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20 July 2017

Guilty All The Same

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Tell us all again what you think we should be
What the answers are, what it is we can’t see
Tell us all again how to do what you say
How to fall in line, how there’s no other way
But oh, we all know

You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
You’re guilty all the same!

Show us all again, that our hands are unclean
That we’re unprepared, that you have what we need
Show us all again ’cause we cannot be saved
‘Cause the end is near now there’s no other way
And oh, you will know

Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y’all explain, what kind of land is this
When a man has plans of being rich but the boss’s plans is wealthy
Dirty money scheme, a clean split is nonsense
It’s insane, even corporate hands is filthy
They talk team and take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty
At anybody’s expense, no shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt free, they claim that ain’t the way that they built me
The smoke scream before the flame
Knowing as soon as dough or the deal peak
They say it’s time for things to change
Rearrange like good product rebuilt cheap
Anything if it’s more to gain drained, manipulated like artists
It’s real deep until no more remains, but I’m still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock
Till pop and radio and record companies killed me
Try to force me to stray and obey
And got the gall to say how real can real be?
You feel me, we’ll see that green could be to blame or greedy for the fame
TV or a name, the Media, the game, to me you’re all the same
You’re guilty.

You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
There’s no one else to blame!
Guilty all the same!
Guilty all the same!
You’re guilty all the same!

R.I.P Chester Bennington


06 June 2017


Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

The sky is falling, the wind is calling
Stand for something or die in the morning.

Every day we fight the system just to make our way
We been down for too long, but that’s alright
We was built to be strong, cause it’s our life, na-na-na
Every day we fight the system, we fight the system
We fight the system (Never like the system)
We been down for too long but that’s alright, na-na-na.

Visions of Martin Luther staring at me
Malcolm X put a hex on my future, someone catch me
I’m falling victim to a revolutionary song, the Serengeti’s clone
Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone
You slipped your disc when I slid you my disc
You wanted to diss but jumped on my dick
Grown men never should bite their tongue
Unless you eating pussy that smell like it’s a stale plum
I got my finger on the mothafuckin’ pistol
Aiming it at a pig, Charlotte’s web is going to miss you
My issue isn’t televised, and you ain’t gotta tell the wise
How to stay on beat, because our life’s an instrumental
This is physical and mental, I won’t sugar coat it
You’d die from diabetes if these other niggas wrote it
And everything on TV just a figment of imagination
I don’t want plastic nation, dread that like a Haitian
While you mothafuckas waiting, I be off the slave ship
Building pyramids, writing my own hieroglyphs..

Just call the shit HiiiPower
Nigga nothing less than HiiiPower
Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
I mean the shit is, Huey Newton going stupid
You can’t resist his HiiiPower
Throw your hands up for HiiiPower!

Visions of Martin Luther staring at me
If I see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy
Sorry mama, I can’t turn the other cheek
They wanna knock me off the edge like a fucking widow’s peak, uhh
And she always told me pray for the weak, uhh
Them demons got me, I ain’t prayed in some weeks, uhh
Dear Lord come save me, the devil’s working hard
He probly clocking double shifts on all of his jobs
Frightening, so fucking frightening
Enough to drive a man insane, I need a license to kill
I’m standing on the field full of land mines
Doing the moonwalk, hoping I blow up in time
Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend
Tryna be a fucking legend, the man of mankind
Who said a black man in the Illuminati?
Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party
So get up off that slave ship
Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs..

Just call the shit HiiiPower
Nigga nothing less than HiiiPower
Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
I mean the shit is, Bobby Seale making meals
You can’t resist his HiiiPower
Throw your hands up for HiiiPower

Who said a black man in the Illuminati?
Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party
Last time I checked, we was racing with Marcus Garvey
On the freeway to Africa ’til I wreck my Audi
And I want everybody to view my autopsy
So you can see exactly where the government had shot me
No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable
They play musical chairs once I’m on that pedestal
Frightening, so fucking frightening
Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane
The reason Lauryn Hill don’t sing, or Kurt Cobain
Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy
Product of the late 80’s
Tryna stay above water, that’s why we shun the navy
Pull your guns and play me, let’s set it off
Cause a riot, throw a Molotov, somebody told me them pirates had got lost
Cause we been off them slave ships
Got our own pyramids, write our own hieroglyphs!

