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A Tribe Called Quest – We the People…. Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
We don’t believe you ’cause we the people
I’ll still be in the rear, yo, we don’t need you
You ain’t a killer nor good, young nigga, move
When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
She don’t love me, she make bunnies, she gon’ study that
She gon’ give it to me, ain’t gon’ tell me run it back
She gon’ take the brain or weather plain, she spit on that
The doors are signed with, don’t try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you could waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
And for a salary I’d probably do that shit sporadically
The OG Gucci wasn’t spittin’ with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin’ commas
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here, now it’s not a shit hole
Trendsetter, I know, my shit’s cold
I ain’t said it yet because I ain’t so bold, hey yo

[Hook: Q-Tip]
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go

[Bridge: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
The fog in the smog of new media that logs
False narratives of guys that came up against the odds
We not just nigga rappers with the bars
It’s kismet that we cosmic with the stars

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
You bastards overlooking street art
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
Fuck you know about true competition?
Just like the [?] picture that talking about he hittin’
The only ones who’s hitting are the ones that currently spittin’
We got your missie smitten rubbing on a little kitten
Dreaming of a world that’s equal for women with no division
Boy, I tell you that’s vision
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
The Tribe be the best in they division
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
Still y’all tryna move me off the fucking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yo headtop, yeah

[Hook: Q-Tip]
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go

A Tribe Called Quest – Dis Generation Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
In the box with the capital G, balling the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin’ mics till the knuckles’ll bleed, ’cause I believe
The potent and the quote will have ya geek like speed
If rationale is naturale, then we’ll weave
It’s all edges and peaks
Settin’ picks, we on a permanent steez
I’m in a world where my princess is Leia
And she feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chemtrails droppin’ poisonous vapors
Had to shake her like gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu-ray wave follow a beta, I’ll DVR for later
Cop a [?] with a [?]
You can’t define us, XYZ-Z, it’s the generation
Elitists have you cheatin’, virtual think pieces
See, these written words provided by science, brains defying
Thoughts heavy, baby, they’re a major appliance
Leave a [?] flyest [?] through a giant
Dude’s nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some bias, yeah, nigga, cool with some brothers
Never know tattletales, only ya’ll don’t know us
Yeah, show me, generation, show us what you gon’ show us
So listen, mami, [?]
Mouthpiece like [?] with a jubilant noise
Dude’s rude and it’s useless as coin, shoot ’em boys
Versed and 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 the nation

[Verse 2: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & Phife]
One hit and readin’ pages of Poe
Telly is low, Cuddlebunny 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?
I’m vibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
[?] been waiting for a Jets title since last
Picture Todd-Todd Bowles, Gang Green on that ass
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blane, Douglas 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 I’m forgiving
Like how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait
Nah, just out the package, dry and bag up the wet
This mad city’s not a game, easy, quiet on set
Phife, student of the past, trailblazing the day
Now they knowledge’in and tryin’ ta swept up in a phase
It’s 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 the nation

[Outro]
This is our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah
This our generation, generation, ah

A Tribe Called Quest – Melatonin Lyrics

[Hook 1: Q-Tip]
I said I really 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)
Roleplay, 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 to kill the czar defense
Get rid of this tense, it makes life make sense
‘Cause I come off the fence and break through defense
Anxiety is on the ropes and it’s gettin’ intense

[Hook 2: Q-Tip]
Population gettin’ tired now (they don’t know)
Everybody wants to spire 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)
The melatonin good enough to eat, but (they don’t know)
I read the papers so that I can see what (they don’t know)
I rather stay indoors and make a beat, but (they don’t know)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
My mother said a lotta lives were shooting
Her Bible was like her toolie
PZ-headed and unruly, I made her think she got to me
Follow in the trail of reefer and niggas talking through speakers
Fattest laces through my sneakers, and rap is for ghetto preachers
Thought I had it so I tried it, for so long I would just hide it
Then I made the crowds say “Oh,” smoking more, get excited
I was hooked, I couldn’t shake it, the more I got, I would take it
Couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, but this life, I would not forsake it

[Hook 1: 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’s my dying wish (they don’t know)

[Bridge]
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
Guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
Guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
Guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
Guess I should take one, just one

[Outro]
This one for good girls that all gone bad (just one)
This one, I’ll take it when I feel sad (just one, yeah)
This one, I’ll take it to make me strong (just one)
This one, I’ll take it so that I’ll live long (just one, yeah)
This one, I’ll take it to make me smile (just one)
This one, I’ll take it 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)

Garth Brooks – He Really Loves You Lyrics

Five o’clock traffic, all four lanes are down to a crawl
He’s sitting there knowing that he’s going nowhere at all
Then finally he sees the wreck
And says a prayer for whoever they are
Then everything changes the second he sees it’s her car

[Chorus]
He really loves you
And God knows it’s true
And it’s something he’d say
And he’d tell you each day
It was the way that He knew
But to some of us guys, you don’t realize
How to say it is just not what we do
And it’s so hard to see, but take it from me
He really loves you

Down on the shoulder, he’s running as fast as he can
Dying to hold her, he’s truly a desperate man
And he falls to his knees at the wreck
Up close it all looks so much worse
Same color, same model, but the car in the crash isn’t hers

[Chorus]
He really loves you
And God knows it’s true
And it’s something he’d say
And he’d tell you each day
It was the way that He knew
But to some of us guys, you don’t realize
How to say it is just not what we do
And it’s so hard to see, but take it from me
He really loves you

I come home tonight like everything is alright
But nothing’s changed, but it’s simply not true
Been there today, and you’d see the way
He really loves you

