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28 September 2015

Judgment Day

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Everybody’s running with their heads down
Listen to countdown
Like it’s judgement day!
Stepping on each other like there’s no ground
They’re gonna find out
On judgement day!

Yeah, I’m from Van City
That’s the city of rain, I’m from Van City
That’s the city of pain
My girl is damn pretty, and I am really insane
And that’s a damn pity,I mean, it’s really a shame
Cause she’s down for me
But I’m complicated like a Rubix cube
Without my girl I’d probably make a lot of stupid moves
Without my family, I’d probably wouldn’t be here
I’m dope, but I quit doing dope
Now I see clear, I see clear as day
Can I hear a hey?
Now, I’mma smile it when I look into the mirror
(HEY!) I’m walking to the light, throw your fear away
(HEY!) No more screaming, tell the demon he gets zero play
We Don’t need a lot of money, homie we’re okay
Fresh whip, nice crib, homie we’re OK
Back home, feels great, had to relocate
Thank do, thank you. I’ll be here all day!


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26 September 2015

Kingdom Crusher

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Y’all ain’t never have me open like an old gift
Who is y’all? I’ve been to busy to notice…

You can sense it in the air, man, you better beware, because
Something wicked this way comes
We run through your district, our guns are sadistic
Something wicked this way comes
When the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect, you know
Something wicked this way comes
If we display guns, all the bitches, they run, they know
Something wicked this way comes


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26 September 2015

I’d Love to Change the World

Author: Irene | Category: Music|Videos


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23 September 2015

Human Mic

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I exhibit characteristics of the average misfit
Who graduated from stabbing and grabbing a biscuit
It’s sick and tragic how antagonistic we get
When there’s no power it go sour
I seen ’em crossing a bridge by the masses,
Covered in the ashes of both towers
Native New Yorker the way that we talk
Make him an offer that you can’t refuse
Come back later on after you thought it over
Look out for shooters that we’re popping up at the opera
To pop ya, daughters paying for the sins of the god father
Popular music got ‘em confusing killers and artists
I kill it the hardest. Competition dearly departed
They feeling some sort of way ‘cuz my flow revealing the garbage
I’m making ’em throw it up. You just making the people vomit
When it comes to this rhymin’ I’m a legend like Tutankhamun,
Or the Chupacabra, the way I weave it together and tie the knot up
Made a macramé of macabre, you daquiri with a shot of
The Amarretta, you’re sweet as a girly drink
Throw it back, cognac, I’m the best, you know that
You can have your own opinion, but not your own facts
On track as the most prolific ever, the most consistently
Viciously off the rip, we be rippin’ it like a shredder
Some symphony hall shit, gettin’ higher than your falsetto,
Getting better. Drop a pearl every jam like Eddie Vedder
Very fed up with self appointed preservers of past eras
Who never see their reflection when they’re walking past mirrors
They got bitten and now they smitten with the taste of blood
They take enough drugs for the sleepin’ they weepin’ and fuckin’ they make-up up
I raise the bar and the waiters up
All this hate is just confused unadulterated love
The eyes are the window to the souls and my shades is up
Advocate for artists, regardless cause I got faith in us
For the workers who don’t get paid enough
Take the bus, hands way too rough for the paper cuts
As far as they’re concerned food on the table’s the only way to love
It takes a slum village to raise a child, you got to raise it up

Raise it up, raise it up, raise it up, take it up, take it up!


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23 September 2015

Manifest

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Si par …
Si par atat de sigur dar nu stiu incotro ma duc
Instinctul meu e cel mai ieftin truc
Trec drept prin viata si sunt mandru de trecut
Si daca e sa pierd totu-o iau de la capat…
Lupt!
Da` tu-mi zici mie teorii de parca tu le scrii
De parca eu n-as stii ca ne prostesti ca pe copii
Stii ca, daca te complici prea mult pierzi timpu`
Timpu-nseamna bani. Tine-o simplu`. Ca nu ne mai pasa…
Oricum ne-ai luat tot ce-am avut pe masa
Halal caracter daca ne ceri din casa.
Te uiti de sus si razi, o arzi incognito
Sunteti toti o apa si-un pamant trasi la indigo

 
Si lumea nu mai vrea sa stea
Toti vor sa plece undeva
Departe!
Dar stiu ca vorba buna-n general castiga
Daca muzica instiga
Vreau s-aud un stadion cum striga
Am invatat ca dreptatea mi-o fac io. O o o…
Trec peste tine daca nu am incotro
Si stiu la fel ca tine
Viitorul meu e-n fiecare zi de maine
In fiecare zi trag de mine ca de-un caine
Sa fac pe dracu-n patru sa iau cea mai mare paine.

