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A Tribe Called Quest – Whateva Will Be (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro]
Girl, this motherfucker’s got rhythm

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Say am I ‘posed to be dead or doin’ life in prison?
Just another dummy caught up in the system
Unruly hooligan who belongs in Spofford
Verse getting that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik? Yo
Should I be trapped in the trap? Would you prefer that?
Fourth grade reading level but he knows how to rap
Are you amused by our struggles? The English that’s broken?
The weed that I’m smokin’? The guns that I’m totin’?
The drugs that I’m sellin’? No need for improvement
Fuck you and who you think I should be, forward movement

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Melanated shrouded in complexity
Brain charge shocking like ‘lectricity
Mouth translate happens organically
The media relates it what it thinks it sees
Judging steps in shoes of a path they never walked
Shot down in a blaze of a phrases is how they talk
Dark skinned, walk with a bot portrayed villain
I’m chillin’, felon down to the DNA crime willin’
Subliminate their youth, hyper-sexualize their women
They ain’t got the strong enough hold, so they built the prisons
Pumping false religions to all of these niggas’ systems
Every voice devoid of the truth
Come on, listen

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Man look at this, man look at this
Whatever will be will be
Like a billionaire investin’ in a nigga’s dreams
Certainly a head scratcher, like Pac and Big’s killers’ capture
Or a women with the wisdom who’s leadin’ the way
The rarity is in the rear, but never today
Man, picture a PD lettin’ good records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You’ll find out only if she tells you, take her kiss and hug, cuz
In the answer for cancer in a prodigious kid’s mind
Yes, the government will fund, learning is free for everyone
And from that lie, young leaders will rise
In the eyes of despair and adversity
In some universe, this verse will be true

[Hook: Q-Tip]
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be
Some will dash to the mountain, some will crawl
And the weakest amongst them, they will fall
But the strongest in faith, they will stand tall
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be

[Verse 4: Consequence]
I just wanna feel as liberated as lions in Liberia
‘Cause recently my heart turned cold as Siberia
‘Cause everywhere I go, bein’ cold is the criteria
Let’s see how well you know all your Tribe trivia
Green and the white, we servin’ that Nigeria
North side of Queens, one-nine-two is the area
This is for my dawgs from Shih Tzus to Terriers
Fuck it, it’s showtime, Tip, make sure they hearing you

A Tribe Called Quest – Solid Wall Of Sound (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Chorus: Elton John, A Tribe Called Quest]
Gonna hear electric music (What you gon’ hear?)
Gonna hear electric music (What you gon’ hear?)
Solid walls of sound
Solid walls of sound
(Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound)
Solid walls of sound
(Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound)
Solid walls of sound
(Pressure breaking ground, pressure breaking sound)
Solid walls of sound
(Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound)
Solid walls of sound
(Tip and Phife in town, Tip and Phife in town)
Solid walls of sound
(Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound)
Solid walls of sound
(Solid wall of sound, pushing breaking ground)
Solid walls of sound
(Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound)
Solid walls of sound (Jedi, Ali, Phifey, Tip)
Solid walls of sound (Jedi, Ali, Phifey, Tip)
Solid walls of sound (Jedi, Ali, Phifey, Tip)
Solid walls of sound (Jedi, Phifey, Phifey)

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
Yo, ATCQ, Massive and crew
Bars to any beat, we beat the beat for true
Massengale MC’s, you smell like pussy stew
Don’t let it be you, man up my youth
Phife, you should’ve spoke of, man you’rein the mode of
Leave that to me, el-Hajj Malik
The man with a plan who made it real for us all
Like Marauders on a mission when we killin’ dance halls
Mmm, Saga boy, Trini man
Ride out when mic is in mi hand
Loved all of mi fans, one, two, three of dem all of the gang

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes, Q-Tip & Phife]
With a couple pound a weed and a couple dollar van
Hmm, broke pockets, find another plan
Yeah, cyan dun, push up on the one
And big up the sound man, dibby dibby DJ walk
Ayo Bus with them a talk
They don’t want no prob, they don’t want no issue
Outline them in bloodclaat chalk
Earlier in the night when we bring out the music
With a box and a band killer sound boy movement
Live and direct when it all goes down
You an idiot boy, you don’t wanna fuck round
Big tune make the world go round
Make way for the sound boy crown
Don’t you know we’re the wickedest sound
One box off in your face make a sound boy frown

[Bridge: Elton John & A Tribe Called Quest]
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound

[Outro: Q-Tip & Elton John]
Sound checking, a million watts are shaking the room
In just a few hours you’re gonna feel the burn
All of the goons are checking their guns at the door
A solid wall of sound is here on tour
It’s gonna get loud—so no phones allowed
It’s gonna get loud—so no phones allowed

A Tribe Called Quest – Dis Generation (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Jarobi, (Q-Tip & Phife Dawg), & (Q-Tip & Jarobi)]
Handle rocks with the capital G, ball on the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin’ mics till the knuckles would bleed
(‘Cause I believe
The potent that I’m quoting will have you geeked like speed)
If rationale is naturale or a weave
It’s all edges and peas
Settin’ press, we on a permanent steeze
I’m in a world where my princess is Leia
And she’s feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chem trails, droppin’ poisonous vapors
Have you shaking like gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu-ray, wave file, or a Beta, I’ll DVR it for later
Kappo Masa with a G to my waiter
You can’t define us, XY us, or Z us
You generational elitists
Have your chi in virtual think pieces
(See, these written words are poetical science
Brain’s defiant, thoughts heavy, baby
They’re a major appliance)
Leave a dent when drop with the flyness, fluent giant
Dude’s nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some buyers
Yeah, nigga, cool with some growers
(Never no tattletales, only I don’t knowers)
We a show me generation, show us what you gon’ show us
So listen, mami, see we could collude with a boing
Mouthpiece like Goins, with a jubilant noise
Dudes rude and as useless as coins, shoot ’em boys
Versed in, rehearsed in the soothing of loins
Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow
They are extensions of instinctual soul
It’s the highest in commodity grade
And you could get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Rules di nation

[Verse 2: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & (Phife)]
One hitting reading pages of Poe
Telly is low, cuddle bunny ready to go
Day of the dead
Bury all the zombies instead
And it’s just your aftermath, Busta cuttin’ your dreads
Bruce Leein’ niggas, while you niggas UFC
Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB
(Surge pricing on these Ubers, I’mma get me a cab)
Yo, where Jarobi at?
Imbibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
(Pass shit, been waiting for a Jet’s title since last
Richard Todd, Todd Bowles, gang green on that ass)
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blain, Douglass Henning
In the church of Busta Rhymes, it’s my sermon you’re getting
Horizontal spittin’, I’m the exorcist of your writtens
Don’t interrupt me, nigga, sorry, that’s a sin unforgiven
Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
B-b-b-b-b-b-but wait
Just spit the package, dry it, bag up the wet
This mad city’s not a game, easy, quiet on set, Phife
(Student of the past trailblazing a daze
Not acknowledging a trend or swept up in a phase
We still the highest of commodity grade
And you could get it, get it, get it, get it today)

[Chorus]
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Rules di nation

[Outro: Q-Tip]
This is our generation, generation, uh huh, yeah
This our generation, generation, uh huh
This our generation, generation, uh huh

