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28 July 2016

This Bitter Land

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

This bitter land
Watered with my soul
The fruit it bears
Leaves me so cold
This bitter land
Does nothing for love
This bitter land
Brings pain from above, oh-oh..

Yeah, running on the concrete across the train tracks
The devil is behind me
In the ghetto where’s you’ll find me, it’s where I stays at
Cop shot us up, he get a medal then retire
But it never will define me
Write a letter to the president, whoever in control of the society
Tell ’em stop riding me, stop driving us into a suicidal ideology
Tryna feed my seeds
Getting high on weed, study my degrees
Stay fly, getting paper
With some dead white people faces in the circle of spaces around the green
I’ma lean, taking Percs as a bit of Earth
Is a nigga cursed? Am I blessed? See what I mean
It’s a test, life is a test
Life is like a hood, hard
Trying not to fall between the cracks
In the cracks it’s so dark, and the dark
Seems more appealing than the light in the land
Where you gotta fight
Catch a body in the night, we need a plan
To survive, to survive the land
Survive the storm, when it comes through
Either you’re busy living or busy dying, look what it’s come to
Look what it’s come to, so what you’re gonna do?

This bitter land is far too real
This bitter land, it does not heal
Cause in the land skies are grey
But we fight the storms that come our way
A boy who strives to be a man
Must push to lead with all he can
Oh, this bitter land
Oh, bitter land
Oh, oh, oh, oooh
This bitter land can’t stop my fight
This bitter land

Look what it’s come to
So what you gonna do?
My land.


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16 July 2016

The Get Back

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I see we had a long night last night…

I just seen some killer’s get some get back
I tried to tell these police that we with dat
I just seen some gangsta’s get some get back
I tried to tell these police that we with dat
I look at these shootings like I did that (I just did that)
I tried to tell them these blood nigga’s with dat
I just seen some crips get some get back (Wuddup cuz)
I’m just trying to tell Obama that we with dat
And this shit ain’t over..

Laying on the roof waiting for 12 to come through
.223 shells what they hell they gon’ do?
Gripping on the handle
Thinking about Philando (Rest in peace)
I’ma blow out his candles, make him out of example
I’ma take you to Atlanta
I’ma hit em with it while I get em with it
Pussy nigga’s stay away from me if you ain’t really with it
Rap nigga’s keep preaching this peace shit
But just on some last week shit
You was talking that street shit
That Pulling up busting your heat shit
Look how they laid that hand
That baby was sitting in the back seat
Bitch we not crazy this how you made me
I can’t let them see me hit
I’m not putting my hands up my black life don’t matter
I rather return mine with that ratta tatta tatta tatta

Good morning I woke up smelling gun powder
Call this that black power
11 body’s in 4 hours
558 of us already died though
In 2016 by the hands of the 5-0
I ain’t wrote none of this shit down (Real shit) truthfully
I done lost my passport I suppose to be in Switzerland
50 don’t even know about this but I know he listening (My bad)
Since I missed the show I figured get high right now!
Make these nigga’s load up and go kill a cop right now!
So any rapper putting anything out not right now!
I’ma do this for the Mike Brown’s and the Trayvon’s and the Sandra’s
I’ma show you I can say shit and make police out of examples

Yeah
Sometimes you know
You gotta fight fire with fire
You just gotta do what you gotta do
You know do the math my nigga
I know I know shit seem crazy but it is crazy
Thugging with a conscience though
Fuck the police
Shit how the fuck can you turn to mother fucker
When they already turning on you
It is what it is
Fuck with me..


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13 July 2016

Daydreamin’

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Daydream
I fell asleep beneath the flowers
For a couple of hours
On a beautiful day
Daydream
I dream of you amid the flowers
For a couple of hours
Such a beautiful day

As I spy from behind my giant robot’s eyes
I keep him happy cause I might fall out if he cries
Scared of heights so I might pass out if he flies
Keep him on autopilot cause I can’t drive
Room enough for one I tell my homies they can’t ride
Unless they sitting on the shoulders but that’s way too high
Let’s try not to step on the children
The news cameras filming
This walking project building
Now there’s hoes selling hoes like right around the toes
And the crackheads beg at about the lower leg
There’s crooked police that’s stationed at the knees
And they do drive-bys like up and down the thighs
And there’s a car chase going on at the waist
Keep a vest on my chest
I’m sitting in my room as I’m looking out the face
Something to write about
I still got some damage from fighting the White House
Just a..

