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Me Against The World

03 May 2017

Pain

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..

Ohhh…
Tired of the strain and the pain..


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06 April 2017

Achievement

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


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26 January 2017

Dagr

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.


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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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09 December 2016

Remembrance

Author: Irene | Category: Music|Videos


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05 December 2016

Unstoppable

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I am Unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I won’t
I’ll keep fighting until the day I’m in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop!

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there’s pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we’ll be ballin’ again
‘Til I make it, yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to bitches too scary, get too near me, we rushin’
Visions of over-packed prisons, millions of niggas thug livin’
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don’t test us
They pull the heat out, ammunition in crates
Psssh! Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
They got me fiendin’ for currency, the money be callin’
It’s like I’m – dreamin’, seein’ scenes of me ballin’
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo-five, snatchin’ niggas pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin’ 40’s, moved to harder shit
God damn now I’m a grown man, I follow no one
Now nigga I got my own plan, Watch me!

I got a handgun habit, nigga front I’ll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
I’m allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas
Front and I’ll put your brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain’t a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don’t play bitch
Move like I’m militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas can’t move me
I squeeze till I run out of ammo, if it’s a problem it’s handled
I have your people pourin’ our liquor and lightin’ candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
It’s crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First there’s crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don’t go to funerals, but we’ll go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man..

There’s a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
Cause that’s sort of unique cause you know it’s me
My poetry’s deep, and I’m Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, it’s like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I’m strapped, it’s known any minute I could snap
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain’t even funny, I ain’t even hungry, it ain’t even money
You can’t pay me enough for you to play me
It’s cockamanie you just ain’t zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I’m just brutal
It’s no rumor, I’m numero uno, assume it
There’s no humor in it no more, you know
I’m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass.


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04 December 2016

Hey, Asshole

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Hey, asshole
See the sun is shining
But you are not smiling
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
I’m an asshole
Cause the sun is shining
But I am not smiling
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why..

I know I’m often told
That there’s a pot of gold
But I don’t see no fucking rainbow and my coffee’s cold
I know I should be grateful
I know I’m good and able
But I don’t have the strength to get up from the kitchen table
This kind of shot comes once
Another opportunity of a lifetime just slipped away
And that’s the fifth this month
But when you take a punch
Don’t you ever forget
Why you get up and you put one foot in front of the next


Got the power of my will
I don’t wanna to win a mil
But I’m looking at window sill
Gotta take a bitter pill
Gonna pay for what I did to my head and my heart’ll foot the bill
Got a foot in my mouth and because I’m kicking myself I developed a habit of knocking out my front tooth
Looking uncouth
Want to hear the truth
Give it to me straight
151 proof
Telling myself it’ll happen when I’m happy but I’m climbing up a ladder that has got no end
Hung up on a rung I’ll never make it to the top, I’m looking at the bottom and I must descend
All I want to do is buck this trend
Everybody need a buck to spend
And I’ll be working on myself, til I work on someone else, til I get there Ima just pretend

I know I’m often told
That there’s a pot of gold
But I don’t see no fucking rainbow and my coffee’s cold
I know I should be grateful
I know I’m good and able
But I don’t have the strength to get up from the kitchen table
This kind of shot comes once
Another opportunity of a lifetime just slipped away
And that’s the fifth this month
But when you take a punch
Don’t you ever forget
Why you get up and you put one foot in front of the next

When I’m in a crisis
In a moment of silence
I look under my eyelids
And I’m checking my mileage
I been using a pool of water as a mirror but not for style it’s
So I can reach in and pimpslap my reflection for acting childish
Spent a half an hour
Sitting at the bottom of my shower
Letting the water run over my body and (dammit I wanted to get up) but I didn’t have the power
I don’t have the answer anyway yay (yay yay yay yay yay yay)
Don’t want to panic but I got to come clean
Because the plan of the planet is just mean
Knew if was tough, but dammit it’s obscene
I been huffing and puffing up to the top of the summit and I’mma rough it if I have enough steam
I’ll keep on coming and coming until I’m coming with the stamina of a salmon who’s heading upstream…


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03 December 2016

Fall Back

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Could someone please explain
How I lost the game?
Cause I feel alive, but I know that I ain’t
And, and deep inside I just ain’t the same
I’m startin’ to see that no one else feels how I’m feelin’
I’m Broken
I swear I love you all, and I just wanna tell you before I fall
Can you hear me? I’m broken..

