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DVBBS – Moonrock (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro]
Your boys and Juicy J
Woozy gang

[Verse 1]
Don’t let me get in my zone
Got a moonrock in my cone
Got a bad chick in my i8
& her ass off of (?)
I just rang through but
Half a mil to remodel my home
That I only slept in twice
Smoked out parties every other night
I am not at the club
I brought the club to me
And you not on the guest-list
If you ain’t got no double D’s

[Hook]
Moonrock in my cone (Repeat)

[Verse 2]
Sleepin on your chick
She saw my car and she blacked out
She woke up and saw a real nigga, for the first time
And passed back out
Fucking with a vet
I got these hoes in check
I break some rubberbands, they get they panties wet
Just copped a pound, and let her break it down in a lab
Then roll up some more cones
And blow more smoke than a power plant

[Hook]
Moonrock in my cone (Repeat)

Calibre 50 – Siempre Te Voy A Querer

Me han preguntado que si tú eres mi verdadero amor y yo
yo les digo es el amor de mi vida
Gracias por quererme como yo te quiero
No me veo sin ti y no te exagero
Y si a lo mejor no todo es perfecto pero
Pero se soluciona con besos
Igual que hago enojar
Hasta a veces llorar
Mas sabes que te amo y quiero que recuerdes esto

Siempre te voy a querer me asegurare de enamorarte cada día
Aun con mis defectos aun con mis locuras y mis tonterías
Siempre te voy a querer, te voy a cuidar por el resto de mi vida
Hasta que la muerte, un día nos separe
Yo voy a ser tuyo & tu mía

Y es cierto a lo mejor no todo es perfecto pero
Pero se soluciona con un beso
Igual que hago enojar
Hasta a veces llorar
Mas sabes que te amo y quiero que recuerdes esto

Siempre te voy a querer me asegurare de enamorarte cada día
Aun con mis defectos aun con mis locuras y mis tonterías
Siempre te voy a querer, te voy a cuidar por el resto de mi vida
Hasta que la muerte, un día nos separe
Yo voy a ser tuyo & tu mía

Brett Eldredge – I’ll Be Home For Christmas

I’m dreaming tonight of a place I love
Even more than I usually do
And although I know it’s a long road back
I promise you

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have some snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree

Ab-Soul – Raw (Backwards) (feat. Zacari)

[Intro]
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers

[Verse 1]
What’s happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I’m mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I’m low-key, like a locksmith
Working on both knees
You nosy, wire tap bands
Got fur on where my toes be
I’m cosy
Act like you know me
Wicked as Aleister Crowley
I just might OD
Overly dedicated, just like my homie
Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it’s like fuck your feelings
Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings
What’s my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I’m levitating, way too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle

[Hook Ab-Soul]
Ay man what’s happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I’m mashing across the masses
My movement massive
The backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can

[Post-Hook Zacari]
We don’t wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more

[Verse 2]
I’m going loco
This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no you watchin’ Hulu, I run the show tho
Is it music? Voodoo? I don’t know
But don’t confuse me with D’Angelo
I’m the angel of
Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor
Cuz we don’t die, we just multiply, divide and conquer
Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject
‘Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I’m a hero
Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, fuck it, fly to the Beast Coast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo
Pass the pot, let me skill it
The temperature is scalding
The novices make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he
Figured Dizzle wouldn’t admit that he would body him for a milli
I told Kenny keep quiet, I’ma get him
We don’t need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby
Moos what I gotta do boy?
I’m just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!
Fuck all this wordplay
Top, tell these fucking stooges I’m dangerous, keep away!
Mayday

[Hook Ab-Soul]
Ay man what’s happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I’m mashing across the masses
My movement massive
The backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can

[Post-Hook Zacari]
We don’t wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more
No more, no more
No more, no more

[Verse 3]
I’m Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin
To read Genesis
‘Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites
About that fucking life
You fucking right, I need to
Stand up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of mind
Still leave insight in your brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things
I mean check my subject range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang’s
Revelations reiterated
This revolutionary
Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps
‘Cause the truth is scary
Do What Thou Wilt
I’m not talented, I’m skilled
I’m the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield
Would’ve attended to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is just a city to me

Gucci Mane – Stutter

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 1]
I’m just tryna fight it off ain’t tryna nut too quick
She make me wanna take her, she another nigga bitch
A bitch that gucci can’t get, man that bitch don’t exist
This dick so good, I take it from her she might just slit her wrist
Bling blaww burr I put diamonds on her clit
Fucked her in the air yeah she ride me on the jet
His and her fur, yeah I bought my chick a fit
Like Edward Scissorhands she cut up on the dick (damn)
G-g-g-good god so why she standing back like a pic
Spaghetti straps in my Maybach she showing off her tits
She ran off on the plug so I’mma smash her at the Ritz
Skeeted in her mouth so now she talkin’ with a lisp

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

[Verse 2]
I told her bring a friend with her she just brought some twins
Three girls and gucci mane god damn I’m goin’ in
All these franklins on me man I said my name was ben
Magic city monday night I just threw up a ten
Nigga with a attitude I feel like Cube and Ren
These two ice cubes in my ear they cost a quarter M
That pussy hairy scarin’ me god damn she need to trim
The way that bitch took care of me she might get her a Benz
She suck me til’ it tickle me, slow down the neighbors listening
I got her like ten necklaces you know my diamonds glistenin’
She fucked me then she shot me with her friends I think she trickin’
Her nigga know about me but god damn he can’t get rid of me
She stutter step, sweet in lingerie
I beat it up like MMA she drank it up like Alizé
Eight latin hoes in my room I feel like its the fifth of May
Pull up on the kid you digg
Bitch I ain’t got time to play

[Hook]
I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit
I-I can’t even lie, that bitch so bad lil mama so thick
The way she throw it back it’ll make you stutter when you hit

Fetty Wap – Like A Star (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj + Fetty Wap]
Young Money!
Ayy
Uh
Yeah baby, woah
Ayyy

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
I’ma give you this work, work, baby
You know I’m a flirt, flirt, baby
Hop in this Vert Vert baby
Top down then skrrt, skrrt, baby
What’s the move in the streets?
Bad and I only got a thing for you
Stop ’til she know it
Ayy, can I get your number, babe?
Ayy, and I only want her, babe

