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Me Against The World

04 November 2016

Children of the World

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Yeah, cause we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same, that’s the only rival gang
I’m just sitting here, praying to my father
Tired of today, forever scared of tomorrow
Where’s a scale I could borrow?
Cause living ain’t cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college ain’t free
Plus college ain’t me
Sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain but I’m too proud to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher talking physics
And I just want to be fly
What good is a degree when there’s no jobs to apply?
And fast food won’t do cause you overqualified
I’m feeling like hustling
Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting
Running in so much work, we school-bus it in
God and our wrist the only things we be trusting in
All else fails, I’m in a casket like fuck it then
Either get rich or die poor
Nigga fell short and got jammed, but he tried though
I’m pretty sure my first words were “survival”
Looking for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we just (children of the world)
Try and decode all the secrets
My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst like “we got to make this work”
My girl found time to leave me
Too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me like “What up, ho?”
I’m just bitter, I ain’t asking what you fuck for
Thats disrespectful, I admit
I was just saying, if you wonder why I call you “bitch”
Cause we just (children of the world)
Guess I look up to the pimps
I ain’t saying it wasn’t wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you ain’t never had shit
I’m feeling like what the fuck

They want my soul like my ancestors’ ain’t enough
If I can’t trust my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck?
Sure enough that’ll be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid
Deprived of all the things that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit
They gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain’t after K.R.I.T
I guess I didn’t swag enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, couldn’t brag enough
Bubba Kushy stupid loud pack, jet lag enough
Steady acting like I ain’t had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain’t flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain’t crash enough
On the track like a pusher of crack, bag it up
I tell these niggas to back it up
My bitch like scarves, gave the Louis rag to her
‘Sace shades on my eyes like I ain’t seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn’t attend the wake
That’s too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi where? He don’t sound Southern
He be down cousin it’s since ’05, I swear
The game’s a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell’s a breath of fresh air
Yeah, fuck with me.


31 October 2016


Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Sunrise the grind starts to make bank
Sun sets to drive home on an empty tank
The in between just gets lost in puffing dank
Jean-Michel Basquiat but I don’t touch the paint
22 years here in the shell now
(Time is right, yeah I’m breaking out the cell now)
And I’ll admit that I crack the whip
But I ain’t even made half the shit
I just sit back, get high, laugh and trip
The baddest bitch, keeps staring me right in my eyes
And I’m telling her I don’t have the time
She thinks that I’m lying, cause she never met one of my kind
Never been so real on my life, all I do is the mic
Singing like the siren on an island
The brook calling me to write it, the face callin’ me inside it

My whole story is a song now
All the worry that would bog me down
Turned to courage like a godly crown
Now I journey for the godly sound
It’s beyond all the law you found (nigga)

The hole in my soul, void in my mind
Drums gon’ feel all my cries
The hole in my soul, void in my mind
Drums gon’ feel all my cries

There’s no holes left for me to hide in
A lion in sight with a hunger for Zion
I wonder at times what’s behind all the science
Hear the words chase for a taste of silence
Pace through the wasteland, blaze 28 grams
Wait for the fate to awaken up a caged man

I was born by the beach in Southern California
Grew up in LA under the same sun Icarus was born from
An angel built the city up on one lung, burned wings, no teeth
Half a heart, one beat, but two feet
Sea-walking like Jesus over Galilee
Seen, the blood loves the bone
You will cry when they leave the soul
Today we are the trees to grow
Tomorrow we are weeds to pull
Write the story, I can see it all
With my name painted on the wall
An urban crow follows on my call
And on a wire, but I just don’t fall


26 October 2016

Save Me

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I’m on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
Thug Life Motherfucker!

Ain’t no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there’s a million black bodies put away
I’m startin’ to lose hope
It seems everybody’s on dope
Mama told me to leave ’cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo
Creepin’ out the window alone on my own
I’m a criminal
Got no love from the household
I’m out cold in the streets give me motherfucking peace
I got nothing to lose and something to prove
What do I do livin Thug Life nigga stay true
I wonder when they kill me is there a Heaven for a real G
Lord forgive me if you feel me
‘Cause all my life I was dirt broke
With no hope little skinny motherfucker wantin’ dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
But everyday it’s a struggle to get major paid..

