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Nick Grant – Get Up / The Sing Along (feat. Ricco Barrino & Watchtheduck)

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Uh, yeah, shaking what your momma gave ya
You got the ackrite, I should nominate ya
You know you a star, keep it shining baby
Girl I put the house on you and accommodation
Tell ’em I’m a dance machine
I only pay attention, you should dance for free
I can show you things that you can’t believe
We should play together, come and join a band with me
Hot damn, goin’ Tina Turner on ’em
Got the place lit, you the furnace on ’em
Girl you drive me crazy, keep it swerving on ’em
Blood on the dance floor, need an organ donor
Put your left foot in, take your right foot out
Money maker, money maker, what it’s all about
If you giving me the number should I call you now?
Fly brother but I need the gravity cause I come to get down

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Yeah shake it like Beyonce
Girl you know you thinkin’ it’s a pound cake
Love it when you move, move it all around bae
Up and down, up and down like a sound wave
Uh, preach, church on the move
Two step until your feet hurt in them shoes
Dance away the pain, they ain’t hurtin’ your groove
He a baller but he ain’t James Worthy of you
I ain’t judgin’ baby, you know I’ma love you
Daddy say you good for me and my momma love you
Yeah they hatin’ on you, that’s so common of ’em
Make you hide for me, fresh up out the oven
But uh you turn me to a newer me
I know you wish you had two of me
Lowkey baby you a beast
Whoopty-whoop, super freak

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

[Verse 3: Nick Grant]
Uh either love ’em or leave ’em
Let loose? I don’t think I believe ya
Make it hot, you got me runnin’ a fever
Kick game like I’m a product of FIFA
Play on playa
Spray on cologne baby I’m all the way up
Girl you got that good lovin’, it’s hard to break up
But you want me cause I’m all in your car, we lay up
I’m on my way up to get down

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

[Hook: Watch The Duck]
I come to get down
Everybody get up
Don’t fight the vibe ’til it hits you
Unity get you enough
Why you sitting? Get up
Why you sitting? Get up
Yeah gon’ fight the power with it
Unity get you enough

Emeli Sande – Garden (feat. Jay Electronica & Aine Zion)

I’m not telling you to love what I love. I’m asking you to take time to know what it is that you love and love with. And do what you can not to offend your sensitive soul. You’ve seen things my lips can’t confess.
No pain can bear witness to.
My mind can justify

My memory can wipe

Let me love, let me touch, let me love
Baby, give it up, let me drink from the fountain
In the car, on the street, in the dark
Baby, on the beach, in the back of the garden

Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop

You’re in the club, how you dance, how you touch
How you offer up all your love and devotion
Roll it up, spark it up, let it burn
On the balcony, and we can fly to the ocean

Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop

You make it real, make me feel, make me feel
I’m as strong as steel and as tall as the mountains
Talk is cheap, can you rescue me?
No place I’d rather be than the back of the garden

Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop

Once upon a time ago
I threw my cautions to the wind, my friend
And yelled, "Geronimo!"
And rode the wings of love to outer space
But then I fell a thousand miles to Guantanamo
Euphoria to torture
I left a note that had a rhyme, it go:
Love is like a ferris wheel
Love is like a roller coaster
Love is at a standstill
Body after body after body
It’s a landfill
And I just caught a body
In the lobby and got my hands filled
I’m a serial lover
I set up all the dates
That rang up fate and got my friends killed
I barely knew my dad, sometimes I feel like my mother
I love that Purple Rain love
That have a fight, that scratch-my-face
That fuck outside and ride my motorcycle in the rain love
Love is like a garden, love is like a death sentence
Love is like a pardon, I’m free again and read
Once outside these prison walls, to believe again is scary
Your garden is my sanctuary

Back of the garden
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Yeah oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop
Oooh ooh ooh, I’m ready
Oooh ooh, don’t stop

Be my confidant, my shoulder, my diary, my best friend, my mentor, my lover, my teacher,
my preacher, my one and ending, my everything.
From the beam of the sun to the dim of the moon.
From before until always I’m yours.
So keep me safe within yourself.
Bow to my throne, no matter what, and I will stand tall

Consoul Trainin – Take Me To Infinity

Don’t you know you’re taking me higher?
Oh, you know you’re making me sweat
Don’t you know you’re taking me further
To places I have never been?
Don’t you know I’m nothing without you?
Oh, you know I can’t survive
Oh, you’re showing me an adventure
Oh, you make me feel alive

Oh something’s taking me over
Girl you know I can’t breathe
Oh, you’re taking over me
Just take me to infinity
Take me to infinity
Take me to infinity
Oh you know I can’t breathe
Take me to infinity

Willow Smith – November 9th

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, I know you’re tired
Don’t let the world put out your fire
Take my hand and you will see
Sadness and anger aren’t everything

[Verse 2]
Baby boy don’t lose your sweetness
Don’t think your humanity equals weakness
Take my hand and you shall see
Suppression and pain are not everything

