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Me Against The World

07 September 2017

Black Flowers

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

It is a dangerous undertaking, you will be risking your life
It is a dangerous undertaking, his only hope is to find the place where real knowledge is being kept alive
It is a dangerous undertaking, you will be risking your life, but at the right moment, there will be a guide
Wolves start howling…
Wolves start howling…

Look what has risen out the bad patch
Shell cracked be the last of the batch to hatch
I’m here to blaze with my last bag and last match
And feel the fade, then I have to get my bags packed
I’m out for days on my way and a thousand pass
There is no way to count up years with an hourglass
So I don’t ever watch the clock while the hours pass
I’m busy chiseling this rock, flipping knots of cash
2 pounds of grass and a couple different blocks of hash
A home studio, a couch and a spot to crash
And I be digging in the mountain where the fountain’s at
You think you found it, but I’m bound to bring the power back
I did my studies and I never pulled the coward act
I’m feeling lovely but some loves didn’t ever last
Still not for nothing, a couple drugs left a sour flash
You seen my mug? It would probably turn the flowers black
But every step they would reach from the ground to catch
My heels and my ankles as I wrangle past
Doing the tango with destiny’s sexy ass
Feeling the strangle of the danger right upon my back
But I maintain though with the fate right upon my grasp
It’s BLS right there on that.


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31 August 2017

Stay True

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I shall stay true
Stay true
True in the game..

Check it
I’ve had people that I love, get taken away
I’ve had people I’ve trusted, change up, again led a stray
Death is only the beginning though
Even if they still alive, shit is different – yo
A door closes while another slowly gets us open
Try not overthink and blow it, but when the time is really by you’ll know it
Eyes reveal, truth flies, try to conceal
Lie to my face, but you wise, buying is real
But that’s a favor that they did for me, I’ll probably thank ’em
Y’all know if this was 1992, I’d probably shank ’em
Still, I chill, calm and cold, like orange juice jones
Be careful with your karma, you might tarnish your soul
But, that’s your journey, I try not to judge
Got my own bills to pay for, and my own hells to run through
I’m not beneath you or above you
Funny how “I love you” turned to “fuck you”
Tell I self be true

Dirt on my soul and mud on my pants
Smoke from my gun and blood on my hands
I’ve been through it all so what is my stance
Back against the wall still loving my chances
Buttered my bread and recovered my advances
Shuttered my senses, never studdered my answers
Overdoses to homicides, suicides, and cancers
Shoped out the fake, gave you an hour of glances
But I’m still standing here, after all these years
Speaking my truth this is all this is
All the nightmaring and dreaming, all the demons I’ve been haunted by
Angels have been keeping me alive when I want to die
Kept me feeling there’s a reason I should persevere
My memory is foggy, I can see my purpose clear
So many things to be afraid for, but the worst is fear
Yesterday is gone and so are you, it hurts to hear
I could’ve burst in’ tears; instead, I write this letter
We had to wave the white flag, couldn’t fight forever
I don’t think I’ve been the same since the ties have severed
See the truth, but the lies are better
So be true.


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19 August 2017

Shut Up

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Right
State your name, cuz
Stormzy, innit?
What we doing today?
Repping, innit?
Yeah, fucking repping, innit?
Yeah, fire in the park, let’s go!

Man try say he’s better than me
Tell my man, shut up
Mention my name in your tweets
Oi, rudeboy, shut up
Better than me?
Shut up
Best in the scene
Tell my man, yo, yo

Couple man called me a backup dancer
Onstage at the BRITs, I’m a backup dancer
If that makes me a backup dancer
The man in your vids? Backup dancer
The man in your pics? Backup dancer
Man wanna chat about backup dancer
Big man like me with a beard
I’m a big man, how the fuck can I–?
Army comes everywhere I go
I can’t run when my enemies show
Walk in the club with all of my tugs
Party’s done, everybody go home
Apart from the girl dem, you lot stay
Walk in the club, all the girls say, “Hey”
Tell a man like I’m K to the A
There’s no champagne, we don’t rave
Yeah, I’m the best, I’m so cocky
I’ve got a mob like A$AP Rocky
I set trends, dem man copy

