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Me Against The World

30 January 2019

Lowkey

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Stuntin’ like a maniac, in the strip club blowin’ 80 racks
(Nigga I’m too lowkey for that)
Stuntin’ like a maniac, in the streets nigga where the ladies at
(I’m way too lowkey for that)
Stuntin’ like a maniac, ask niggas, bitch I got my paper stacked
(I’m too lowkey for that)
Yeah stuntin’ like a maniac all day
(Somebody better let ’em know—)

(I’m too lowkey for that)
Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow
(Nigga I’m too lowkey for that)
My foot is on the gas though
Got my hat low, still an asshole, yeah ho
(I’m not too lowkey for that)
Nigga, I just do what it does
What’s up? What it do? What’s up? What it do?
You blowin’ all your money on the hoes and the cars bro
It’s all dope, but we all know
(Nigga I’m too lowkey for that)

I’ll admit my last few years have been kinda rusty
Have I been beatin’ myself up? In my mind I must be
I slowed down, watchin’ my peers as they rise above me
‘Cause rap’s a leap of faith except nobody ties the bungee
These times are ugly
I’m close to my midlife, the crisis hunts me
Calm on the surface but inside I’m grumpy
If I was comfy, I’d say “fuck rap” because life is complete
Surprise I’m hungry, rappers lookin’ like fries and lunch meat
Damn you got the hoes, you got a grill, you makin’ mills huh (Huh)
When you be flexin’ you lookin’ so icy that I get the chills son (Huh)
I seen you pull up in your whip and you stopped
But somehow the wheels spun (Damn!)
Who is the plug for the drugs? Tell me where you get the pills from
I heard you came from the real slums
What the fuck you gon’ do when your deal’s done?
Nigga the day that you fizzle out will come
If you think it ain’t comin’ you’re real dumb
That ain’t a bag you made off your talent
That is a label allowance
And we gon’ see in the end if you really could pay off the balance
Bitch!

I could care less about expensive gold chains
I’m gettin’ mo’ praise from spittin’ propane
Bitch this is no game
I don’t fuck with hoes who hang with rappers and want fame
Fuck the swaggy shit, now I’m livin’ like it’s the old days
So pack your bags, you had your chance, this might be the
Avalanche that wipes it up
I’m back to rockin’ baggy pants and wife beaters
Bitch your time is up
This my master plan and lightning struck
Don’t get caught in fires that my ashy hands is writin’ up
Been had the fuckin’ game on lock
Been had my pesos copped
Been plottin’ deeply tryna take yo spot
I can’t erase those thoughts
My drive is somethin’ that these fakes don’t got
Their vision blurry tryna chase those thots
You tryna do it independent but you ain’t no Hop
The indie valedictorian, bitch, my grades don’t drop
Quit tryna move me
Beast mode is where my mind is usually
Y’all focused on Louis Vuitton and Gucci, I told you—

Nigga I’m too lowkey for that
I’m way too lowkey for that
Nigga I’m too lowkey for that
Nigga I’m too lowkey for that.


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17 December 2018

Sundress

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Adjust to pain
It hurt too bad to say, to say you left me, left me
Fuckin’ with the wrong man
(Left me) Said she fuckin’ with the wrong man
Ever since she left me

I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And now you’re F-in’ with the wrong man, man
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

You took some time away from me (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I see you made your mind (Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Just read the signs, it’s clear to see (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I’m tryna make you mine (Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
‘Cause love is blind, you’re hurt, it’s fine (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
To heal, it takes some time (Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

Tokyo trips, shoppin’ sprees full of gifts
I remember we would dream about kids
Tryna get that V with that crib
Back when you used to be’s with that Crip
Gotta give a little to get
A little bit in return now, tables turn now
And you heard ’bout me and my bitch
I’m just tryna chill
’Cause lately I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you and rebuildin’
Walking ’round like you lost feelings
I can tell he not fulfilling
You in love with me still
They say only if looks could kill, for real
You walk around town with that guy
When you pass by (Ah-ah)
I just laugh like (Ah-ah)

I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And now you’re F-in’ with the wrong man, man
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah


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15 December 2018

BAD!

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Yeah

Shawty, heard you bad… word? So profane
Somethin’ like a bad, word, want your love
Call me when you can, girl
Goin’ up, goin’ down, in and out, turn around
Shawty, heard you bad… word? So profane
Somethin’ like a bad, word, want your love
Call me when you can, girl
Goin’ up, goin’ down, in and out, turn around
Love you the way you movin’ now

I might be insane, yeah
But I love the pain, yeah
Feel it in the brain, yeah-ahh
Realize she just want me hit it right
‘Cause I get ’em goin’ right

Shawty, heard you bad… word? So profane
Somethin’ like a bad, word, want your love
Call me when you can, girl
Goin’ up, goin’ down, in and out, turn around
Shawty, heard you bad… word? So profane
Somethin’ like a bad, word, want your love
Call me when you can, girl
Goin’ up, goin’ down, in and out, turn around
Love you the way you movin’ now.


