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No time to wait, gotta make cake Keep your burners on bake 'cause the streets ain't safe [x4] [Verse 1] The streets got me layin, same games, no rules 'Bout to go legit, flip quick on these fools I look at hustle, in the long term sense I ain't tryna be stuck with a long term sentence Calculate my moves like I'm Bumpy Johnson Bring it to 'em by surprise, straight dumpin on 'em Mentally I could chalk out your physical Way before you even taught of ever grabbin your pistol I can't wait to get the drop first, and watch it drop first 'Cause you swine like knock words I hit your face, turn your head when I come through My man wanna get at you with the gun fool We maneuver through the hood quicker than light speed The god always hook me up with the tight weed I hit your stance, you pollutin my cypher I'm all in your way 'cause it's my duty to slice ya [Chorus] [Verse 2] Your poor fee is with you Divine justice when the niners hit you Didn't know the half, so I split you It's the righteous don, when I write my songs It's like the quiet storm, till my mic is on And once I got ya, it's too bad, too late It's two of y'all, they'll find your bodyparts in two lakes There's more of y'all, well I'm well prepared To stab you where you bleedin, wipe your lung in my sleeve From the hood to the office, I'm good for a profit Like Kareem with the sky hook, how could you stop it If I got to, I'll send a son or two at you Straight pit, them dogs will turn you to cat food I'm that dude, the one that's callin the shots Went away and came back, niggaz was all in my spot Sheisty niggaz even had their hands all in my pot Gave 'em a group raid and buried them all in one plot [Chorus] |
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Yea, it's the Baldhead SLick ya heard, aka
Dog ruizi, my man Solar on the track. I'm about To hit one out the park baby. Peep this [Chorus] You need to put me in the hall of fame I'm worldwide, a legend in this game. Check the resume You could put me in the hall of fame I'm worldwide, a legend in this, Check the resume [x2] [Verse 1] Peep my groundwork, check how it's masterfully laid Composition when written gets classically made Start with a concept then collect the beat Sit and write the bomb shit and rep the streets Respect my state of mind, I never waste a line Suckers are featherweight, while I'm heavyweight with mine I caught more war scars than others profess to Don't ask me to kick no rap, ask me to bless you It's special, just like a brand new three-eighty Have you thrash your CD, 'cause man your forgaize Or you could catch me with the gods building You can catch me on the mic, spitting juice to all the god's children If I sold out, I could've sold millions But in a minute, I'm about to hold billions 'Cause after the charade, and after the parade Niggaz got to pay homage, to the master of this trade [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] My lineage is large, my pilgreamage was hard But I held down my square, my images of God I hit the corner like I'm real familiar I get up on ya like a wise guy will be familiar And all the haters want to throw me off, bitches want to blow me of Got die-hard fans, like I'm holy cross See I'ma put you in your place Niggaz be shook when they see a crook With triggers in their face The triple OG's is back in his rest Scheming on the way, to kill a demon is his quest I'm planning all the way, got cannons all the way Got a boat load of artillery, landing on the bay I never really cared about critical acclaim Still I never let a punk, try to ridicule my name And after all the hatin' and all of the debatin' Niggaz will run to the stage, to see the master conversatin' [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] I'm like a one-man army, You little bums can't harm me And don't try to send no little holocs to charm me The hall of famer with my microphone flamer The baller trainer with my monotone banger I travel light years mentally Essentially I'm wise, as if I've been here for centuries And after the charade, and after the parade Niggaz got to pay homage, to the master of this trade [Chorus x2] Audience ovations |
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It's yo man Guru. Building right now in the lab
With the god Solar. Tuning you in like so not Tracking you down. Niggaz tried to dome my shine But now my shit is crazy bucked up [Chorus] It's gettin all, too dark to see. Too dark to see, what I need to be. And you know I can't use it any more. We need the streets to peace. [x2] [Verse 1] Fake friends tried to keep me down, life tried to beat me down I bounced back nigga, and nothing can defeat me now The game had me twisted, angry and upset About to take it all risk it, crash and burn like a jet But I live for this, yes I was made for this I acrificed for this, and there is nothing I would trade for this So every ghetto I walk through, every person I talk to Could feel me, bringing life like I ought to [Chorus] It's gettin all, too dark to see. Too dark to see, what I need to be. And you know I can't use it any more. We need the streets to peace It's gettin all, too dark to see. Too dark to see, what I need to be. And you know I can't use it any more. The fights, the mic, my life [Verse 2] See I'm a strong man, you try to play me I'm the wrong man And when I spit, it's like smacking you with long hands You can't bury me with jealousy I got soul, watch me move the crowd, check my melody Mysery loves company, that's what they say So all you lame ass niggaz, stay the fuck away Mad rooms filled with snakes waiting to suck my energy They explode at the dust, just another bad memory [Chorus] [Verse 3] I heard it all son, from threats to straight lies Any problems, I'm rolling with vex to take lifes I ain't want it like that, but I be damn If I don't Preserve and protect, and what's a man if he won't That's why right now I'm on the next page boy You don't really want to take it to the next phase boy My struggle prepared me, that's why you all leary You thought you was Bruce Almighty like Jim Carrey [Chorus] |