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Throw the confetti, I’m wild petty
Tell your hoes go and drain my spaghetti
And don’t gas ’em without Getty
Kitty on jet ski, panties and a wet tee
Give ’em that water ride, this that Six Flags
This that moan Chanel Boy Brick Bag
Bitch, I’m bomb, in Balmain
Hedi Slimane, Saint Laurent
Who better than Nicki man? I can’t eff’in’ tell
Every time I drop, bitches like, "FML"
Hahaha, you in the game? I own my own game
I only respect them hoes that own they own plane
Young Griselda, slicin’ up
I ain’t got no competition so my price is up
I’m the heavyweight champ, Mike Tyson’d up
And I used to be a bitch, but I nicen’ed up

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, shot from afar, babe
Ayy, spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Ayy, just like a star, babe
Ayy, a shot from afar, baby
Ayy, a spaceship to Mars, babe
Ayy, if it’s mine then it’s yours, baby
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you’s official
Let me see if you can shake for a little
Girl you so bad, just drop for a little
Make it come back and gon’ make it wiggle
Watch them be mad, and girl you official, yeah babe

Vic Mensa – Heathens Freestyle

[Hook: Tyler Joseph]
All my friends are heathens take it slow
Wait for hem to ask you who you know
Please don’t make any sudden moves
You don’t know the half of the abused

[Verse: Vic Mensa]
Grew up around heathens, the streets made us Tarzans
Slanging Mary Jane, swanging out a mini van
Banana clips for gorillas and cold killers
Percy Miller black car got no limits
It wasn’t always this was, I can attest
To nights I carried lead case a nigga wanna test
Number two can puncture you, better wear a vest
We packing like a Lunchable, we live in constant threat
My history is filled with a long list of regrets
Looking back at my past, doing this victory lap
Surprised I made it, young eyes grown jaded
They killed my brother dead, wonder why I’d be faded
Sometimes I feel guilty for being the boy who lived, I could’ve been the one with that knife inside my ribs
I guess God had bigger plans for the kid when I woke up still alive on that hospital bed

I still feel violence, I got blood shot eyelids
Non-stop flights, I need 21 pilots
Give me 21 beats, there’s 21 bodies
21 thotties in the W lobby
Man trust, you can rock a Rollie or handcuffs
Either way the police gon’ say pull your pants up
Since you in the county they don’t want you to stand up
Niggas say you change as soon as you get your Benz up
I find it funny how, I’m getting money now
Them girls don’t treat me like an ugly duckling now
The same ones used to laugh at my TC
Now it’s me and Perrie, ‘scuse my French but they fucking now
That’s why I date while I hate them I got no love
I was set an ultimatum on the tour bus
It’s very simple you can walk if you don’t bust
Papi my brothers so you gotta fuck both us
Yeah, I’ve been with heathens but I’ve earned my stripes
Keep a SIG, I’m too pretty for fist fights
Until these niggas kill me I just wanna live life
Cop a palace in the city, buy a little ice

But y’all know me, I don’t rock diamonds
Only the Roc diamonds, that’s how I’m shining
Big broach homie, it was all about timing
So every roll call I make sure I’m signed in
Wait til they find that max Jay signed him
Could be an astrologist how my stars aligning
I fuck with Bad Boy like I’m Mario Winans
Puff know I got him if niggas shootin’ I’m firin’
Please don’t even speak to me about stylin’
I rock Gucci drawers, my nuts Italian
And I’m from the Chi where they ultra-violent
Pulling big racks out the Gosha wallet

Tell ’em "these heathens leave you bleeding
Screaming please, oh jeez he’s leaking
Get him to the church he gon’ need a deacon"
Running like DMC’s Adidas
Demons, heaters loca, like la vida
Outta’ this world, Zetus Lapetus
I don’t want your girl, cut her off like fetus
Abort this track ’till a beat ain’t breathing
Bitch!

YG – Trill (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Blood, pass the weed to the next nigga
My bitch dyed her hair red for the set, nigga
She a trill ass hoe and I’m the trillest nigga
I feel the holy ghost before I feel these niggas
I got these bitches on they toes, no Achilles, nigga
Spit on your grave, throw a rose and some lilies, nigga
I know the stove like I worked at Piccadilly’s, nigga
I wear a gold rope for old Mississippi niggas
And I was locked up in a hole, I could’ve killed me, nigga
And then a guard gave me some head, she felt guilty, nigga
I brush my teeth a hundred times just to grill these niggas
And I just walked up in the bank humming "A Milli", nigga
Whoa, trill nigga just walked in the bank
Plenty fish in the sea but I’m the shark in the tank
Your business the streets and your broad in my face
And your mama turn tricks and your homies turn state
And my homies turn weight to some cake, for real
I get paid all day, lump sums, oatmeal
Oh yeah, I feel like Neo on both pills
Balling on these bitches like Shaquille O’Trill, Tune

[Hook 1: YG]
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
I bet we deal with him
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
I bet we deal with him

[Verse 2: YG]
I used to be a dirty motherfucker
Now I got my own shit
I’m from west side California, we the realest state
I left the house like "mom, I’m on my own shit"
What’s the plan? See, the plan is to stack 100 grand
Turn 100 grand to a million
Turn that million to a billion, turn that billion to a trillion
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
I go get it, keep a .40 cal with me
I ain’t no industry nigga, all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
Who got problems? Cause my whole clique ride and
Point the bitch nigga out, I bet we deal with him
I done had a fucked up deal for my four plus years
But in God I trust, Lord, I’m still with ya
I’m ’bout to bounce back on these niggas like Derrick Rose
Here it go, here-here it go, here-here it go
2016, picture me in a big house with the biggest screen
With niggas I knew since the age of sixteen
Plan to ride for these niggas and it’s cold in the street
I know all you niggas head cold ass lil meat
Bold ass lil weed with goals, that’s me
Let’s rob ’em right now, that’s for sure, that’s me
Run up in they shit, they like "Lord, have mercy"
I’m thinking "Lord, let there be a smooth ass burglary"

[Hook 2: YG & Lil Wayne]
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
I bet we deal with him
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga (I’m trill)
I bet we deal with him (so trill)
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga (I’m trill)
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga (I’m trill)
Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga
(Cause all my life, I’ve been a trill nigga)
Yeah, I only fuck with trill niggas
I bet we deal with him

