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Excision – Are You Ready (Virus Album) letras

Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Excision – G Shit (feat. Sam King) (Virus Album) letras

[Pre-Hook: Sam King]
If I told you I’m a legend would you rep
Reppin’ [?] runnin’ every step
Took the game and left it on its head
Till I’m dead I’m ’bout to get this bread

If I give it to you
What you gon’ do?
Bitch, if I give it too you
What you gon’ do?
Told you I’m a legend would you rep
Reppin’ [?] runnin’ every step
Took the game and left it on its head
Till I’m dead I’m ’bout to get this bread

If I give it to you
What you gon’ do?
Bitch, if I give it too you
What you gon’ do?

[Hook: Sam King]
Vegas nigga ravin’ since the fifth grade
Excision record cuttin’ like a switchblade
I got a grip, tell me what you need, bitch
Gangsta’ with the genius
All I drop is G shit

[Drop]

Bitch you know I got it

Gangsta’ with the genius
All I drop is G shit

Bitch you know I got it

Gangsta’ with the genius
All I drop is G shit

Bitch you know I got it

Gangsta’ with the genius
All I drop is G shit

[Hook: Sam King]
Vegas nigga ravin’ since the fifth grade
Excision record cuttin’ like a switchblade
I got a grip, tell me what you need, bitch
Gangsta’ with the genius
All I drop is G shit

[Drop]

Bitch you know I got it

Gangsta’ with the genius
All I drop is G shit

Bitch you know I got it

Gangsta’ with the genius
All I drop is G shit

Bitch you know I got it

Gangsta’ with the genius
All I drop is G shit

Excision – Her (Virus Album) letras

[Chorus]
The second that got the chance to run
I knew this was the end of all our love
And everything’s reminding me of her
No I can’t help but feel I’m loosing time

The second that got the chance to run
I knew this was the end of all our love
And everything’s reminding me of her
No I can’t help but feel I’m loosing time
[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
The second that got the chance to run
I knew this was the end of all our love
And everything’s reminding me of her
No I can’t help but feel I’m loosing time

[Instrumental]

Excision – Final Boss (Virus Album) letras

Got me feeling like a boss, got me felling like a-

Got me feeling like a-
Got me feeling like a boss, got me felling like a-

Got me feeling like a-

Got me feeling like a boss

Got me feeling like a boss, got me felling like a-

Got me feeling like a-

Got me feeling like a boss, got me felling like a
Boss…

Excision – The Paradox (Virus Album) letras

[Intro]
Long ago before the birth of mankind
Ancient beings discovered a mystical power
A power so great it could destroy worlds
They sacrificed themselves to contain this power

Until now
The Paradox

[Drop]

Paradox

The Paradox

[Interlude]
Behind the blazing eyes of X
You will see demon forces
That seek to probe the scientific unknown
Beware, beware the stare of X, X, X

The Paradox

[Drop]

Paradox

The Paradox

Stealth – My Groove (Listen To My Groove Album) letras

Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove
Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove

Singing revolution
Rich man constitution
Can’t get no retribution
So much dissolution
Every night I pray
For another day
Sitting at home
Feeling alone
Singing my song
Oh oh oh
Noting more to say

Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove
Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove

Singing integration
Poor man education
Birth admination
Hopes anticipation
Every night I try
To find a reason why
Trouble abroad
Prison is charm
Living is hard
Oh oh oh
Makes me want to cry

Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove
Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove

You’ve got problems all around
Don’t let them get you down
Just dig these words I say
And give this groove a play
Singing
Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove
Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove
Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove
Aaah, aaah to-to
Listen to my groove

Stealth – Changes (Listen To My Groove Album) letras

Changes every day
Changes out of time
Changes in my life
To change my mind
Changes, changes
Push me over the line
Yeah

Changes the way life rearranges
The way you think and feel
What’s real, what’s not
Or what you used to be
The only reality is the past to see
Day by day you come to rise
They just slide, a glide, decide which path to take
Don’t break them
Too many mistakes
But then you can work it
Tryina make them friends with the [?]
Be strong, stay with yourself, pray to yourself
Give your help to [?]
‘Cause you know and I know this to be true
A change for young may be found in you

Changes every day
Changes out of time
Changes in my life
To change my mind
Changes, changes
Push me over the line
Yeah

Changes the way life demonstrates how you relate to
Lack of faith and destiny ?
The only truth I know is GOD
Being flip [??]
Hate to go sides, I knew lives that the enemy have to start
With me, myself and I
Used to believe I need a release, please
No love, no peace
So there I go again tryina make amends with the friend
Who can’t comprehend this fight is done,
It’s time to move on before the love is gone
And I’m all alone at home

Changes every day
Changes out of time
Changes in my life
To change my mind
Changes, changes
Push me over the line
Yeah

I my eyes I do now see
Stretching pale along the streets
I see a child in hard despair
With no place to go, nowhere, nowhere
In my ears I do now hear
Screams of the innocence of ones so dear
I hear a mother, I hear a mourn
Must we all die? Oh, Lord
I’m tired of these changes
The ones like this is true, me and you
So many, so few
Paying this right, day and night
If you live by the knife
It doesn’t have to be this way
Start today by destroying [?]
Do what I do in the change of my life
Maybe changed by you

Changes every day
Changes out of time
Changes in my life
To change my mind
Changes, changes
Push me over the line
Yeah

Stealth – Trying Again (Listen To My Groove Album) letras

You used to tease me
By now you say you pleased me
It ain’t that easy
So go ahead and free me, release me
I used to run to you
Thinking that your love is true
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
Just to get me close to you

You used to play your silly games
When I was with you
You used to say I do the same
If only I’d knew
So, don’t try again with me
I don’t want your company
No no no
You’ve made it plain to see
That you only used me, abused me, confused me
Oh oh oh
Trying again
But will it really?
No more trying again
This time it’s you naive

I used to love you
Out no one above you
Pull anything for you
Always thinking of you
My friends all criticize
They say you had me hypnotized
You sure have made me mesmerized
You shine my shadows [?]
The games you used to play when I was with you
Well, they all ends today
‘Cause baby I’m through
So don’t try again with me
I don’t want your company
No no
You’ve made it plain to see
That you only used me, abused me, confused me
Oh oh oh
Trying again
But will it really?
No more trying again
This time it’s you naive

Stealth – Now You Want To Come Bac (Listen To My Groove Album) letras

You said you’d be there for me
You’d be my lover always
If I would set my love free
And give into your place
You are for [?]
I think she knew could be real
You even encrypted my dreams
How could I know not to feel?