A Tribe Called Quest – The Killing Season Lyrics

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Winter in America, never knew white Christmas
‘Cause elves said the squares is always making my shit list
Spring is in the air and all the flowers in bloom
The powers that be wanna devour the movement
Tears disappear when they fall in the summer rain
Bleedin’ through this mic, but they call it entertainment
Running across stages is a drug
It’s like a blunt that we crumple 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 millimetres
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 at Denny’s
So 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
Over dro they getting injections made of silicone
I swear it’s the killing season
‘Cause killin’ is still in season yea

[Verse 3: Jairobi]
Louder than a three pound, voices screaming at ya boo
It must be killing season, on the menu, strange fruit
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, been dormant for the moment
Marks and scars, we own it, only makes for tougher skin
Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within
Been on the wrong team so much, can’t recognise a win
Seems like my only crime is having melanin
Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for
Causes meant 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 them sadly
Black soul old enough, inner city holdin’ up
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 – Solid Wall of Sound Lyrics

[Chorus: Elton John, A Tribe Called Quest]
Gonna hear electric music (What you gon’ hear?)
Gonna hear electric music (What you gon’ hear?)
Gonna hear electric music, 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 (Pushing breaking ground, pushing 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)

[Phife]
Yo, ay piece of Q, massive man crew
Bars to any beat, we beat the beat for true
Massive MC’s, dem smell the pussy stew
Don’t let your mother, my yout

[Q-Tip]
I shoulda spoke up when I’m in the mode of
Leave that to me, el-Hajj Malik
The man with a plan who went for it all
Like Marauders on a mission when we killin’ dancehalls

[Phife]
Hmm, sucka boi, Trini man
Ride out when wicked in mi hand
Left all of mi fan, one, two, three dem all of di gang

[Busta Rhymes]
Ova couple pound a weed, and a cup of donovan
Hmm, bruk pocket, find another plan

[Busta Rhymes, Q-Tip & Phife]
Yeah, cyan dun, push up on a man
And big up the sound man
Itty bitty DJ walk

[Busta Rhymes & Phife]
Ayo most of them ah talk
They don’t want no prob, they don’t want no etch a outline
Inna bloodclaat chalk

[Q-Tip]
Early in the night when you bring out the music
With the pipers and the band kill a sound man music
Live and direct when it all goes down

[Busta Rhymes]
Like an idiot bwoy yuh nuh wanna fuck round

[Phife]
Big tune make the world go round

[Busta Rhymes]
Make way fi di soundboy crowd

[Phife]
Dem fi know we di wickedest sound

[Busta Rhymes]
So now your face make a soundboy frown

[Bridge: Elton John]
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
Solid wall of sound

[Outro]
Sound checking, I know your ass is shaking the room
In just a few hours you’re gonna feel the burn
All of the goons are checking my guns at the door
The solid wall of sound is here on tour
It’s gonna get loud
So no phones aloud
It’s gonna get loud
So no phones aloud

A Tribe Called Quest – Conrad Tokyo Lyrics

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Just young national
Dog is on sabbatical
[?] watching [?]
Fall attention, fallin’ in
CNN and all this shit
Why y’all cool with the fuckery
Trump and SNL hilarity
Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy
Blood clout, you doing
Bullshit you spewing
As if this country ain’t already ruined
And look at these he’s mumbling, fumbling, swearing
They degrade us
Online they debate us, if we different, then we’re haters
We ended our hiatus as 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, a Revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams
And manifest all this sanity
Look around, sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground

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

[Outro: A Tribe Called Quest]
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio

A Tribe Called Quest – Enough!! Lyrics

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Is this enough?
Is this enough?
Is this enough?
Is this enough?

[Verse 1: Jarobi]
Yo, I’m savant with the game
Go on, 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
Has me standing down to the follicle
‘Bout half of this bottle full of reasons for us to ball
Calming violations and travel vacations, ma
Place on your fancy bra, go take them vestments off
Skin and my lips involved with licking a place that’s on
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 some nigga jargon, girl, you’re making me harden
To the stone and granite statue, I’m prone to get at you
It’s hard to break your defense, I guess I have to leap fence
And 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, searches in 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 fring it
Acknowledge that I got it and you love it when I bring it
Dirty talk loud but they saying, “Fuck this shit”
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?
Is this enough?

A Tribe Called Quest – The Space Program Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip & Jarobi]
(I’mma deal with a bigger insult, man
The heat, the heat, the heat, the heat…
It’s comin’ down hard
We’ve got to get our shit together)
It’s time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s get it together, come on, let’s make it
Gotta make it to make it to make it to make it
To make something happen, to make something happen
To make something happen, let’s make something happen

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Word to Phife, we’re gonna bring it to the overlord
Drinkin’ Sisqo chilling with the gold microphone cords
And we grip our balls every time we stuntin’ on tour
‘Cause we never bored, respond until the ready crowds roar
And promoters try to hit us with the art of war
We about our business, we not quitters, not bullshitters, we deliver
We go-getters, don’t be bitter ’cause we not just niggas

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Jarobi might fire off into different cloth
Ain’t nothing forbidden [?] is hittin’ off
Hardest spitting, this sit-in will make you kitten-soft
Confused and amazed [?] ya brain, lost our planet for our future people
None of our people involved
Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off
Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly turn to Molotov
Molotov the spaceship though before that bitch is taking off
It always seems the poorest persons are people forsaken, dawg
No Washingtons, Jeffersons, Jacksons on the captain’s log
They’d rather lead us to the grave, water poisoned, deadly smog
Mass un-blackening, it’s happening, you feel it y’all?
They’d rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
We’re taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing
What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Reputation ain’t glowing, reparations ain’t flowing
If you find yourself stuck in the quick, you better start rowing
Used to see the TV screen as the place I’d land my dream
And the car stereo where they would promote the show
Optimistic flow, brother really know