Frank Ocean – Nikes (Blonde Album)

[Intro]

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
These bitches want Nikes
They looking for a check
Tell em it ain’t likely
Said she need a ring like Carmelo
Must be on that white like Othello
All you want is Nikes
But the real ones just like you
Just like me
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I don’t play, I don’t make time
But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line
Pour up for A$AP
RIP Pimp C
RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just like me
Woo, fuckin’ buzzin’, woo!
That my little cousin, he got a little trade
His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid
We out by the pool, some little mermaids
Me and them gel
Like twigs with them bangs
Now that’s a real mermaid
You been holding your breath
Weighted down
Punk madre, punk papa
He don’t care for me
But he cares for me
And that’s good enough
We don’t talk much or nothin’
But when we talkin’ about something
We have good discussion
I met his friends last week, feels like they’re up to something
That’s good for us

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We gon’ see the future first
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We gon’ see the future first
Living so the last night feels like a past life
Speaking of the, don’t know what got into people
Devil be possessin homies
Demons try to body jump
Why you think I’m in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke
Acid on me like the rain
Weed crumbles into glitter
Rain, glitter
We laid out on this wet floor
Away turf, no Astro
Mesmerized how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet dance
I know that your nigga came with you
But he ain’t with you
We only human and it’s humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls sticking in my jeans
We breathin pheremones, Amber Rose
Sippin’ pink-gold lemonades
Feelin’

[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
I may be younger but I’ll look after you
We’re not in love, but I’ll make love to you
When you’re not here I’ll save some for you
I’m not him but I’ll mean something to you
I’ll mean something to you
I’ll mean something to you
You got a roommate he’ll hear what we do
It’s only awkward if you’re fucking him too

[Verse 3: KOHH]
一人の男
たくさんかわいい女の子
誰かのことを 誰も縛れはしない
他人の心
まあ、飲みたいならお酒でも飲もう(ふぉ)
彼女がいたり、彼氏がいたり
気の合っちゃう人間2人
しょうがない
男たちと 女たち
去るもの追わず
来るもの選ぶ
それだけの話
今しかない時間
大事にしな
何億万人も
いい人ならいるよ
あの子がまたモデルの子に嫉妬
でも好きなら好き
無理なら無理だし
次から次に (次に)
類が友を呼んでくれるいつも (類が友を呼ぶ)
たまには離れてみるのも必要 (必要…必要…)
自由にする まるでパリスヒルトン (パリスヒルトン)

Frank Ocean – Ivy (Blonde Album)

[Chorus]
I thought that I was dreaming
When you said you loved me
It started from nothing
I had no chance to prepare
I couldn’t see you coming
It started from nothing
I could hate you now
It’s quite alright to hate me now
When we both know that deep down
The feeling still deep down is good

[Verse 1]
If I could see through walls
I could see you’re faking
If you could see my thoughts
You would see our faces
Safe in my rental like an armored truck back then
We didn’t give a fuck back then
I ain’t a kid no more
We’ll never be those kids again
We’d drive to Syd’s, had the X6 back then
Back then
No matter what I did
My waves wouldn’t dip back then
Everything sucked back then
We were friends
[Chorus]
I thought that I was dreaming
When you said you loved me
It started from nothing
I had no chance to prepare
I couldn’t see you coming
It started from nothing
I could hate you now
It’s quite alright to hate me now
But we both know that deep down
The feeling still deep down is good

[Verse 2]
In the halls of your hotel
Arm around my shoulder so I could tell
How much I meant to you…meant it sincere back then
We had time to kill back then
You ain’t a kid no more
We’ll never be those kids again
It’s not the same, ivory’s illegal
Don’t you remember?
I broke your heart last week
You’ll probably feel better by the weekend
Still remember, had you going crazy
Scream my name
The feeling deep down is good

[Chorus]
I thought that I was dreaming
When you said you loved me
It started from nothing
I had no chance to prepare
Couldn’t see you coming
And we started from nothing
I could hate you now
It’s alright to hate me now
We both know that deep down
The feeling still deep down is good

[Outro]
All the things I didn’t mean to say
I didn’t mean to do
There were things you didn’t need to say
Didn’t need to…need to
I could dream all night
Dream all night
I could drive all night
Drive all night
Dreaming, dreamin’

Frank Ocean – Pink + White (Blonde Album)

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
That’s the way everyday goes
Every time we have no control
If the sky is pink and white
If the ground is black and yellow
It’s the same way you showed me
Nod my head, don’t close my eyes
Halfway on a slow move
It’s the same way you showed me
If you could fly then you’d feel south
Up north’s getting cold soon
The way it is, we’re on land
So I’m someone to hold true
Keep you cool when it’s still alive
Won’t let you down when it’s all ruin
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
Just the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard my dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
In the wake of a hurricane
Dark skin of a summer shade
Nose dive in the flood lines
Tall tower of milk crates
It’s the same way you showed me
Cannonball off the porch side
Older kids trying off the roof
Just the same way you showed me (you showed)
If you could die and come back to life
Up for air from the swimming pool
You’d kneel down to the dry land
Kiss the Earth that birthed you
Gave you tools just to stay alive
And make it up when the sun is ruined

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
That’s the same way you showed me, showed me
You showed me love
Glory from above
Regard me dear
It’s all downhill from here

[Outro: Frank Ocean + Beyoncé]
Remember life
Remember how it was
Climb trees, Michael Jackson, it all ends here
Say what up to Matthew, to Shoob
Say what up to Danny
Say what up to life immortality
Bending up my Nikes
Running out the melpomene, nicotine
Stealing granny cigs
Gimme something sweet
Bitch I might like immortality
This is life, life immortality

Frank Ocean – Be Yourself (Blonde Album)