We talk of times that we shared
When we were one and the same
We talk of times that you cared
When you scream my name
Your reminisce on the past
Just speak of memories of me
You speak as though they could last
For all our eternity

And now I finally give into you
The tables turned, and something went wrong
You said that here you had a different view
And I’d love to have what’s undone

Now you want to come back to me
You said you realized you made a mistake
[??]
So, go on, someone is taking your place
Now you want to come back to me
Pick up the pieces and start again
But my love for you was hard to set free
Please go on, before my love starts again

You just speak for yourself
You think that I’ll go back to you
But I found somebody else
And she knows just what to do
She gives me love and respect
Stimulation to mind
Her conversation is always correct
Her sex is so, so divine

What about the pain that you’ve put me through?
When you walked right out of my life
I try to understand what I had of you
Of what went wrong to something so right?

(x2)
Now you want to come back to me
You said you realized you made a mistake
[??]
So, go on, someone is taking your place
Now you want to come back to me
Pick up the pieces and start again
But my love for you was hard to set free
Please go on, before my love starts again

ONE OK ROCK – Taking Off letras

Stuck in the same routine
Living an empty dream
When am I gonna wake up
Thought we had it right
Now it’s an endless night
Where is it gonna take us

Realizing, everything I love is slowly killing me

I know I know
We’re taking off together
Even though we always crash and burn
Tonight you and I will fall from the sky
Drag me all the way to hell
‘Cause I’m never gonna let it go

音もたてず崩れ落ちた
視界から消える
狂う秒針
巻き戻す
取り戻せない何かがある

Realizing, everything I love is slowly killing me

I know I know
We’re taking off together
Even though we always crash and burn
Tonight you and I will fall from the sky
Drag me all the way to hell
‘Cause I’m never gonna let it go

Don’t lie, you know everything you do is killing me

I know I know
We’re taking off together
Even though we always crash and burn
Tonight you and I will fall from the sky
Drag me all the way to hell

We’re taking off together
Even though we always crash and burn
Tonight you and I will fall from the sky
Drag me all the way to hell
‘Cause I’m never gonna let it go

Pavlos Kallitsounakis – Otan Tha Mou Peis Pos M’ Agapas letras

Περνάς και δε μου φτάνει
Κοιτάς και δε μιλάς
Τη ζωή μου άνω κάτω έχεις κάνει
Μια σου λέξη και θα σπάσει η καρδιά

Όταν θα μου πεις πως μ’ αγαπάς
Απ’ τη γη στ’ αστέρια θα με πας
Όταν θα μου πεις πως με θες
Με φωτιά τη θάλασσα θα καις

Όταν θα μου πεις πως μ’ αγαπάς
Απ’ τη γη στ’ αστέρια θα με πας
Όταν θα μου πεις πως με θες
Δεν θα έχω άλλες ενοχές

Όταν θα μου πεις … πως μ’ αγαπάς

Γυρνάς μες στο μυαλό μου
Παντού σε συναντώ
Είσαι εσύ το άλλο το μισό μου
Με κάθε δύναμη φωνάζω σ’ αγαπώ

Όταν θα μου πεις πως μ’ αγαπάς
Απ’ τη γη στ’ αστέρια θα με πας
Όταν θα μου πεις πως με θες
Με φωτιά τη θάλασσα θα καις

Όταν θα μου πεις πως μ’ αγαπάς
Απ’ τη γη στ’ αστέρια θα με πας
Όταν θα μου πεις πως με θες
Δεν θα έχω άλλες ενοχές

Όταν θα μου πεις … πως μ’ αγαπάς

Ingrid Michaelson – Blood Brothers letras

If you knew me would you save that seat for me
If you knew me would you finally let me free
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

If you loved me would you hold onto my hand
If you loved me would you finally understand
That we’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
What you need, what you need i need too
What you are, what you are i am too
’cause we’re all the same under a different name
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

If you knew me would you lift me from the ground
If you loved me would you even hear me make a sound
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

What you need, what you need i need too
What you are, what you are i am too
’cause we’re all the same under a different name
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

Afroman – Because I Got High letras

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why
‘Cause I got high

I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
Now I’m selling dope and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I wasn’t gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic, and I know why, ’cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I wasn’t gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
Now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
Now I’m jacking off and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
Now I’m sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I’m gonna stop singing this song because I’m high
I’m singing this whole thing wrong because I’m high
And if I don’t sell one copy I know why
‘Cause I’m high
Because I’m high
Because I’m high

Dashboard Confessional – Currents letras

The air is visible around you, rising up and off your lips in slow currents
And I watch as your face is framed in its slow currents
Drifting curls a trailing path
A long drag becomes a dress of blue and ash

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down

The air is visceral around us
Turning in its simple steps on slow currents
and I watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion
A long drag becomes a slow dance and a halo of ember

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down, all the way down

And if this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, we burned our hands
If this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, it burns our hands

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn, let it burn
If it’s gotta end let it burn
If it’s gotta end let it burn
It ends where it began, so hot with love, it burns our hands