Now come on everybody, let’s make cocaine cool
We need a few more half-naked women up in the pool
And hold this MAC-10 that’s all covered in jewels
And can you please put your titties closer to the 22s?
And where’s the champagne? We need champagne
Now look as hard as you can with this blunt in your hand
And now hold up your chain, slow-motion through the flames
Now cue the smoke machines and the simulated rain
But not too loud cause the baby’s sleeping
I wonder if it knows what the world is keeping
Up both sleeves while he lay there dreaming
Me and my robot tip-toed ’round, creeping
I had to turn my back on what got you paid
I couldn’t see, had the hood on me like Abu Ghraib
But I’d like to thank the streets that drove me crazy
And all the televisions out there that raised me
I was…


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10 July 2016

Monument

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Make a space
For my body
Dig a hole
Push the sides apart
This is what
I’m controlling
It’s a mold
The inside that I carve

This will be my monument
This will be a beacon when
I’m gone
Gone, gone
When I’m gone
Gone, gone
When I’m gone

So that when the moment comes
I can say I did it all with love
Love, love
All with love
Love, love
All with love

Make a cast
Of my body
Pull back out
So that I can see
Let go of
How you knew me
Let go of
What I used to be

I will let this monument
Represent a moment of my life
Life, life
Of my life
Life, life
Of my life

Make a cast
Of my body
Pull back out
So that I can see
Let go of how you knew me
Let go of what I used to be…


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08 July 2016

Criminals Of Permission

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Uh, I bet you’d snatch a chain of a niggas neck
But you won’t dare snatch a badge of that niggas chest
And it’s funny cause if you put ‘C’ in front of the word ‘OP’
Then you probably just figured out, who’s your biggest threat
In Long Island, they choked that poor man to death
In Missouri, Mike Brown caught one in the head
Couple days later, they shot another nigga 9 times
And had the audacity to cuff him, after he was dead
All that blood spilled
All them tears shed
All these young, unfinished lives ended
If I committed murder I’ll get 25 to life
But if a cop commit murder, he only get suspended?
Fuck your uniform, Fuck your badge, Fuck your weapon
You supposed to protect us, instead you want us to fear you
And practise on us all those lethal tactics that they teach you
Stop abusing your power nigga, me and you are equal
You bleed? I bleed too
You eat shit? I eat too
You got a family waiting for you home, Right? Nigga me too
You havin’ a bad day? Yeah me too
When I’m havin’ a bad day
I don’t get to walk around and shoot people
Kids used to wanna be you, now they wanna beat you
You used to be their hero, now their hero turned evil
Start defending the law, and stop defending your ego
Shit, they’ll probably kill me if I ever release this video
And if so, Mister Officer just pray that the lord forgives you
And forgive you for raping that teacher uptown by Inwood
And forgive you for shooting that kid
That opened his door, with a WII remote in his hand
That you fucking thought was a pistol
Mister commissioner just tell your popo to chill
It’s more of us than ya’ll, so shit ’bout to get real
If we start shooting back, we shooting to kill
There’s a kid sharing this video, to let you know how he feel
What the fuck makes us so different?
Huh?
What the fuck makes us so different?

You commit crimes just like everybody else
You just do this shit with permission
You choked that poor man with permission
You raped that fucking girl with permission
You shot that man’s dog with permission
You probably fire at me and kill me with p…


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04 July 2016

Words I Never Said

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

It’s so loud inside my head
With words that I should have said
As I drown in my regrets
I can’t take back the words I never said..