[Katonya Breaux Riley]
Many college students have gone to college and gotten hooked on drugs, marijuana, and alcohol. Listen, stop trying to be somebody else. Don’t try to be someone else. Be yourself and know that that’s good enough. Don’t try to be someone else. Don’t try to be like someone else, don’t try to act like someone else, be yourself. Be secure with yourself. Rely and trust upon your own decisions. On your own beliefs. You understand the things that I’ve taught you. Not to drink alcohol, not to use drugs. Don’t use that cocaine or marijuana because that stuff is highly addictive. When people become weed-heads they become sluggish, lazy, stupid and unconcerned. Sluggish, lazy, stupid and unconcerned. That’s all marijuana does to you, okay? This is mom. Unless you’re taking it under doctor’s – umm- control. Then it’s regulated. Do not smoke marijuana, do not consume alcohol, do not get in the car with someone who is inebriated
This is mom, call me, bye

Frank Ocean – Solo (Blonde Album)

[Verse 1]
Hand me a towel I’m dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my jagger
Might lose my jacket and hit a solo
One time
We too loud in public, them police turned down the function
Now we outside and the timing’s perfect
Forgot to tell you, gotta tell you how much I vibe with you
And we don’t gotta be solo
Now stay away from highways
My eyes like them red lights
Right now I prefer yellow
Redbone, so mellow
Fuck ’round, be cutting you
Think we were better off solo
I got that act right in the Windy city that night
No trees to blow through
But blow me and I owe you
Two grams when the sunrise
Smoking good, rolling solo
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
S-solo, solo
S-solo, solo

[Chorus]
It’s hell on Earth and the city’s on fire
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven
There’s a bull and a matador dueling in the sky
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
[Verse 2]
I’m skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long
Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross
And catch a solo, on time
White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low
And that mean cheap, cause ain’t shit free and I know it
Even love ain’t, cause this nut cost, that clinic kill my soul
But you gotta hit the pussy raw though
Now your baby momma ain’t so vicious, all she want is her picket fence
And you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won’t side with you
Won’t let you fly solo
I wanted that act right in Colorado that night
I brought trees to blow through, but it’s just me and no you
Stayed up ’til my phone died, smoking big, rolling solo

[Chorus]
It’s hell on Earth and the city’s on fire
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven
There’s a bull and a matador dueling in the sky
Inhale, in hell there’s heaven
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
By myself
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
(By myself, by myself)
Solo, solo
Solo, solo

Frank Ocean – Skyline To (Blonde Album)

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean (Kendrick Lamar)]
This is joy, this is summer
Keep alive, stay alive
Got your metal on, we’re alone
Making sweet love, takin’ time
‘Til God strikes us
That’s a pretty fucking fast year flew by
That’s a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin’ on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty fucking
Underneath moonlight now
Pretty fucking
Sunrise in sight
In comes a morning, hunting us with the beams
Solstice ain’t as far as it used to be
It begins to blur, we get older (Blur!)
Summer ain’t as long as it used to be
Everyday counts like crazy (Smoke, haze)
Wanna get soaked?
Wanna film a tape on the speed boat?
We smell of Californication
Strike a pose
Everything grows in the Congo
Everything grows
Can you come when I call again?

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean (Kendrick Lamar)]
On comes the evening
Gold seeking ends
Piece in my hands worth twice than a friend
And two limbs over shoulder, carried away
Because I’m stronger and the Congo is dim (smoke)
In comes the morning (smoke)
In comes the morning (haze)

Frank Ocean – Self Control (Blonde Album)

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Pool side convo about your summer last night, oh yeah
About your summer last night
Ain’t give you no play, mm
Could I make it shine last night?
Could I make it shine on it last night, last night?
Could we make it in? Do we have time?

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I’ll be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight
Noses on a rail, little virgin wears the white
You cut your hair but you used to live a blinded life
Wish I was there, wish we’d grown up on the same advice
And our time was right
[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me, for me

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Now and then you miss it, sounds make you cry
Some nights you dance with tears in your eyes
I came to visit cause you see me like a UFO
That’s like never, cause I made you use your self control
And you made me lose my self control, my self control

[Chorus: Yung Lean + Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
(Nobody else, nobody else)
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it

Frank Ocean – Good Guy (Blonde Album)

[Verse]
Here’s to our good guy, he hooked it up
Said if I was in NY I should look you up
I, first time I done saw you
You text nothing like you look
Here’s to the gay bar you took me to
It’s when I realized you talk too much, more than I do
I, it’s highlights when I was convinced
That it isn’t much more it’s so not you
I know you don’t need me right now
And to you it’s just a late night out

[Outro]
This nigga, all the bitches in the neighborhood wanna fuck you nigga

He told me

I used to fuck with all of ’em

Yeah I ain’t got bitches no more

But now I don’t care about bitches like that my nigga, that chick Jasmine fucking wrecked my heart, I don’t even know how I feel about bi-

Frank Ocean – Nights (Blonde Album)

Part I

[Verse 1]
Round the city
Round the clock
Everybody needs you
No you can’t make everybody equal
Although you got beaucoup family
You don’t even got nobody being honest with you
Breathe ’til I evaporated
My whole body see through
Transportation, handmade (G)
And I know it better than most people
I don’t trust ’em anyways
You can’t break the law with them
Get some gushy, have a calm night
Shooters killing left and right
Working through your worst night
If I get my money right
You know I won’t need you
And I tell you, (biiitch)
I hope the sack is full up
I’m fuckin’, no I’m fucked up
Spend it when I get that
I ain’t trying to keep you
Can’t keep up a conversation
Can’t nobody reach you
Why your eyes well up?
Did you call me from a séance?
You are from my past life
Hope you’re doing well bruh
I been out here head first
Always like the head first
Signal coming in and out
Hope you’re doing well bruh
Everybody needs you
Everybody needs you
Oooh nani nani
This feel like a quaalude
No sleep in my body
Ain’t no bitch in my body
[Pre-Hook]
New beginnings ahh
New beginnings wake up ahh
The sun’s going down
Time to start your day bruh
Can’t keep being late on me
Know you need the money if you gon’ survive
The every night shit
The every day shit

[Hook]
Dropping baby off at home
Before my night shift
You know I can’t hear none of that spend the night shit
That kumbaya shit
Want to see nirvana, but don’t want to die yeah
Wanna feel that na na though
Can you come by, fuck with me
After my shift
Know them boys wanna see me broke down and shit
Bummed out and shit, stressed out and shit
That’s every day shit
Shut the fuck up I don’t want your conversation
Rolling marijuana that’s a cheap vacation
My everyday shit, every night shit, my every day shit
Every night shit
Night shit
Night shit
Night shit
Night shit