I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I’m stressing keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain’t nothing separating us from a MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
Straight soldier, bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
See me striking down the block hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna
Ain’t no stopping at the red lights, I’m sideways
THUG LIFE, motherfucker, crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me, nigga
Zig-zagging through the freeway, race me, nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
I’m living raw..


17 October 2016


Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

J’m’en vais là-haut sur la butte, pour regarder la ville
Une gargouille de plus, les rues sont folles on dirait des rapides
Pour tous les frères du-per, pas la pour faire du zèle
À tous ceux qu’abusent j’monte sur la butte pour m’approcher du ciel

Ça s’bute pour un centime
D’vant des bourges insensibles
Du meurtre aux embrouilles infantiles
Ça s’vide quand vient l’été
Ça pète les ‘teilles et les bouches d’incendie
Les bambins grandissent, bientôt ils s’disent grands bandits
Brigands, ils brandissent les armes mais il s’feront vite prendre
Depuis le 11 septembre, ils font que des bat’ couleur gratte-ciel
Quant au marché t’y trouves du seum entre les prunes et les pastèques
J’me suis jamais rendu, j’résiste à ce monde en flux tendu
18ème merveille du monde, ne cherchez plus les jardins suspendus
C’est pas du street-art, ma seule galerie sur le toit d’une voiture
Sur une toiture j’ai la trentaine mais toujours une voix crue
Gaffe où tu mets les pieds, les keufs ils doivent t’épier
Tu t’fais drive-by parce que t’habites de l’autre côté de la voie ferrée
Mate les gueules ça m’écœure, esquinté, éreintée
J’roulais un ter j’voulais un thème mais j’ai qu’la vue du Sacré-Cœur
Ça dégueule, ça roupille, pas d’looping la routine
J’arrive tout de suite, pour l’instant je dors à 3 stations de la où je vis

En cas de pépin tu me couvres
Mais qui sera là ? J’ai quelques doutes
J’reviens à l’heure à laquelle l’inspecteur se couche
Grosse secousse si t’es nerveux tu vas connaître le binz
Un caillou fera l’affaire pas besoin de la castafiore
Pour que les fenêtres se brisent
Été 2015, sur la butte c’est mieux qu’Ibiza
Cocktail bizarre, on mélange la vodka et le bissap
Ici les gens se fascinent pour les écrans tactiles
Les antalgiques des grands trafics
Confonds pas l’argent sale avec l’argent facile
Vie monotone, j’suis près du four appelle-moi Domovoï
Pourquoi nos mômes volent, passent de l’école au squeezer Molotow
On est filmé comme Truman, les rues ressemblent à des couloirs
Des couches tards sous puche-ca, DAVAJ DAVAJ KURWA !
J’reste fidèle au rap parce qu’il reste là même quand j’ai pas la foi
Le soir j’me pète la voix sur des ceaux-mor qu’on est dix à avoir
Même absent j’suis dans ton bat’
Victorieux sans combattre
Il faut que je bombarde, j’ai mis mon blaze sur tous les bancs de Montmartre

Tous fêlés, odeur d’joint sur le CV
Dents serrées, sur la paume de la main c’est pas du henné
Ma cons’ est mal cachée quand j’ai la braguette ouverte
Pour pas rayer ta table j’ai mis ma plaquette sous le verre
Ils mettent un nouveau terminus, mais nous on rentre les mêmes délires
Maquille la rame en sept minutes on a pas besoin de la MD 10
Usine à crack, sur l’Île-de-France c’est Alcatraz
Vie étriquée, tout est truqué, tu peux même perdre si t’as 4 as
J’m’en vais la haut sur la butte pour regarder Paris
Paradis des celards-vi tu vois du vice des parvis au parking
Y’a que de l’asphalte c’est malsain, même sans un tas de gros mots
Fraudeurs de la NASA : un clandestin en combi’ d’astronautes