They catch feelings, I catch bodies
They roll deep, I roll squaddy
Got about 25 goons in my posse
They drink Bailey’s, I drink Vossy
I get merky, they get worried
If you got a G18, bring it out
Most of the real bad boys live in south
If you wanna do me something, I’m about
I’m not a gangster, I’m just about
But you see my man over there with the pouch?
Dare one of you man try get loud
All of my mandem move so foul
I might sing but I ain’t sold out
Nowadays all of my shows sold out
Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out
When we roll in, they roll out
I’m so London, I’m so south
Food in the ends like there ain’t no drought
Flipz don’t talk like he’s got no mouth
I wanna make my mum so proud
Like, “Yo, Mum, book a flight, go now”
All of my ex-girls stalking me hard
Talk to my face, don’t talk to my palm
Had four bills and I bought me a car
Little red whip that I bought for my marge
I straight murk, it’s a walk in the park
I take care when I water my plants
These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics
You ain’t even lord of your yard
Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone
Me and your girl, we speak on the phone
Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own
Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne
I was out hungry, so damn hungry

Man tried eat then leave me the bones
Now these niggas, they need me to grow
Hot chocolate and a panini to go
I’m a big man, fuck a postcode war
Man were upset about the MOBO Awards
Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards
Why? ‘Cause I ain’t won a MOBO before
Duh! All of you MCs sound so bitter
Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter
Shoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper
Best my age, yeah blud, look
If you don’t rate me, shame on you
If you don’t rate me, shame on you
Can I order a deathbed for a MC?
He wants beef? Let me make that two
Anyone else wanna make that move?
Anyone else wanna pay their dues?
Imposters wanna take my tunes
Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth, check it
Don’t even talk too much, you’re a talker
Dem man still go halves on a quarter
Saw me turn from a prince to a pauper
Two cigarettes and a bottle of water
Told the bouncer, get the bottles in order
Man in the kitchen putting in orders
Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water
Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters

Yeah, so shut your fucking stupid mouths
Chatting bare fucking shit
Shut the fuck up, shut your fucking mouth
Oi, rudeboy, shut up
One time, yeah, chatting bare fucking shit
Shut up, man
Pussies, what?

Brown skin girl in the club, I want that one
Who’s got Rizla and chip? I wanna strap one.


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15 August 2017

Are U There?

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I need to know
That you’re here with me

Here with me
Here with me
Here with me…


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09 August 2017

Above the Law

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Sometimes life seems so unfortunate
That’s why I don’t give a shit
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer
It’s just so disproportionate
You don’t know just what I go through
That’s why I would rather show you
Just how far that I can take it
Every rule, I’m breakin’ it..

Terrible, but not rip-able, invincible, I hung invisible
Fuckin’ mistletoe all over the world, I stuck my ass up under it
Now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes
Here we go, Bad and Evil so you know how this’ll go
The competition’s miserable, we stomp them bitches this is no
Joke, going overboard like someone threw us off the boat, choke
Cough from all the smoke, I’m tryna stay on fire
So you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers, I don’t love the hose
Someone let the cat out the bag, now it’s time to stuff its face
Back in that bitch, smother that little motherfucker ’til it suffocates (who)
You! had long enough of a wait
Why are they tryin’ to be so secretive Bad and Evil is reunited, hey?
Came back to annihilate the games in dire straights as I await
Word on Satan as I drop fall to my knees before this Ouija board
And I pray now I lay me down to sleep
I do this shit in my sleep I’m sleeping now imagine if I awake
I’m champ bitch, I’ll never taste the canvas
Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mushy, so you can’t squish
Nowhere near a tush, in fact if I jump out a bush
In a sneak attack’s the only way I’ll say I am-Bush
Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish
Stand-offish to hoes, keep your hands off this
Can’t top it, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for?
Law? Fuck protocol, I’d holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore

Baby I’m lawless, you couldn’t burn me if you threw acid on me
I’m at you homie, I’m at your home ready to spray you while you nappin’ homie
Have everything on and around your mattress lookin’ like the word in front of a matrimony
You high, thug yeah go ‘head jump, no matter how high you get
You gon’ come up short like Spud Webb
My DUI’s get waived like saying bye
Still ridin’ with no L’s like James Todd
Can’t change I thank God for my safe thinking
Last time I was safe thinking, me and my niggas was doin’ a bank job
I stay violent, y’all go the peace route
You got a mouth like Kanye, I’ll knock your whole bottom row of teeth out
No disrespect to Mr. West, shit I’m just nice with mine
And this just rap, I’m just like Ricky Hatton, I just like the line
These weak rappers want to set us up, they never tough
They ask me for a hook, I tell ’em left or right, head or gut?
What y’all messin’ with is a nigga that’ll leave you FUBAR
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Y’all are rock stars, I’m the opposite
I could just throw a rock and hit a star for the fuck of it
Partner, you’re not hard, I body your hot bars
Beef is left you pray, right like Allahu Akbar
Let’s go, when I leave y’all shot, you ain’t gon’ be on your Metro
In a bad area that call dropped.


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01 August 2017

Enter The Game

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Long bright legs
Folding a secret in their web
You’re in a deck chair
And the smile you wear

So slowly taste me bare
A dash of flesh in your eye
And a snapshot of your veins

A pair of long bright legs
Sitting on a powder keg
Just a snapshot of my hand

Long bright legs
Your hold my secret in your web
I’m on your deck chair
And the sun we share

I long for your long bright legs
When will you be mine again
Just a snapshot of your end

Just a snapshot in L.A.

Are you gonna come again?
Are you gonna rule my shell?
Just a snapshot in L.A.


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20 July 2017

Guilty All The Same

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Tell us all again what you think we should be
What the answers are, what it is we can’t see
Tell us all again how to do what you say
How to fall in line, how there’s no other way
But oh, we all know

You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
You’re guilty all the same!

Show us all again, that our hands are unclean
That we’re unprepared, that you have what we need
Show us all again ’cause we cannot be saved
‘Cause the end is near now there’s no other way
And oh, you will know

Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y’all explain, what kind of land is this
When a man has plans of being rich but the boss’s plans is wealthy
Dirty money scheme, a clean split is nonsense
It’s insane, even corporate hands is filthy
They talk team and take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty
At anybody’s expense, no shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt free, they claim that ain’t the way that they built me
The smoke scream before the flame
Knowing as soon as dough or the deal peak
They say it’s time for things to change
Rearrange like good product rebuilt cheap
Anything if it’s more to gain drained, manipulated like artists
It’s real deep until no more remains, but I’m still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock
Till pop and radio and record companies killed me
Try to force me to stray and obey
And got the gall to say how real can real be?
You feel me, we’ll see that green could be to blame or greedy for the fame
TV or a name, the Media, the game, to me you’re all the same
You’re guilty.

You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
There’s no one else to blame!
Guilty all the same!
Guilty all the same!
You’re guilty all the same!

R.I.P Chester Bennington


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06 June 2017

HiiiPower

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

The sky is falling, the wind is calling
Stand for something or die in the morning.

Every day we fight the system just to make our way
We been down for too long, but that’s alright
We was built to be strong, cause it’s our life, na-na-na
Every day we fight the system, we fight the system
We fight the system (Never like the system)
We been down for too long but that’s alright, na-na-na.

Visions of Martin Luther staring at me
Malcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me
I’m falling victim to a revolutionary song, the Serengeti’s clone
Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone
You slipped your disc when I slid you my disc
You wanted to diss but jumped on my dick
Grown men never should bite their tongue
Unless you eating pussy that smell like it’s a stale plum
I got my finger on the mothafuckin’ pistol
Aiming it at a pig, Charlotte’s web is going to miss you
My issue isn’t televised, and you ain’t gotta tell the wise
How to stay on beat, because our life’s an instrumental
This is physical and mental, I won’t sugar coat it
You’d die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it
And everything on TV just a figment of imagination
I don’t want plastic nation, dread that like a Haitian
While you mothafuckas waiting, I be off the slave ship
Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs..