[Hook]
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here nigga
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck

[Verse 4: Q-Tip]
Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day
All these happenings is circular, just happen different ways
And the present is refined, in her wings she’s confined
With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine
Caroline ain’t nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs
To the top of the State building claiming that the flag is mine
Now, people on top of people, feels like we can’t breathe
Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we should lead
Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face
These notions and ideas and citizens live in this age
I chuckle just like all of y’all, absurdity, after all
Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall
Imagine for a second all the people are colored, please
Imagine for a second all the people in poverty
No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone
Think the ones who got it would even think to throw you a bone?
Move you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Not safer, probly no place to
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude
Imagine if this shit was really talkin’ about space, dude

[Verse 5: Phife Dawg]
Tryna go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen
Let’s make somethin’ happen, let’s make somethin’ happen

[Outro]
The danger must be growing, for the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing!
We’re there
Where?
Here
A small step for mankind
But a giant step for us
Oompa, loompa, doopa dee doo
I’ve got another puzzle for you

A Tribe Called Quest – Movin Backwards Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarobi]
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
Affixed to the earth like my feet that got kicks on
Moving backwards never, that was never the plan
Pushing shit along, weren’t the stillest in the quick sand
Asphalt jumpin’, lyrical concrete
My Jetta might 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 ain’t made for reversing
Trudging through these motherfuckers first album footprint
Never ever ghostwritten, your 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
Amateurs are 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

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
I spun around without a care, when I stopped, I felt lost
I’m two heels from the top tier, I really want to be boss
I figured out, I figured it out somewhere
Maybe the answer’s not up there
Maybe it’s on the ground somewhere
When I stopped, I felt lost
Do you ever feel lost?

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
They wanna see my downfall
Turn a good day into a downpour
Thorns in the crown and the cross I bear
Why they wanna see me hangin’ like a towel somewhere
One eye, two meals, three tears, a heart still
How I’m feelin’ in my mind right here
I think I’m moving but I’m going nowhere, nowhere
Better not feel lost
How I’m supposed to know how home feels, I ain’t even on my home field
Better not feel lost
It’s not a cruise that brought us here
I’m gone for long
And I refuse to be stuck right here
I’m going to it backwards, and oh
Can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me direction?
I don’t want to move backwards, no
Can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me direction?
I don’t want to move backwards
Can’t go backwards
I don’t want to move backwards

[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 faded, walking home, I was faded
Cocos races on my wrist like he was clapping his hands
How demeaning y’all, who could be blind to racism
[?] girl wrote to me for the brotherly baptism
Instead of slaps give ’em, 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
Ayy, it’s mind scape, filled with fucking malaise
I got direction without using Waze
Submitting myself to praying these days
We walking backwards, it’s only for stage

[Verse 4: Anderson .Paak]
Feds coming out, with riot gear
And everybody’s hands in the air
Four-fives get your ass ’round somewhere
Come between and jump in the spare
Say it loud, with a different ring 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 directions)
I don’t want to move backwards, and oh!
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
Feel 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
Still I, 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 thru

[Outro]
Hahaha
(Look at this motherfucker)

A Tribe Called Quest – Whateva Will Be Lyrics

[Intro]
Girl, this motherfucker’s got rhythm

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
So 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
Versus gettin’ that degree at Stanford or Harvard
And by my work ethic, the way I speak
Yo, should it be mentally weak versus bein’ Malik
Yo, should I be trapped in the trap? Would you prefer that?
Fourth grade mean 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]
Melanin is shrouded in complexity
Brain charge shocking like ‘lectricity
Mouth translate happens organically
The media relates to what it thinks it sees
Judging steps in shoes from a path they never walked
Shot down in a blaze over phrases, how they talk
Dark skin, walk with a bop, a trade feelin’
I’m chillin’, feelin’ down at a DNA crime buildin’
Supplement the youth, hypersexualizing women
They ain’t got the strong enough hold, so they built a prison
Pumping false religion to all of these niggas’ systems
Every voice devoid of the truth
Come on, listen

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Look at this, 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 killas 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 for learning is feed for everyone
And from that lie, your leaders will rise in the eyes
Of despair and adversity in some universal sense will be true

[Bridge: 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 fate, 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 hearin’ ya

Nickelback – Dirty Laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something, something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry
Well, I could’ve been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good; I don’t have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around

We got the bubble-headed bleached-blonde
Comes on at five
She can tell you ’bout the plane crash
With a gleam in her eye
It’s interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
And all the boys in the newsroom
Got a running bet
Get the widow on the set
We need dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around

Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pies
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it’s said and done, we haven’t told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around

A Tribe Called Quest – The Donald lyrics

Phife Dawg, whatagwan with the crew?
Nuff ting, that’s why me had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
The north said 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, whatagwan with the crew?
Nuff ting, that’s why me had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Them north said respect Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you honor wha nem choose
Give me that [?]
Phife Dawg, I know you don’t wanna choose
Give me a zugu zugu and do exactly what you do
Tribe Called Quest, you see them back with one another
Ayo, Busta Bust, them not want no problem, brother