G-Eazy – The Day It All Changed

Yeah, un-fuck-with-able
Black on black Vader, soundtrack is so cynical
It’s for certain, keep a cup of Bourbon, it’s so critical
I’m just getting started, still a couple years from pinnacle
Low key, I been killing y’all in another interval
You kiss that bitch, you imbecile, her mouth stay on my genitals
Text me ten times, I never hit her back, pitiful
I hate how this industry is so fucking political
You should just sit down with all that bullshit, go and get a stool
I just don’t believe you, don’t know who you think that shit will fool
Yeah, legendary status what I must achieve
She came to the smash, right afterwards I made her up and leave
You don’t even know what I got up my sleeve
Told my team, “We’d make it in a second, trust me, just believe”
Yeah, rap game, James Dean, been here
I’m just out here doing shit they ain’t seen
Swear this beat too fucking hard, telling you, bro, Kane’s mean
Ever since eighteen, been focused on the same dream

Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Never looking back, so far I be on y’alls range
Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Came the fuck up since I was making y’alls wage

Well, the difference is nowadays I’m making like triple times your dividends
Walk my stage like Johnny Cash, hella to a massive crowd
Quiet but I’m passing loud, solid crew, no rats allowed
Everybody knows I’m next to get it, you could ask around
Classic shit, that’s the sound, labels tryna track me down
Faked it till I made it, everything’s official now
Don’t fit in, I stand apart from everybody, it’s just how
Everything I do, I put my name on as original
Skeet all on a rich girl’s boobs and watch it trickle down
I want in on every dime bag or nickel now
Every rapper that I’m ‘bout to pass up is in a pickle now
Thought you had a home run? Just a foul
Silly stupid rapper, you won’t make it with that simple style
When I’m working I don’t fuck around, shouts to those who stuck around
Alright’s to the up and down, I have more, they buzz around
Tell me now, how does it sound?
She knows when I come in town she calls soon as I’m touching down

Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Never looking back, so far I be on y’alls range
Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Came the fuck up since I was making y’alls wage

Remember when I never had shit
Single parent struggles, moms always trying to mask it
Age sixteen I set a goal and now I’m past it
Following this dream, shouts to everyone who backs it
For me it turned into the flagship
Jealousy is real, see these people talking mad shit
What you making now ain’t even fucking with my last shit
We’re eating, get a basket, I’m in this till the casket

Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Never looking back, so far I be on y’alls range
Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Came the fuck up since I was making y’alls wage

DAT ADAM – Dog-eat-dog

[Intro: Ivan]
Мне давно всё это казалось странным
Мне давно казалось всё это чужым
Я предчувствовалг,что всё это катится не в том направлении …
Все процветает и растёт, но в тот же момент рушится …
А всего лишь словно зеркало, отражение всего …
Теперь я это понял, осознал …
Я делал все что правильным считал
По крайней мере я считал так
Я делал все что было – верным быть должно
Но что правильно никто и никогда не объяснял мне
Быть может время наступило – взять в руки всё свои
Ведь жить воочию намного лучше, чем как до етого я жил
Теперь я это понял

[Hook: T & A]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this Shit – ich bin raus, jah
Ich spiel’ nicht mehr mit, nah, das wird mir zu sick – euer Lärm um nix wird zu laut
Yeah-eah, hat echt fucking lange gebraucht, doch zum Glück hab’ ich die Show noch durchschaut
Noch durchschaut, noch durchschaut, noch durchschaut …
[Part 1: A]
Ich hab’s durchschaut, mein Milleniumsauge blickt direkt durch ihre scheiß Fassade und deckt auf
Dass alles so fake ist, hässlich hinter der Maske wie Jason
Alle schon lange fernab von dem Weg – ich soll es so machen wie sie, doch es geht nicht
Doch es geht nicht – es geht nicht
Die Körper sind frei, doch die Seelen im Käfig (yeah)
Und das Wettkämpfen verdreht ihr’n Kopf
Backstabber wie Sephiroth wollen Cash stacken wie Jay-Z, doch wozu?
Bringt euch der Lifestyle wirklich was ihr sucht?
Was bringt all dieses Papier, wenn du nicht fühlst was du tust?
Macht, was ihr wollt, ich
Brauch’ all das Zeug nicht, nah – ich hab’ meine Crew
Wir leben ein Leben in Würde
Fliegen hinweg über all ihre Hürden

[Bridge: Matthew Chaim]
Spill my thoughts on the canvas
Spill my thoughts on the canvas
Can’t escape without the practice
Yeah, this life take practice, when you living passive, no
Won’t pass this up, gon’ jazz this up now
We matched up now, won’t mess up found
What we we’re looking for
Spending every minute looking for more
And I know – yeah, I know
What youu want this lifestyle truly won’t bring you
What you want with all the paper
That 9 to 5 ain’t gon’ save you, that 9 to 5 it gon’ slave you

[Part 2: T]
Now I’m looking through this shit – Through this shit
Sie werfen mit Lügen um sich als wären es Shurikens
Straight ins Face wie Hooligans
Ich lass’ mich von ihrem Bullshit nicht umwickeln wie ’ne fuckin’ Mumie
Diese Welt ist vir’nverseucht wie Windows
Doch ihre Fallen sind sinnlos – nenn mich „Jinzo“
Alle moven synchron und pushen ihren Film hoch
Dass ich da nicht mitspielen muss, zeigt mir das Hydra-Symbol
Und auch mein Instinkt, tho
Ihr Kosmos ist grau, doch ich bin bunt wie ein Flamingo, stimmt schon
Ich weiß, dass ich nicht reinpasse, danke für die Info!
Ich spür’ es schon so lang, doch Ausbrechen kostet Überwindung
Überwindung
Viel zu lang hab’ ich mich angepasst – es fühlte sich falsch an von Anfang an
Ich wollte immer nur fliegen, doch wurd’ geboren im Netz der Tarantula
Sie nehmen uns all unser Charisma und saugen uns aus so wie Dracula
Wir wandeln nur leblos umher so wie Zombies – die Society gleicht ’nem Massengrab
Yeah, doch ich steig’ raus aus dem Sarg
Raus aus dem Nebel – raus aus dem Dust
Der verdammte Alptraum wird hier und jetzt enden
Ich glaub’, ich bin wach – ich bin raus!