[Bridge]
All my night, been ready for you all my night
Been waiting on you all my night
I’ll buzz you in just let me know when you outside
All my night
You been missing all my night
Still got some good nights memorized
And the look back’s getting me right

Part II (wet wet)

[Verse 2]
Every night fucks every day up
Every day patches the night up
On God you should match it, it’s that KO
No white lighters til I fuck my 28th up
In 1998 my family had that Acura, oh
The Legend
Kept at least six discs in the changer
Back when Boswell and Percy had it active
Couple bishops in the city building mansions
All the reverends
Preaching self made millionaire status
When we could only eat at Shoney’s on occasion
After ‘trina hit I had to transfer campus
Your apartment out in Houston’s where I waited
Stayin’ with you when I didn’t have a address
Fuckin on you when I didn’t own a mattress
Working on a way to make it outta Texas
Every night

[Hook]
Droppin’ baby off at home before my night shift
You know I can’t hear none of that spend the night shit
That kumbaya shit
Want to see nirvana, but don’t want to die yeah
Wanna feel that nana though, could you come by
Fuck with me after my shift
Know them boys wanna see me broke down
Bummed out
Stressed out
Everyday shit
Shut the fuck up I don’t want your conversation
Rolling marijuana, that’s a cheap vacation
My everyday shit, every night shit
My everyday shit every night shit

Frank Ocean – Solo (Reprise) (Blonde Album)

[Intro: Andre 3000]
Aye, aye, so now I’m—

[Verse: Andre 3000]
So-lo that I can see under the skirt of an ant
So-lo that I don’t get high no more
When I "Geronimo!", I just go eh
So-lo my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
So-lo that I can admit
When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo
It ain’t an event no more
So-lo that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo
When I do, I cut the pony off
Now there’s a hole that once was a logo, how fitting
So-lo that I can give a fuck about what is trending
Tryna cut down on my spending
Regardless of winning, instead of pretending
And bending over backwards
Over half of these hoes had work done
Sayin’ they want something real from a man
Just saying it, we being real persons
I hate that it’s like this, I feel for you ant
I don’t know what it’s like with a skirt on
So pardon me if I am being insensitive
But darling this only worsens
So-lo my halo, stay way low, it feels like it’s bent
So-lo that when they throw pussy or pesos
I don’t pay no attention to it
So-lo that I am no rookie but feel like a kid
Lookin’ at the other kids
With astonishment while I’m on punishment
Watchin’ the summer come close to an end
After 20 years in, I’m so naive
I was under the impression
That everyone wrote they own verses
It’s comin’ back different and yeah that shit hurts me
I’m hummin’ and whistlin’ to those not deserving
I’ve stumbled and lived every word
Was I working just way too hard?

Frank Ocean – Pretty Sweet (Blonde Album)

Now
To the edge I’ll race
To the end I’ll make it
All the risk, I’ll take it
Headbang with my four friends
We pour a taste out for the dead
This is the blood, the body, the life right now
The height right now
Might be what I need
Might be what I need
Said you wanna hurt me now
You can’t end me now
That might be what you need

What it means to be alive on this side
Said you wanna kill me now
On this side
Don’t let me down
On this side
Down, down
Fuck the other side
I’m on this side, I’m on this side, I’m on this side
How it feels to have arrived
I’m inside, I’m inside
Those are my niggas for life

Mother of us be kind
To the fathers on whom we rely
Fathers of us be kind
To the mothers on whom we rely

Ah-ah-ahhh, ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahhhh
Ah-ah-ahhh, ah-ah-ahh, ah-ah-ahhhh

We know you’re sugar
We know you’re sweet like a sucka
Pretty sweet
Pretty sweet

Frank Ocean – Facebook Story (Blonde Album)

[Skit]
I was just telling that I got this girl before
And I was together since 3 years
And uhh, I was not even cheating her or what
And Facebook arrived and uhh she wanted me to accept her on Facebook
And I don’t want it because I was like in front of her
And she told me like "Accept me on Facebook"
It was virtual, means no sense
So I say "I’m in front of you, I don’t need to accept you on Facebook"
She started to be crazy
She thought that because I didn’t accept her
She thought I was cheating
She told me like, uh, "it’s over"
I can’t believe you
I said "come on you’re crazy" because like yeah
I’m in front of you, I’m every day
Here in your house
That’s, it means like it’s jealousy
Pure jealousy for nothing
You know
Virtual thing

Frank Ocean – Close To You (Blonde Album)

[Verse]
I will be honest, I wasn’t devastated
But you could’ve held my hand through this, baby
In my mind, I didn’t need
Warned your ex

I run my hands through what’s left
But we’re getting older, baby
How much longer baby?
Why am I preaching?
To this choir, to this atheist
Just like mine versions of these belong to you
After a while
They’re keeping me close to you

(Just like me, they long to be
Close to you)

Frank Ocean – White Ferrari (Blonde Album)

Bad luck to talk on these rides
Mine on the road
Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
White Ferrari
Had a good time
16: how was I supposed to know anything?
I let you out at Central
I didn’t care to state the plain
Kept my mouth closed
We’re both so familiar
White Ferrari

Close by me
You will find
You will find me
Is this the slow body
Left when I forgot to speak
So I text to speech, lesser speeds
Texas speed, yes
Based takes it’s toll on me
Eventually, eventually, yes
I only eventually, eventually, yes
I care for you still and I will forever
That was my part of the deal, honest
We got so familiar
Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari
Good times
In this life, life
In this life, life

One too many years
Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift
Mind over matter is magic
I do magic
If you think about it it’s over in no time the best life

Ooh, oooh, oooh, ooh
I’m sure we’re taller in another dimension
You say we’re smaller and not worth the mention
You’re tired of movin’, your body’s achin’
We could vacay, there’s places to go
Clearly this isn’t all that there is
Can’t take what’s been given
But we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine
Primal and naked
You dream of walls that hold us in prison
It’s just a skull, least that’s what they call it
And we’re free to roam

Frank Ocean – Seigfried (Blonde Album)

The markings on your surface
Your speckled face
Flawed crystals hang from your ears
I couldn’t gauge your fears
I can’t relate to my peers
I’d rather live outside
I’d rather chip my pride than lose my mind out here
Maybe I’m a fool
Maybe I should move
And settle, two kids and a swimming pool
I’m not brave (brave)
I’m not brave