Just call the shit HiiiPower
Yeah nothing less than HiiiPower
Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
I mean the shit is, Fred Hampton on your campus
You can’t resist his HiiiPower
Throw your hands up for HiiiPower

Thug Life! THUG LIFE!


23 May 2017

Good Morning

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Good morning!

Wake up Mr. West, Mr. West
Mr. Fresh, Mister, by himself he’s so impressed
I mean damn, did you even see the test?
You got D’s, muthafucka D’s, Rosie Perez
And yer ass barely passed any and every class
Looking at every ass, cheated on every test
I guess, this is my dissertation
Homie this shit is basic, welcome to Graduation..

Good morning, on this day we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of
I’m like the fly Malcolm X, buy any jeans necessary
Detroit Red cleaned up
From the streets to the league, from an eighth to a key
But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets
From the moments of pain, look how far we done came
Haters saying you changed, now you doing your thang..

Good morning, look at the valedictorian
Scared of the future while I hop in the DeLorean
Scared to face the world, complacent career student
Some people graduate, but be still stupid
They tell you read this, eat this, don’t look around
Just peep this, preachers, teach us, Jesus
Okay look up now, they done stole yo’ streetness
After all of that you received this..

Good morning!
Hustlers that’s if you’re still living, get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning!
Hustlers that’s if you’re still living, get on down
Get on down
Get, get on down.


10 May 2017


Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

So I bow my head and pray
So I bow my head and pray
Don’t let ’em get in my way, ay
Don’t let ’em get in my way..

Born in the jungle, it’s the lion’s den
What the hell you gon’ do when it’s your time to spend
I’m thinkin’ to myself “should I take that chance?”
Do I not? The streets callin’ and it’s in my hands
You either runnin’ from the cops or you runnin’ the block
Do the devil’s work and hope you don’t get shot
Yeah I’m still young but all work no play
Student of the game, one day sensei
Now I do anything for my fam
Even if that means I gotta push a couple grams
To get a couple grand
Momma told me it won’t be easy
Runnin’ through these streets in a flash, can’t see me
I’d do anything for my fam
I might have to do some shit that you don’t understand
To get a couple grand
Momma told me it won’t be easy..

Proceed with caution, the city don’t sleep
Just know that when you fam everybody gon’ eat
My homie from the corner just passed last week
Said he would live forever when I asked last week
It’s crazy I wanna be patient but
Time is tickin’ I cannot waste it love
Money, power, respect, until I am the best
King of all things, it is I in the flesh..

Get it how I live
Follow what I feel
And I know I can use some change
But sometimes to make it out you gotta do some things
Get it how I live
Follow what I feel
And I know I can use some change
But sometimes to make it out you gotta do some things.


08 May 2017

Only Fear of Death

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever?
Tell me, which one?

They wanna bury me, I’m worried — I’m losin’ my mind
Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision’s blurry
Fallin’ to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord
But he ignores me, unfortunately, ‘cause I’m guilty
Show me a miracle, I’m hopeless
I’m chokin’ off marijuana smoke
With every toke it’s like I’m losin’ focus
Fallin’ to sleep while I’m at service, when will I die?
Forever paranoid and nervous, because I’m high
Don’t mention funerals, I’m stressin’ and goin’ nutty
And reminiscin’ ’bout them niggas that murdered my buddy
I wonder: When will I be happy? Ain’t nothin’ funny
Flashbacks of bustin’ caps, anything for money
Where am I goin’? I discovered, can’t nothin’ save me
My next door neighbor’s havin’ convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday, bitch, you know you shouldn’t have did it
Everybody’s dyin’, am I next? Who can I trust?
Will they be G’s, and they look at me before they bust?
Or will they kill me while I’m sleepin’?
Two to the head while I’m in bed
Leakin’ blood on my satin sheets
Is there a heaven for a baller?
I’m gettin’ suspicious of this bitch