[Verse 3]
Little rock up in the sky
Just know we’re sick and asking "Why?"
Little ball falls though the void
It holds us together and endures our choices

Uiie Popcorn – She Poppin (feat. Quavo)

[Intro]
She know what she doing, she know what she doing
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 1: Uiie Popcorn]
She knows what she’s doing
Ass fat so I had to pursue her
All this money that she got me throwing
Bout to take her ass to the back
Well known temperament certain
She’s a freaky bitch, I’ma fuck her in the Masi’
I’ma eat your pussy, just don’t tell nobody
Had to do it like that
Type to make me want to buy her
Bag (?) my thumb in her ass
Pussy print we in this back
Type of shit to make you come on earn it
Got a nigga, is he worth it?
I just figure that you’d leave with me
I’d let your live in the mansion
The lips that you’re giving me
Hah, you know what you’re doing

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
She knows what she’s doing
Bad bitches I’m pursuing (bad)
Dropping my top in LA
Me and my brother lil Ewing (skrt-skrt)
Take ’em back to the mansion, six hoes in jacuzzis (six)
12 at the corner, skrt-skrt, bust a U-ie (12)
Smoking on cookie pack
She’s acting like she can’t get cool with that (no)
You got to live with that (no)
Cause girl that’s my habitat (habitat)
You know that we doing this my way
Ain’t really into foreplay (no)
I like to hit it from the back
Hit it while I’m watching Scarface

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

[Verse 3: Uiie Popcorn]
I love when you doing that
I’ma take (?) I’ma buy them bottoms
Love the way she go and chase the bag
Now bring it to me, let me break your back
Thighs, pussy, like (?)
Fishes like Ayesha
I can the baby U on the wrist
Cause I got her body beaming
She addicted to the D
Let her take her shopping, exclusive swag
Did you say you want that Birkin bag?
I ain’t never looking at the tag
Pull up Lennox, get some fly shit
We ain’t fuck on no mattress
Yeah we doing it my way
Nasty sex in the driveway
You know how we do it

[Hook: Quavo]
Ay, she know what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Ay, She knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Ay, she’s popping, she knows what she’s doing
Woah, ay, woah, ay, woah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it

Common – Black America Again (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane & Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Come look into the eyes of a man named Gucci
Got me peepin’ out the blinds like Malcolm with the Uzi
The government, the church, and the world is so polluted
They callin’ me a criminal when I’m a revolution
Woke up in a prison cell and I had a revelation
That my life’s a testimony, I could be an inspiration
From the 6 to the Chi, got so much in common
Gucci Mane and Common, did you see this comin’?
Nigga with an attitude, a hundred miles and runnin’
I done did some things so dirty that I wish I never done it
All eyes on me, America’s most wanted
It’s so hard to be a Black man in a white man country
Product of the slums with rich white folks’ money
And the police got no love for me, but I’m not scared of nothin’
Mass incarcerate us, man and then they call it "justice"
"Gucci how you feel?" I’m so tired of the fuck shit (Wop)

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know, yeah, yeah
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America

[Verse 2: Common]
The Black diaspora
Supreme math into the after
Life, I live it for the master
Truck drivers passed us
Like Jeremiah and Jasper
Children of Zimbabwe and Madagascar
Africa unite, we on the move like runaway slaves through the night
I write, "Freedom ain’t far"
My North Star’s more than a sports car
Taught by the ancestors who fought for our
Liberation army
Islam palmed me and calmed me
So the world couldn’t blond me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black and proud, we wild
We wowed the world with Black magnificence
A symphony for the divine
And we the instruments, Black innocence

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
I confess, I’ve been part of the problem
As of lately, I’m tryin’ to solve ’em
I sold dope and I still talk the jargon
Just like Malcolm ‘fore the X was on him
All these years later, we still the target
Look at Ferguson, Brooklyn and Charlotte
Sellin’ CDs, reachin’ for wallets
Trayvon’d be in his last year of college
I still mourn for Christopher Wallace
What happened in Dallas does not give me solace
So I acknowledge my flaws, apolige
Hey young world, just givin’ you the knowledge
The knowledge

[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America, yeah
Black America
I’ll take you there
To get in, oh
Black America
Look me in my face
If you wanna know
I’ll take you to a place
I know you wanna go
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America
Black America

K. Forest – Before You Go

[intro]
Before you go, before you leave
Mi need yuh fi put down the keys
Need yuh fi hold down the team X2

[hook]
Cause, mi nuh see yuh like that
Hold on tight pon di bike back
Come forward my way, come bright up my day
Girl when you come and contact
Dem nuh say yuh bad gyal ah you that
Come forward my way, come bright up my day

[verse 1]
Yuh bad from yuh born
And that’s why you gwaan so
Keep turning me on
You know how to conduct
I know your too on
And your drink too strong
And i do you so correct, check
Can’t do you wrong

[bridge]
Baby come and bring it this way
Baby come and bring it this way
Forward, forward (X2)

[hook]
Mi nuh see yuh like that
Hold on tight pon di bike back
Come forward my way, come bright up my day
Girl when you come and contact
Dem nuh say yuh bad gyal ah you that
Come forward my way, come bright up my day

