Breaking them up Taking no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So quest love let the fire roast So I can flow and we can kill the whole show cause (Repeat hook) I'm live Design a finer rhyme that's right on time One step beynd and not behind the line That seperates thought from divine You can take it as a caution or a warning sign Look for antonyms Words I'm sending em Homonyms, synonyms good like M&M's You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson My brain like a factory constantly creating Materials stitch by stitch for decoration My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining My passion of rhyming is fashion designing Now it get sorted cause people wanna sport it ya bought it If you didn't then you couldn't afford it Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show And my brain go I do my thing yo (Repeat Hook) |
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yeah yeah
oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah back in the day now back in the day when things were cool, hey all we needed was bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp ooooh, bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp well well well Soulflower take me flying with you, hey gimme dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp gimme some of dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp well well well back in the day when things were cool we used to meet up with these dudes then we′′d roll out on hopes and truths and would ride around the park till its after dark pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff well well well (chorus 2x) Soulflower take me flying with you, hey just gimme dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp gimme some of dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp well well well wailin and singin and jammin and talkin and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff well well well da laughin and singin and jammin and talkin pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff well well well laughin and singin and jammin and talkin and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff and we would ride around the park till its after dark and when we get home hope the dogs dont bark, puff well well well laughin and singin and jammin and talkin and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff well well well and we would ride around the park till its after dark and when we get home hope the dogs dont bark, puff well well well laughin and singin and jammin and talkin and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff well well well and we would ride around the park till its after dark and when we get home hope the dogs dont bark |
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Woke up this morning
Wit a smile on my face jumped outta bed took a shower, dressed, cleaned up my place Made some breakfast: Toast, two srambled eggs, grits Grabbed my keys, Grabbed my purse, Grabbed my jacket off to work Beaming all the way down third Is it the way you love me baybay? 2x 4:30 Can't wait to get home Naw girl go ahead I got something else to do Go ahead really Get your groove on Cause tonight my man is coming thru We gon hafto connect some other time (as much as i like to shake my thang on the dance floor) I got another nasty, freaky, right in mind Tonight, I'm gonna beat the high score. is it the way you love me baybay repeat adlib fade out |
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| 9:16 |
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I don't wanna write this down, [world... premiere] I wanna tell you how I feel right now [world... premiere] I don't wanna take no time to write this down, [world... premiere] I wanna tell you how I feel right now, hey [world... premiere] Tomorrow may never come For you or me Life is not promised Tomorrow may never show up For you and me This life is not promised I ain't no perfect man I'm trying to do, the best that I can, With what it is I have I ain't no perfect man I'm trying to do, the best that I can, With what it is I have Put my heart and soul into this song [yes yes] I hope you feel me )From where I am, to wherever you are I mean that sincerely Tomorrow may never come For and me Life is not promised Tomorrow may never appear You better hold this very moment very close to you [right now] Very close to you [right now] So close to you, So- close to you [your moment in history is right now!] Don't be affraid, to let it shine My Umi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see My Abi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see [I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My Abi said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My Umi said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people to be free, to be free...] Sometimes I get discouraged I look around and, things are so weak People are so weak Sometimes, Sometimes I feel like crying Sometimes my heart gets heavy Sometimes I just want to leave and fly away [fly fly fly, like a dove] Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself [ow!] Passion takes over me I feel like a man Going insane Losing my brain Trying to maintain Doing my thang Hey hey hey hey hey Put my heart and soul into this y'all I hope you feel me Where I am, to wherever you are [ha ha ha ha] Sometimes I don't want to be bothered Sometimes I just want a quiet life, with Me and my babies, me and my lady Sometimes I don't want to get into no war [Black people to be free, to be free...] Sometimes I don't wanna be a soldier Sometimes I just wanna be a man, but Umi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see My Abi said shine your light on the world Shine your light for the world to see [I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] My dreamers(?) said shine your light on the world [Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free] Shine your light for the world to see [Want black people] My elders said shine your light on the world [Hey hey] Shine your light for the world to see I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free All my people to be free, to be free, to be free Oh black people to be free, to be free, to be free Oh black people to be free, to be free, to be free That's all that matters to me (x7) Black people unite and let's all get down Gotta have what, Gotta have that love Peace and understanding One God, one light One man, one voice, one mic Black people unite come on and do it right Black people unite come on and do it right Black people unite come on and get down Gotta have what, Love, peace and understanding One God, one voice, one life One man, gon' shine my light Black people unite, now hop up and do it right Black people unite, now come on and do it right Yeah baby that's what I like Yeah baby that's what I like Yeah baby that's what I like... [Black people, my people....] |
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| 9:57 |
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Chorus: Erykah Badu (repeat 2X)
If you were worried ’bout where I been or who I saw or what club I went to with my homies baby don’t worry you know that you got me (Black Thought) Somebody told me that this planet was small we use to live in the same building on the same floor and never met before until I’m overseas on tour and peep this ethiopian queen from philly taking classes abroad she studying film and photo flash focus record said she workin on a flick and could my click do the score she said she loved my show in paris at Elysee Montmartre and that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart we knew from the start that things fall apart, intentions shatter she like that shit don’t matter when I get home get at her through letter, phone, whatever let’s link, let’s get together shit you think not, think the Thought went home and forgot time passed, we back in philly now she up in my spa tellin me the things I’m tellin her is makin her hot startin buildin with her constantly round the clock now she in my world like hip-hop and keep tellin me Chorus [Black Thought] Yo, I’m the type that’s always catchin a flight and sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night and that’s when she flip and get on some ’ol [Eve] Another lonely night seems like I’m on the side you only loving your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy keep that shit tight but yo I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me while politicin with my sister from new york city she said she know this ball player and he think I’m pretty Psych, I’m playin boo, you know it’s just wit you I’m stayin boo and when cats be poppin game I don’t hear what they sayin boo when you out there in the world, I’m still your girl with all my classes I don’t have the time for life’s thrills so when you sweatin on stage think of me when you rhyme and don’t be listenin to your homies they be leavin you blind [Black] Yeah, so what you sayin I can trust you? [Eve] Is you crazy, you my king for real [Both] But sometimes relationships get ill [Eve] No doubt Chorus [Black Thought] Thet snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat that’s whispering ″she tryin to play you for the fool Black″ if something’s on your chest then let it be known see I’m not your every five minutes all on the phone and on the topic of trust, it’s just a matter of fact that people bite back and fracture what’s intact and they’ll forever be I ain’t on some ″oh I’m a celebrity″ I deal with the real so if it’s artificial let it be I’ve seen people caught in love like whirlwinds listening to they squads and listening to girlfriends that’s exactly the point where they whole world ends lies come in, that’s where that drama begins, she like Chorus: repeat until fade |
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