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Me Against The World

11 March 2015

Take A Minute

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

And any man who knows a thing
Knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all
And every time I felt the hurting
I felt the giving getting me up off the wall
I’m just gonna take a minute and let it ride
I’m just gonna take a minute and let it breeze
I’m just gonna take a minute and let it ride
I’m just gonna take a minute and let it breeze..


And no matter how we strong homie
It ain’t easy coming out of where we from homie
And it’s the reason why I can never play for me
“Tell ’em the truth” is what my dead homies told me, ooh yeah
I take inspiration from the most heinous of situations
Creating medication out my own tribulations
Dear Africa, you helped me write this
By showing me to give is priceless…


04 March 2015

Lettre à la République

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Lettre à la République
A tous ces racistes à la tolérance hypocrite
Qui ont bâti leur nation sur le sang
Maintenant s’érigent en donneurs de leçons
Pilleurs de richesses, tueurs d’africains
Colonisateurs, tortionnaires d’algériens
Ce passé colonial c’est le vôtre
C’est vous qui avez choisi de lier votre histoire à la nôtre
Maintenant vous devez assumer
L’odeur du sang vous poursuit même si vous vous parfumez
Nous les Arabes et les Noirs
On est pas là par hasard
Toute arrivée a son départ !
Vous avez souhaité l’immigration
Grace à elle vous vous êtes gavés, jusqu’à l’indigestion
Je crois que la France n’a jamais fait la charité
Les immigrés c’n’est que la main d’oeuvre bon marché
Gardez pour vous votre illusion républicaine
De la douce France bafouée par l’immigration africaine
Demandez aux tirailleurs sénégalais et aux harkis
Qui a profité d’qui ?
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28 February 2015

Indirect Honesty

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

No, no, no, why… why would you get it? What do you even care, as long as you get what you want, right? You don’t give a shit about me!

Prepare the table for my family only, Now tell me who to blame
Make it that you barely know me, It help me through the pain
Inject into the vein, My blood flow deep
Connected to the game, Or else i don’t eat
I made it on my own, When every back turned
And if you call my phone, I hope it means you have learned
I watch your shack burn, You buried in debris

I’m Cousin Pat grown, The Illseed elite
My home is Nah Bro, My brother Jay Gill, Me and him we got to find a way like Curtis Mayfield
Don’t fit your play bill, We don’t read a script, My shit will stay real, You others eat a dick
Plead the 5th when it come to turning on my team, Now pay attention i’m a teach you all what karma mean
My armor clean before a war, Maybe a pride issue. My Father need me at the door, Lay down and die with you
Never a time issue, I’m always there to love
And to remind you if you never thought i cared enough

My grandmother gone, She was a lovely lady
We shared such a bond, Been thinking of her lately
Take me on a trip through the heaven that everyone promote
I’ve got a brand new invention, Now check on what i wrote
You know a thing or two about me now, I’m filled with honor
People that you think are crew, Usually are the real piranhas
You can’t kill the name, And every fan i have
My cult will remain, You’ll feel the aftermath. Half the original long gone, They weren’t loyal
A fire waiting to happen, I matched the burning oil
Boil down your temper, I don’t like they way you coming at me
You lost a valued member, Now you’ll have to come and catch me
My shorty told me, Sean control your own life
She wrap the blanket round my shoulders on a cold night
I feel it in the air and carefully reveal my thoughts
You kneeling to my chair and share with me your awful loss
You never cared to feel for nothing but your own greed
Until i’m rightfully treated you know i won’t leave


I’m seeing you there, got my eyes on you
I hold you tight in my arms
Follow your heart where ever it leads you
I will guard you whatever you do
Never look back, don’t regret your moves
I am watching you grow and improve


25 February 2015


Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

If I fall will the angels catch me?
Or end it all is it my destiny?
Is there a sound when the ground absorbs me?
Or a dream tellin’ me my story


Reoccurring dream, I was falling
Droppin’ from something tall
And Jesus name that I’m calling
This is pretty deep how I’mma decorate the city street
Little bitty pieces, there’s really gonna be some chalky drawings
In this dream I had, when I land
I can taste the blood, I can smell the concrete
And I can feel my bones crush on a calm street
Dark and desolate, my heart’ll never get
Another beat I’m gonna be other head to split, my hell is credited
Where the red is in, I’m down and dead admit in light I’m dreadin’ this
If we’re created of God than predestination
Should not be looked at as odd, when we’re blessed to wake in-
Side of a dream, like I’ve been here before
And we sum it up with some french expression like we didn’t hear the lord
So I’m hopin’ and prayin’
That I won’t be opened and sprayin’
In real life and it’s just a dream, and it’s not a thing that can sway my view
But my fear is that I end up layin’ and ready for decayin’
What I thought was a dream now it’s Déjà vu