A Tribe Called Quest – Kids… (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: André 3000]
I ain’t even gon’ lie, I was probably high
Just forgot to call you back, simple as that
I ain’t no almanac, so lick my dictionary
I might just call a cab ’cause I dig canary
Yellow accents on a dark bitch
I met her back when she kept all her carpet
I’m well aware all that shit is fantasy
I double dare y’all to fuck your plan B
That’s demeanor, momma’s mannerisms
That mean, don’t mean to get vulgar, but it’s some
Hoes in this bitch like a box of donuts
It’s cold out in this bitch, standing on the corner
Condolences to niggas that got erased
I pour out some liquor on a cop’s grave
Mmm, digital church bells
Ringin’ ‘cross the street, sure work well

[Hook: André 3000 & (Q-Tip)]
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real)
Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
I don’t wanna get up now, I don’t wanna go to school
I don’t wanna be the best, don’t wanna follow rules
Mom, I think you fuckin’ lied to me
Three stacks said all this shit is fantasy
It’s my time, gon’ put a little life to it
If life’s a obstacle then I’mma bike through it
I see it like a kiddie on the carousel
If I ‘url while I go around, what the hell
And that went well, so I’m compelled
To have visions of getting chicken while my friends get jel
My young nigga motto was, "Fuck it, I’m already grown"
And I dream of when I’m sixteen, I’m out my home
That petty though, ’cause my mama boyfriend dough
It’s kinda long like this old head hustle, yo
He cognizant of a nigga ride and die
I see us getting money through my green eyes

[Hook: Andre 3000 & (Q-Tip)]
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) For real (For real?) For real (For real)

[Verse 3: André 3000 & Q-Tip]
Yeah, all the kids, all the what, uh
Yeah, all the badass kids, uh
Kids, say I’m the shit
I’m Chick-fil-A nuggets, McDonald’s french fries
The spicy Popeye’s and Red Lobster biscuits
And girls scout thin mints
Pardon my penmanship, but oh shit
Feel like I’m hungry now again
And I can’t do nothing about it because my teeth are all rotted
And my mom and my pop, they just grin
And empathize with me ’cause they were little like Pygmies
But too bad they can’t get back they ‘member whens
Them grown-up stories don’t work
In the court of the kiddies’, the judgement is in
And while y’all doing all y’all your bids, y’all reminisce as kids
Fuck it, kids, the grown-ups won’t own up
They stood on the corner
Like you once upon a, time
And probably felt like a loner
And smelled like a stoner, and snuck to Daytona
So when they questioning you ’bout who or who you ain’t boning
Complaining that you always moaning
Never saying good morning
Storming out my house
And slamming doors like you paying bills
They been through it too, though
They were kids like you, though
But what if they knew though
And hit you with the cheat code
To a game you just start playing, no extra man
Leave you reckless on the court
With no high percentage shot
Just a bunch of, "You got ’em, nigga, just give it what you got"
Yeah, it look a little different on a yacht
But ain’t gon’ lie, I miss kayaking
I love the young niggas, and they do too, they just be acting
Like a bunch of retired tired thespians, a bit too salty
Shit, their blood pressure high, why?
They don’t play no more, probably

[Hook: André 3000]
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?
(Kids) Kids, don’t you know how all this shit is fantasy?

A Tribe Called Quest – Melatonin (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Refrain 1: Q-Tip]
I said I rarely dream in color but (they don’t know)
And every brother ain’t a brother but (they don’t know)
Pop melatonin like they Swedish Fish (they don’t know)
To give her everything’s my dying wish (they don’t know)
Role play, she plays the mannequin (they don’t know)
Raising my hand, teacher says "Not again" (they don’t know)
The sun is up, but I feel down again (they don’t know)
On just one hand, I can count all my friends (they don’t know)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
The understudy for the star, the show must go on
I’m a beast on a leash, I’m towed from the lawn
Another notch in my belt, the food’s getting scarce
Another notch in my belt, she shakes up the stairs
Drink liquid confidence, tequila’s our defense
Get rid of this tense and makes life make sense
As I come off the fence and break through defense
Anxiety is on the ropes and it’s gettin’ intense

[Refrain 2: Q-Tip]
Population gettin’ tired now (they don’t know)
Everybody wants inspired now (they don’t know)
Racist emails fire out (they don’t know)
We did it in the dark, it’s coming out (they don’t know)
The world is crazy and I cannot sleep but (they don’t know)
Melatonin good enough to eat but (they don’t know)
I read the paper so that I can see what (they don’t know)
I’d rather stay indoors and make a beat but (they don’t know)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
My mother said a lot of wise words to me
Her Bible was like her toolie, peasy-headed and unruly
I made her think she got to me
Following the trail of reefer
And niggas talking through speakers
Fattest laces through my sneakers
The rappers ere ghetto preachers
Thought I had it so I tried it, for so long I would just hide it
Then I made the crowds say "Hoo!"
And saw them all get excited
I was hooked, I couldn’t shake it
The more I got, I would take it
Couldn’t sleep andcouldn’t eat
But this life, I would not forsake it

[Refrain 3: Q-Tip]
I said I really dream in color now (they don’t know)
And every brother ain’t a brother now (they don’t know)
Pop melatonin like they Swedish Fish (they don’t know)
To give her everything my dying wish (they don’t know)

[Chorus: Abbey Smith]
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
I guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
I guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
I guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
I guess I should take one, just one

[Outro: Q-Tip]
This one’s for good girls that all gone bad (just one)
This one I’m taking when I feel sad (just one, yeah)
This one I’m taking to make me strong (just one)
This one I’m taking so that I’ll live long (just one, yeah)
This one I’m taking to make me smile (just one)
This one I’m taking to make life worthwhile (just one)
This one and that one and those and these (just one)
I just want to sleep, I want to be at ease (just one)

A Tribe Called Quest – Enough!! (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Is this enough?
Is this enough?
Is this enough?
Is this enough?
Enough, enough, enough

[Verse 1: Jarobi]
Yo, I’m savant with the game
Gon’ tell Robi yo’ name
Provide words that’s heard, setting your body aflame
Ooh, you off the chain, I’m handling your terrain
Your valley h-has me standing down to the follicle
‘Bout half of this bottle full of reasons for us to ball
Palming violations and travel vacation, ma
Lace your fancy bra, gon’ take them vestments off
Skin and my lips involved, I’m licking a place that’s soft
Jedi

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Is this enough?
Is this enough love that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Is this enough time that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Tell me that you feel the same way I do
Is this enough?
Enough, enough, enough

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Is it an issue if I make you nut?
But there’s no quality time ’cause I forever grind
This is not an excuse, I just wanna get loose
That’s old nigga jargon, girl, you’re making me hardened
To a stone or granite statue, I’m prone to get at you
It’s hard to break your defense, I guess I have to leap fence
Or scale wall, and break fall on a tree right by your window
Reward me for my efforts by rolling this indo
As I nibble your neck naughtily, sex is a big part of me
Agencies want to audit me, searching, snooping for sodomy
My thrust bust artery, I know you’re on to me
Just wanna have shenanigan
Don’t wanna make you mad again
So focus on the flattery you feel when I fling it
Acknowledge that I got it and you love it when I bring it
Dirty talk loud but they saying, "Fuck the shit out of me"
At the Queen’s request, if it’s gotta be, it’s gotta be

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Is this enough?
Is this enough love that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Is this enough time that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Tell me that you feel the same way I do
Is this enough?
Is this enough?
Is this enough love that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Is this enough time that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Tell me that you feel the same way I do
Is this enough?