I’m living over city
And taking in the homeless sometimes
Been living in an idea
An idea from another man’s mind
Maybe I’m a fool
To settle for a place with some nice views
Maybe I should move
Settle down, two kids and a swimming pool
I’m not brave
I’d rather live outside
I’d rather live outside
I’d rather go to jail
I’ve tried hell
(It’s a loop)
What would you recommend I do?
(And the other side of a loop is a loop)
This is not my life
It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
This is not my life
It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
It’s not what I’m like
It’s just a fond farewell (brave)

Speaking of Nirvana, it was there
Rare as the feathers on my dash from a phoenix
There with my crooked teeth and companion sleeping, yeah
Dreaming a thought that could dream about a thought
That could think of the dreamer that thought
That could think of dreaming and getting a glimmer of God
I be dreaming a dream in a thought
That could dream about a thought
That could think about dreaming a dream
Where I cannot, where I cannot
Less morose and more present
Dwell on my gifts for a second
A moment one solar flare we’re consumed
So why not spend this flammable paper on the film that’s my life?
High flights, inhale the vapor, exhale once and think twice
Eat some shrooms, maybe have a good cry about you
See some colors, light hangglide off the moon

(In the dark, in the dark)
I’d do anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you, anything for you
(In the dark)
I’d do anything for you, anything for

Frank Ocean – Godspeed (Blonde Album)

I will always love you how I do
Let go of a prayer for ya
Just a sweet word
The table is prepared for you

Wishing you godspeed, glory
There will be mountains you won’t move
(Oh-oh-oh)
Still I’ll always be there for you
(Oh-oh-oh)
How I do
I let go of my claim on you, it’s a free world
You look down on where you came from sometimes
But you’ll have this place to call home, always
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence of the ears, darkness of the mind
Until it’s time…
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence of the ears, darkness of the mind
It’s ’til it’s time we die
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence of the ears, darkness of the mind

Oh-oh, ohhh
I’ll always love you
Until the time we die
Oh-oh, ohhh

Frank Ocean – Futura Free (Blonde Album)

[Verse 1]
If I was being honest
I’d say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I’m good
I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour
Call my momma like momma
I ain’t making minimum wage momma
I’m on momma
I’m on
Now I’m making 400, 600, 800k momma
To stand on my feet momma
Play these songs, it’s therapy momma, they paying me momma
I should be paying them
I should be paying y’all honest to God
I’m just a guy I’m not a god
Sometimes I feel like I’m a god but I’m not a god
If I was I don’t know which heaven would have me momma
Let me run this bitch
I’ma run it into the ground momma, the whole galaxy
God damn, fuck these lames, they don’t want none
Fuck these lames, they don’t want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want none
Fuck these niggas
Fuck you niggas
Fuck me if I hated on you

[Verse 2]
I’ma stick around
I’m gon’ let my nuts hang
Nigga you got some just like me don’t you?
Or maybe not just like me
You know I’m Africano Americano
And even if you’re half Japanese

Roots run deep
Family tree, throw a big shadow
Tech company
Please gimme immortality
I’m going rapidly
Fading drastically
Or pulled the zip down
Wet your lips first
Lick the tip now
Smoke some’n Jamming
To the rhythm
It’s a face
To face
Keep me high
Castrati
Poonani fade the stress
Bugatti left some stretch
Marks on that freeway
Marks on that freeway
They tryna find 2Pac
Don’t let ’em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da
[Verse 3]
I’ll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up
I know you love to talk
I ain’t on your schedule
I ain’t on no schedule
I ain’t had me a job since 2009
I ain’t on no sales floor
You say I’m changing on you
I feel like Selena
They wanna murder a nigga
Murder me like Selena
You must ain’t get the memo
I don’t cut bitches no more
But your bitch my exception
Come get her outta my four door
I only got one four door
Remember when I had that Lexus no
Our friendship don’t go back that far
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
Niggas go back that far
I ain’t smoked all year
This the last song so
I’m finna wipe that off
Tolerance is so low, still smoke a whole ‘gar
Menage on my birthday
Tap out on the first stroke
Cause this ain’t no work day
She don’t give head anyway
Cuz what niggas say
That’s what she tell her man
What a difference distance makes
Niggas want fight in the streets now
Shit starting to make my head hurt
Jay hit me on the email
Said I oughta act my net worth
Dog this is chess now
Not fetch I ain’t runnin for a nigga
Ain’t ran since track meet
That’s the only time I ran from a nigga
You could change this track now
Could’ve changed this bitch a long time ago
Know and know
Know and know
Shout out to Hollygrove
I’m from that 7th though
Twins know and Lance know
Clark know and Matt know
Shit went 180 on me
Please run that back though
Tucks til 24

[Skit]
You say some shit about me?
On God he grabbed me
Had this nigga like…

[Silent Interlude]

[Outro Interview]
Interviewer: Make sure you speak up
Frank: Okay
Interviewer: What’s your name?
Frank: Frank
Interviewer: Yo, aye be quiet. What’s your name? What do you do? What’s your first memory?
Frank: The first word I learned to say or that I ever said
Interviewer: What’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever witnessed?
Frank: Friendship and how it controls the world
Interviewer: Hahaha, alright, what three superpowers do you wish you had? They say they have to be…
Frank: Flying, super strength…
Interviewer: Alright, what’s your name?
Frank: I wish I could sleep without being dead but sleep forever at the same time
Interviewer: Yo what’s your… stop, stop, stop
Frank: Being… very very tall
Interviewer: That’s fucked up. Start over right now. Best thing about being me is that I keep a pretty clear mind most of the time
Sage Elsesser: Being great
Frank: I… a lot, probably too much
Interviewer: Talents, got any secret talents?
Frank: I don’t think so, I’m pretty open in everything I do
Sage Elsesser: Talents? I can play the theremin… Tyler… nah actually fuck him. I don’t know, probably Dill cause he doesn’t have to do anything at all, sits inside his house
Interviewer: What’s your name?
Sage Elsesser: Sage Elsesser
Interviewer: What do you do?
Sage Elsesser: I play soccer and go to school. I wanna be better at skating
Interviewer: Alright that’s it….
Sage Elsesser: Ever… ever thought about trying…

How far is a light year?
How far is a light year?