15 October 2016

Moment 4 Life

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

If I could take the time back, I would rewind back
The day my cousin asked my gran where his mom at
I want my aunt back and my dad too
They killed Shawty and Diddy that was sad too
I cut a couple homies off, shit I had to
Changed on me for the money, look what cash do
Thinking I’m rich, counting my money
Worrying bout mine, they should be counting it for me
I’m just adding up this paper subtracting my homies
Shawty be screaming how she love me, while bouncing it on me
She really don’t like me, she just attracted to money
She chasing the benjys, so that don’t offend me
Im just loading up my Glock, hoping that it defend me
When them haters try to kill me I’m clapping the semi
She giving me head, I’m grabbing her Remy
I just wanna B, like the back of the Bentley
Niggas say I’m Hollywood when I’m Hollyhood
Put my life on the line for them, shit I probably would
Switch that to probably woulda, They wit me probably coulda
Put’em on probably shoulda, but ain’t nobody realer
Niggas is so fake, I did my ID check
Kept It A Hunnit Wit Me ?, ain’t met nobody yet
I treat them like the beat, cuz ima body that

Moving throughout these streets, that’s where you find me at
I ain’t gonna lie —– saved my life
But you ain’t gon be running round, like you made my life
I ain’t met a bitch yet, I would’ve made my wife
And I ain’t met a nigga yet I would’ve made my right
Hand, damn, never take a stand
Never tell them boys information on your fam
Never tell them niggas information where you stayin
Cuz they change like the weather, when you wake they’re where you land
With that hammer in your face, askin for the cake
Ever seen one of your dogs transform into a snake
Ever seen one of them snakes transform into a rat
I be running through the jungle I could tell you bout that
I could tell you bout the drought, when the work got snapped
Whole hood started robbing, everybody got strapped
Whole team just was broke, everybody got back
I was selling Sour Diesel, everybody got crack
It’s obvious I’m hot, it’s obvious you cold
Presidential on my wrist, and it’s obvious its gold
Whole hood got your statements it’s obvious you told
Like a Lil Wayne album it’s obvious you sold
I’m on some shit, running neck and neck with Vick
Trying to bring my city back, take us to where we never been
I’m just in the studio working like a Mexican
And they tell me I’m a rookie doing it like a veteran
Yea, big dreams small city
Trying to come up on me, but would you fall with me?
Would you clutch that hammer and bust it off with me?
Hundred miles an hour running from the law with me?
I ain’t think so, I just blink slow
Million ways to get this money but we think snow
Every time I see a chick I just think ho
And every time I meet a nigga I just think Po’
Alpo ass niggas!
Moment for life, for life
I’mma keep it real for life
And I’mma keep getting money, fuckin’ bitches for life, for life, for life
Yeah, yeah!


15 October 2016


Author: Emily | Category: Chillin


“You all laugh because i’m different. I laugh because you are all the same.”


15 October 2016

The Hall of Mirrors

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors
Where he discovered a reflection of himself
Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass

Sometimes he saw his real face
And sometimes a stranger at his place
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass

He fell in love with the image of himself
And suddenly the picture was distorted
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass

He made up the person he wanted to be
And changed into a new personality
Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass

The artist is living in the mirror
With the echoes of himself
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass

Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass


14 October 2016

Huey Knew

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Check it out, hey
This is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shut
I’ll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin’ from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by Ferrigamo)
Black out, black out, black out, yeah
Ay, man (black out)

They speak highly of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a fucking free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave ’em stuck in the wilderness
You need a backwood to roll to this joint
I’m Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you follow me?
Never mind I’m tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches with badges that go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I’m on the fence with common sense
My logic is sound, Spock of the 90746
No shit, Sherlock
Remind ’em of Han Solo on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and they backin’ up
I just threw my two-step, let her back it up
Go on back it up, go on back it up…
You dry snitchin’, I’m sliding in something moist
You annoy these women, I anoint these women
You stressin’ em, I schedule an appointment with ’em
They let me cut so much, I bring ointment nigga
I’m lubricant slick baby
I’m hornier than the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it’s your choice

Hey, I’m just a youngin from Del Amo
(Lil homie from the hood)
Yeah, with a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah bitch I look good)
Hey, just doing want I wanna
This ain’t marijuana, please don’t tell my mama

I’ma black out, black out, black out, black out
You telling white lies while I black out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Pale white horse when I black out
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the white lighter then I black out
Even white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white house nigga

(Yeah! Yeah!)
I hope I’m in Obama’s iPod
Yeah, ‘fore I had a desktop
Was looking for a shortcut to be an icon
But this time it’s for the money my nigga
Me and the Ichiban Don got itchy palms
And I just left Emmet’s with a jar and a intercom
I’ma act an ass and have a donkey to pin it on
I’m winning no matter what the decision’s depending on
I’m sinister, picture a ticking bomb in the Pentagon
The typical shit I’ve been on, remember the pen is gone
Your pinnacle’s penny pinching, I’m getting nickels for my thoughts
Like Slim Shady in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I’m vision impaired, all I seen
I’m Yamborghini High, A$AP M-O-B
Your 16 is pint sized to me