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Consequence]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it’s more real than it is for any other star
And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards where the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now
But don’t confuse how you see me have to move now
I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati
‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swaggy, he could’ve broke up with IG
I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from IB
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C had ran with Mack 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be a era if you had a Cadillac then

[Vere 2: Busta Rhymes]
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin’ sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I’m chokin’ niggas, it’s goin’ down
I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait—
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip
With yo’ bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that’s banana
A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner
Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth
Man, nigga, if you open your mouth
Fuck the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda
Keep it movin’, keep the convo short
And bring a case of Henney
House of pain, I control many
House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
National animal rulin’ like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter
When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon’ scatter
Barishkaaa

A Tribe Called Quest – Black Spasmodic (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro: Q-Tip & (Q-Tip & Phife Dawg)]
Yo, y’all ready?
Yo, Phife, you ready?
Cons, you got that part, right? A’ight
(I dunno but it don’t matter who choose to set it off
ATCQ, no doubt my niggas is boss
Little half-ass rappers, y’all pissin’ me off
Time to dead ‘em all off, yo, no matter the cost)

[Hook: Consequence]
(Black) They don’t make thugs of this caliber
(Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar
(Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger
(Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers
(Black) They don’t make thugs of this caliber
(Spasmodic) Who kept up a buzz the whole calendar
(Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger
(Spasmodic) Now look what he does to any challenger

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Now who want it with the Trini gladiator?
Mid finger to you haters, you biters not innovators
I take zero for granted, I honors my gift
Champion pen game, plus I’m freestyle equipped
You clowns be bum sauce, speak my name, it’s curtains
Hamdulillāh, my crew’s back to workin’
Trash rap the dead, pussy kill the chirping
No more fuck boys, sit down, shit can only get worse
And how do you touch mic with flows uncertain?
Speak game dry, boy, that flow ain’t workin’
Folks throwin’ items, them vex and cursin’
Fuck made me wanna see these niggas in person?
Third song in, motherfuckers dispersin’
Only to realize Donald Juice in the buildin’
Big tune this for man, woman, and children
Back on my bullshit, Busta Bus’ then we kill them

[Hook: Consequence]
(Black) They don’t make thugs of this caliber
(Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar
(Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger
(Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
My nigga spirit be talkin’ to me, let me explain
Not through evil mediums, tarot cards, and Ouija games
But through mixing chords and boards
And even drum machines—he be saying:
"Nigga fuck awards, keep reppin’ Queens"
And don’t be taking slack from these non-rapping niggas, man
That intellectual shit you spit, you better change your plan
Especially when you see ’em at the lobby of a label
And they don’t seem able to outstretch they hands
And admit they fans
You better flame ’em in the J’s that they standing in
Ostracize they memory for not remembering
The articles reduce their body parts to particles
And dust the Dead Sea with their cremated molecules
I’m leaving, but nigga you still got the work to do
I expect the best from you, I’m watching from my heaven view
Don’t disappoint me, make sure that they anoint me
As the blue ribbon pedigree, the best of show, five-foot-three
Speak of the legacy for short people around the world
Napoleonic, bionic people who cause the world to twirl
Rip every stage with grace, look right dead in they face
Live the Tribe principle of havin’ impeccable taste
Enjoy that breath like that one was your last one left
If you don’t believe me, Tip, there’s truly life after death
So refer to the Biggie covers and shoutout my Trini brothers
And please check in on my mother…
Malik Izaak, call me shorty"

[Hook: Consequence]
(Black) They don’t make thugs of this caliber
(Spasmodic) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar
(Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger
(Spasmodic) Used to keep guns with the silencers
(Black) (Spasmodic)

A Tribe Called Quest – The Killing Season (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Winter in America, never knew white Christmas
‘Cause L7 squares always making my shit list
Spring is in the air and all the flowers are blooming
The powers that be wanna devour the movement
Tears disappear when they fall on the summer rain
Bleedin’ through this mic, but they call it entertainment
Running across stages is a drug
Is like a blunt that we crumble in raw papers
Call it the lord’s name ’cause we taking it in our veins
Like the feeding us intravenous
It’s war and we fighting for inches and millimeters
They try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders
If we don’t give them martyrs no more, they can’t defeat us
This lack of justice got us disgusted, look at our faces
All these soldiers hate but I saw military training
The force flags fly at a half mast this morning
Take a bow, this might be your last performance

[Hook: Kanye West]
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

[Verse 2: Consequence]
The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny
Turn the pool party into the one from McKinney
Might’ve been racist like the waitresses up in Denny’s
Swore we had twelve gauges, automatics, and semis
Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech
‘Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech
Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne
But veterans don’t get the benefit of feelin’ at home
So maybe those projections out at Silicon
Are what drove her to get injections made of silicone
I swear it’s the killing season
‘Cause killin’ is still in season, yeah

[Verse 3: Jarobi]
Louder than a three pound, voices screaming mad to boot
It must be killing season, on the menu strangefruit
Whose juices fill the progress of this here very nation
Whose states has grown bitter through justice expiration
These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment
Things haven’t really changed
Or they’re dormant for the moment
Marks and scars, we own it, only made for tougher skin
Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within
Been on the wrong team so much, can’t recognize a win
Seems like my only crime is having melanin
Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for
Causes men to suffocate, I can’t breathe no more
Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally
Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize it sadly
Black soul bold enough, inner city cold enough
Watch me get all my goons, watch us get soldiered up

[Hook: Kanye West]
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Movin Backwards (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Jarobi]
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
A-fixed to the Earth like my feet, they got cleats on
I’m moving backwards, never that was never the plan
Pushing shit along, render stillness in the quick sand
Asphalt jumpin’, junkie lyrical, concrete
My Jedi mind be moving me
Throughout the many dark streets
Backwoods, boondocks, whatever terrain
Auf Wiedersehen, Aloha, man our feet ain’t the same
I won’t abuse these shoes, these shoes ain’t made for reversing
Then trudging through these motherfuckers’ first album Footprinting, never ever ghostwritten, yo’ shit free, bitten
Grab my shit with both hands, iron grip, steel mitten
Bloviated, Jarobi ate it and now it’s gone
Closed mouths don’t get fed or move ahead
To my hustlers with customers, scam my chicks just being petty
Trap lords with the fetty, don’t be no backwards, no
No backward ass nigga, don’t be no backwards, no
No backward ass nigga, don’t be no backwards, no
No backward ass nigga, don’t be no backwards, no
Don’t do it, nigga

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
I spun around without a care
When I stopped, I felt lost
I’m two heels from the top tier
Really want to be boss
I figured it out, figured it out somewhere
Maybe the answer’s not out there
Maybe it’s on the ground somewhere
When I stopped, I felt lost
Do you ever feel lost?