Phife Dawg legend, you can 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 thugs already par
No subliminals with me, you know who the fuck you are
Who wanna spar? ha ha, well, here I are
Unorthodox spitter orbing on the southpaw
No doubt, I’mma set it, dudes best be ready
Off top on the spot, no reading from your Blackberry
Leave the iPhones home, skill sets must be shown
I’mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone
I got its own, eights fit to all clones
Untouchable in my zone, watch the tone, leave em alone
Fuck your ass-cheek flows with bars sweeter than scones
Put down microphone

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, 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, wire up the computers like your kids
We gon’ celebreate ’em, elevate ’em, father had to levitate ’em
Give ’em reason, don’t debate ’em, top to bottom, the way to raid ’em

Don Juice, Don Juice, Don Juice
Phife Dawg whatagwan 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 and another
Phife Dawg, them not want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother (Don Juice)
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Phife Dawg, Don Juice
Phife Dawg whatagwan 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 and another
Phife Dawg, them not want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother (Don Juice)
Phife Dawg whatagwan 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 and another
Phife Dawg, them not want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother (Don Juice)
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Phife Dawg

K’naan – We Get The Job Done lyrics

I got one job, two jobs, three when I need them
I got five roommates in this one studio but I never really see them
And we all came America trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom
But now lady liberty is acting like Hillary Banks with a pre-nup
Man I was brave sailing on graves
Don’t think I didn’t notice those tombstones disguised as waves
I’m no dummy, here is something funny you can be an immigrant without risking your lives
Or crossing these boarders with thrifty supplies
All you got to do is see the world with new eyes

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

It’s a hard line when you’re an import
Baby boy it’s hard times
When you ain’t sent for
Racist feed the belly of the beast
With they pitchforks, rich chores
Done by the people that get ignored

Ya se armó
Ya se despertaron
It’s a whole awakening
La alarma ya sonó hace rato
Los que quieren buscan
Pero nos apodan como vagos
We are the same ones
Hustling on every level
Ten los datos
Walk a mile in our shoes
Abrochenze los zapatos

Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Not yet

It’s Americas ghost writers the credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
It’s Americas ghost writers a credit is only borrowed
Immigrants
We get the job done

Ay yo aye immigrants we don’t like that
Na they don’t play British empire strikes back
They beating us like 808’s and high hats
At our own game of invasion, but this ain’t Iraq
Who these fugees what did they do for me
But contribute new dreams
Taxes and tools swagger and food to eat
Cool, they flee war zones, but the problem ain’t ours
Even if our bombs landed on them like the Mayflower
Buckingham Palace or Capitol Hill
Blood of my ancestors had that all built
It’s the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill –
But still we just say “look how far I come”
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
To a galaxy far from their ignorance
Cos – immigrants, we get the job done

Por tierra o por agua
Identidad falsa
Brincamos muros o flotamos en balsas
La peleamos como Sandino en Nicaragua
Somos como las plantas que crecen sin agua
Sin pasaporte americano
Porque La mitad de gringolandia Es terreno mexicano
Hay que ser bien hijo e puta
Nosotros Les Sembramos el árbol y ellos se comen la fruta
Somos los que cruzaron
Aquí vinimos a buscar el oro que nos robaron
Tenemos mas trucos que la policía secreta
Metimos la casa completa en una maleta
Con un pico, una pala
Y un rastrillo
Te construimos un castillo
Como es que dice el coro cabrón?

[Chorus]
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done

Not yet

The Game – My Flag / Da Homies

[Hook Game :]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Verse 1: Game]
I Know your baby never hurt nobody, but he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
OG Blood, everybody know me but I came in with the little homies

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That nigga duke just moved a house in yayo
And you know i keep gunners on the payroll, i even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You Fuck around and catch 20 out this range fo
Mane that beef shit what a nigga made for, i open fire on her open mouth case closed
Came in this bitch with chuck taylors screaming fuck haters
Bad bitch ima fuck later tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave what I’m drinking got me thinking
Nigga Maybe I should iron out my –

[Hook: Game]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Verse 3: Jay 305]
Is anybody killing us, that’s for anybody nigga
Mainline, waistside, westside nigga
Fuck beasts, this for Crenshaw kings
Suckin’ out niggas, fuck is ya’ll mean?
Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama
When it’s song to song, pop it like a bottle of patron
Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay to your fifth
No gimmicks, God damn

[Verse 4: Mitchy Slick]
I won’t stop being a blood to gangland
To my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, “Slick, why we ain’t see you on TV or nothin’?”
Shit, I’m still tryin’ get off the gang injunction
Cause when it come to this been, I’m a monster to your leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on just me
Call it “The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper”
They did it for the grams, moves and the hush
Gah damn

[Hook: Game]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?

[Verse 5: Joe Moses]
I put the woop in the woop like my DLB’s
All I know is VNG’s and FTB’s
I ran phase back to back, that’s on STB
And if you claimin’ you a blood, since you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said “It better be empty”
I was eleven years old with a motha’fuckin’ fifty
I got love for certain niggas, I’ve been doing this since Nehi
And you ain’t a real blood if you didn’t bang at the beehive

[Verse 6: AD]
Westside [?], back in the straight track
Mister LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I’m just tryin’ bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain’t even did a Dre track
Nigga this is Anthony, middle name [?]
So east coast niggas be like “Cuh, you crackin’.”
Niggas ain’t goin’ hard, as you should stop rappin’
I’ma be the street rider till the casket

[Hook: Game]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
Maybe I should put another crease in it
Maybe I should iron out my flag
If you gang banging who you beefing with?