Eminem – Campaign Speech (For President Album)

Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store
With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder
In Ecuador with Edward Norton
Witness the metamorphosis
Of a legend growin’ like an expert swordsman
From the Hessian war and
Hence the origin of the Headless Horseman
Born with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
Endless source and reservoir
Of extension cords in dresser drawers
And deadbolts on the bedroom doors
And sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
Excellent boyfriend

Use intercourse to settle scores
With women who have vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in ’til there’s shredded foreskin
Reddish torn and they’re only bein’ fed a portion
Bed sores and sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin’ metal forks in, self-absorption
Skeletor, I went to Hell and fell a floor
A predator, I’m headed for competitors
Better warn ’em, what I lack in tact and a set of morals
I make up for in metaphors like a cosmetic store
Stegosaurus, Chuck Norris with a thesaurus
Yes, of course, a mess of warrants
You want some? Come and get some, boys!
I’m givin’ Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin’ George Zimmerman in a fluorescent orange
Dress and four inch heels to address the court
With a bullseye on his back, his whole chest and torso
Are left on the doorsteps of Trayvon’s dad as a present for him

In my present form I’m Desert Storm
Appetite for destruction there’s no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible; hello, gorgeous!
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
Met a contortionist, said, "When you wanna get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in your schedule. I’m flexible."
Expired tags on the Saturn, got Catherine Bach
In the back in Daisy Dukes with the hazards on
At a traffic stop gettin’ harassed, sign an autograph
For this asshole cop’s daughter
Laugh ’cause I called her a brat on it
He spat on it and brought it back lookin’ half in shock
Had a heart attack and dropped dead
Started fallin’ back with it
And got slapped with a Colin Kaepernick practice sock

One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch
Crack front axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff, pulled Tabasco sauce out of my satchel
Knocked over a fisherman’s tackle box and *crash sound*
Asked if they had a laugh in stock
That was fuckin’ stupid…

You got it twisted, all ’cause I offered this bitch
A doggie biscuit, you call me misogynistic
Bitch, get to massagin’ this dick!
Like spas in this bitch, slob on it with gobs of lipstick
Got a shoppin’ list for you to run some odds and ends with
It’s not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She’s non-existent
Robin Thicke with a throbbin’ dick on some suave and slick shit
But I shout derogatives at bitches like fuckin’ missile launches
Misfit, blond and nitwit
Like I’ve gone ballistic, with a frostin’ tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes," and became one, I’m optimistic
Love to start shit
Shovin’ Clark Kent’s undergarments in the glove compartment
Of the bucket, bumpin’ Bubba Sparxxx
I’m double parkin’ up at Targets, trouble causer, a double crosser
Shadiest mothafucka you’ll ever come across
Olympic gymnast, been known for some assaults
A couple lawsuits, enough to cause a stomach ulcer
Same damn brain scan results as Rainman’s is
Something’s off, but when Dustin Hoffman’s
Dressin’ up in your mummy costume
On stage dancin’ to "Brain Damage," what’s the problem?
Nothing’s wrong, the name brand is back to reclaim status
Run the faucet, I’mma dunk
A bunch of Trump supporters underwater
Snuck up on ’em in Ray-Bans in a gray van with a spray tan
It’s a wrap, like an ACE bandage
Don’t-give-a-fuck persona, to my last DNA strand
E&J in the waistband, at the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa, pre-arrange an escape plan
Three-inch blade on point, like a See-and-Say
Consider me a dangerous man
But you should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don’t kiss ass like a puppet
‘Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin’
And that’s what you wanted
A fuckin’ loose cannon who’s blunt with his hand on the button
Who doesn’t have to answer to no one—great idea!

If I was president
Gettin’ off is the first order of business
Once I get in office
Second thing that’ll make me happy’s walkin’ up to Uncle Sam
Naked, laughin’, dick cupped in hand
Screamin’, "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy
Addiction to friction and static
Addict who can’t escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon
But as fate would have it, I walked up in Major Magics
Dressed as the maintenance man
In a laser tag vest and a racin’ jacket
With a gauge to blast it
And sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash’s and Casey Anthony’s
Crazy asses in the backseat
Throwin’ Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches
And slam on the brakes in traffic so hard
I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
‘Finna get a murder case and catch it
Like you threw it at me encased in plastic

And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz
Until he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin’…
Like a windmiller with a thin build while his skin’s peelin’
And skids ’til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder
Knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go against ‘zilla? The Rap God
When will I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt
Whose pens iller than Prince in a chinchilla
Or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, ’til I
Draw first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it’s popular
Couldn’t be more awkwarder
Cause you’re innocence I robbed you of
It’s my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta, not give a
Slapstick, hockey puck
The broad hunter with the sawed off
Like an arm when it’s lopped off of ya
But I’m not gonna, get the shotgun
Or the Glock, I’m gonna opt for the ox
Cause I’m into objects that are sharp when I shop
And it’s not a shock, I’m such an obnoxious fucker
The Rock Hudson of rock ’cause who would have thought
This much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter
That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned
I’m unravelin’ quickly
My squabbles, I’m grappling with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I’m twisting wine bottles
Like what happened to Chris Reeve’s spine column
That’s the plan of attack when I’m fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn’t having to get these rhymes off ’em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven’t come back on these faggots who diss me is
More of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel

But my patience is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin’ rubbing shit in your face ’til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen
And never appear again
If you actually had fuckin’ careers to end
But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer ’em in that direction and forget my ideas for them
Molly, I’m gone off you
Man, light some kush
You’re my first take, I’ll nail you
Can’t lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand prize
I’m entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant sizes tush
Mushed against your damn side, your puss
And thighs are squished
What kind of attire’s that?
I’m ready to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we’ll get it poppin’ like a flat
Light the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in half
Piper Chapmans might just have to picket me
Like a scab
Hard to describe in fact
Startling violent perhaps
Are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren’t really surprised at that
But as far as these lines I rap
And these bars, wouldn’t dial it back if I star 69ed the track

Why am I such a dick?