DAT ADAM – Hydra 3D

[Part 1: T]
Hallo Erde, wir landen jetzt!
Wir war’n zu lange weg!
Wenn DAT FUCKING ADAM aus dem Shuttle steppt
Wird diese Ödnis hier in Brand gesetzt

Noch immer nice, nice, nice, noch immer die nicesten Vibes
So nice, dass es keiner begreift, wir droppen das heißeste Fire
Und geben keine Fucks – noch immer keine Fucks
Das Spaceship macht *rrrn* und die Fingergun macht *grah*
Und der Bass macht *boom*, so wie Dynamite
Während unser Level unerreichbar bleibt
Denn die Hydra macht Training im Raum von Geist und Zeit
Wo ihre Nicigkeit noch immer weiter steigt
Und auf einma’ komm’ sie alle mit dem Sci-Fi-Style
But we already been on it
Wir sind schneller als das Licht, so wie Team Rocket
Yaah, immer noch müssen wir kei’m was beweisen
Immer noch sind wir die Gleichen
Immer noch sind wir die, die viel zu fly sind
Immer noch sind wir die, die viel zu high sind
Immer noch, wir sind selfmade, immer noch
Und was ich auf diesem verdammten Planet verlor’n habe, frag’ ich mich immer noch
[Bridge: A]
Ey-ey, yeah, ey!
Viel zu lange, viel zu lange weg von hier
Doch wir sind endlich wieder in der Atmosphere
Und wir seh’n, verändert hat sich echt nicht viel
So vieles ist immer noch so wacklich hier
Es ist deprimier’nd, yeah
Doch wer sorgt für die Changes, wenn nicht wir?
Eh, dieser Planet braucht uns und wir brauchen ihn
Dreht den motherfuckin’ Sound so laut wie nie
Stellt die motherfuckin’ Lauscher auf und fliegt
Jeder weiß, es ist wieder mal Zeit für Shit, der real ist

Oh world, oh world, hold on, ja!

[Part 2: A]
Alles wird wieder gut, denn die drei sind wieder back
New Mindset im Gepäck – Cyber-Hippie-Swag
Vibes wie immer fett
Immer noch ist kaum einer so fresh wie die Clique plus Friends, yeah
Haben doch schon vor ’nem Jahr gezeigt, wie’s geht
Haben alle da etwa gepennt?
Sie sind Kanye-Fanboys wir sind DAT FUCKING ADAM
Jedem Trend zu folgen zeugt von echt krassem Talent
Nicht … was hier abgeht, ist ein Witz
Sie tappen im Dunkeln, wir komm’ mit dem Licht
Wir hab’n das, was fehlt, hab’n viel erlebt und zu erzähl’n
Hört zu, hört zu
Ja, hört zu, hört zu, ja, ja, ja

[Outro]
„Hydra 3D!“

DAT ADAM – OWL

[Part 1: A]
Federleicht, federleicht
Yeah, wann war der Head je so frei?
Du hast mir den Weg gezeigt
Tief und tiefer geht’s in mich hinein
Seh’, was ich schon längst versteh’, doch nicht begreif’
Viel zu lang schon zirkel’ ich im Kreis
Doch ich glaub’, endlich werd’ ich befreit
Zweifel’ an allem, was so richtig scheint
Denn nie war mir alles, was hier abläuft, bewusster und klarer als jetzt – ich
Sehe Verbindungen, fühle so objektiv, ganz andre Weltsicht
Bin überwältigt von allem, was in mir schlief und mich beschäftigt
Seh’ meine Fehler so klar – weiß endlich, dass diese Maske nicht echt ist
In nur einer Nacht hast du mir so viel beigebracht
Ich hätt’ es sicher auch allein geschafft
Ich hätt’ es sicher auch allein geschafft
Doch du hast mir so viel Zeit und Leid erspart
So viel Zeit und Leid erspart, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: A]
Hey, he-ey – resetting me
Resetting me, resetting, resetting me
Yeah – resetting me
Resetting me, resetting, resetting me

Kool Savas – Wahre Liebe

[Intro: Karen Firlej]
Ihr Ficker

[Part 1: Kool Savas]
Scheuklappen auf, Sniper-Rifle im Arm
Buzz-Krüger-Toys erwachen im unbeschreiblichen Wahnsinn
Fataler Amoklauf, schick sie zu Hades
Schreib mir ‘ne Karte, sag wie isses dort
Sehr passabel, nur ein klein bisschen warm
Ich liquidier’ jeden einzelnen deiner Art
Ruf zum Battle, aber keiner kommt
Als ging es drum in Chicago Streife zu fahr’n
Das Tourlife ist heikel, ihr verspürt nicht die leiseste Scham
Reitet eifrig den Aal und schlaft abends mit ‘nem Steifen im Arsch
Es wird Nacht, die Gase entweichen dem Darm
Und das nennt man grade sein
Frage, warum greifen hier nicht deine Regeln wie Kraken?
Du Made parkst deinen Wagen vorm Artemis
Wartest das jemand Hardcore Sympathisches dir die Sahne warm in die Haare wichst
Phase ist, siehst du frischen Dick und wirst nahezu magisch angezogen
Stürzt dich drauf wie unterzuckerter Habicht
Das ist Marketing 2.0, aktueller Status: Rapper labern radikal
Doch blasen sich in die höchsten Etagen
Du menschliche Fassung eines Ed-Hardy-Caps
Ich werf ‘n gigantischen Monolith auf deinen Schädel bis er quadratisch ist
Streife nachts in Camouflage um das Badeschiff
Kill MCs und zieh’ sie auf zu ‘ner Kette, die länger als der Äquator misst
Scheiß egal, wenn’s sein muss
Schweiss dir ‘nen Bart an, pfeiff dir ‘ne Mate
Angry Birds in real, über ihnen kreisen die Adler
Ich war leise bis dato, aber was habt ihr Schweine erwartet?
Ein Hai mit diesen Maßen hier passt nicht in ein kleines Aquarium
Eine Frage, sag mir
[Hook: Kool Savas & Karen Firlej] (2x)
Glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe?
Glaubt ihr wirklich, die Wichser rappen noch wenn sie keine Gage kriegen?
Also glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe, huh?
Ich tu’s erst, wenn sie alle tot in ‘nem Graben liegen!