I give my Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head if that means my momma get better

Taught to have faith in God
Breakin’ bread then we bakin’ cod
Makin’ plenty then spread it abroad
Wash it down with a glass of Shiraz
I try to walk the path of the righteous one
But this life is one, that’s full of strife, let’s run
To the mountain top
What I’m ’bout to say if suckas starts to thinking this holy name
I denounce then stop
Man, I’m just sayin’
I do a whole lot of prayin’
And I wonder if it’s listenin’ to Aaron’s nightly whisperin’
‘Bout mom in the tithe she’s weakly payin’
I know it’s a blessing, that I raised kids cause I got skill
And thank God that gangbang thing didn’t bring me hot steel
Now my mom’s worse and a lot ill
My fear is that this God I’m prayin’ to for my mother is not real


Extinguish me from this world of fire
False teachings taught by liars
Prayers echoing in an empty asylum
No salvation from man’s messiah


22 February 2015

Killin My Soul

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

The game’s got me in a venomous zone
It’s killing my hope, I don’t even feel it no mo’
Sometimes I say fuck this shit but I ain’t willing to go
Stealing my soul, there’s reasons I can’t leave it alone (fo so)
My legacy I gotta leave it in stone (you know)
If these other niggas did it we getting on (lets go)
These weak niggas straight up killing my soul
That’s why I don’t even feel it no mo’
I ain’t vibing to it…


I was conceived in Dracula’s lair
I’m cracking a hater upside his fucking head with the back of a chair
His feet leaps back in the air
I rip the fur off the back of a bear
The blade’s precise I could chop off a patch of his hair
Bitch I am a god, riding on the fucking handle bars
Black BMX, AR15 tear you and your man apart
Go out like Tony Montana, they poppin’ them hammers, I fall off the banister
Gargantuan, keep your favourite rappers body parts in a canister
Fuck anybody that doubted me, ever looked down on me
Where the fuck where you? Now you’re so proud of me
I’ve been on a grind, bitch I don’t know how to sleep
My crew sick to a crucifix
Smoking kush through a hookah stick
Bite the bullet when the ruger spit
Fuck rap, bitch I’m through with it
Niggas know when I was born to ball
Bitch I’m shining like a marmoreal
Light a stick of dynamite “tick, tick” bang and die right in front of ya’ll
I’m done with living
Satan I’ll be there in a minute
How the fuck you boxing with god bitch when your arms are missing
No religion but my mom’s a Christian
I had her tripping when she found my porn subscription
I’m on some different shit
And expensive whips with a different bitch
I rip your fucking lungs out with a plumber’s wrench
I don’t know a nigga living in his right mind that could probably stop me
Nigga shook like a young bitch in a room, fucking Bill Cosby
Mach five, nigga high speed, in his face watch his eyes bleed
Full the plug from the life support and the IV’s, nigga try me
Came from the dirt, thank god all the pain it was worth
Thinking my name was cursed, I couldn’t get on, I felt so ashamed and hurt
I eat up everything until the fucking reaper gets me
We in this bitch but I still feel depressed and empty


I feel like I may never wake up every time that I go to sleep
I feel like there’s so many rap niggas you’d probably never notice me
Notice the shift in the game when I shift into main gear
Which is the main fear niggas got on and it rose envy
Now you know why my soul’s empty
I don’t understand how you don’t compete
I don’t understand how you don’t critique
Industry bar been set so low, he accepts so-so and rejects unique
As soon as I speak then they turn and ridicule me
I know that my views are enough to just screw with ya effected ya status that’s ruling elite
Fuck it I’m free
Some of you never believed in my vision and doubted my dream
I can remember the intricate feeling, all the self-doubt that I had as a teen
How is it deemed different from hating when niggas was quiet, I needed a voice
Now that I climb my way up the ladder I start to hear chatter, I left ’em no choice
Never had to compromise, conflict lies when you second guess how you feel
Some want to watch and vibe for that spot to try leaving you ostracized and you deal
I don’t give a fuck what another nigga said
Pop it in the mouth till it fill in my head
With a fake filter to reveal I was there, you ain’t killing my soul cause it’s already dead