Crooked I – Welcome To Planet X (feat. Eminem & The Observer) (For President Album)

[Intro: Eminem]
I live in a world that’s different than your world
Your world still believes in things like free speech and democracy
Those things don’t exist in my world anymore
Welcome to my world
Welcome to Planet X motherfucker

[Verse I: KXNG Crooked]
It used to be parks
It used to be jungle gyms
Now they just stories passed down orally from my great-grandmother Nem
It used to be public pools
Kids loved to swim till the summer’s end
Now it’s enough poison in the water to slaughter your son and daughter
You can blame the government
Let me tell you how it all started
The middle class was evaporated then the filthy rich couldn’t stand the stench of the dirt
Poor of course who had the world oversaturated
So a new world order was activated
No more black, no more white, no more brown, no more yellow, no more red
Just high born citizens and low born citizens
And all that race shit was eradicated
You’re either rich or you’re poor now
Digital identity chip implanted in everybody born now
Being poor is like fighting a war now
No energy to fight the real enemy because you’re worn out
Living life on a tight rope, but the trickery is the tight rope
It’s slippery as a ice lope
Every second somebody is falling off
So we figure we embrace the misery
Nigga we never liked hope
Cause hope was the buzzword
That they used to brainwash us, fuck that we unlearn
Now the rich people concerned
Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What’s that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw till they gave birth to a resistance
You scared looking at your window
You see your own fucking children crawling over your fences

[Hook: The Observer]
One by one they all come slow to meet their fates
Two by two I bury them in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me, their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they choose [?] spawn
Cause we’re coming for you
(coming for you, coming for you)
La la la la la we’re coming for you
La la la la la we’re coming for you

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Yo, what you gon’ do now
It’s too late for talking, I’m in your face with the tool out
Foot wearing the other shoe now
The chickens came home to roost now
Who got the juice now?
Aye yo, what you gon’ do now
You wanna truce now
I’m in your face with the tool out
Foot wearing the other shoe now
The chickens came home to roost now
Who got the juice now?
Oil addiction, water polution
(Who got the juice now?)
Soil contamination and overconsumption
(Tell me who got the juice now?)
Wiped out two thirds of the planets fresh water
(Who got the juice now?)
And crop reserves creating a vast wasteland on a global scale
(Who got the juice?)

[Hook: The Observer]
One by one they all come slow to meet their fates
Two by two I bury them (I bury them, I bury them) in the shallow graves
Three by three they come at me their guns and swords were drawn
Now four by four before the Lord they choose [?] spawn
Cause we’re coming for you
(coming for you, coming for you)
La la la la la we’re coming for you

Juan Luis Guerra – Bachata Rosa lyrics

Te regalo una rosa
La encontre en el camino
No se si esta desnuda
O tiene un solo vestido
No, no lo se

Si la riega el verano
O se embriaga de olvido
Si alguna vez fue amada
O tiene amores escondidos
Ay, ayayay, amor
Eres la rosa que me da calor
Eres el sueсo de mi soledad
Un letargo de azul
Un eclipse de mar, pero…
Ay, ayayay, amor
Yo soy satelite y tu eres mi sol
Un universo de agua mineral
Un espacio de luz
Que sуlo llenas tъ, ay amor
Ayayayay…
Te regalo mis manos
Mis parpados caidos
El beso mas profundo
El que se ahoga en un gemido, oh
Te regalo un otoсo
Un dia entre Abril y Junio
Un rayo de ilusiones
Un corazon al desnudo
Ay, ayayay, amor
Eres la rosa que me da calor
Eres el sueсo de mi soledad
Un letargo de azul
Un eclipse de mar, vida…
Ay, ayayay, amor
Yo soy satelite y tu eres mi sol
Un universo de agua mineral
Un espacio de luz
Que solo llenas tu, ay amor

Horrible Histories – The 4 Georges: Born 2 Rule lyrics

George I:
I took the throne of England
Just ’cause I was protestant
A German prince whose English stank,
King George number one

George II:
I like to argue, now that’s clear
Especially with my father here
And when he died of diarrhoea
I fought with my son

George III:
I broke records with my sixty year reign

George VI:
And I broke the scales with my giant frame

all:
Born to rule over you
King George four, three, one and two
You had to do what we told you to
Just because our blood was blue

George I:
I was a hunk, girls adored me
Ladies all swooned before me
They would do anything for me
Or I’d have their husbands killed

George II:
Had a war with Prince Charles Bonnie

George III:
Everyone said that I was f-f-funny

George IV:
I spent everyone’s money

All:
Our subjects were not thrilled

George I:
I was the sad one,

George II:
I was the bad one

George III
I was the mad one,

George IV:
and I was the fat one

All:
We were born to rule over you
Georges one, three, four and two
England’s kings, though we were German too
Him, then him, then me, then you

(We were born)Born to rule over you(born 2 rule)

George I:
Gorged on fruit then I died on the loo

ALL:
People hated us, and we hated them too
Born to rule over you

Born to rule over you

George III:
Me I was as batty as a bonkers kangaroo

George IV:
Me I would have been more at home in a zoo
And now, now our song is through.

Yeah…

Georges

George III:
Banana

Horrible Histories – Literally: The Viking Song lyrics

It was the summer of 793
When we sailed across the Great North Sea
Comets crossed the skies that night
Must have known something wasn’t right

We arrived upon your English shore
And you offered friendship
But we wanted more
Yeah, so much more!

We’re tearing up this place tonight
Literally!
We’re gonna set this sleepy town alight
Literally!
We’ll kill and steal and burn and drink
‘Cause us vikings don’t care what you think
Woah oh oh!

Let me in, won’t you please
We’re here to raid your monasteries
We’re primed and ready to attack
And we love how monks just don’t fight back

You’ll die or become a slave to me
Though our slaves often get chucked up in the sea
If the boat’s heavy! Yeah, yeah!

You’re gonna lose your head, my friend
Literally!
We’re gonna getcha in the end
Literally!
And I’ll drink a toast from your skull
‘Cause we’re vikings and that’s how we roll!

(Play that axe, Ragnor!)

We’re gonna paint the whole town red
Literally!
With the blood of the dead
Literally!
We’ll take everything that you own
And get back on our ship, and go back home
Woah, oh oh!

We’re going home
Woah, oh oh!
We’re going home
Woah, oh oh!
We are going home
Woah, oh oh!
We are going home
Woah, oh oh!