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Kanye West – Highlights (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Young Thug and Kanye West]
High lights
Tell my baby I’m back in town
High lights
Tell everybody I’m back in town
High lights
Tell my baby I’m back in town
High lights
We only makin’ the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights
We only makin’ the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to only be highlights
Can we play that back one time?
And after that night I’m gon’ wanna play shit back, I don’t know
Sometimes I’m wishin’ that my dick had GoPro
So I could play that shit back in slo-mo
I just shot an amateur video; I think I should go pro
We only makin’ the highlights
We only makin’ the highlights
Tell my mama, tell my mama, that I only want my whole life to be mine

[Bridge: El Debarge]
One life, one night
High lights
Livin’ the life ’til I die

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I bet me and Ray J would be friends
If we ain’t love the same bitch
Yeah, he might have hit it first
Only problem is I’m rich
Uh
21 Grammys, superstar family
We the new Jacksons, I’m all about that action
I’m about that Farrakhan
Life is a marathon
I’ma shift the paradigm
I’ma turn up every time
I’ma bust a coach’s head open on some Diddy shit
If he ever talk to my son like an idiot
One time for a nigga really gettin’ it
Two times cause we got the whole city lit
Advice to all my niggas, impregnate Bridget
Soon as she have a baby she gon’ make another nigga
Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches hah?
Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian hah?
She spent her whole check on some Christians
And that girl ain’t even religious
Walkin’, livin’, breathin’, girl you know my past well
Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed
Blac Chyna fuckin’ Rob, help him with the weight
I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate
So when I’m on vacay, I need to kick back
What you want?
You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack?
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I need to know right know if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I need to know right know if you a freak or not

[Outro: The-Dream]
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
Oh lord, oh lord
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
Bad bitch up in Equinox
I want to know right know if you a freak or not
Oh lord, oh lord

Kanye West – Low Lights (The Life Of Pablo Album)

You want me to give you a testimony about my life, and how good he’s been to me. I don’t know what to tell you about him, I love him so much with all my heart and my soul with every bone in my body I love him so much because he’s done so much for me.

Every morning, every day of my life. I won’t always be crying tears in the middle of the night, and I won’t always have to wake up by myself wondering how I’m gonna get through the day. I won’t always have to think about what I’m gonna do and how I’m gonna, how I’m gonna make it, how I’m gonna get there, because he… he’s gonna be there for me. Some day the sky above will open up and he will reach out his hand and guide me through, oh yes he will. I won’t always be crying these tears. I won’t always be feeling so blue. Some day, he will open up the door for me and call my name. Some day he will. I don’t know if anybody understands what that feels like.

No matter what you’ve been through or where you’ve been he’s always there, with his arms open wide accepting me for who I am and I love him so much, I couldn’t do it without him I wouldn’t want to. I’m crying now, it feels so good to be free, to be accepted for who you are and loved no matter what, oh lord thank you, you are the joy of my life.

Kanye West – Feedback (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same uh that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

Kanye West – Famous (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Rihanna + Kanye West]
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock

[Verse 1: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (God damn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see ’em in the streets give ’em Kanye’s best
Why? They mad they ain’t famous (God damn)
They mad they’re still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can’t seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (God damn)
Yeah we still hood famous

[Hook: Rihanna + Swizz Beatz]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr West! Oh, he’s up!
I just wanted you to know

[Verse 2: Kanye West + Swizz Beatz]
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin’
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin’
She be Puerto Rican day parade wavin’
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die

[Hook: Rihanna]
I just wanted you to know

[Bridge: Sister Nancy + Swizz Beatz]
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
‘ey what a bam bam
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam eh
Bam bam, bam bam
Let me see your middle finger in the air
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
How you feelin’, how you feelin, how you feelin’ in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam
One thing you can’t do is stop us now
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
You can’t stop the thing now
‘ey what a bam bam
Man it’s way too late, it’s way too late, it’s way too late you can’t fuck with us
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
To the left, to the right
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this
‘ey what a bam bam
Bam bam, bam bam
Bam bam dilla, bam bam

[Outro: Nina Simone]
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know

Kanye West – Father Stretch My Hands (Pt. 2) (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro]
(Perfect)
Ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I go, I go, ay ay, I go
Up in the morning, miss you bad
Sorry I ain’t called you back
The same problem my father had
All his time, all he had, all he had
In what he dreamed
All his cash, market crashed
Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that
Drops some stacks pops is good
Momma pass in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my soul
Driving fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was broke
‘Member we all was broke
‘Member I’m coming back
I’ll be taking all the stacks

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I’m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I’m the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me

[Bridge: Kanye West]
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
Taking all the stacks, oh
Stacks, oh
Taking all the stacks, oh

[Verse 3: Desiigner]
I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner
Whole bunch of lavish shit
They be asking round town who be clappin shit
I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killing on camera

[Bridge: Caroline Shaw]
How can I find you?
Who do you turn to?
How do I bind you?