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
They wanna see my downfall
Turn a good day into a downpour
Thorns in the crown hit the cross I bear
Why they wanna see me hangin’ like a towel somewhere
One eye, two bills, three tears, a heart still
How I’m feelin’ in my mind right here
Think I’m moving, I ain’t going nowhere, nowhere
Maybe why I feel lost, yeah
How I’m ‘posed to know how home feels?
I ain’t even on my home field
And again I feel lost
Was not a cruise that brought us here, again I feel lost
And I refuse to be stuck right here, yeah
I don’t want to move backwards, no
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me direction?
I don’t want to move backwards, no
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me directions?
I don’t want to move backwards, no

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Moving backwards never, that was never the plan
Can I vent? I was content being my own man
Up until that night ill-fated, walking home I was faded
Po puts braces on my wrist like he was clapping his hands
How demeaning, y’all? Who could be blind to racism?
Bring bro bro to me for the brotherly baptism
Instead of slaps, give him the dose of Ab wisdom
He’ll make it out of the jungle some way
Hey, it’s figurative, not a real place you stay
Ay, it’s mind state filled with muck and malaise
Uh, I got direction without using Waze
Submitting myself to praying these days
Yeah, moonwalking backwards, it’s only for stage

[Verse 4: Anderson .Paak & (Q-Tip & Anderson .Paak)]
Feds lining up, we’re right here
And everybody’s hands in the air
Four-five so get your ass found somewhere
Caught between hope and despair
Say it loud, what it take to make my niggas listen
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me
Cool out, chill out nigga, I’m cool
Cool out nigga, nah, nigga I’m through
Head down, ain’t no tellin’ what you gon’ do
(Somebody just give me—
Somebody just give me—
Somebody just give me direction
I don’t want to move backwards, no
Cops killing us niggas everywhere
Maybe we should get some guns too)
She come around every now and a few
(Man, I hope she really loves you)
Living high ain’t hard to do
(She’ll be in the clouds somewhere
Feeling fresh, I strut your bitches out of here
Might even take your broad too
Oops, I’m ’bout to get kicked out here
Tell mama I’mma slide through)
Stealer, I’m trying to get out of here
But stuck up in the same room
(Too many open miles in here
Sick of eating out at drive through)

[Outro]
Hahaha, look at this motherfucker

A Tribe Called Quest – Conrad Tokyo (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Just done mash a show, Dawg is off on sabbatical
Rather watch the Nixon shit than politicians politic
CNN and all this shit, gwaan move with the fuckery
Trump and the SNL hilarity
Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy
Blood clot, you doing, bullshit you spewing
As if this country ain’t already ruined
In lieu of these mumbling, fumbling
Swearing they’re the greatest
Online they debate us, if we different, then we’re haters
We ended our hiatus, the dogs looking for food
The nucleus is here now (ooo)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin
Every nation Obama nation, let the coroner in
Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men
Just embrace it and die alone, song of Revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate our economy, ‘lluminate broken dreams
And manifest all insanity, look around
Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground

[Hook: A Tribe Called Quest & (Kendrick Lamar)]
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
(Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground)
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
(Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground)
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
(Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground)
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
(Sayonara tomorrow, it’s just blood on the ground)
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio

[Outro: A Tribe Called Quest]
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Ego (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
Ego, ego trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
Ego, ego
I got one, you got one, and now we equal
Sometimes it makes you trip out on your people
Sometimes it has connotations of evil
Sometimes niggas call on it when they need to
It’s called the ego

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Ay, it’s hard to really make the subject positively stated
Some may hate it and some may overrate it
It’s a top story and you rarely see a trend
So all you psychoanalysts, pull out your pad and pen
It’s called the ego
Come up with an idea, and no one seems to get it
Then every time you mention it
They stare like you’re two-headed
But one day, in your cubicle, your idea really comes to view
Your boss is walking by, he sees it too and he takes it from you
She put you on the aces of all the stripper places
And has the kinda clientele where niggas trick off very well
You beg her and you plead her and you tuck away your ego
She knows you need the chicken
And you know that she’s your people
They call you fat and lazy, your commentary crazy
They photoshop your face on a box of McCormick gravy
And now that inner voice, that ego, making you get wavy
Change your diet, hit the gym
And say, "What were you saying to me?"
The ego makes you do it, it makes you face the music
Or run away from life so fast that you’ll outsprint Carl Lewis
It has you think your deceptive ways of being are the truest
Had the prettiest brown eyes but you change them shits to the bluest
It’s the ego

[Bridge: Q-Tip]
Ooo, Jack White
Ooo, Jack White

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
A celebrated genius, my dick game is the meanest
I’ll take the girl that’s augmented, new me is invented
I’ll take the biggest house in Calabassas
Anyone for Michael Phelps swimming classes?
You need it when you’re balling, equally when you’re falling
Or when those kids in school on your locker
They get to scrawling
Epithets that’s racist is stupid and mean in nature
Something that can make you feel stronger when people hate ya
Ego make you violent or govern like a tyrant
Or switch a dictionary’s word from vibrant to vivrant
Fool the thirsty people, selling tap water in bottles
Fooled a girl with NYU scholarship and now she models
Ego has no ending, has people pretending
Religious zealots get jealous ’cause guys want their defending
This is the last Tribe and our ego hopes that you felt us
And closing for our ego, we know only God can help us

[Outro]
Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
Ego, ego trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
Ego, ego trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind
Ego, ego skippin’, trippin’ in my mind

A Tribe Called Quest – The Donald (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Phife Dawg, what a go on with the crew?
Nuff ting, that’s why me had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Them no say, respect the Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up
Good shit, ’cause you a mastermind that cook up
Phife Dawg, what a go on with the crew?
Nuff ting, that’s why me had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Them no say, respect Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know on the one and twos
Give me that w-w-wait, damn, that’s the one part I, alright, let me say
Phife Dawg, I know you on the one and twos
Give me a zooguh zooguh and do exactly what you do
Tribe Called Quest, you see them back with one another
Ayo, Busa’ Bus’, them don’t want no problem, brotha

[Musical Break]

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
Phife Dawg legend, you could call me Don Juice
I’m the shit right now, what, you need to see proof?
Recently on the internet they chatting
Taking polls, debating who could win in battle rapping
Let’s make it happen, these cyber flows already par
No subliminals, with me you know who the fuck you are
Who wanna spar? Haha, well, here I are
Orthodox spitter or bring on the southpaw
No doubt I’mma set it, dudes best be ready
Off top on the spot, no reading from your Whackberry
Leave the iPhones home, skill sets must be shown
I’mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone, huh
I got it sewn, eh speak to all clones
Untouchable in my zone, watch it, don’t leave him alone
Fuck your ass cheek flows with bars sweeter than scones
Put down microphone

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Yes, yes, he the wrong ones to fuck with
No matter what the day
He could catch you on his plane or the one you on today
Visit niggas in their dreams
And make them scream of bloody murder
He’s a Trini gladiator, ain’t no need to take it further
If you wanna take it further your Huckleberry is here
Doctor of your holiday, Wyatt Earp ya like the tears
We gon’ celebreate him, elevate him, papa had to levitate him
Give him his and don’t debate him
Top dog is the way to rate him

[Interlude]

[Outro]
Don Juice, Don Juice, Don Juice
Phife Dawg what a go on with the crew?
Phife Dawg, that’s why I had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up
Phife Dawg, ’cause your mastermind cook up
Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another
Phife Dawg, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother (Don Juice)
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Phife Dawg, Don Juice
Phife Dawg what a go on with the crew?
Phife Dawg, that’s why I had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up
Phife Dawg, ’cause your mastermind cook up
Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another
Phife Dawg, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha (Don Juice)
Phife Dawg, what a go on with the crew?
Phife Dawg, that’s why I had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up
Phife Dawg, ’cause your mastermind cook up
Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another
Phife Dawg, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha (Don Juice)
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brotha
Phife Dawg