[Part 2: Samy Deluxe]
Von und zu Deluxe, verleih mir selbst ‘n Adelstitel
Fahr ‘ne Riesenkarre, seh’ wie and’re Stars ihr Fahrrad schieben
Gratuliere, willkomm’ zum Gipfeltreffen, lass Hip-Hop retten
Rugged Man, Mister Deluxe und Savas Abi
Diese Killakombo, ein iller Mongo mit wahrer Liebe
Für dies’ Hip-Hop-Ding und mein Mittelfinger total solide
Also bitte bring mir diese Rapper her, egal, wie viele
In einem Jahr füllt ihr alle wieder das Regal bei Lidl
Deine Frau hat Dschungelfieber, steht auf Schokoladenriegel
Sie glaubt wohl nicht an die wahre Liebe, scheint kein Schlaf zu kriegen
Das kann wie beim Fakir mit Nagelbett am Nageln liegen
Naheliegend, deshalb grinst sie auch den ganzen Tag zufrieden
Ihr solltet unsere Namen und die, dieser Rapper niemals in einem Satz erwähnen
So wie die Worte „Erdogan“ und „Ziege“
Ich mache Butter bei die Fische, scheiß auf Margarine
Wo ist da der Haken wie Karabiner? Es hagelt Hiebe
Ich stehle Rappern das Spotlight, sie steh’n auf Schattenspiele
Träne im Auge, wie Harlekine, wenn ich gerade spitte
Die Nullen wären gern’ Einsen, doch sind nur Datendiebe
Steuern aufs Ende zu wie ’96 Pac im Beamer
Ihr hängt auf Tour nur mit Affen rum, so wie Justin Bieber
Dreh am Ende auf als hätt’ ich ‘ne Extrabatterie da
Statt Pokémons zu jagen, analysiert den Part hier lieber
Ende vom Verse, jetzt kennt ihr den Curse Text
Ihr Ficker

[Hook: Kool Savas & Karen Firlej] (2x)
Glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe?
Glaubt ihr wirklich, die Wichser rappen noch wenn sie keine Gage kriegen?
Also glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe, huh?
Ich tu’s erst, wenn sie alle tot in ‘nem Graben liegen!

[Part 3: R.A. the Rugged Man]
Ich bin live von den Straßen Berlins
Came from New York City, Home of the crack fiends
Address carefully, choose my response
Alternative für Deutschland, lutsch meinen Schwanz
Like Kool Savas say it, LMS
Frauke Petry is the devil in the flesh
No justice, no peace, fuck swat gun cock
Buck shot, blood clot, bum drop, run cop
Rebelliere gegen das System
I spit on your grave and I piss on ya name
I come through ya hood with Jérôme Boateng
I break all your bones and I show no shame
Wenn ich komme, der weiße Ritter
Lecke meinen Arsch, du Mutterficker!
Fight, fight, translate, kämpf, kämpf, kämpf
I ignite fright night fake sense get tense
Not white hype rhyme tight master suspense
Ich bin Meister des Engineerens, Meuterei
Fick die amerikanische Polizei
Die hard bitch yippee ki-yay Schweinebacke
Mach ihn tot, fick die schmutzige Ratte
Stopping the system, stomping the opposition
Maybe they not gonna listen
I stay be dropping the wisdom, this is an unpopular position
Break laws in Deutsch, alle brechen das Gesetz
Pop in your maxell or memorex cassette decks go

[Hook: Kool Savas & Karen Firlej] (2x)
Glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe?
Glaubt ihr wirklich, die Wichser rappen noch wenn sie keine Gage kriegen?
Also glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe, huh?
Ich tu’s erst, wenn sie alle tot in ‘nem Graben liegen!

[Scratches]
No doubt
Futuristic rap shit in the [?]
I eat at an emcee’s heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart

No doubt
Futuristic rap shit in the [?]
I eat at an emcee’s heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
No doubt

Ab-Soul – Braille

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
(Turn it up a lil more, uh, uh, yeah)
Soulo Ho the prophet, I’m a fiend like Bassy
Money like I’m Saudi, agua from the islands
We went from Pintos to Benzos
Plain and simple, let’s race a little
The bar needs to be raised a little
I led the way, but never raised the pencil
Might pay your rent if you suck good dick
And you know what our time apart meant
Pardon me, if I’m arguably
The hardest nigga on the beat
Me and Bas is bosses, throwin’ their boxers
I can own fifty dollar boxers
I just wanna spend hunnid stacks everyday
I went digital
Yo shit we don’t dig at all, we just dish if off
You know I gotta eat
My bitch got cakes and I’m getting that brain
That’s food for thought
Uhh, got the loud and it’s lit
Got the loud and it’s lit
You smoking that reggie, you niggas ain’t ready
Be quiet and quit
[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Verse 2: Bas]
Bassy on a mission
Stackin’ dough like it’s a photo moment
Haters hate us only for the moment
‘Cause your bitch wanna take a photo, homie
Soulo rollin’, got an onion on us
Where my city dolo like Vanilla Sky
Smoking like we ’bout to cross the border
Got a couple shows up on the other side
25 in a row, shit
Shows jumping we’ve been hittin’ licks
Money flowin’ like we flippin’ bricks
Now I don’t know if I’ve ever been in this town
Flip a switch, killing niggas like I pulled the plug
Quarter pound of piff to fill the lungs
Got the whole crowd yelling “Feel the buzz”
It’s lit
I call her, one DM
I land around noon, but I fuck by 1PM
FIENDS
Practice what you preach, preach love
Careful what you eat, half of it’s diseased
They don’t want us here

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Beat Switch]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
What the tongue can’t taste
What the eyes can’t see
What the ear can’t hear
What your nose can’t sniff
Put your hands in the air
P-put your hands in the air
What the tongue can’t taste
What the eyes can’t see
What the ear can’t hear
What your nose can’t sniff
P-put your hands in the air
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Peter Piper picked the pack of pickled peppers
Soulo found a pound of loud and lit it up
Bet this resin never leave my finger tips
Helen Keller would’ve felt the shit
But tell me what is it you niggas wan’t
Really, tell me what is it you niggas wan’t
Are you niggas dope or you just doin’ dope?
Is you niggas dope or you just doin’ dope?