Young, no shame, Kurt Cobain, bastard son
With a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime sitting on my mind
No emotion, orange bottles how I deal with mine
Cracking bannies, only time a nigga cross the line
Wrong hand signs’ll turn a function to Columbine
Yeah, so, B.O.B’s top gunner
Front runner, never die clique, the thing you are not brother
Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock covered
Pour up medication by the brick
Sipping oil like we’re tryna sink a ship
So, yeah, uppers and the downers in the mix
Now the film heads talking ’bout a script
Living my days is a gamble
I guess that’s the perks of the set, bet
Ain’t nothing certain but dirt that bitch wearing that skirt
So I guess that I’m flirting with death
Need the type of cash cow to get Trump whacked out
Here’s the question you should ask
What’s the Soul without the Da$H
Never had the option I could back out
If it’s ’bout the cash then I act out

Black out, black out
Black out, black out
Black out, black out
Black out, black out
Yeah, So…


05 October 2016

Color of Reality

Author: Irene | Category: Music|Videos

Transfixed by racial, political, and socioeconomic tensions saturating the news, movement artists Jon Boogz and Lil Buck, enveloped by the art of Alexa Meade, switch off the TV and release their emotion into a stirring dance that is both a lament and a spirited call to action.

Movement artists Jon Boogz and Lil Buck, who use dance to move people and improve the world, find alchemy with Meade’s perspective-changing art. The result is a powerful, mesmerizing reflection, a moving 2D art representation, of the state of today’s society.


04 October 2016

Ratha Be Ya Nigga

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I’d rather be ya N-I-G-G-A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don’t matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain’t loving you right
I’d rather be ya N-I-G-G-A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don’t matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
(‘Cause) These busters ain’t loving you right..

What’s happening
Not motherfucking double R, Richie baby
What’s happening baby, you know how we do it
Yeah nigga, you know I’m up out this bitch
It’s time for me to uhhh regulate
Fo’ sho’, hey
And you ain’t going back?
Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though
This is for the honeys, the superstar
I don’t want to be her man, I want to be her nigga
You feel me?
Well let ’em know

You fucking with niggas that’s insecure
Watered down, my shit is pure
Write down my number but don’t call me ’til you sure
I ain’t begging just trying to relocate between your legs
Dripping wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn’t let me, and now
You straight begging to sex me got you undressing to test me and uhh..

Shut me down if you want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo’ eye
You want a nigga, but think that you can’t have a nigga
Don’t cheat yourself, instead treat yourself
If you scared, go to church, I know it hurts
To find out me and your man be sharing skirts

I’m hoping you don’t take this the wrong way
But your body is banging, got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of trying to make my songs pay
Making love all day against the wall in the hallway
Your fantasies come alive, your heart rate
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
You might think you’re happy with him
But that’s a lie, so give this thug a try
I’d rather be ya nigga

Look, now you was sprung from the introduction
My conversation’s full of game yet laced with seductions
I see you blushing like you want something, come get a taste
Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let’s get into some touching, erotic fuckin’
My up and down with no interruptions
Have no intentions of busting until you learn your lesson
Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz
And plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass

You can ride out with spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab
Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
And I’ma listen when it hurts, I’ma hang out but never stay
Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave
I’ll be your nigga, as long as we can understand
That I’s the nigga and spoke coke can be the man
He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind
And when I’m on the field keep you on the sidelines

Now it’s time for the moment of truth, I got you naked
Totally sweating, let’s see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissing ’til yo’ head swang
I’m so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang
If it’s all mine, then let me know
Now scream my name out; do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict
A boss player, freaky motherfucker, can I dig?

It’s on and popping, now you see what I was seeing
Why your eyes rolling? Loosen up, girl, I ain’t going
Nowhere, let’s let that sucker stay out there
While he’s stressed out and knock I stretch out the cock
Hold the boots, and let a nigga execute
And though you got it right, I’m going home tonight
You say you don’t need a man, but I don’t care
You’re in the presence of a player, I’d rather be ya nigga.


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