 
Si stiu ca poa` sa treaca luni,
Poa` sa treaca saptamani, ani buni si tot sa nu aduni
Si stiu ca-ma-nvart intr-o lume de nebuni
Fara cotiere, casca si fara instructiuni
Si stiu ca s-a facut tarziu, e ora de culcare
Du-te-acasa ca la 7 esti in picioare
Si stiu ca poti sa scrii o carte despre fiecare
Dar pentru critici cartile-astea n-au valoare.

 
Si lumea nu mai vrea sa stea
Toti vor sa plece undeva
Departe!
Dar stiu ca vorba buna-n general castiga
Daca muzica instiga
Vreau s-aud un stadion cum striga

 
Oooooo
Am invatat ca dreptatea mi-o fac io. O o o…
Oooooo
Trec peste tine daca nu am incotro


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19 September 2015

Phoenix

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized
Fuck illuminati lies, say I’m lucified
Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized
Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God
Who am I, Lord Flacko
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso
Capo Head Hancho, now my following’s colossal
Ain’t no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso
It’s like you heard, God spoke, I’ve seen the ghetto gospel
The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low
Sister Mary Jane to make me sleep from singing high notes
The bible or the rifle, goodnight folks

 
Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide
Kurt Cobain even died cause you scrutinize
It’s a fine line between truth and lies
Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified
That’s why I never judge another nigga
Life’s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas
3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga
Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga
Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?
So my new attitude is like “Fuck them niggas!”
I grew up with niggas but don’t fuck with niggas
I don’t trust them niggas, ain’t got no love for niggas
Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas
Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin’ with us
Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas
Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas

 
If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up
Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups
Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups
Now I’m walking on my own, y’all, wish me luck

 
Where do we lie
Tell me where do we stand
Where do we go
It’s all part of the plan


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17 September 2015

Another Love

Author: Irene | Category: Music|Videos


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13 September 2015

OhMyGod

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Oh My God! No one understands me here
So put your hands up, If you dont give a fuck
Im never gonna be like you (everybody)
Put your hands up if you dont give a fuck (fuck, fuck)
Im never gonna be like you (everybody)
Put your hands up (hands up)
 

And I heard that
Foreign cars is the only key to their hearts
And it’s no love and I’m locked out
Cause all I got right now’s my balls
And fuck these blond, ‘celebritantes’
Wanna be rappers tryna be hard
Labels tellin’ me I’mma gamble
I’m just tellin’ them play their cards
Cause I work hard matter fact no
More specifically I work jobs
Flippin’ burgers, scrubbin floors
Matter fact I deserve applause
And fuck these stars
We on earth
Kept it real amoungst these frauds
And did what they said wasn’t right
How does it feel to be fuckin’ wrong
Huh?
 
Yeah and I like my chucks dirty as fuck
Attitude mean like how I grew up
Hold grunges like I hold my nuts
Never sober so I hold my cup
And I never had much but I always lived
The best times were when I didn’t have shit
20 dollar denim hopin’ that I fill the pockets up with somethin’ a little more than this balled up lint
Im a Cleveland kid with a world wide dream
Blue collar boy tryna chase that green
No red lights im going full speed
No limits on whatever I want to achieve
I been through hell that’s why im hot
I fear no man alive but God
Take anything of mine away
But take my passion they cannot
Kells!


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10 September 2015

I Can

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I know I can!
Be what I wanna be!
If I work hard at it!
I’ll be where I wanna be!
 
Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust…
 
Be, b-boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown-looking girls who’s only 10
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, ‘fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don’t pretend to be
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinkin life’s all about smokin weed and ice
You don’t wanna be my age and can’t read and write
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this
 
Be, be, ‘fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
There was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
They learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you’re a king
Young Princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying “She’s my Queen”!


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05 September 2015

Demons

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I just, I just live, I live day by day, fighting demons…

Demons posted all around me
I can’t beat ’em all alone
Thinking ’bout you, thinking ’bout you
These evil thoughts, they start to drown me
Lord, don’t leave me all alone

I smoked away my brain, I think I’m going dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they’re going numb
I’m having stomach pains, now I’m throwing up
Cause I’m a microphone fiend, give me the bass
Give me the beat, and let me lean, tap the vein, let it stream
Feel the pain, Young Martin Luther King, with a dream
That one day that my team, we can make it with this rapping
Now we swagging, making money in Manhattan straight what’s happening
They try to intellect with indirection just to test you
A rebel until my death, it’s in my flesh, it’s in my vessels
Fuck the clique you with, I’m finna fuck the bitch you next to
Fuck a metrosexual, suck a dick, I’m disrespectful
You know the kid get it, get-get sick spit
Clip spit quick split shit hit kids women
Oh that’s your girl, huh? Well, I just hit it
It’s A$AP nigga, live with it, swag..


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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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