Part II: Da Homies

[Intro : The Game & RJ]
The Game – What’s that shit we was doing the other day blood to that uh, to that Mustard beat when the homie was beating on his chest and shit?
RJ – Oh you talkin’ bout that uh, that uh
The homies in the cut that’s on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street (Mumbling)
The Game – Ay the blood, ay take blood drink. Give me that mutha’fuckin’ weed blood. Ay duke, do that shit blood

[Hook : RJ]
The homies in the cut that’s on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that’s on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of yack

[Interlude]
Ay nigga, lemme hit the Wraith
Where the fuck you get this bud from homie?
Ay, we about to run outta gas my nigga

[Hook : RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]
The homies in the cut that’s on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that’s on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of yack

[Verse 1?]
Im a real Compton creeper, help you niggas get the message
Leave them 16’s open, i’ll make them look battle records
Chuck Told me “I’m Good”, now I’m headed down to the seaters
After that, Straight to the hood where them tanners holding theme heaters
Look, sagging down the a line, War fuck it no play time
Hit my First tour i was still chucking up gang signs
Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9
Lot of rappers’s calling out names, Nigga don’t say mine

[Verse 2?]
The homies in the cut that’s on E, some niggas bang the [?]
Some niggas bang in the P, I’m really in the streets
You other niggas is weak, On my mama and the hood Fuck around and Ya ass in peace
[?] When the homies in the cut that’s on E

[Hook : RJ & Ty Dolla $ign]
The homies in the cut that’s on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the cut that’s on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of yack

[Outro Skit:]

A Tribe Called Quest – Mobius

[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 when 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
Ooo, 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 swag, he could have 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 Aunt B
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin’ Dub C and run with MAC 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error 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 sound
Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon’ drown
Rip shit….oh, 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 the dip
With your 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
Damn, nigga, if you open you 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 Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, where niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Phonetic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
Mention no animals, roamin’ like a czar
Every time I blah for the record, the shit splatter
The whole data, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up
When I pull up too niggas even your momma goin’ scatter

A Tribe Called Quest – Black Spasmodic

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yo, y’all ready?
Yo, Phife, you ready?
Cons, you got that part right?
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 cause

[Hook: Consequence]
(Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre
(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 calibre
(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?
The 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 turban
Fuck boys, sit down, shit can only get worsen
How do you touch mic with flows uncertain?
Speak game tribal, that flow ain’t workin’
Folks doin’ items, dem vex and cursin’
Fuck made me wanna see these niggas in person
Third song in, muthafuckas dispersin’
Only to realize Gana loose in the buildin’
Big tune this for man, woman and children
Back on my bullshit, Busta bust then we kill them

[Hook: Consequence]
(Black) They don’t make thugs of this calibre
(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’s spirit be talkin’ to me, let me explain
Not through evil mediums, tarot cards or 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 them 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 calibre
(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

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Winter in America, never knew white Christmas
‘Cause elves said the squares is always making my shit list
Spring is in the air and all the flowers in bloom
The powers that be wanna devour the movement
Tears disappear when they fall in the summer rain
Bleedin’ through this mic, but they call it entertainment
Running across stages is a drug
It’s like a blunt that we crumple 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 millimetres
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 at Denny’s
So 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
Over dro they getting injections made of silicone
I swear it’s the killing season
‘Cause killin’ is still in season yea

[Verse 3: Jairobi]
Louder than a three pound, voices screaming at ya boo
It must be killing season, on the menu, strange fruit
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, been dormant for the moment
Marks and scars, we own it, only makes for tougher skin
Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within
Been on the wrong team so much, can’t recognise a win
Seems like my only crime is having melanin
Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for
Causes meant 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 them sadly
Black soul old enough, inner city holdin’ up
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

[Intro]
Yea, Phife
For your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
Watch that shallow shallow man walk
Trinidadian love sprout into 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, the silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
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 mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
Made race face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out
Damn

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you
(Bow wow, woof woof)
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know [?]
Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never 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
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying

[Break]

[Guitar solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Movin Backwards

[Verse 1: Jarobi]
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
Affixed to the earth like my feet that got kicks on
Moving backwards never, that was never the plan
Pushing shit along, weren’t the stillest in the quick sand
Asphalt jumpin’, lyrical concrete
My Jetta might 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 ain’t made for reversing
Trudging through these motherfuckers first album footprint
Never ever ghostwritten, your 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
Amateurs are 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

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
I spun around without a care, when I stopped, I felt lost
I’m two heels from the top tier, I really want to be boss
I figured out, I figured it out somewhere
Maybe the answer’s not up there
Maybe it’s on the ground somewhere
When I stopped, I felt lost
Do you ever feel lost?

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
They wanna see my downfall
Turn a good day into a downpour
Thorns in the crown and the cross I bear
Why they wanna see me hangin’ like a towel somewhere
One eye, two meals, three tears, a heart still
How I’m feelin’ in my mind right here
I think I’m moving but I’m going nowhere, nowhere
Better not feel lost
How I’m supposed to know how home feels, I ain’t even on my home field
Better not feel lost
It’s not a cruise that brought us here
I’m gone for long
And I refuse to be stuck right here
I’m going to it backwards, and oh
Can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me direction?
I don’t want to move backwards, no
Can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me direction?
I don’t want to move backwards
Can’t go backwards
I don’t want to move backwards

[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 faded, walking home, I was faded
Cocos races on my wrist like he was clapping his hands
How demeaning y’all, who could be blind to racism
[?] girl wrote to me for the brotherly baptism
Instead of slaps give ’em, 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
Ayy, it’s mind scape, filled with fucking malaise
I got direction without using Waze
Submitting myself to praying these days
We walking backwards, it’s only for stage