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Ransom

[Intro]
A Boogie With Da Hoodie be flexing
They want you for ransom

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom
[Verse 1]
Damn son what’s the issue?
Young nigga with a chip tooth and a pistol
I got into the money, started hitting licks too
100 bands make your mans turn right against you
Run through the money, run through the money
Yeah, I like Saint Laurent so I bought a bunch of it nigga
I like throwing one’s so I threw a bunch of ’em nigga
I’m making this song just to keep it 100 nigga
Now I’m going up, niggas got their hands out nigga
You wasn’t around now you my mans now
Probably wouldn’t give me clout now you a damn clown
Now you wanna give me dap, now you a fan now

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

[Verse 2]
I fuck it up, thumb through a check, thumb through a check
My nigga you here shooting (?) you dumb with the left
RJ he a referee, he gon’ get the Tec
I’ma keep scoring from 3, I ain’t missing yet
Listen up, if I feel a threat, I’ma hit you up
Gripped it up, chain never tucked, I don’t give a fuck
When she suck she gon’ lick me up
Ain’t no hickeys girl just hit me up
When you wanna fuck girl just hit me up
Stickied up and I got that drink when I drive by
Stick it up, taking everything when we drive by
Moving like Christiana Aguilera, Lady GaGa
Another one, na-na-na-na-na-na

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

T-Pain – Dan Bilzerian

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I can pull up on you with a million bucks
Bitch I’m with the squad, we got a million trucks
Just ’cause you don’t see me don’t mean I ain’t movin’
I be in the dark with the semi tucked
You don’t want this shit to go to fisticuffs
Boy pass me that bottle, I ain’t get enough
If they gon’ talk about me I’ma let ’em talk
Bitch I’m takin’ off, bitch I’m takin’ off
Get off me, ho

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Refrain: T-Pain]
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Once they pour it on me you can’t get it off
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Get off me, ho

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Who that?
Throw that ho like two stacks
Hit it in the booty ’til them booty cheeks turn blue black
Order at the crib, bring the crew back
Let me see you do that, do that, huh, huh, woo!
Shout out to my niggas on that Houston shit
It ain’t nothin’ better than a Houston bitch
If she ain’t let me fuck, I say, “Fuck that bitch”
But if she wanna fuck I’ma fuck that bitch
You see me bro?

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Refrain: T-Pain]
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Once they pour it on me you can’t get it off
Ayy, Lil Boat
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Ayy, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Get off me, ho

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All my niggas ridin’ dirty on that old Chamillion’ (skrrt skrrt)
I’ma be the first teenager to reach a trillion
Ooh bitch I’m rich as fuck, I don’t need your love
I got powers in my beads like Mike with his glove
You can’t pull up on me, I keep MAC around me (no you can’t)
Macky, Max and Ronald spray it, get to soundin’ (yes it do)
Please don’t try your luck, please do not get buck (please do not)
Tell the blocks to listen close, I don’t give a fuck
Lil Boat!

[Hook: T-Pain + Lil Yachty]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me (yeah)
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me (no they can’t)
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck (bitch I’m rich as fuck)
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck (they can suck a dick)
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian (gang, gang)
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian (bitch it’s T-Pain)
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck (T-Pain and Lil Boat)
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

MadMan – Solo Con Me

[Intro]
Tanta Roba
Nel cazzo di posto
MadMan, Nebbia nel cazzo di posto
Dalla Sicilia
Giovani terroni
Senti che cazzo è

[Verse 1]
Giro a cartoccio ‘sta mista e la brucio, frà, come le tappe
Ogni mio socio ha già perso la bussola, vuole le mappe
Sveglio di notte, sto in fissa, poi dormo col Sole che batte
Giro con gente che sembra già vista
Sì, sopra il cartone del latte
Estraneo da tutte le parti, senza nazione, cosacco
Metto il colbacco, parto
Fuori di casa a vent’anni tipo col bastone e col sacco
Niente può più spaventarmi, legge di Darwin
Sul beat ti picchio con guanto
Mi aspetto il quinto conguaglio, tutte di piccolo taglio
A Roma da fuori sede, ora pro nobis
Se non svoltavo in qualcuno dei modi
Facevo ancora la spesa nel Todis
Seduto a piangere sopra i cartoni
La casa mi manca pure se era un loculo
Salgo a Milano coi soldi e il microfono
I sogni nel cofano, frà, come un cazzo di profugo
[Bridge]
Dicono che ha avuto culo
Che culo che ha avuto successo
Quando non c’era nessuno ero in para seduto sul cesso
Sempre da solo, depresso
Rinchiuso a vivere nel buio pesto
Per settimane da solo con me
Per sempre da solo con me

[Hook] [x2]
Sono solo con me
È da un po’ che ci penso
Sono stanco di Mad, sono stanco del rap
Fumo un tot, e ci penso
Sono solo con me, stringo le mani allo sterzo
So che domani è lo stesso
Fumo due grammi e poi svengo

[Verse 2]
Fumo e l’ansia colma il cuore
Chiuso in stanza col magone
Solo in para sul vagone
So che non c’è fama senza scalpore
Non c’è grana senza clamore
Non c’è infamia senza l’amore
Non c’è Xanax senza mattone
Io stavo in para male, dopo ho detto basta
Flow paranormale, frà tu un ectoplasma
Spacco sempre il tempo, passa, metto massa
Con ‘sti rapper faccio cassa, me li metto in tasca
Mo’ se mi chiedi se sto fatto dico: “Niente affatto”
Con una canna che non tira che non c’è tabacco
Da solo, giovane e terrone con lo scettro magico
Ho fatto soldi che sembravano un concetto astratto
Fumo da solo ‘sti fiori, sono come chiodi di garofano
Oscillo tra giorni in cui sto sempre fuori, frà, come balconi
E il sarcofago
Seduto a piangere sopra i cartoni
La casa mi manca pure se era un loculo
Torno a Milano coi soldi e microfono
I sogni nel cofano, frà, come un cazzo di profugo