The line’s busy everytime I call her
Now she’s tellin’ me to visit, who else is home?
I check the house before I bone, so we all alone
After I nut I hit the highway — see ya later!
To all the players, watch the fly way a nigga played her
The bitch is tellin’ all her homies
That I can fuck her like no other
Now them other bitches wanna bone me
I’m under pressure, gettin’ drunk, somebody help me
I drink a fifth of Hennessy, I don’t think it’s healthy
I see my enemies, they creepin’, don’t make me blast
I watch the 5-0’s roll, the motherfuckers pass
By me like they know me, smilin’ as they laugh
I put up my middle finger, then I dash
Niggas don’t like me, ‘cause I’m thuggin’
And every day I’m a hustler lookin’ to get paid
They wanna bury me, I’m worried — no need to lie
I pray to God I don’t scream when it’s time to fry
Nowhere to rest, I’m losin’ homies — ain’t that a bitch?
When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga’s lonely
I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
I see visions of me dead, Lord, are you there?
Then tell me, am I lost? ‘Cause I’m lonely
I thought I had friends, but in the end a nigga dies lonely
Nowhere to run, I’m in terror, and no one cares
A closed casket at my funeral and no one’s there
Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways
But still that don’t promise me the next day
So I stay thuggin’ with a passion, forever blastin’
I’m bustin’ on these motherfuckers in my madness
They wonder if I’m hellbound
Well, Hell can’t be worse than this, ‘cause I’m in Hell now
Don’t make me hurt you, I don’t want to, but I will
Seen motherfuckers killed over phone bills
Never will I die, I’ll be back
Reincarnated as a motherfuckin’ MAC
-11, ‘cause in Heaven there’s no shortage on G’s
I’m tellin’ you now: You motherfuckers don’t know me

“Only fear of death…” “You ghetto niggas”
“Only fear of death is comin’ back reincarnated”

Hahaha, I ain’t scared to die
I ain’t scared to die
To my homies in Heaven: I ain’t scared to die
Do you wanna live forever? Are you scared to die?
Or will you scream when you fry?
I don’t fear death
My only fear of death is coming back, reincarnated
This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P
And Big Kato, R.I.P.
And all you other O.G.’s who go down; I don’t fear death.


05 May 2017

Mask Off

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches..

Call it how it is
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard, spit it, yo..

Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain
Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (Super)
Ain’t compromising, half a million on the Coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

Four-door Maybach; I drive anything
Buy my Range, make ’em go insane
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)
My guillotine, drank promethazine
Tec and beams, go to those extremes
Parliament, calamari Wednesday
Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance
Before the business, Theodore lenses
Theodore prescriptions, focus on the missions
Intermission, never take a break
Switch states, touch down, foreign plates
Ain’t no way, ain’t no fucking way
We call the play, we didn’t come to play
Rob the bank, we gon’ rob the game
They gang, they gang, we gang, but they are not the same

Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off
Cold chills, prison cells
Oh my Lord, praise him be


03 May 2017


Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I couldn’t help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep; share it with me!

Tired of the strain and the pain..

They’ll never take me alive, I’m gettin’ high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin’ ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school, kickin’ up dust
But now I’m labeled as a troublemaker; who can you blame?
Smokin’ weed helped me take away the pain
So I’m hopeless rollin’ down the freeway swervin’, don’t worry
I’m about to crash up on the curb ‘cause my vision’s blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me; what should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin’ family; what else could I do
But be a thug? Out slangin’ with the homies
Fuck hangin’ with them phonies in the club!
Got my mind on danger; never been a stranger to homicide
My city’s full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse, mind full of sick thoughts
And I ain’t goin back to court, so fuck what you thought!
I’m drinkin’ Hennessey, runnin’ from my enemies
Will I live to be 23? There’s so much pain..

They got me mobbin’ like I’m loc’ed, ready to get my slug on
And I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin’ gloves on
I ain’t scared to blast on these suckas if they test me
Trust – I got my Glock cocked, playa, if they press me
Bust – on motherfuckers with a passion
Better duck, ‘cause I ain’t looking when I’m blastin’
I’m a nut, and drinkin’ Hennessey and gettin’ high
On the lookout for my enemies, don’t wanna die
Tell me why, ‘cause this stress is gettin’ major
A buck 50 across the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I’m dead and gone?
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong
These sorry bastards want to kill me in my sleep
I’m real they cannot see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin’ on the streets
And I’ll be ballin’, loc, don’t let ’em make you worry
Keep swingin’ at these suckas till you buried
I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta
Word to mother I’m trapped, I’m kickin’ dust up, ready to bust
I’m on the scene, steady muggin’ mean until they kill me
I’ll be livin this life, I know you feel me; there’s so much pain..

Tired of the strain and the pain..