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08 December 2018

STARING AT THE SKY

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I was staring at the sky
Singin’ toxic lullabies
I was starin’ at the sky

Screaming words with no remorse
Pitchforks pointed at my heart
I was staring at the sky

Run from your pain
Run from your pain
Run from your pain
Run from your pain

I was staring at the sky
Singin’ toxic lullabies
I was starin’ at the sky.


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24 November 2018

Hard to Find

Author: Emily | Category: Music|Videos


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22 November 2018

Ecstasy

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Have you ever noticed
That I’m not acting as I used to do before?
Have you ever wondered
Why I always keep on coming back for more?

What have you done to me
I’ll never be the same I’ll tell you for sure

I’ll never be the same I’ll tell you for sure
I’ll never be the same I’ll tell you for sure

You really are my ecstasy
My real life fantasy, oh yeah

You really are my ecstasy
My real life fantasy, oh yeah

Not that I’m complaining
A more beautiful vision – I have never seen
If you don’t mind me saying
A life of ambition to fulfill my dream

What have you done to me
I’ll never be the same I’ll tell you for sure

I’ll never be the same I’ll tell you for sure
I’ll never be the same I’ll tell you for sure

You really are my ecstasy
My real life fantasy, oh yeah

You really are my ecstasy
My real life fantasy, oh yeah

You really are my ecstasy
(There can be no other
While we still have each other)
My real life fantasy, oh yeah…


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11 November 2018

All For You

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

You, it’s you it’s all for you
Everything I do, I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey is that true?

Made it lost it came back flipped it
Always faded, lifted
Hit that corner whipped
Hit the dealer, whipped it
Always on it, mind your business
I’m always high, the sky ain’t the limit
Ball like Melo, cars all tinted
Chain black and yellow, Pittsburgh Steelers
Sport it knocked it tossed it flipped it
Took my flow and switched it, took my dough invested
Your whole life is scripted
All we do is party, drinkin’, molly raggin’, shawty raggin’
Money come retarted huh, press the button start it up
Tryna be a dope boy ridin’ with a coke boy
Strap with the low boy 50 for a show boy
Niggas made it rain I made I it snow boy
Started with a dollar and a hope boy
Now a nigga hot got millions in the bank
Crib on the water spend a milly on the tank
Montana piece look silly on the link
Montana and Wiz spend millys on the dank

Smoking weed in my expensive car
I’m ridin’ high I’m flyin’ high
Told you niggas say the shit you want
So don’t even take the chance or try to try my guy
Designer sayin’ supplies gettin’ low
Weed man say it’s kinda dry
Potty mouth, rockstar, at the top and still tryna climb
Drop the top sit back recline
Hundred-K that’s just the ride
Fifty-K that’s just the change
Thirty-K that’s just the time
Tour came that’s just in time
That’s more racks, that’s more racks
Private plane you know that’s flyin’
I’m boardin’ that I’m boardin’ that
Rollin’ up smoke roy ridin’ with the coke boy
Smoking on strong pack hit it once choke boy
When I’m on the road bottles like dope boy
When the police come, I don’t really know boy
Half a pound in seven days that’s smokin’
If you ain’t bout your family or getting bread you jokin’

Pick up the pace, turn up the bass
I’m singing this right in your face
I made the call forgive me
Cause I did this all for you
So whether you do or whether you don’t
This gon’ bang and this gon’ bump
Hit your J or split your blunt
DPG then we turned up
Blue bandana, French Montana
All around the world first class
VIP, bubble bath
Touchdown, two points
Wide reciever Khalifa bless me with two joints
They told big dick Dogg, he gotta get up on this hit dog
Turn it up let me hear the beat for a second
Have a few puffs then I breathe on the record
Then we go like merri-go, round and round
This right here is for the underground
I wonder how, I break it down for you.


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03 October 2018

Troublesome

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck
I’m hopeless
I live the Thug Life, losin’ my focus, ba-baby
I’m troublesome, ha ha
Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer
What you saw
Was the rough, rugged and raw: Outlaw!

In your wildest dreams you couldn’t picture a nigga like me
Hahahaha – I’m troublesome, I don’t give a fuck
I’m troublesome… like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain’t got shit
Ha ha, I’m troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique.

Troublesome, nigga
Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin’-96
(Westside!) Let it be known, nigga!
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli!