Common – Joy And Peace (feat. Bilal) (Black America Again Album)

[Intro]
For his goodness and for his wonderful works
Unto the children of men
If my people will lift my name tonight
I will come in
I will be exalted
I will be glorified
I will be lifted up
Welcome him in tonight
Can’t you feel him?
Yes, yes
There is liberty
Open your heart tonight
Welcome him in, put them hands together
Fellowship
Joy and peace

[Verse 1: Common]
All praise to the all-eye seeing… supreme-being
Giver of joy and peace, love supreme freedom
Some see him in the son, some see him in the daughters
The mountains, the waters, all divine order
The king unseen, one dream that I had
I was talking to my dad
He said, "Things ain’t as bad as they seem"
Is this a God dream the way Ye sing it?
The dream seem to go on as the day lingered
The meaning of life, you can’t frame or name it
True stars remain like the name of David
Niggas get foreign cars and think they made it
It ain’t yours ’til you create it
In the image of the beneficent, merciful, universal, versatile
My verses go ’til heaven and earth become reversible
Christ particle, so anything is possible
Fuck big brother, father, mother, God is watching you

[Chorus: Bilal]
And I want the joy
And I want to know the peace of mind
I make a way, a way to see
Through it all and ohh
Living for joy and peace
Still in all in the night when it hurts
And your bed feels like snow
There’s a joy in the rain
In your heart, there’s a way
Turn your light on
Turn your light on
Turn your light on
Turn your light on
Turn your light on
Turn your light on
Turn your light on
Turn your light on
Turn your light on
Turn your light on

Common – Home (feat. Bilal) (Black America Again Album)

[Intro: Minister Louis Farrakhan (sample)]
A man who’s genius and freedoms and —
Ability to communicate and —
To talk, and to touch chords —
A man who has the ability and the audacity
And the — of God to stand up, to stand up

[Verse 1]
Heard the sound of the trumpets, the voice from the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I knew I was home
I was told to write songs for the people
Take the original Hebrews on an Exodus of Black Excellence
Tell them to invest in us and make testaments about each other
Or how we sisters and brothers
Cover the land in corners of poems and stone
Go hard with it, let em know you God with it
Even though I authored it, let no one margin it
And make it all about paper or first weeks sales
Though this is from Heaven give ’em verses from Hell
Those that fell off the path, bring them back to the Mass
The staff can be your microphone
Your name is Common
You was born to fight the norm
Take house niggas outta darkness till they lights is on
I’mma put a hyphen on your name
Rapper-actor-activist
You the one that can reach into the black abyss
Stars this asterix, show em what a classic is
Freedom riders need passengers
And your lyrics use scriptures and passages
To make them rise like Lazarus
And resurrected again, they’ll put disrespect on your name and respect it again
Every section you in, bless em and keep bussin’
If they don’t like it, shake the dust and say ‘fuck em’
Until you get home, I’m the one you trust in

[Interlude]
I’m happy to be in any place
Where God’s name is remembered

[Hook: Bilal]
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home to live
Going home to live

[Verse 2]
Go into the wilderness like Mussa on a pilgrimage
Streets are villages, speak with diligence
And authority to fake god of pharisees and sadducees
Give them that Gardley free from the Black Odyssey
Yo pardon me, you the God bodily
Functioning on earth as a part of me
That’s why I gave you artistry
Go into the hoods with the shooters and the strippers
Forget the New World Order, New Jerusalem is with us
Tell sisters they earths and goddesses
If they got bottom, don’t get caught in a bottomless
Pit, there’s a lot of us fit for the kingdom is near
You can tell by the wars and how the seasons appear
You’ll appear in circles in Hollywood, I birthed you
And Chicago, you know how to parlay good
You’ll get Oscars, Emmys, and Grammys
Give those to your family, don’t get caught up in the vanity
Or the world’s insanity

[Hook: Bilal]
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Trouble of this world, trouble of this world
Soon I will be gone with the trouble of this world
Going home to live
Going home to live
With God

[Outro]
To those of you who are unfamiliar with those words
They mean, in English, ‘Peace, be unto you’

Common – Word From Moe Luv Interlude (Black America Again Album)

They’ve been using this system to will their power. So it’s kind of like a slippery slope to teach their children, to teach your children, to respect something that shows no respect, for a lack of better terms…you know what I mean? You hit a good thing on the head, saying about how educating the youth early and often about relationships going forward

Common – Black America Again (feat. Stevie Wonder) (Black America Again Album)

Here we go, here, here we go again
Trayvon’ll never get to be an older man
Black children, they childhood stole from them
Robbed of our names and our language, stole again
Who stole the soul from black folk?
Same man that stole the lamb from cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our back slow
And made us go through the back door
And rap for black bodies on the slave blocks
Now we slave to the blocks, on ’em we spray shots
Leaving our own to lay in a box
Black mother’s stomachs stay in a knot
We kill each other, it’s part of the plot
I wish the hating will stop (war)
And the battle with us
I know that black lives matter and they matter to us
These are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation, mass incarceration
Instead of educate, they’d rather convict the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony or a misdemeanor
Maria Sharapova making more than Serena
It took Viola Davis to say this
The rose of the help and the gangsters is really all they gave us
We need Avas, Ta-Nehisis, and Corey Bookers
The salt of the Earth to get us off of sugar
And greasy foods, I don’t believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we refuse
Brainwashed in the cycle to spin
We write our own story, black America again
[Sample: James Brown]
You know, you know, you know. One way of solving a lot of problems we got is to let a person feel like somebody and a man can’t get himself together until he knows who he is and be proud of what and who he is, and where he come from, and where he come from
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story

Common – Love Star (feat. Marsha Ambrosius & Pj) (Black America Again Album)

[Hook: PJ]
You’re my lovestar
What we gonna do, baby?
You’re my lovestar
What we gonna do, baby?

[Verse 1: Common]
I’m on what? What you on to?
I’m the sun god, let me warm you
Out of my sides the Lord formed you
Pull your dress up, ain’t nothin’ formal
Our fragrance is patience
We can major in communication
Relatin’ like cousins, though we kissin’ though
Love can be sick or medicinal
A doctor of it, you gots to love it
God body language I be spittin’ while we fuckin’
In your ear with somethin’ it ain’t clear
On your inside it appear, so somehow you’re here
I’m sayin’ I wanna stay inside
They say I’m a deep nigga, I’ma go way inside
Of everything you are
Cause everything you are is my lovestar

[Hook: PJ]
You’re my lovestar
What we gonna do, baby?
You’re my lovestar
What we gonna do, baby?

[Verse 2: Common]
I ain’t the type to be all up on your social
I’m in your face vocal the way a man supposed to
A choosy lover, I chose you
God’s most beautiful creation, let me mold you
You already in shape, that’s more love to make
Feel free when I’m with you, it’s hard to escape
When we need a break
We take it
When two souls connect you can’t fake it
TV shows and cakes, I know your favorite
Cut from the same cloth, let’s wear it
This ain’t about labels, this about fit
Since God designed, we can start our own line
Our offspring will be you, me, and He combined
We walk the runway like blaow
Bein’ in love is never out of style

[Hook: PJ]
You’re my lovestar
What we gonna do, baby?
You’re my lovestar
What we gonna do, baby?