Hey yo I’m broken as they come
You feel like life begun, I feel it’s over and done
They make they money rain, I pray for drizzles and crumbs
They occupy a palace while I’m living in the slums
But I’mma be the one that’s laughing one day
Ain’t nobody else is rapping this way
Don’t nobody see my views but I don’t care so that’s okay
Hand to hand, oh yes I pray no ambulance takes me away
I’ve been bad way before Eminem and Jay-Z laid hands on Renegade
I’m just being honest what!? No lambo no doors go up
Just me and my niggas on the corner with a little bit of liquor poured in our cups!
Ha! We reach the game, we might not reach the fame
But we got stories so I’m sayin…

I swear they so so clever
They want us walkin around like we know no better
So our biggest worry is a Polo sweater
Until we fall asleep next to that cold cold shepherd
But I’mma be the one to wake us all up
I know y’all been waitin’ on us
know y’all debating my flow cause i’ve got one the haters can’t touch
I feel like my tank is on E, this damn ship is sinking on me
But I’ve got people banking on me
So I fight through what they cannot see
I’m just being honestwhat!? No lambo no doors go up
Just me and my niggas on the corner with a little bit of liquor poured in our cups
Ha! We reach the game, we might not reach the fame
But we got stories so I’m sayin…


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01 December 2016

Upadek

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Zabijamy ludzi, którzy zabijają ludzi
Bo zabijanie ludzi to zły zwyczaj w rękach polityka
Błogosławi konflikty zbrojne
Nie od dzisiaj najlepszy biznes kręci się na wojnie
Co ją łączy z miłością?

To że Podobno to ze jest ślepa
Ale to chyba nieprawda, bo snajper trafia z daleka
Nie narzeka na brak zajęć pracowita suka
Nastawiona w domach, klubach sojusznika szuka

Gdy do ciebie zapuka nie otwieraj drzwi
Mistrzyni kontrasty, jak na śniegu plama krwi
Potrafi tworzyć piękno lekką ręką jak Viet Cong
Giną tłumy, maluje czarną nocą piękne łuny
Pali domy, mosty, dosłownie i w przenośni
Za religię za ojczyznę paradoksy jak w Bośni
Groźny Fakt, że się ma nie najgorzej i dobrze się bawi
Do tego może liczyć na tłumy, nienawiść

Z jednej strony domy pełne przepychu, a puste
Żony próżne przymierzają w gabinetach luster
Setną parę butów, kolejną suknię
Chwilę później nienoszone wrzucają do śmietnika smutne
Zdrowie w kopalniach, Azjach czy Afrykach znika dziennie 12 godzin z małego życia
By głupia cipa mogła spełniać swe kaprysy
Małe dzieciaki, wiec można mało płacić – wyzysk
Mali wojownicy na usługach armii-mafii
Nie umie czytać ale potrafi zabić jak Kadafi
Szkoli ich oświata, szkolą ich baty
Nie broni ich konwencja, nie kocha świat ich
Sprzedają ich organy i zmuszają do pornografii
Krzyk zagłusza trafik milczącej aprobaty
Czekając na kolejne wcielenie ofiary krucjaty, pieniądza
Kontra seks turysty rządzą

Przemysł finansowy, zapaść, ludzie tracą domy, pracę
Straty szacują w bilionach zielonych
Zgarniają plony ci co nie są w stanie jej odmówić
Garstka skurw* kontra 7 miliardów ludzi
We Wrzeszczu na jedne spożywczy przypadają trzy banki
Zamiast zdjęć z wakacji na ścianach puste ramki
Zmienili mu zamki, wyruchali go na franki
Słychać chichot prezesów i płacz zwykłych Kowalskich
Nikt o tym głośno nie mówi bo im to nie na rękę
Gangsterzy, politycy, ratingi, agencje
Kolejne kadencje, ty, ty, poczuj esencję
Ona tak chce i póki co, inaczej nie będzie
Istnieją dwie wersje, posłuchaj pierwszej:
Tu jest nieszczęście, gdy nie masz, a chciałbyś mieć więcej
Druga: to chciałeś i masz dóbr kolekcje
I o dziwo nie idzie za tym szczęście – chciwość.


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30 November 2016

#ForçaChape

Author: Irene | Category: Sport|Videos

 

#PrayForChapecoense

 
Chapecoense


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