As of lately my fire’s been lower
Dizzy Wright said I might
Need to put a light to some weed to get my mind to tremble
But that ain’t me so I’m digging real deep to write this shit
Yo I’m at five percent
I hope my career does not die in limbo
I wake up just praying my fuse is lit
Cause I don’t get hyped like I used to get
Back when I would hop in the booth and spit
I’m too immune to this
Stuck in my thoughts, am I a lunatic? (fuck)
Fuck this music shit, what is Hopsin? I don’t know who it is
I do get bits of spontaneous hunger
And when I do there’s a cloud of raining and thunder
You’d hate to get under
And when that happens ain’t no place to get comfort
I’m labeled a monster, you may be a goner
I put listeners in the craziest slumber
A note to peasants, my vocal presence
Is so perfected fans get so obsessive
And cry to my shit but don’t confess it
When I’m in my zone you feel that power and passion
My godly words can speak louder than action
And don’t forget it nigga…


06 February 2015

Happy Birthday

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

From the heavens to the womb
To the heavens again
From the ending to the ending
Never got to begin
Maybe one day we can meet face to face
In a place without time and space
Happy birthday…

What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seemed
I made a mistake…


03 February 2015

California Dreamin

Author: Erin | Category: Music|Videos


01 February 2015

It’s Been A Long Time

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

{DJ Premier cuts early Eric B. & Rakim records}
“It’s been a long time..”
“.. Rakim, the microphone soloist”

[Verse 1 – Rakim]
Follow procedures, the crowd couldn’t wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus

Who wouldn’t believe this – I heard the word on the street is
I’m still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas
They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of
So I made some more to put the New World in Order
With Mathematics, put your status above the average
And help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
Cause new days is dawning, new ways of performing
Brainstorming, I write and watch the night turn to morning
On and on and, I got the whole world responding
Ra, I keep it hot and blow the spot without warning

The Emperor, well known for, inventing a sentence
Full of adventure, turning up the temperature
Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
To be in the state of mind that Rakim is in?


[Verse 2 – Rakim]
When I’m out propping – either hanging or shopping
People see me, stop, and ask me when the album dropping
The wait is over, in formation like a soldier
Like I told ya, greater stronger, now that I’m older

I broke the, code of silence with overloads of talents
My only challenge, is not to explode in violence
I’m Asiatic, and blazing microphones a habit
At least once during the course of a day, it’s automatic
In ghetto apparel, mind of a Egyptian Pharoah
Far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow
Allah’s monotony, so far they can’t stop me
You know, Ra want property like Mumar Khadafi
More thoughts than Bibles, recital – taught disciples
A sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle
Thoughts that’s trifle, I’m busting these for you
Aiyyo, technical difficulties is through

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25 August 2014

RIP Aaliyah

Author: Erin | Category: Chillin|Music


Forever in my heart. Rest in paradise Aaliyah.
I miss u Baby Girl..


14 July 2014

No Way As The Way

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

My way might not be your way
But it’s okay
It’s alright, your way might not be my way
But it’s okay
It’s alright…

I build with the 5 percenters
On the God within us, there’s no limits
Study the Metu Neter from Kemet
Also I remembered
Smoke herb with the Rastafarians
Grew my locks became a vegetarian
Following the tao, filling what the bible lacks
Jewels being handed to a innocent child
My mind is a Buddhist temple, the truth is simple
I try to be principle
Walking with a warrior spirit
It ain’t nothing like learning from first hand life experience
I’m a realist, that’s all I deal with
Respect & truth, that’s all I build with
A child of the universe
My religion is life and it’s just as valid
I strive for balance

I gotta admit, I don’t know
In the end which way it’s gonna go
Why we sit by the project window?
Instead of living off the land with my kin folk
Is there even a master plan?
An unseen hand? Is God a man?
Some say that’s sacrilegious
Same folks selling us lies about Christmas
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny
Just so the capitalists can make money
They say God will take care of it
But you a terrorist if you say the same thing in Arabic

It’s so hypocritical
It’s a miracle, listen to the message and the spirituals
Wade in the water, I’m following Mr. Tubman
And Nat Turner, I’m paying for my freedom
And heading for the border…

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