[verse 2]
Heads high, baby keep what you know
They don’t want you to have success
Ah they jealous of you oh yes
They dont want to admit that yet
Fi get another person outta line
Tell dem, get back to formation
Why they wanna chase all the time
I dont know why , they so impatient

[bridge]
Baby come and bring it this way
Baby come and bring it this way
Forward, forward (X2)

[hook]
Mi nuh see yuh like that
Hold on tight pon di bike back
Come forward my way, come bright up my day
Girl when you come and contact
Dem nuh say yuh bad gyal ah you that
Come forward my way, come bright up my day

[verse 3]
Mi love how yuh gwaan go get it
Mi love how yuh mind yo bizness
And then wind up around here
Make sure yuh not a witness
Watch who yuh joke with
Watch who yuh smoke with
I forgot to mention, look for their intentions

[bridge]
Baby come and bring it this way
Baby come and bring it this way
Forward, forward (X2)

Danny Worsnop – Mexico

[Verse 1]
Yeah I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling sunshine
Trizing with the skylines
Sipping on something chilly
Watching sinyoritas dancing on the beaches
I’m sitting back jamin on Willy

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
From this hustle and bustle
Lay back and soak it up
With a nice cold bottle of Bud

[Chorus]
I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

[Verse 2]
I don’t know about you but I’m kind of thirsty
Lately I’ve been working just a little too much lately
Feeling kind of sodow
I can’t tell the boling
Clock in my gin, try and make me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know about you but I gotta get away
From this hustle and bustle
Lay back and soak it up
With a nice cold bottle of Bud

[Chorus]
And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving my ass to Mexico

[Bridge]
Where the skies are blue
Yeah the water’s just right, just me and you
Wait til the stas come out
Go skinny dipping, there ain’t no one else around
I’ll be honest I’m tipsy
I just cracked another bottle, honey come on with me
I ain’t never ever leaving baby
This is paradise, go ahead and leave me here

[Chorus]
And I’m driving my ass to Mexico
To get a little crazy, find a pretty baby and let go
Tequila’s got me hazy, dancing with the ladies
I don’t know when I’m coming home
But I’m driving to Mexico

[Outro]
I’m driving to Mexico
I’m driving my ass to Mexico
I’m driving to Mexico

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

[Sample]
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

[Chorus: Q-Tip & Phife Dawg]
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-conformists, one hitter 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 it
To make something happen, to make something happen
To make something happen, let’s make something happen

[Verse 1: Q-Tip & Jarobi]
Word to Phifer
Gonna bring it to the overlord, drinkin’ Cisco
Chilling with the gold microphone cords
And we grip our balls every time we stuntin’ on tour
‘Cause we never bore, responding to the ready crowd’s 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-get it
Don’t be bitter ’cause we not just niggas
Jarobi, my fiber wove into different cloth
Ain’t nothing forbidden, this nigga get his written off
Hardest spit in the city y’all niggas spitting kitten soft
Confused and amazed, shook up with your brain missing lost
They planning for our future
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 doors 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 grayest water poison deadly smog
Mass un-blackening, it’s happening, you feel it y’all?
Rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars
Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars
They taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing
What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going
Reputation ain’t glowing, reparations ain’t flowing
If you find yourself stuck in a creek, you better start rowing
Used to see the TV screen as the place to land my dream in
And the car stereo where they would promote the show
Optimistic little brother with a hope you know

[Hook]
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck here, nigga
(Move on to the stars)
There ain’t a space program for niggas
Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck
(Move on to the stars)

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day
All these happenings is cycular, just happen different ways
And the president’s refined, in her wing she’s confined
With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine
Carolina nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs
To the top of the State building claiming that that flag is mine
Now, people on top of people, feels like we can’t breathe
Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we shouldn’t leave
Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face
These notions and ideas and citizens live in space
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 one second all the people are colored, please
Imagine for one 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?
Moved you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home?
Nah cypher, probably 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

[Chorus: Phife Dawg]
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 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-conformists, one-hitter 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-conformists, one-hitter 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-conformists, one-hitter 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-conformists, one-hitter 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-conformists, one-hitter 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 – We The People…. (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
We don’t believe you ’cause we the people
Are still here in the rear, ayo, we don’t need you
You in the killing-off-good-young-nigga mood
When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, we’re liable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
She don’t love me, she make money, she don’t study that
She gon’ give it to me, ain’t gon’ tell me run it back
She gon’ take the brain to wetter plains, she spit on that
The doors have signs with, don’t try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you can 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 boots are smitten 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
Ain’t settling because I ain’t so bold but ay

[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 and the smog of news media that logs
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
We’re not just nigga rappers with the bars
It’s kismet that we’re 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 y’all know about true competition?
That’s like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin’
The only one who’s hitting are the ones that’s currently spittin’
We got your missy smitten rubbing on her 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 them tryna move we off the fucking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yuh headtop

[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 – 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