Menacin’ methods, label me a lethal weapon
Makin’ niggas die witnessin’ breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned
These scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlawz motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends; fuck friends and foes!
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named her “my bitch nigga eater”
What could they do to me, you lil’ brat?
Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I’ll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can’t kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that’s after I’m gone
‘Cause they fear me in the physical form
Let it be known I’m troublesome

La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die

Troublesome nigga, Outlawz
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin’ rhymes and bullets, ha ha
We troublesome
Y’all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can’t stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troubleshit

Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
We guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on ’em first
Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin’ up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry, bustin’ off freely
Screamin’, “Fuck all y’all niggas!” in Swahili
Pistol packin’, fresh out of jail, I ain’t goin’ back
Release me to the care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on yo’ ass, like an avalanche
A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys
Murder my foes, can’t control my nine
Hearin’ thoughts of my enemies pleadin’, “please”
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Picture me lettin’ this chump survive
Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died
‘Cause I’m troublesome

La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die

Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck
I’m hopeless
I live the Thug Life, losin’ my focus, ba-baby
I’m troublesome, ha ha
Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer
What you saw
Was the rough, rugged and raw: Outlaw!

“Murder, murder, my mind state,” shit ain’t changed
Since my last rhyme; the crime rate ain’t decline
Niggas bustin’ shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?
Tried to warn the little nigga, “Either stop or die.”
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep, I’m havin’ crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times
God to forgive me ‘cause it’s wrong, but I plan to die
Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain’t beggin’ for my life
Ain’t nothin’ worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
I’m troublesome

In your wildest dreams you couldn’t picture a nigga like me
Hahahaha – I’m troublesome, I don’t give a fuck
I’m troublesome… like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain’t got shit
Ha ha, I’m troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique
Young, rugged and sick
Makaveli the Don, the Boss of all bosses
Mussolini, E.D.I. Amin, Hussein Fatal
Kadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Po-Nitty
Haha, we ain’t fuckin’ around
Haha, we troublesome
Ayo, ha ha, we troublesome, I ain’t goin’, HA HAH
Young Kastro, the first to blast, the last one to dash
Goin’ for the hoes and the cash
Fuck you niggas! Outlawz! Ha hah!
Khadafi – trump tight, never sloppy
Them motherfuckers try to copy
But they can’t mock you, nigga, you’re too strong
Outlawz keep it goin’ on, you know whassup
Outlawz, Outlawz, all you niggas die
Outlawz, Outlawz
This is dedicated to the real niggas
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets
(…Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die…)


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01 October 2018

Moonlight

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, uh, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right, uh
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind
Spotlight, moonlight
Nigga, why you trippin’? Get your mood right
Shawty look good in the moonlight
All these pussy niggas so bad mind

Feel like I’m destined
I don’t need no Smith & Wesson, no
Boy, who you testin’?
Fuck a Scantron, here’s your lesson, oh
Knife in intestine
Takin’ shots at all your brethren, no
Feel like I’m damaged
Girl I know you fucking planned this

All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl you know when you call, make me feel right
All alone, call my phone, make me feel right
Girl you know when you call, make me feel right.

Energy Never Die
He Is Among Us
Long Live JAH!


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13 September 2018

Another Love

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Shit, tired of gettin’ shot at
Tired of gettin’ chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong, that’s just for us
Niggas ain’t gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y’knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain’t no heaven for a thug nigga
That’s why we go to thug mansion

I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care
But it’s so cold and I don’t know where
I brought you daffodils in a pretty string
But they won’t flower like they did last spring

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh – Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die

If I could recollect before my hood days
I’d sit, reminisce in bliss on the good days
I stop and stare at the younger
My heart goes to ’em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
We never really went through that
Because we was born B.C. – you and me before crack
And nowadays things changed
Everyone’s ashamed of the youth cause the truth look strange
And for me it’s reverse
We left them a world that’s cursed and it hurts
Cause any day they’ll push the button
And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin’
Don’t ’em let me get teary
The world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
There is no need for you to fear me
If you take the time to hear me
Maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain’t about black or white cause we’re human
I hope we’ll see the light before it’s ruined
My Ghetto Gospel!

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die

And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright
I’m just so tired to share my nights
I wanna cry and I wanna love
But all my tears have been used up

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh – Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die.


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  • Jessica: What is she singing? I can never get it. This is such an awesome and SIC song. I know all about the city trapped in amber.. was on the clinic etc. Ran
  • Edmund M Blohm: Great post. I am experiencing a number of these issues at the same time..
  • Gamze: such an inspiration
  • Nutragente: Thanks for finally talking about >Nike KobeSystem – Level 5 Domination - Serkan Çetinel <Loved it!
  • King Push: Hail maryyy!

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