[Verse 3: Marsha Ambrosius]
Heaven agrees you are all that I need down here
Cause you make it all worth it
We do this on purpose
The love we make is certain
I’m so caught in your arm
If you’re lost in your thoughts
I want to be your everything forever

[Hook: PJ]
You’re my lovestar
What we gonna do, baby?
You’re my lovestar
What we gonna do, baby?

[Outro]
Forever, I wanna be forever
Forever, star
Lovestar, lovestar

Common – Red Wine (feat. Syd & Elena) (Black America Again Album)

[Verse 1: Syd]
Red wine time on the couch
Happy you agreed to hang out
Keep my head in the clouds
Keep them old names out your mouth
I can make you laugh out loud
We the only ones in the house
I can help you body wind down
Make this bottle disappear right now
Get comfortable, comfortable
Get comfortable, comfortable
Get comfortable, comfortable
Let’s stay in for the night
Maybe take a walk outside
Let’s distance your pride
Me fall in love with your mind
If I look deep in your eyes
I can guess your zodiac sign
We ain’t got nothing but time
We can just chill and unwind
Get comfortable, comfortable
Get comfortable, comfortable
Get comfortable, comfortable

[Verse 2: Common]
Freedom is the road less traveled by the multitude
The mood, it’s the mode, it’s the culture
Where there’s food there’s vultures
More Tony now, back then I was Sosa
I was sent like a penny in a loafer
The 2Pac Deepak Chopra
On a plane drinking wine with Oprah
When I missed the dap I ain’t mean to insult her
Black Caesar, ey o amo roma
Tuto biene vino rosa
My dominican girl she loves soca
Take her to Minetta take her to the MOCA
Most of my friends at home that I’m close to
When they talk, put it on stone like a sculpture
Used to be a hooper, now I’m a hoper
Thoughts I bring to life like an ultra sound
I’m bound to the underground
Breaking walls down for the black and brown
A activist is active now
How far will you go for exposure?
Little homie in the paint tryna post up
Don’t make me have to put you on a poster
Posterized by what I vocalize
Weathered the storm like I know the skies
Yea we wear the mask but I know no disguise
These signs of the times are notarized
Written by the lord of the skies mortalized
In us, I got cold through cruel winters
Grandmas, defenders, Fred Hamptons agenda
Never been good with pretenders
They lying on the king like Simba
Dinner, branzino and red wine
Quality shared time
Fucking and laughing ’til its bed time

[Verse 3: Elena]
Red like my lips
Blue like past thoughts
Brown like your eyes
Just enough time
I can’t think now
You’re too close and I…
Might be too nice
These New York nights
Got me taking chances
I think your hands
Might look just right
If they held mine
Get comfortable, get comfortable
Get comfortable, get comfortable
Get comfortable, get comfortable
Get comfortable, get comfortable
Get two glasses
Now I’m swimming
Off the deep end
Heightened senses
No pretending
Make my head spin
I like dancing
In my bedroom
It’s just me and you
Put that tape on
Tell me what you want
Let’s just make time feel, long
Get comfortable, get comfortable
You could just stay for the night
Here, let me turn down the lights
Get comfortable, get comfortable
You can let go
Passion comes from down below
We go together like so
Get comfortable, get comfortable
Let’s make a toast
That we both can make the most of this time
Red wine

Common – Pyramids (Black America Again Album)

[Verse 1: Common]
A nigga told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It’s sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin’ though
This is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I’ve been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest raps
For me the globe is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I’m from the weather where they spray
There’s gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin’ like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I’m on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It’s hard to explain how these pyramids formed

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

[Verse 2: Common]
I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain’t nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black spiritual
Every rap’s a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you like Savion
But I’m a orator, the corduroy boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we wishing
I’ve been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on Incense rising from the dresser, child of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I’m on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids stand

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

Common – A Moment In The Sun Interlude (Black America Again Album)

[Instrumental]

[Outro: woman speaking]
He was a big guy from Tyler, Texas… and… uh I think we walked in the class one day and we passed each other… and he was country, country so he was like… "Heyyy lil mama"… and I giggled… I was like, "Heyyyyy"

Common – Unfamiliar (feat. Pj) (Black America Again Album)

[Hook: PJ]
What you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
I try to keep it out my head, it’s not that simple to me
And what you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
But I could get used to it
I could get used to it, I could get..
Why don’t I take the time and then [?] my baby doll?
Why don’t I take the to get you anything you want?
‘Cause what you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
But I could get used to it
I could get used to it, I could get..

[Verse 1: Common]
Love never gave a limit, wait a minute, stay up in it
Everyday we give it, play to win it, way we live it
My heart you cannot visit, stay extended
The lot we love, we lay up in it, days is vivid
Same incentive, the way we hid it is like Will and Jada did it
A house is not a home unless we staying in it, stay committed
I used to get around, now I’m staying centered
Angels ascended, grounded, stay cemented
The mentality, we all casualties, I can’t do this casually
Actually you challenge me to balance me
Pay dues and salaries, been through truce and fallacies
The unfamiliar [?] made me lose calories
In a house rewind playing Amy’s "Valerie"
Then I realized the past ain’t my reality
On love’s balcony, you standing out for me
This is alchemy, unashamed and undoubtedly
Now I see

[Hook: PJ]
What you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
I try to keep it out my head, it’s not that simple to me
And what you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
But I could get used to it
I could get used to it, I could get..
Why don’t I take the time and then [?] my baby doll?
Why don’t I take the to get you anything you want?
‘Cause what you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
But I could get used to it
I could get used to it, I could get..

[Verse 2: Common]
This love’s a lobby, clicks the way that "T. D." Jakes described it
Vibrant thing the way that Tip from Tribe would sing
So many things that you provide the king
You too fly, never should you hide your wings
The awakening, let’s keep breaking things
Break them rules, break them laws, breaking through
Breaking walls, sacred thoughts
Are the oceans that we breaking ‘cross
The truth is a naked cloth
No need to take it off, the weight is off
Love we making due is unbreakable, relatable
Stayed in you, relayed into the faith in you
You awaken to what fate can do
Fate is inescapable, super friends, we capable
To take it to a greater view they say is unattainable
I paint for you a picture I’m forever in it with ya
Love it when we hang, in my life, you’re a fixture
A mixture of love [?] scriptures
The right elixir, my spirit I pour to enrich ya
I’m with ya

[Hook: PJ]
What you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
I try to keep it out my head, it’s not that simple to me
And what you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
But I could get used to it
I could get used to it, I could get..
Why don’t I take the time and then [?] my baby doll?
Why don’t I take the to get you anything you want?
‘Cause what you doing to my heart is unfamiliar
But I could get used to it
I could get used to it, I could get..