[Verse 4: Anderson .Paak]
Feds coming out, with riot gear
And everybody’s hands in the air
Four-fives get your ass ’round somewhere
Come between and jump in the spare
Say it loud, with a different ring 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 directions)
I don’t want to move backwards, and oh!
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
Feel 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
Still I, 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 thru

[Outro]
Hahaha
(Look at this motherfucker)

A Tribe Called Quest – Conrad Tokyo

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Just young national
Dog is on sabbatical
[?] watching [?]
Fall attention, fallin’ in
CNN and all this shit
Why y’all cool with the fuckery
Trump and SNL hilarity
Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy
Blood clout, you doing
Bullshit you spewing
As if this country ain’t already ruined
And look at these he’s mumbling, fumbling, swearing
They degrade us
Online they debate us, if we different, then we’re haters
We ended our hiatus as 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, a Revelation
Reverends and cattles racing
Devils and demons and Deuteronomy
Fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams
And manifest all this sanity
Look around, sayonara tomorrow, he’s just blood on the ground

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

[Outro: A Tribe Called Quest]
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio
Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio

A Tribe Called Quest – Ego

[Chorus: Q-Tip]
Ego, ego
Skip it, trippin in my mind
Ego, ego
Skip it, trippin in my mind
Ego, ego
Trippy, trippy, trippy, trippy, trippy
Ego
Ego

[Intro: Q-Tip]
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 might 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
That has the kinda clientele where niggas trickle very well
You beg her and you plead her and you tuck away your ego
She knows you need the dicking and she knows you need the 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, the 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
That has you think your deceptive ways of being untruest
Had the prettiest brown eyes but you change them shits to bluest
It’s the ego

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

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
A celebrated genius, my dick game’s 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 is racist are 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 ya dictionary’s word from vibrant to vivrant
Fool the thirsty people, selling tap water in bottles
Fooled a girl with NYU scholarship, 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
Spit the truth right in my mind
Ego, ego
Spit the truth right in my mind
Ego, ego
[?]
Ego, ego
Spit the truth right in my mind
Ego, ego
Spit the truth right in my mind
Ego, ego
Spit the truth right in my mind
Ego, ego
Spit the truth right in my mind
Ego, ego
Spit the truth right in my mind

A Tribe Called Quest – The Donald

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Phife Dawg, whatagwan with the crew?
Nuff ting, that’s why me had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
The north said 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, whatagwan with the crew?
Nuff ting, that’s why me had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Them north said respect Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you honor wha nem choose
Give me that [?]
Phife Dawg, I know you don’t wanna choose
Give me a zugu zugu and do exactly what you do
Tribe Called Quest, you see them back with one another
Ayo, Busta Bust, them not want no problem, brother

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
Phife Dawg legend, you can 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 thugs already par
No subliminals with me, you know who the fuck you are
Who wanna spar? ha ha, well, here I are
Unorthodox spitter orbing on the southpaw
No doubt, I’mma set it, dudes best be ready
Off top on the spot, no reading from your Blackberry
Leave the iPhones home, skill sets must be shown
I’mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone
I got its own, eights fit to all clones
Untouchable in my zone, watch the tone, leave em 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, make them scream 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, wire up the computers like your kids
We gon’ celebreate ’em, elevate ’em, father had to levitate ’em
Give ’em reason, don’t debate ’em, top to bottom, the way to raid ’em

[Interlude]

[Outro]
Don Juice, Don Juice, Don Juice
Phife Dawg whatagwan 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 and another
Phife Dawg, them not want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother (Don Juice)
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Phife Dawg, Don Juice
Phife Dawg whatagwan 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 and another
Phife Dawg, them not want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother (Don Juice)
Phife Dawg whatagwan 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 and another
Phife Dawg, them not want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother (Don Juice)
Step back, them don’t want no problem, brother
Phife Dawg

Bibi Bourelly – Untitled

Oh no, I…

Fuck everybody else
I put you above myself
Ain’t a single thing that I won’t do
I’d jump in front of moving cars
I’d let you tear my heart apart
I’d jump off a shooting star
For you

Liquor, rum and Jack on deck
You don’t even try to flex
You ain’t got a single thing to prove
You’re mine…you’re mine…
He, he

The lights are dim
The sun is down
Love you more when no one’s around
You mean so much to me

And when the world is at our feet
You’re the only thing I need, ah
I can’t breathe…
You’re mine, you’re mine…
Cool
Yeah, yeah
Oh no…
I’d…

DMC – Nu iubim la fel feat. Kristina

Noi nu, noi nu iubim la fel
Inima mi spune asa
Decat c-un suflet rece,
Mai bine cu-altcineva
Noi nu iubim la fel
Imi tot spune inima
Decat s-avem regrete,
Mai bine cu-altcineva

Dragostea e un joc, tu poti sa risti sa pierzi tot
Sunt inconjurat de suferinta, simt cum ma sufoc
Si can mu maiputeam tot te voiam pe veci a mea
Credeam ca stiu cine esti, dar nu a fost deloc asa
M-am lasat purtat de valul dragostei ca mai apoi
Sa aflu ca din noi doi tot ce-a ramas e doar razboi
Stii si tu ca e-n zadar daca-ncercam sa reparam
Ce nu va merge iar
Sunt constient de amalgam, te urasc, te iubesc, te urasc, te iubesc in zadar
Ca nici destinul nu ne-a vrut impreuna
Viata joaca cartile, mie imi miroase a furtuna
Te am, mi-ai intrat adanc in sufletul meu
Singurul antidote pentru rana e zambetul tau
Singurul motiv de fericire sunt doar ochii tai
Acum inspire doar durere ca tu n-ai vrut sa fim noi
Zic ca trec peste tot, ca sunt puternic, ca pot
Ca poate asta-i destinul, ca poate o sa te-ntorci
Poate, ca acum doare ca-s calcat in picioare
De tot ce am iubit in viata si tot ce ma facea mai tare