06 April 2017


Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

And this verse is just a method to communicate
Stunt on everybody just so you can hate
I think I’m the one, I’ll show you why then let you debate
So direct, shoot it straight
If you just heard about me then you’re stupid late
Get right or get left ho, choose a fate
Follow no one I move at my own pace, you can wait
Notice how you stop touching bread like you’re losing weight
One day you will see why I’m truly great
I be on the road till I’m old like Willie Nelson is back
20k for a verse you need some help on a track
And I swear I’ve been all the way to hell and I’m back
Without a cosign at all I put myself on the map
I was chilling with a girl that I just met
Mid conversation got impatient
So I asked her can we fuck yet?
Guess that she was upset
That was about the time she stormed off, steaming mad
She was bad but I just let
Her go, why you sweat girls like a fur coat
In the summertime? You’re a nerd bro
Never leave work never furlough
Think you’re fucking with me? K, sure bro
Ready all times say the word go
Sippin’ drinking merlot, started drinking early
Still the same Gerald half killer, half nerdy
So far, my 20’s they’ve been one hell of a journey
Bob Dylan told me don’t trust no one over 30
Damn, draped in Saint Laurent and Supreme
Amount of money that I spend on what I want is obscene
All surreal how we live this good off of a dream
And I swear I do it all for the team

Drunk off of the Heem
Truly feel I’m the coldest alive
All I do is work, focus, and strive
Split a swisher, roll a fatty I’mma smoke this and drive
I’m a threat, now some of you can really only hope to survive
Grab a glimpse I’m as rare as it gets
Forget whoever else you might’ve thought was apparently next
Out here and I’m blessed
I come to town and every girl in the city’s at my show and all the parents get stressed
I’m maneuvering with flair and finesse
Working out so I could carry the west
I’ll prepare for the test and I’m ready after 5 sets
Lift the whole bay with my biceps
Caution if you try to follow my steps
You will trip and fall get exhausted and collapse
Most of these haters carry germs so I’m cautious giving daps
I just can’t fuck with everyone my circle stays the same size
Enjoy the lifestyle that fame buys
After party is at Drai’s in Vegas where they have the view
Get some girls, grab a few but only bring the baddest through
Rappers imitate the style, I’m not even mad at you
I’m not even throwing shade, I just overshadow you
Yeah I’m in my own lane, run my own pace
Chasing nobody marathon my own race
I do it for the bay area that’s home base
They try to run next to us but there ain’t no space
I feel like life just switched to hyperspeed though as of recent
The difference between yourself and me is you’re just decent
A garden full of flowers grew its way up through the cement
If I ever said I’m never scared just know I really mean it
I dreamed about the top I had a vision and I seen it
If you know the work comes first than you and I are in agreement
And it’s a long haul but I work harder than them all
So come back in 5 years and we can talk about achievement..

-Hey let me ask you something. Do you worry about achievement?
Does it worry you or do you just do your own thing and say “here it is you either accept it or not”?
+Well, do I worry about achievement? No I worry about a lot of things but I don’t worry about achievement.
-No, well I’ll scratch achievement off


26 January 2017


Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Ek helsar sola!
Stig opp frå myrkre
Stig opp í dag
Stig opp í dag

Or gap Ginnunga
Yggdrasil ask
Í ditt ljos skal spira vekse
Í ditt myrkre skal spira døy.


22 December 2016

The Streets

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

All my friends are in prison or dead
All my friends are in prison or dead
You don’t know the pain i go through
You don’t know what these streets could do

All my friends are dead
Al my friends in prison
Screaming “fuck police”
I love the way I’m livin..

Moment of silence, it’s time to just let the monster out
Fuck the penitentiary, let my brothers out
I am not a law abiding citizen
I am a drug dealer counting dead presidents
Become a dope boy, it ain’t that simple
They shot my home boy on the block, they left him cripple
I’m screaming “Free my dog Leo”, he facing life
His daughter growin up fatherless, it isn’t right
One thing i know, is that them killers come in the night
So if you planning to kill me don’t come through the night
I stay strapped up ready, my AK – 47 send your ass to heaven
I’ll put you in god’s presence

There’s always gonna be a hater tryna run up in your kitchen
Tryna rob you for your chicken, shot em’ down don’t leave a witness
Ain’t no loyalty no more
Your best friend will shoot you down for that dough
Who do I trust, I trust my choppa
Pull up on a hater and pussy I pop you
Drop you
Can you believe that the hater was my father

If you came from the streets put your hands up
If you came up selling dope put your hands up
If you got a lot of haters put your hands up
Tell em’ fuck you pussy get your bandz up!


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