[Bridge]
Dicono che ha avuto culo
Che culo che ha avuto successo
Quando non c’era nessuno ero in para seduto sul cesso
Sempre da solo, depresso
Rinchiuso a vivere nel buio pesto
Per settimane da solo con me
Per sempre da solo con me

[Hook] [x2]
Sono solo con me
È da un po’ che ci penso
Sono stanco di Mad, sono stanco del rap
Fumo un tot e ci penso
Sono solo con me, stringo le mani allo sterzo
So che domani è lo stesso
Fumo due grammi e poi svengo

Jim Jones – Eastside

[Intro: Dave East]
Capo I got these niggas
Harlem you know how that go
Eastside

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Revenge is only natural, time to get even
We pick and roll, when the cold time to switch seasons
Trip to Belize, 100 keys’ll leave your kids bleeding
Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking
Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete
I want Giuseppes, not no Lebron sneaks, my palm trees
Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life
Model bitch’ll blow me like a bagpipe
19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn’t get caught yet
Think I got a warrant out cause I ain’t been to court yet
30 bricks’ll have you paranoid just like raw sex
Used to do Gortex, come to Harlem, we all fresh
Capo told me these niggas is in denial
Forgot what river we left his body, think it’s the Nile
Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain’t coming down
Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds
[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
It’s a queen B in the Supreme J’s
Cross (?) where the fiends play
Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play
I’m talking Big’s verse one is where I seen Jay
The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at
I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at
And when the coke was bad I still brought it back
I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?)
L’s copped the white Spur that I just bought in black
I took the rental down south, I never brought it back
I’m calling plays in the field like a quarterback
The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap
In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted
The (?) was that I lost, that was 500
I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between
The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen
I’m hopping out the back but they handle is mean
I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean
Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work
Bitch I’m not a preacher but Lord knows this is church

[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Outro]
Step 5. We admit it to our higher power, to ourselves, and to another human being, the exact nature of our wrongs

Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack, you don’t hear no dope hardly. You don’t hear no coke anymore hardly the only thing you hear, crack-crack

Jim Jones – Kitchen

[Jim Jones]
Vamp life
(I got that money)
You know what they say
Trap jumping
When it get to hot in the kitchen, uh
What you cooking? Chicken or fish?
(I don’t wanna hear you niggas talking about no more work)
How many pots on the stove?

[Hook: Cashout]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I got four pots going and a crock pot too
Cooked four quarters and I got back two
Want fishscale? And I got that too
But I’m dry right now
Nigga stop back through
Talking ’bout cooking the whiter shade
Nigga’s be using the microwave
They booked ’em and took ’em in right away
He might never see the light of day
The walls in my kitchen all yellow
So I put the coke in the fridge like it’s Jello
You know you got to guard the kitchen
So I keep shooters in New York like Carmello
I be cooking that shit like it’s Ruth Chris
Cooking that shit to a new whip
Look at that shit while I’m hitting that shit
Now I’m whipping that shit like its Cool Whip
Traffic, compression then stretch it
To buy it we don’t need to test it
If it ain’t about money don’t stress it
Put the Tec to a nigga like a message
Still cooking coke like five stars
Young dope boy with five cars
All cash nigga how be buy ours
Yeah we live fast and we die hard

[Hook]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 2: Hell Rell]
Ruger!
Man I got the money and I got the pack
You know a Ruger to this little light-skinned bitch
He ain’t never gotta buy
(Hey baby)
All I gotta do is look at my shooter and he ‘gon pop the strap
Uptown with the mother-fuckin’ killers is where you’ll find me at
Might cook a whole brick with my gun on me
Shoot my old man if he run on me
Bury me in all gold
At least put a mother-fucking ton on me
Man these nigga’s ain’t living right
Don’t be suprised if you got a [?] homie
I brought some real money out tonight
In case niggas front on me
In my kitchen
I’m in love in my kitchen
When my hand start to itchin’ then them bricks get to flippin’
Bought a house with ten bathrooms, because I stay shittin’
Nigga’s look funny then my shooters start hittin’
(Hittin’)

[Hook]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
Uh-huh
It’s Philthy nigga
I do!
Look

I say now forty birds in my caravan
This forty on me got a kick-stand
I’m in love with the kitchen nigga
Tell the hoe do the dishes nigga
(Ay, clean up bitch!)
Two stoves and eight pots
Two niggas cooking eight blocks
The [?] from foot heels to [?] that’s eight blocks
In the kitchen like culinary
These nigga’s actors like Tyler Perry
Ain’t never move no kilos
Couldn’t find you one like Nemo
My whole hood been locked up for trafficking, doing life nigga
On 580 doing eighty nigga with an eighty pack of that white shit
Thirty-six and the whole whammy
In a cereal box stuffed in the cabinet
Right behind all the baking soda
If you cook it right you might take it over
Fish-scale, my lips sealed, I’ll never tell what I don’ seen
Bag it up, put a thousand grams on the triple-beam
(It’s Philthy)

Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb

Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green thumb
Yuhhh

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

Big Sean – No More Interviews

I guess I’m on my… on my Don shit
Somebody gotta do it

Look, no more interviews
I’m not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I’m from the ground up like a ground-ball play
I’m coming from the underground like it’s Groundhog’s Day
I’m talking so underground that when I talk about J, nigga
I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real niggas
Lately I only do the shit that inspire me
Lately niggas treat the Shade Room like a diary
Oh yeah, is that what you heard?
Believing everything that you hear without confirming it first
And you know the funny thing about it is my ex wanna write a tell all
Fucked up thing about it is she ain’t even tell all
Like how I introduced her to meditation, positive thinking
And the books she probably read in daily rotation
I learned when people lie on you not to return the favor so
I won’t get you embarrassed
I won’t tell them all the other parts about you that’s plastic
This my last time putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I’d rather put that energy into what’s worth having
Like how I got a platinum album with no solo tour
Niggas say it’s over for me I go overboard
Back against the wall like my poster but I’m the poster boy
Not from the city if you let THEY tell it
Greatest rapper of all time if you let YE tell it
You ask me, I don’t got the resume
But, shit, I can go bar for bar for niggas who talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin’ off, they walkin’ off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead and you know it
My career been moving perpetual motion
I’m not impressed with the whoopty woop, I don’t know who is who
And can’t pretend like I’m hip to it, no hula hoop
And I can’t lie like I like this shit like I usually do
And I’m just not impressed by you niggas rapping fast
Who sound like one big asthma attack but trash when I’m rapping it back
Who you put in your top five and claim they the savior of rap

So many friends turn to enemies, they frenemies
I don’t know why I act like I’m surprised or it’s offending me
I’m saying, though, I should have learned from Hov and Dame
From Stunna and Wayne, Cudi and YE
What happened to our family ways, though?
When I put you on that song with Nas, you had told me that you was forever grateful
And that we brothers, so it hurt to hit the internet to find out that me and you don’t fuck with each other
Over a miscommunication that probably could be fixed with a 5 minute conversation, I’m still praying

For ya, though, I guess I charged it to the game
How much it cost? Around twenty88
Going off like Kobe when he wore the crazy eights
All y’all niggas looking like my kiddos wearing Bape
Shot my first video in the Harajuku store
With Nigo in the background, that’s a picture that you can’t take
Yeah with Hype Williams directing each take
And GOD directing each step that we take

I’m a king, a legend, man, you niggas ain’t worthy
10 years in and a nigga still under 30
I’m feeling like an old man that failed at life
Got reincarnated to do it all again right (that’s how I feel)
So I’m treating every second like it’s an investment
Time is money, every second I’m collecting

Don’t ask me no stupid questions
“Are you still signed to YE?” questions, no Roc nation questions
Or who I’m dating questions, look, no more interviews
Unless you wanna talk about the music or something that has a different view
And not the shit that’s getting the hits and views
Words misconstrued with no credit, but you niggas approved

My mistakes are my biggest professors and learning life lessons
I realize it ain’t what you have, it’s what you feel, that’s what true success is
I am the one of one, after me there’s no successor

DON

BIG SEAN – Bounce Back

[Intro: Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’ma shoot you

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Don’t owe nobody, owe nobody
Always on the fuckin’ job, I got no hobbies
Got the city fuckin’ with me cause I’m homegrown
Vibin’ out more than my phone though
Leave me ‘lone, me on my own though
Look, I cut that bitch off like an edit
My daddy a G, it’s genetics (Straight up)
I heard ya new shit, it’s pathetic
Ya contract should be s-shredded
Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
Clique star studded like the Paramount mountain
Everything I do is righteous
Betting on me is the right risk
Even in a fucking crisis
I’m never on some switching sides shit
I switch gears to the night shift
Blacking out cause I’m enlightened
God talk to me in silence
But I hear him every time mane
(Thank you God, God bless you, thank you so much)

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Look, I woke up in beast mode
With my girl, that’s beauty and the beast though
Been top 5, these niggas sleep though
Only thing that sold out is the seats though (Never sold my soul, never will never have)
Nigga how dare you stand before me and not respect my authority
If you fuck with my glory I’ma drop the L and get gory
I done did everything expect worry
Hella drama, my life story
Faith of a mustard seed, I kept growing
I knew that this life was meant for me
Niggas change up more than wishin’ wells
Karma come around I’ll wish ’em well
Livin’ like I’m on a limitless pill
I kill the scene like I’m Denzel
Crazy like my jacket strapped up
Nigga I don’t act but I’ll act up
Brown paper bag like the lunch packed up
Back, back, back, back up
Nigga I’ma need like 10 feet
Or get stomped out with ten feet
I’ma always lose my temper
You cannot “count to ten” me
If I lose 1, I bounce back like 2, 3 did with 4, 5
Seen court rooms and court sides, ain’t too many seen both sides
Nigga fuck what you know
Nigga I’m takin’ back control
The under dog just turned into the wolf and the hunger steady grows
Yeah, I call shots while you call off
Never takin’ summer or fall off
When you stay that committed to it, you just fall down and never fall off

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

[Outro: Kanye West & Big Sean]
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bitch, bounce (Yeah)
Is you a real one?
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Don

TOVE LO – What I Want For The Night

[Verse 1]
Appreciate it
Touch me like you know what you do and what you don’t but I’m feeling jaded
Know your own love
I don’t fuck with no gloves so
Why complicate it?
Let me be your guide when you eat my pussy out ’cause
I’ve had one or two
Even a few
Yeah, more than you

[Pre-Chorus]
All these girls stare at me, drop lip
Dripping in harmony like fifth
Lay ’em down, feel ’em up
And they slide away, so easy
[Chorus]
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”
Why
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”
Why

[Verse 2]
They can’t fake it
Drying off the seat when they getting up to leave so (wet)
They get noticed
I’m better if they blunt
I don’t really wanna hunt so
Why complicate it?
I call it respect when you giving what you get so
Baby, spread your legs
I’ll do the same
Already cumming

[Pre-Chorus]
All these girls stare at me, drop lip
Dripping in harmony like fifth
Lay ’em down, feel ’em up
And they slide away, so easy

[Chorus]
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”
Why
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”
Why
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”

The Killers – Moonage Daydream

I’m an alligator, I’m a mama-papa coming for you
I’m the space invader, I’ll be a rock ‘n’ rollin’ bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut
You’re squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I’m busting up my brains for the words

Keep your ‘lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Don’t fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

Keep your ‘lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Freak out, far out, in out