Common – A Bigger Picture Called Free (feat. Syd & Bilal) (Black America Again Album)

[Verse 1: Common]
Living in a glass bubble, the fast hustle
The masked struggle that I’m in
The same one that you in
I knew inside when I was outside on the south side
Had to take it a step further
The way that Ralph tried
Oh that’s my stepfather
He stressed harder to make that bed and lock them doors
For the perfect picture, I forgot to pose
Used to rock Jabos and go out with bros
Tryna get lots of hoes till I got exposed
To a bigger picture called free
In the picture, it was me
Al-Hajj Malik Shabazz, Muhammad, and Noble Drew Ali
A side of Erykah Badu and Andre 3000
Telling me what I can’t be
But you can’t paint me
Black is the color of my true love spirit
And I do love lyrics
And I used to love Harold’s Chicken
And I dance pretty good
And I feel at home in the hood
And I get lit in the club
Still I love

[Hook: Syd Tha Kyd]
If you look in my eyes, you’ll see love deep inside
When I look in the sky, I see freedom
If you look in my eyes, you’ll see love deep inside
When I look in the sky, I see freedom

[Verse 2: Common]
If you hear this rhyme, it’s coming from division 9
The toughest in Cook County
They count me out cause I did a crime
They say it’s violent time in human beings
But being they ain’t seeing me as human
In this big business called prison, I’m the one that’s consuming
Illuminati illuminate me, fume and hate me
Mutilate me from my family, society, and loved ones
I wasn’t raised to love guns, well maybe toy ones
My pops, y’all built and destroyed him
With prescriptions of poverty, dope, and unemployment
When will we see enjoyment?
I smile when my little boy get to visit for about 30 minutes
But we ain’t never spent Christmas together
Tryna get it together
What I’ma do when I get out?
I don’t know what it is to live out
Just reminiscing of the big house
I’m the one justice chose to spit out
My life story is written in a prison sentence
Wonder if this cell got room for forgiveness?
Still I love

[Hook: Syd Tha Kyd]
If you look in my eyes, you’ll see love deep inside
When I look in the sky, I see freedom
If you look in my eyes, you’ll see love deep inside
When I look in the sky, I see freedom

[Bridge: Bilal]
It’s gonna be you and me
When you’re feeling free
Make you feel alive
What you got inside make you go outside
The change in I
Is the realest high
It’s the realest high
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, oh-yeah
It’s gonna be you and me
When you’re feeling free
Make you feel alive
What you got inside make you go outside
The change in I
Is the realest high
It’s the realest high
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, oh-yeah

[Bridge: Bilal]
It’s gonna be you and me
When you’re feeling free
Make you feel alive
What you got inside make you go outside
The change in I
Is the realest high
It’s the realest high
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, oh-yeah
It’s gonna be you and me
When you’re feeling free
Make you feel alive
What you got inside make you go outside
The change in I
Is the realest high
It’s the realest high
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, oh-yeah

Common – The Day Women Took Over (feat. BJ The Chicago Kid) (Black America Again Album)

[Verse 1: Common]
There’s something ’bout this day that seem good to me
When niggas I ain’t like is showin’ love to me
Good food and the mood and the hood is free
Peace and free is the frequency
This is the day women took over
No longer over your shoulder do you have to look over
Imagine, war is now over
Mothers get medals for being courageous soldiers
On dollars, it’s Michelle Obama, Oprah and Rosa
The mayor, the shah is Liz Dozier
Hoods feel safer, families feel closer
We all drunk in love with no need to be sober
Ladies get their hair done, and men, we notice
You get high grade Indian weaves, at the lowest
Prices, chivalry is no longer lifeless
We openin’ doors and pullin’ out chairs again
Things are merry and there’s more marryin’
Monthly free doses of Motrin and Valerian
For your menstrual, it’s no more minstral shows
Depictin’ women as ignorant simple hoes
It’s more love songs on the radio
Respect for the ladies, you can hear it in the flow
Egos aside, for each other we rise
Since they done give us a life, the whole world feel alive

[Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Oh, when women take over the world
Oh, every woman, boy and girl
Oh, maybe one day, we will see
Peace and unity the way it’s meant to be

[Verse 2: Common]
The day women took over, let it continue
Now women get paid as much as men do
Dr. Angelou’s lookin’ from Heaven’s window
Tellin’ young girls phenomenal woman is in you
Body is a temple, men don’t prey
Mother earth’s arms around you sayin’ it’s okay
Toilet seats down, that’s a no-brainer
Monuments in Washington of Fanny Lou Hamer
Harriet, a soldier of truth is marchin’ on
Women preachers and world leaders, it now the norm
Healthcare, payin’ for nails, jails and fill-ins
Intellectual buildin’, intersexual healin’
No stickin’ movers, and no quick shooters
After 15 minutes, callin’ you a Uber
The New World Order is fathers lovin’ their daughters
And baby’s mamas supported and ladies gettin’ courted
In court, kids can’t be tried as adults
And women, they called bitches because they a boss
In all shapes and sizes, beauty is recognized
Goddess and queens is what we use to describe
Now Michelle Alexander wrote the new constitution
Beyoncé made the music for the revolution
Imagine it, a world more compassionate
The balance of the feminine and masculine, I’m askin’ if

[Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Oh, what if women took over the world
Oh, every woman, boy and girl
Oh, maybe one day, we will see
Peace and unity the way it’s meant to be

Common – Rain (feat. John Legend) (Black America Again Album)

[Intro: John Legend]
The wind against my face, tells me that I must go
Can’t stay around too long before my tracks gonna catch me
When they do, I’ve got to be somewhere in LA
So I can look at the sun and get my thinking done
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain

[Verse 1: John Legend]
The last note I sang was indeed a false (?)
At some old and shabby bar, I never knew the name
But I knew I could and work that (?) all on my dreams
They tell me find that place, find that place

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 2: John Legend]
Deep in my destination, trying to find my destination
With LA so far away and I’m soaking cold today
Constantly it’s on my mind
I’m only halfway there, I’m not caring how much frustration
Oh, I’ve got to cross this nation

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

[Verse 3: Common]
As the rain falls down from the heavens
Think of how far I came since ’87
Took my hustle and made it a weapon
I was always told "in the pain there’s a blessing"
Mistakes that I made, they mirrored the lessons
Talking with God, I asked clearer questions
Dear Lord, is this what I’m destined for?
If so? Then what am I stressing for?
We tight, then why can’t I let it go?
Everything gon’ be alright, it’s more than a metaphor
Let it rain cause it’s ancestral
Cleanse my heart so they can see the best in you
Let it rain and come down visceral
For those no longer here in the physical
Let it rain cause it’s like tears from you
Just like the rain, I’ll do what I’m here to do
Let it rain, I know that it’s purposeful
So that it can service you and return to you
Let it rain, let the rain surround me
And never drown me, I was lost when it found me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream is where I’ll be
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Imperial reign came down to crown me
Now in a dream, a dream is where I’ll be

[Hook: John Legend]
And if it’s gonna rain tomorrow, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain

Common – Little Chicago Boy (feat. Tasha Cobbs) (Black America Again Album)

[Verse]
How should I begin?
This is the story of a boy named Lonnie Lynn
As I say it, the spirits enwhip me
He was raised in the belly of the city
Chicago, discovered by du Sable
A Black Frenchman that I had to mention
Extensions of a young man livin’ on a low end
47th and Michigan, lackin’ a little discipline
Know Grandma Mable did the best she could
You know how young niggas want a testy hood
There he stood, taller than most black boys
One of the best ballers out of Illinois
College in Ohio, this is like his bio
Talks that we had, man, they was never idle
He talked about readin’ the Quran and the Bible
He talked how he smoked dope and sold it for survival
He talked about the ancestors, in our lives; they’re vital
He said y’all niggas love the bang ’cause you tribal
Spiral of life, Chicago to Denver
Anywhere he went, of attention, he’s the center
6’9", big heart, big mind
He he spent a lifetime tryin’ to be big time
He did in a way, he made to the ABA
And the things he say on my record
When I was a shawty, he bought me "The Message"
It was his messages in the life I would step with
Didn’t see him much, spirits are connected
The Father creates it, the son can reflect it
His perspective: sometimes seemed crazy
His perspective: sometimes seemed brilliant
His perspective: somehow it shaped me
His perspective: undoubted I feel it
He’d walk around in them Air Jordans I gave him
I said, "Pops, them from Mike, man, you better save ’em"
The fight that he had with cancer was a brave one
Took Dr. Sebi’s herbs instead of medication
Breathing heavy, he talked reparations
He said, "Son, we live through our generations"
Offspring, coughing, Gene Ammons playing
In the background, he was talking, I was praying
Our Father, take care of my father
As far as he went, may I go farther
May our dreams and legacies live through our children
Though I can’t touch him, I can still feel him