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(feat. Jean Grae , Talib Kweli)
[Chorus: x2] Power, money and influence I had a taste of it, now I'm all into it The game ain't over 'till I get my share 'till I have my run, this here is my year [Jean Grae] Man, I'm a tycon, whether in person or slick right on Crisp Nikes on, six niggaz with sick pythons Right around your area, face close like a scared Straight playin your host, you get bitched out This ain't fluffin a rang, this clip ain't bang You sittin lame duck, shittin on the names stuck I vow this year, power's mine If I gotta sketch up my name, empowering rhymes If I gotta attend jail just to boost up the sales I know a laber owner that I'd love to bruise up for bail I know my family got it, they pull together but it's amniotic I mean baby like askin for a name spot it The talent, the influental and erotic Put on the back burner but potential as a parent Every track is a murder but could treat it like lobonic The play that graze here, now MC's in a daze mind [Chorus] [Guru] In one second flat I tear your whole frame Plus we pack like a stadium does, at a pro game Got so many ways to end yo glory Rub you out, shut you down, then it's end of story I'm like Robert Horry with a clutch three You can't touch me, the black double oh-seven, nigga trust me Modern day Ali when it comes to the rhyme Know how to hold the fort down when they comin for mine I'm crafty, I move swift and changeable Plus I'm aware, of what jealousy and anger do You can't help yourself then you can't help me Can't smell what the truth is then you can't smell me You can tell a million stories about how gully you are Then as soon as you finish, I'm be pullin your card I step so courageously, I rap so amazingly I guess you could say, that niggaz slept on me basically [Chorus x2] [Talib Kweli] Jean Grae, Kweli, Guru, for the first time Let the games begin like Jaceson Taylor wrote his first rhyme Technology make niggaz lazy, with the pro tools Even you could write your verse in the booth like you were Jay-Z A Hollywood between reality tv and rap Is there ain't no more use for the classically trained actor First light bulb ever made is still burnin They sell the ones that burn out to take the money you earnin Word that marijuana grow too natural to be a cash crop We have cops at bars, smokin squares, throwin back shots They walk the street and bring the heat to the apshalts Servin, protectin the half, beatin on the half not Niggaz talk greasy in the magazines 'Till they track down and you hear the sounds of loaded magazines Havin dreams 'till they ribs got a gat in between Passion for cream, make a nigga wanna splatter your spleen That shit is mean [Chorus x2] |
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Taking off my jacket, my talk is classic 'bout to elevate to kingpin in this racket Taking off my jacket, my talk is classic 'bout to elevate to kingpin [Verse 1] Here it is now, it's back to the best Complete with hollow-tip vocals made to smack through your vest First I drop on, then I'm going after the rest You gon' need deacons and ushers, I have to confess I spit flamous, live famous, no need for this glanous You could point the finger at me, it was I who made this I'm like *Hannibal* in Rome, I'll dismantle your dome Leave your fresh carcass out, where the animals roam Pull savages, could lose whole savages I wreck whole spots, and I pay no damages Remember the face but you can't place the scene Set an incredible piece, while you chase your dream I aint worried about how many that come, we'll watch them go They all want to stop my show and stop my dough But I know that the people endorse me This means that I'm the new boss, I got the streets to enforce me [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Now the streets may show love but the po-po doesn't They want to lock us all up like it's a local custom Some people are frauds, yet you hope to trust 'em Soon as you find they snitch, you ready to load and bust one Not an advocate of violence, but I fight for truth I like firing rhymes more than I like to shoot I see the young ones, grabbing their guns for fun Aint nothing glamorous about slinging jums in the slums The god came up hard, straight of the boulevard Playin to win, stay in your skins like a bullet scar Authorized to rise just like baker's ease Now those who come against me, want to make the peace And all you knuckle-head, coward ass chumps get back Rhymes spray, fools pay, as if I dump my mack And of course you know the people endorse me This means that I'm the new boss, I got the streets to enforce me [Chorus x2] |
