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Me Against The World

14 October 2015

No Words

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Man, rap today fucking sucks bad, I don’t give a fuck what anybody says. These fools ain’t spitting no type of dope shit, but that’s not even the bad part; they’re not even saying words anymore. They just got a hard-ass fucking beat to trick dumb asses like you to make you think you like the shit. Play that fuckin’ beat. We got some real fucking mentally retarded rappers in the game. I know for a fact nobody knows what the fuck these dudes be saying! Wait, turn my reverb and my auto-tune on real quick. This what the fuck they be doing…

Now watch these dumbasses be like “aye that shit was hard though bruh.”


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29 September 2015

Control

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I look up
Yeah and I take my time, nigga
I’ma take my time, woah
Power moves only, nigga!

Boy, I’m ’bout my business on business, I drink liquor on liquor
I had women on women, yeah, that’s bunk-bed bitches
I’ve done lived more than an eighty year old man still kicking
Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a living
But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit
They praying on my motherfucking downfall, bitch, like a drought, but
You gon get this rain like it’s May weather
G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
Champagne just tastes better
They told me I never boy, never say never
Swear flow special like an infant’s first steps
I got paid then reversed debts
Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I’m talking to the reaper to reverse death
Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
Show him I made something out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind
In my mind, but fuck trying and not doing
Cause not doing is something a nigga not doing
I said fuck trying and not doing
Cause not doing is something a nigga not doing
I grew up to Em, B.I.G. and Pac bitch, and got ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
Bitch, I can’t motherfucking stop moving
Go against me, you won’t stop losing
From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome
Niggas get sprayed up like A.K. was cologne for a paycheck or loan
Yeah I know that shit ain’t fair
They say Detroit ain’t got a chance, we ain’t even got a mayor
You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew the world was for the taking and wouldn’t take long
We on, tryna be better than everybody that’s better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody
I’m so fucking first class, I could spit up on every pilot
The city’s my Metropolis, feel it, it’s metabolic
And I’m over niggas saying they’re the hottest niggas
Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot
I’m one of the hottest because I flame drop, drop fire
And not because I’m namedropping, Hall of Fame dropping
And I ain’t taking shit from nobody unless they’re O.G.’s
Cause that ain’t the way of a O.G
So I G-O collect more G’s, every dollar
Never changed though, I’m just the new version of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won’t look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week..

Miscellaneous minds are never explaining their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
Peddling sin, thinking maybe when you get old you realize
I’m not gonna fold or demise
I don’t smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it!

If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me
I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable, fuck y’all clubs
Fuck y’all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts
Gobble dick up ’til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt..

I’ve seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies’ll prolly turn these niggas to fucking Lindsay Lohan..

Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot
Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got
The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rains from the heart
And the tissue is like an angel kissing you in the dark
You go from blind sight to hindsight, passion of the Christ
Right, to basking in the limelight, it take time to get your mind right..

You can’t say shit to me, الحمد لله‎
It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far!


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29 September 2015

City In Amber

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

They say the dead never speak, maybe I don’t listen
To the sweet nothings in the crazy world I live in
I’m in a flush grey Seattle on Monday as the sun rays chase the shadows up hills
With a child-like sentiment, catch me if you can it’s a fight flight rhetoric
Dancing on command till the night’s light’s setting in
Fancy what you have, it’s the zeitgeist yet again
In hindsight to find my cause of death I chased my dreams then I lost my breath – get it?
Am I clever with the words? Does it really really matter when you’re entering a hearse?
Look, I’m alone in a coma from the methadone searching for a saint that was frozen in a bed of snow
And then I’ll excavate the set of bones, easy come, easy go, better late than never though
Here we go again, we can call it my defeat when my tongue is in my cheek for a solid ninety weeks
Swallow pride and grief, that is all I really had, just so I can understand that is all that I can be
And from a birdseye view, sixteen shots and I’ll earn my dues
Sixteen shots and the world I knew is a resting plot for the kerbside blues
I see a city trapped in amber full of all the joy and the misery that’s captured
Bright lights emitting in a pattern by the fireflies like a symphony of lanterns…


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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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  • 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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