Now we can say it ain’t our fault if we never heard it
But if we know better, then we probably deserve it
Jihad is not holy war, where’s that in the worship?
Murdering is not Islam, and you are not observant
And you are not a Muslim
Israel don’t take my side cause look how far you’ve pushed them
Walk with me into the ghetto, this where all the kush went
Complain about the liquor store, but what you drinking liquor for?
Complain about the gloom, but when’d you pick a broom up?
Just listening to Pac ain’t gon’ make it stop
A rebel in your thoughts ain’t gon’ make it halt
If you don’t become an actor, you’ll never be a factor
Pills with million side effects, take ’em when the pain’s felt
Wash them down with diet soda, killing off your brain cells
Crooked banks around the world would gladly give a loan today
So if you ever miss a payment, they can take your home away

I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence
Fear is such a weak emotion, that’s why I despise it
We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth
So scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you
Sometimes I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to
I’m locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you
Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few
My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through..


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03 July 2016

All Eyez On Me Teaser Trailer

Author: Irene | Category: Movie|Videos

His spirit lives. The teaser for ‪#‎AllEyezOnMeMovie‬ is here. Trailer coming soon.


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21 June 2016

Lil Ghetto Nigga

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

The things that I’ve seen, (seen)
The dreams that I dream, (dream)
The rain in my sky
The pain in my eyes
But know that it gets better baby
Hope that it gets better baby
Don’t let this world break you, (you) naw, naw
Don’t let them break you!(you)

Yo, uh
Lifestyles of the young, black and genius
Sons strapped with guns packed in jeans
And the blunts got my lungs black as Jesus, (yea)
Play where killers hung at and slung crack for leisure
And tell a nigga run that get gun clap for sneakers
Young niggas emulate what’s coming out the speakers
So everything we learn came from rappers, not teachers
Cause if we can’t relate, then how the hell you gonna reach us?
Surrounded by crooked cops and preachers, (yea) Who am I trusting?
No time to think about illegal when your stomachs touching
By any means, nigga, even if the gun is busting
I see the world for what it is now
I see the odds is looking slim for our kids now
Cause, uh, it wasn’t set up for my people to rise, (yea)
My niggas slang, but I see the pain deep in they eyes
Niggas living like they don’t give a fuck
And I don’t blame ’em, it’s a cold world, live it up! (live it up)

I look up in the sky, see that ghetto bird circling
And rollers on the block, my niggas on the curb, cursing them, (fuck)
Another day in the ville, do I stay in and chill? (no)
Or go play in the field?
Help my mother paying these bills, you tell me, nigga!
We young, black, some strapped
Them whites got they lunch pack for school, we had our guns packed
And all a nigga wanna do is take his momma from that
But they’d rather lock us up and make sure we don’t come back
You kill a nigga over beef and cheddar even better
Just one less coon they won’t have to arrest soon
Fuck a crooked cop three times
Bitch, I’m getting cake and ain’t a nigga finna eat mine
That’s why a nigga looking like a street sign, (yea)
Posted on the corner ’til it’s sleep time
Wake up and it’s feeling like somebody hit the rewind, (why)
Cause them ghetto birds circulate, my niggas still cursin em
Another day in the city, my niggas say it with me, yea!


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18 June 2016

Ignorance Is Bliss

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Lord forgive me… Kill him where he stand and stand over him
Shake his hand then jump back in that mini van
Double back to his block and blam I ain’t backing down for nothing
I’mma back ’em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
Police radio signals saying that a 187 land
On your corner, coroners comfort your momma
“Momma he’s dead” the next morning, I toasted up with my homies
We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in Compton
Ask me what I have accomplished, I don’t know I don’t have conscience
I just load up and start dumping on enemies; I’m head hunting
No sympathy, ain’t no love when you in these streets just get something
Protect ya neck cause they coming for sets, respect, split your onion
Then chop your deck your head tumbling like gymnastics..
Cause ignorance is bliss…


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16 June 2016

Happy Birthday 2pac

Author: Erin | Category: Music|News

June 16. 1971

Happy 45th B’day MAKAVELI!!

Happy Birthday 2pac

#Makaveli is Alive


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