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Feed the hungry, and house the poor We gotta save these babies and stop the wars. [x2] [Verse 1] What is success if we can't reach back And drop a jewel, in today's schools, they don't teach that Our ancestors were kings and queens, peep that So called educators need to learn to teach facts From the slum alleyways and the burned-down apartments TO the drug infested buildings where the gun rounds be barking I see promise in the eyes of the babies Still the death toll and trauma, drive me crazy I watch how they're making us, I spot where they're taking us In every neighborhood, the block is hot and dangerous And what's the point of a fist in the air If the children are starving, and the men don't care BUt niggaz dont care, and they don't realize For us to have the chances we got, many have died And hear the cries of the innocent ones, the victims of guns And see how shits wickedly run [Chorus x4] [Verse 2] Though they might hate my kind, they cant incarcerate my mind I control my own fate, watch me break these vines Who else can enlighten the people and fight against evil Comes against me, and your plight will be legal You know they gonna start another war again We got a few good men, but there's much more of them And I doubt we'll see another Martin or Malcolm 'Cause the rims and the blimps, have distored the outcome And how come, we'd rather floss than get our souls right Still some stay up hustlin the whole night I Guess that's why we got war in our own hoods 'Cause we can't even save ourselves, for our own good And what don't kill you can make you stronger Keep procrasinating, it'll take you longer But in these trouble times, so many troubled minds I see them rocking us to sleep like a lullaby [Chorus x2] It's easier for one, to give advice Than it is for a person to run one's own life That's why I can't get caught up in all the hype I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight It's easier for one, to give advice Than it is for a person to run one's own life That's why I can't get caught up in all the hype I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight [Chorus x2] [Female singer] WE gotta stop the war. Save the children. Yea Feed the hundry, house the poor. We gotta save The babies and stop the war. [Voice fades out] |
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He was talking all loud and he knew that he was frontin' And he slept on his job so he didn't see us coming Had to fall back, he didn't want no problems It wouldn't be a nice thing to get involved in. [x2] [Verse 1] It's gifted, unlimited, rhymes universal I get at you, I'm that dude, my style could you GURU, the keeper of the gate, lead you to your faith Righteously I stand with my heat around my waist They said I couldn't do it, I suceed with ease Others bleed over greed, I'm smoking trees overseas Listen fucker, you don't want to tussle and muscle You don't want to end up on the wrong side of my hustle I could walk on any block in any continent MAke MC's step their game up and fuck up their confidence A true definition of a season vet I ain't expose you, 'cause I ain't have a reason yet ANd If I seem upset, or maybe even vexed It's 'cause somebody owes me dought and yo I need my check Still I'm a daring, dash it, tearing their dome Said you was a gangsta, found out you was wearing a thong [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] It's them loud-mouth cats that get you into trouble Keep your nose clean, that way you could slowly bubble I created a man and created supply If I had a school, rappers coudln't wait to apply I'm tremendously tight, when defending my right I'll throw a combo, and then I'm ending the fight The G U R U with SOlar on the track Pop shit and run away and catch a hole in your back The streets been mine and I ain't never left I ain't never forfeit and I ain't never forget The hallways, the alleyways, the cornerstore action Straight gullyness, I generate pure attraction New York talk without a pacid to walk Better reach motherfucker, that's your last resort I'm a daring, dash it, tearing their dome Said you was a gangsta, found out you was wearing a thong [Chorus x2] |
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Money, cars, clothes, give me all of that FLows, shows, hoes, I got all of that Sex, teks, checks, give me all of that Cribs, chicks, whips, I got all of that [Verse 1] If you want to know just how I feel Then fall back boy, while I'm adjusting my steel I'm a semi short nigga but my game is tall I like money, clothes, cars just the same as y'all Been down in the dirt and it was hard to come up Had to grind like a motherfucker, sun down to sun up Me and my niggaz used to dream of this Now it's all on me, I do my thing with this Blast at you rapper cats, slash past your battle raps You're in the hospital, body cast after that One of the realest you could ever meet Get love in every hood 'cause I rep the streets with clever speech You'll never reach, my legendary status MY presence is alarming, my chicks be the baddest So nigga just close your mouth I close you down and take everything like open house [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Yall fools don't want it, word to my moms I can see it in your eyes that you scurred to be harmed And I don't give a damn if you, came with your man or crew Still gon' have to dismantle you and hammer you Don't let me catch you, after dark I'll snatch your heart when the desert E sparks I'm nice with a two, might fight with a fool Why I'm spazing, 'cause I don't be liking y'all fools And niggaz front 'cause I could bag they broad I don't want they bitch, they could have their broad I'm on some businesses, a mansion, a yacht See I'm a winner girl, that man ain't got what I got I work for the riches baby, hurt from the stitches baby Stay alert and go beserk just to get the gravy So nigga just close your mouth I close you down and take everything like open house [Chorus] |
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