Noi nu, noi nu iubim la fel
Inima mi spune asa
Decat c-un suflet rece,
Mai bine cu-altcineva
Noi nu iubim la fel
Imi tot spune inima
Decat s-avem regrete,
Mai bine cu-altcineva

Nu iubim, nu iubim la fel
Nu iubim, nu iubim la fel
Nu iubim, nu iubim la fel
Nu iubim, nu iubim la fel

Stii, poate ca inima simtea ca ceva nu e okay
Si te gandesti la cineva
Dar acum inteleg semnele pe care le dai
Si timpul neacordat, si zambetul ce il ai
Am vrut sa cred ca ce-i intre noi e pe bune
Ca va fi de durata, ca vei purta al meu nume
Dar nu a fost asa, tu voiai altceva
Tu ma vrei altcineva, dare u nu ma pot schimba
Eu nu pricep cum din iubire e ura,
Nu pricep cate tampenii mai poti scoate pe gura
Si nu-nteleg ce bariera poate fi intre noi
Ce ziduri tre’ sa dobor sa fim din nou amandoi
Dar fiecare om isi are rolul lui in viata
Rolul tau in viata mea a fost de-a-mi face viata grea
Tu vedeai trecator, eu vedeam de durata
Eu te voiam aproape, tu ma tineai la distanta
Zic ca trec peste tot, ca sunt puternic, ca pot
Ca poate asta-i destinul, ca poate o sa te-ntorci
Poate, ca acum doare ca-s calcat in picioare
De tot ce am iubit in viata si tot ce ma facea mai tare

N-am de ce sa stau in doi
Cand sunt doar lacrimi, sunt doar lacrimi intre noi
Ai pierdut dragostea mea
Ratacind prin foi ai ars ceva candva

Noi nu, noi nu iubim la fel
Inima mi spune asa
Decat c-un suflet rece,
Mai bine cu-altcineva
Noi nu iubim la fel
Imi tot spune inima
Decat s-avem regrete,
Mai bine cu-altcineva

Nu iubim, nu iubim la fel
Nu iubim, nu iubim la fel
Nu iubim, nu iubim la fel
Nu iubim, nu iubim la fel

Morandi – Keep You Safe

In this sound, you will never be afraid
In this town, I will always keep you safe
You know, you will never be alone
No more

La-la-la-la-la
I’m gonna keep you safe
La-la-la-la-la
I’m gonna keep you safe

[Teaser]

Belly – Die Alone

[Intro]
Good Evening, it would be uncivilized to bring you this presentation without fair warning
You are about to discover the world of horror
Look no further than one’s own mind
To find the very place where demons, even monsters hide
If you wish to vacate the premises please do so now
Well then, you’ve been warned

[Chorus]
I don’t have the heart to hurt you
I don’t have a heart at all
Don’t you let your feelings steer you
Steer you straight into the wall
If you’re still here by tomorrow
I’ll forget about your past
She said hold me like the first day
I said fuck me like the last
Cause you know I’m gon’

[Hook]
Die alone, die, die alone
(Possibly)
Die alone, die, die alone
(Probably)
Die alone, die, die alone
(Possibly)
Die alone, die, die alone

[Verse 1]
I stayed away for days and months
Till the pain was numb
You see, I became the one I had to save you from
Everybody wanna tell you what you can’t become
But wait, even the Devil was an angel once
I ain’t the one, del toro with a loaded gun
Fear of unloading in the Vegas sun, like it’s ’71
You said I’m better when I’m sober but that’s when we conflicted
I was never sober around you, couldn’t see the difference
I told her maybe I’m just mad at myself
I think thats why I love everything that’s bad for my health
Why am I dying to see Heaven when I was happy with Hell
Somebody take this pack of shells and put em’ back on the shelf (I mean)
Insomnia turn me into a zombie
I’m coming for all the moment they rob me of
Now it’s obvious, since you made it a hobby of watching us
I be popping up, and coping all my ops binoculars like its the opera ugh!

[Chorus]
I don’t have the heart to hurt you
I don’t have a heart at all
Don’t you let your feelings steer you
Steer you straight into the wall
Cause you know I’m gon’

[Hook]
Die alone, die, die alone
(Possibly)
Die alone, die, die alone
(Probably)
Die alone, die, die alone
(Possibly)
Die alone, die, die alone

Belly – Trap Phone

[Verse 1: Belly]
Used to sell me dreams ’bout a milligram
Chasin’ highs whenever feel again
I told her bring it back and make it real again
I told her bring it back and make it real again
Still got your number in my trap phone
I hit the push and get the same high
I know you home girl waitin’ for you back home
I pull up and fuck you at the same time
I won’t ever hit you from the main line
Got some nerve blowin’ up my land line
Bitch you must be out your damn mind
Bitch you must be out your damn mind
Locked inside the room just the two of us
What made us love each other is what ruined us
I almost overdosed in the hills again
Tell her bring it back and make it real again
I only hit you from the trap phone
Come pull up and get your back blown
Close the door and put the latch on
Won’t save her but she hit me on the bat phone
Bitch you got me poppin’ pills again
Hittin’ Vegas with a mil to spend
You got the wave baby I just want to swim again
Ooh, bring it back and make it real again
Phone blingin’ my phone blingin’
Phone blingin’ my phone blingin’
I could sell this loud for like a quarter million
I could sell this loud for like a quarter million

