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Me Against The World

15 August 2017

Are U There?

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I need to know
That you’re here with me

Here with me
Here with me
Here with me…


09 August 2017

Above the Law

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Sometimes life seems so unfortunate
That’s why I don’t give a shit
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer
It’s just so disproportionate
You don’t know just what I go through
That’s why I would rather show you
Just how far that I can take it
Every rule, I’m breakin’ it..

Terrible, but not rip-able, invincible, I hung invisible
Fuckin’ mistletoe all over the world, I stuck my ass up under it
Now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes
Here we go, Bad and Evil so you know how this’ll go
The competition’s miserable, we stomp them bitches this is no
Joke, going overboard like someone threw us off the boat, choke
Cough from all the smoke, I’m tryna stay on fire
So you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers, I don’t love the hose
Someone let the cat out the bag, now it’s time to stuff its face
Back in that bitch, smother that little motherfucker ’til it suffocates (who)
You! had long enough of a wait
Why are they tryin’ to be so secretive Bad and Evil is reunited, hey?
Came back to annihilate the games in dire straights as I await
Word on Satan as I drop fall to my knees before this Ouija board
And I pray now I lay me down to sleep
I do this shit in my sleep I’m sleeping now imagine if I awake
I’m champ bitch, I’ll never taste the canvas
Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mushy, so you can’t squish
Nowhere near a tush, in fact if I jump out a bush
In a sneak attack’s the only way I’ll say I am-Bush
Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish
Stand-offish to hoes, keep your hands off this
Can’t top it, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for?
Law? Fuck protocol, I’d holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore

Baby I’m lawless, you couldn’t burn me if you threw acid on me
I’m at you homie, I’m at your home ready to spray you while you nappin’ homie
Have everything on and around your mattress lookin’ like the word in front of a matrimony
You high, thug yeah go ‘head jump, no matter how high you get
You gon’ come up short like Spud Webb
My DUI’s get waived like saying bye
Still ridin’ with no L’s like James Todd
Can’t change I thank God for my safe thinking
Last time I was safe thinking, me and my niggas was doin’ a bank job
I stay violent, y’all go the peace route
You got a mouth like Kanye, I’ll knock your whole bottom row of teeth out
No disrespect to Mr. West, shit I’m just nice with mine
And this just rap, I’m just like Ricky Hatton, I just like the line
These weak rappers want to set us up, they never tough
They ask me for a hook, I tell ’em left or right, head or gut?
What y’all messin’ with is a nigga that’ll leave you FUBAR
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Y’all are rock stars, I’m the opposite
I could just throw a rock and hit a star for the fuck of it
Partner, you’re not hard, I body your hot bars
Beef is left you pray, right like Allahu Akbar
Let’s go, when I leave y’all shot, you ain’t gon’ be on your Metro
In a bad area that call dropped.


01 August 2017

Enter The Game

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Long bright legs
Folding a secret in their web
You’re in a deck chair
And the smile you wear

So slowly taste me bare
A dash of flesh in your eye
And a snapshot of your veins

A pair of long bright legs
Sitting on a powder keg
Just a snapshot of my hand

Long bright legs
Your hold my secret in your web
I’m on your deck chair
And the sun we share

I long for your long bright legs
When will you be mine again
Just a snapshot of your end

Just a snapshot in L.A.

Are you gonna come again?
Are you gonna rule my shell?
Just a snapshot in L.A.


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..


  • 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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