[Pops talking]
You know the other day I got a phone call. I got a message says pops you been gon from home too long. So I set my bags down and headed to 87th street. I was just back in the neighborhood ya know cruising the same street that I used to cruise in my long black Fleetwood. Listening to the Minister and Dr. King and my beloved brother Malcolm. First thing is see I’m boundless with spiritual energy. I wanna talk about the moral necessities of human justice. The power and the action of God-given dignity. One can not enter the gate if you hate. You gotta take the lead for the rest of the world, 87th is the street of knowledge. The streets of knowledge are all over the world. We got a possibility again of leading the world. Shai my Shai we gon ask you for safe passage for the kids to walk to school. Alright, my young homies, we got a mission to finish. We got the unborn that we got to provide the truth for

[Tasha Cobbs]
I gotta be honest it’s so much different without you here
But I have no fear
I’ll see you when get there
To that city bright and fair
You were all I needed you to be
And now I thank you for all you gave for me
So, Father I stretch my hands to Thee
No other help I know
If you withdraw yourself from me
Somebody tell me where oh where should I go

Father, I stretch my hands to Thee
No other help I know
If you withdraw yourself from me
Tell me where oh where shall I go

Common – Letter To The Free (feat. Bilal) (Black America Again Album)

Southern leaves, southern trees we hung from
Barren souls, heroic songs unsung
Forgive them father they know this knot is undone
Tied with the rope that my grandmother died
Pride of the pilgrims affect lives of millions
Since slave days separating, fathers from children
Institution ain’t just a building
But a method, of having black and brown bodies fill them
We ain’t seen as human beings with feelings
Will the U.S. Ever be us? Lord willing!
For now we know, the new Jim Crow
They stop, search and arrest our souls
Police and policies patrol philosophies of control
A cruel hand taking hold
We let go to free them so we can free us
America’s moment to come to Jesus
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
The caged birds sings for freedom to bring
Black bodies being lost in the american dream
Blood of black being, a pastoral scene
Slavery’s still alive, check amendment 13
Not whips and chains, all subliminal
Instead of ‘nigga’ they use the word ‘criminal’
Sweet land of liberty, incarcerated country
Shot me with your ray-gun
And now you want to trump me
Prison is a business, America’s the company
Investing in injustice, fear and long suffering
We staring in the face of hate again
The same hate they say will make america great again
No consolation prize for the dehumanized
For america to rise it’s a matter of black lives
And we gonna free them, so we can free us
America’s moment to come to Jesus
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Freedom (freedom)
Freedom come (freedom come)
Hold on (hold on)
Won’t be long (won’t be long)
Oh, freedom, won’t be long

Britney Spears – Invitation (Glory Album)

[Verse 1]
You evoke the feeling
This feeling I’ve been dreaming of
I’m ready to reveal it
Let inhibitions come undone

[Pre-Chorus]
Yes or no, but no maybes
Not gonna beg, so don’t make me
Yes or no, but no maybes
[Chorus]
Here’s my invitation, baby
Hope it sets us free
To know each other better
Put your love all over me
Here’s my invitation, baby
Come feel my energy
We give emotions to each other
Put your love all over me
Put your love all over me
Put your love all over

[Verse 2]
I know it might seem crazy
But I’ma put you in this blindfold
I just need you to trust me
Oh, that you see more with your eyes closed

[Pre-Chorus]
Yes or no, but no maybes
Not gonna beg, so don’t make me
Yes or no, but no maybes

[Chorus]
Here’s my invitation, baby
Hope it sets us free
To know each other better
Put your love all over me
Here’s my invitation, baby
Come feel my energy
We give emotions to each other
Put your love all over me
Put your love all over me
Put your love all over

[Bridge]
Feel it now
Feeling something, kinda thinking out loud
Feeling something, kinda thinking right now, right now
We could be right, right now
Right now

[Chorus]
Here’s my invitation, baby
Hope it sets us free
To know each other better
Put your love all over me
Here’s my invitation, baby
Come feel my energy
We give emotions to each other
Put your love all over me
Put your love all over me
Put your love all over

Britney Spears – Make Me… (feat. G-Eazy) (Glory Album)

[Verse 1: Britney Spears]
Friday
I’m dreaming a mile a minute ’bout somebody
This feeling, I wanna go with it, cause there’s no way
We’re hiding away from this tonight, oh, this tonight
Can tell you want me
By the way I see you starin’ ‘cross the room, babe
No shame in the game, just cut the shit, be honest
Yeah, you know what you gotta do tonight, do tonight

[Pre-Chorus 1: Britney Spears]
I just want you to make me move
Like it ain’t a choice for you, like you got a job to do
Just want you to raise my roof
Something sensational (oh yeah)
[Chorus: Britney Spears]
And make me oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
And make me oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

[Verse 2: Britney Spears]
No rules
From the bar to the car, let’s take it back to my room
Igniting the heat of the moment; let the sparks fuse
Blowing up to the ceiling, we’re burning bright
When we cut the light

[Pre-Chorus 2: Britney Spears]
Cause you’re the flame I can’t do without
The fire comes in, the sky falls down
There’s no way I’m gonna be fighting this tonight, this tonight

[Pre-Chorus 1: Britney Spears]
I just want you to make me move
Like it ain’t a choice for you, like you got a job to do
Just want you to raise my roof
Something sensational (oh yeah)

[Chorus: Britney Spears]
And make me oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
And make me oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

[Post-Chorus: Britney Spears & G-Eazy]
Baby, cause you’re the spark that won’t go out
My heart’s on fire when you’re around
Make me oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yeah, Eazy

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
I don’t care if it’s a random person or the biggest star
Out in Vegas or little bars
Really not a difference if it’s near or far
Listen, here we are; need you
I’ve always wanted what was off limits
Staring at you ’til I’m caught in this
Back and forth like this was all tennis
I’m all jealous, you came with someone
But we could tell that there’s changes coming
See I could tell that you’re a dangerous woman
That means you’re speaking my language, come on
Now follow me, let’s go
Like Penelope in Blow
Well aware that stealing you is a felony, yeah I know
That’s why they keep on telling me to let go, yeah

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
But I need you and I can take you
All the way and I’m able
To give you something sensational, so let’s go, yeah
Said I need you and I can take you
All the way and I’m able
So follow me and I can make you

[Chorus: Britney Spears & (G-Eazy)]
And make me oooh (move), oooh, oooh (yeah), oooh
And make me oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

[Post-Chorus: Britney Spears]
Baby, cause you’re the spark that won’t go out
My heart’s on fire when you’re around
Make me oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yeah, you make me oooh