Just call the shit HiiiPower
Nigga nothing less than HiiiPower
Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
I mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid
You can’t resist his HiiiPower
Throw your hands up for HiiiPower!

Visions of Martin Luther staring at me
If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy
Sorry mama, I can’t turn the other cheek
They wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow’s peak, uhh
And she always told me pray for the weak, uhh
Them demons got me, I ain’t prayed in some weeks, uhh
Dear Lord come save me, the devil’s working hard
He probly clocking double shifts on all of his jobs
Frightening, so fucking frightening
Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license to kill
I’m standing on the field full of land mines
Doing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time
Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend
Tryna be a fucking legend, the man of mankind
Who said a black man in the Illuminati?
Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party
So get up off that slave ship
Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs..

Just call the shit HiiiPower
Nigga nothing less than HiiiPower
Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
I mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals
You can’t resist his HiiiPower
Throw your hands up for HiiiPower

Who said a black man in the Illuminati?
Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party
Last time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey
On the freeway to Africa ’til I wreck my Audi
And I want everybody to view my autopsy
So you can see exactly where the government had shot me
No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable
They play musical chairs once I’m on that pedestal
Frightening, so fucking frightening
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
The reason Lauryn Hill don’t sing, or Kurt Cobain
Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy
Product of the late 80’s
Tryna stay above water, that’s why we shun the navy
Pull your guns and play me, let’s set it off
Cause a riot, throw a Molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost
Cause we been off them slave ships
Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs!

Just call the shit HiiiPower
Yeah nothing less than HiiiPower
Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
I mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus
You can’t resist his HiiiPower
Throw your hands up for HiiiPower

Thug Life! THUG LIFE!


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23 May 2017

Good Morning

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Good morning!

Wake up Mr. West, Mr. West
Mr. Fresh, Mister, by himself he’s so impressed
I mean damn, did you even see the test?
You got D’s, muthafucka D’s, Rosie Perez
And yer ass barely passed any and every class
Looking at every ass, cheated on every test
I guess, this is my dissertation
Homie this shit is basic, welcome to Graduation..

Good morning, on this day we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of
I’m like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary
Detroit Red cleaned up
From the streets to the league, from an eighth to a key
But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets
From the moments of pain, look how far we done came
Haters saying you changed, now you doing your thang..

Good morning, look at the valedictorian
Scared of the future while I hop in the DeLorean
Scared to face the world, complacent career student
Some people graduate, but be still stupid
They tell you read this, eat this, don’t look around
Just peep this, preachers, teach us, Jesus
Okay look up now, they done stole yo’ streetness
After all of that you received this..

Good morning!
Hustlers that’s if you’re still living, get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning!
Hustlers that’s if you’re still living, get on down
Get on down
Get, get on down.


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10 May 2017

Pray

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

So I bow my head and pray
So I bow my head and pray
Don’t let ’em get in my way, ay
Don’t let ’em get in my way..

Born in the jungle, it’s the lion’s den
What the hell you gon’ do when it’s your time to spend
I’m thinkin’ to myself “should I take that chance?”
Do I not? The streets callin’ and it’s in my hands
You either runnin’ from the cops or you runnin’ the block
Do the devil’s work and hope you don’t get shot
Yeah I’m still young but all work no play
Student of the game, one day sensei
Now I do anything for my fam
Even if that means I gotta push a couple grams
To get a couple grand
Momma told me it won’t be easy
Runnin’ through these streets in a flash, can’t see me
I’d do anything for my fam
I might have to do some shit that you don’t understand
To get a couple grand
Momma told me it won’t be easy..

Proceed with caution, the city don’t sleep
Just know that when you fam everybody gon’ eat
My homie from the corner just passed last week
Said he would live forever when I asked last week
It’s crazy I wanna be patient but
Time is tickin’ I cannot waste it love
Money, power, respect, until I am the best
King of all things, it is I in the flesh..

Get it how I live
Follow what I feel
And I know I can use some change
But sometimes to make it out you gotta do some things
Get it how I live
Follow what I feel
And I know I can use some change
But sometimes to make it out you gotta do some things.


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