[Break: Belly & Jadakiss]
Trap phone
Trap phone
Trap phone

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Know we got whatever what you tryna spend God
I don’t pay the bill I just change the sim card
They tomorrow ain’t promised so I’mma live it up
If I don’t got your number saved I don’t give a fuck
I’m in the sky gettin’ high my crew is the hardest
A hundred K every day as soon as I charge it
And I pray that them people don’t people properly get me
If get bagged I’m keepin’ it on my property with me
Whole lotta bad bitches that’s plottin’ to hit me
I can’t wear your shoes dawg they not gonna fit me
The heart of the city yea I’m the backbone
And I’m ready to die over my trap phone

[Verse 3: Belly]
I only hit you from the trap phone
Come pull up and get your back blown
Close the door and put the latch on
Won’t save her but she hit me on the bat phone
I’m too numb to ever feel again
Trying to find out where the feeling went
Told her bring it back and make it real again
Told her bring it back and make it real again
Used to sell me dreams ’bout a milligram
Chasin’ highs whenever feel again
Told her bring it back and make it real again
Told her bring it back and make it real again
I only hit you from the trap phone
Come pull up and get your back blown
Close the door and put the latch on
Won’t save her but she hit me on the bat phone
Phone blingin’ my phone blingin’
Phone blingin’ my phone blingin’
I could sell this loud for like a quarter million
I could sell this loud for like a quarter million

[Outro: Belly]
Trap phone, trap phone
Trap phone, trap phone
Trap phone
Bitch you trying fuck stop tryna act grow

Belly – Frozen Water

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Girl I get back in that Lamb
Yellow diamonds like a cab
These nigga’s nothin’ but some crabs
I been duckin’ from the pap
Get some head on the Snap
Bought the Lamb just to trap
The main bitch kidnap
Five milli on my neck, I’m good, yeah
Drinkin’ Codeine like it’s Robitussin
Water on me like a water challenge
Drippin’, drippin’ I got frozen diamonds
I’mma never need a co-signer

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Belly]
She mix the lies with the truth, I mix the batch with the juice
I’m tellin’ Hennessy lies, I’m tellin’ Actavis truths
I thin I’m relapsin’ and shit, I just fell asleep in the shower
I’m feelin’ weak, need some power
The plug gon’ be back in an hour
She found a bag full of powder, “Oh no baby, that ain’t flour”
Told her jump up on the table, make that pussy get devoured

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Outro: Future]
All my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
All my diamonds flooded like its from New Orleans, yeah, yeah
First you take the Codeine, mix it in some Sprite
When that drink turn pink, that’s what I like
We gon’ kill these pussy niggas on sight
We gon’ fuck you main bitch on sight
We ’bout to pop a hundred bottles like it’s water
You want that good batch, meet me at the border
You want that good batch, meet me at the border, border, border….

Belly – Re Up

[Hook: Belly]
You must have heard about the re-up
Call me real, ain’t you know I be up?
That’s the only time you ever free up
I’m not tryna fuck the energy up
She said, baby, please don’t get the wrong idea
Roll the tree and fuck this Hennessey up
I come down and start to get ideas
All my demons keep on waking me up

[Verse 1: NAV]
Born alone, die alone
I let the drugs take my soul
First time I bought some weed I was sold
If I get 40.000 for a show I’m scared I spend 20.000 on dope
Either RAF or Ricky on my toes
In high school I never made the honor roll
Poppin’ mollies, I’ve been on a roll
Hope the highway doesn’t take a toll
Smokin’ blunts, burnin’ sheet in the Rolls
No, I’m not the same NAV from before
I don’t know who I am anymore
Woke up somewhere I ain’t been before
Half a pill ain’t enough anymore
They rappin’ about drugs they never did before
What’s fake and what’s real? I don’t know anymore
Takin’ 4 bars, I should really split ’em
Fell on my face, had to really quit ’em
My broski up north whippin’ in the kitchen
My uncle just lost his kidney
That won’t stop me from poppin’ and sippin’
You can tell that I’m down from a distance
Poppin’ prescriptions without a prescription
Tell Santa, all I want is molly for Christmas

[Hook: Belly]
Re-up
Call me real, ain’t you know I be up?
That’s the only time you ever free up
I’m not tryna fuck the energy up
She said, baby, please don’t get the wrong idea
Roll the tree and fuck this Hennessey up
I come down and start to get ideas
All my demons keep on waking me up

[Verse 2: Belly]
Got a hell of a habit, take another tablet out the cabinet
It’s a heaven for a savage, it’s a heaven for a savage
I’m poppin’ pills like an addict
The trap – how I learned mathematics
It’s a heaven for a savage, it’s a heaven for a savage
Bags under my eyes cause I go hard
Probably cost more than the Goyard
Probably why I got a cold heart
Probably why I got to shine cause my life has been so dark, man
Pull up, bring your friend – that’s a trio
Show up on the nines like my PO
You know the deal, the price made her bend over backwards like Neo
I’m crazy but maybe I’m torn aside
I’m talkin’ ’bout drugs like I glorify it
The truth is that I’m fuckin’ horrified
I only slept twice in like 40 nights
Man, I’m on the back, she on the poltergeist
Man, I should just takin’ my own advice
This nine a day love is just overpriced, man

[Hook: Belly]
You must have heard about the re-up
Call me real, ain’t you know I be up?
That’s the only time you ever free up
I’m not tryna fuck the energy up
She said, baby, please don’t get the wrong idea
Roll the tree and fuck this Hennessey up
I come down and start to get ideas
All my demons keep on waking me up