[Outro: Pastor T. L. Barrett]
If I don’t turn to you
No other help I know, I stretch my hands

Kanye West – Ultralight Beam (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Natalie is Great (Mother)]
(Yes, God)
We don’t want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord)
We want the lord (Yes, Jesus)
And that’s it (Yes, God)
Hallej- hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus)
Jesus praise the Lord (Yes God)
Hallelujah, God (Yes, God)
We don’t want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord)
We want the lord (Yes, Jesus)
And that’s it (Yes, God)
Hallej- hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus)
Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God)

[Hook 1: Kanye West & The-Dream]
I’m tryna keep my faith
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
This is everything
Deliver us serenity
Deliver us peace
Deliver us loving
We know we need it
You know we need it
You know we need it
That’s why we need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris
Pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
Everything (Thing, thing, thing)

[Refrain: The-Dream & Choir]
I’m tryna keep my faith
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war
I’m tryna keep my faith

[Verse 1: Kelly Price (Choir)]
So why send depression not blessings?
Why, oh why’d you do me wrong? (More)
You persecute the weak
Because it makes you feel so strong
(To save) Don’t have much strength to fight
So I look to the light
(Lord) To make these wrongs turn right
Head up high, I look to the light
Hey, cause I know that you’ll make everything alright
And I know that you’ll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the light

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
When they come for you, I will shield your name
I will field their questions, I will feel your pain
They don’t know, they don’t
They don’t know, they don’t know
Foot on the Devil’s neck ’til they drifted Pangaea
I’m moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina
I been this way since Arthur was anteater
Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap the bam
Tryna snap photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia, you can’t see her
You can feel the lyrics and spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
He said let’s do a good ass job with Chance three
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bars so hard
That there ain’t one gosh darn part you can’t tweet
This is my part, nobody else speak
This is my part, nobody else speak
This little light of mine
Glory be to God, yeah
I’mma make sure that they go where they can’t go
If they don’t wanna ride I’mma still give them raincoats
Know what God said when he made the first rainbow
Just throw this at the end if I’m too late for the intro
Ugh, I’m just having fun with it
You know that a nigga was lost
I laugh in my head
Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt
Ugh, cause they’ll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light
Look at lil Chano from 79

[Hook 2: Kanye West]
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
Everything

[Refrain: The-Dream (Natalie Is Great) & Choir]
(Yes, God
Hallelujah)
I’m tryna keep my faith
(Yes, Jesus)
But I’m looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war

[Outro: Kirk Franklin & Choir]
Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they’re not good enough. This prayer’s for everybody that feels like they’re too messed up. For everyone that feels they’ve said "I’m sorry" too many times. You can never go too far when you can’t come back home again. That’s why I need…
Faith, more, safe, war

Kanye West – Father Stretch My Hands (Pt. 1) (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Pastor T.L. Barrett]
You’re the only power
You’re the only power that can
You’re the only power
You’re the only power that can, ohhhh
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh

[Future]
If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Beautiful morning, you’re the sun in my morning babe
Nothing unwanted
Beautiful morning, you’re the sun in my morning babe
Nothing unwanted

[Bridge: Kanye West]
Just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
If I ever instigated I’m sorry
Tell me who in here can relate, I, I, I

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now if I fuck this model
And she just bleached her asshole
And I get bleach on my T-shirt
I’mma feel like an asshole
I was high when I met her
We was down in Tribeca
She get under your skin if you let her
She get under your skin if you-uh
I don’t even want to talk about it
I don’t even want to talk about it
I don’t even want to say nothing
Everybody gon’ say something
I’d be worried if they said nothing
Remind me where I know you from?
She looking like she owe you some
You know just what we want
I want to wake up with you in my eyes

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Beautiful morning, you’re the sun in my morning babe
Nothing unwanted
Beautiful morning, you’re the sun in my morning babe
Nothing unwanted

[Bridge: Kanye West]
Just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I
If I ever instigated I’m sorry
Tell me who in here can relate, I, I, I

Fergie – M.I.L.F. $ (Sub Español)

[Fergie]
You got that
(You got that)
You got that MILF money!
I got that
I got that
I got that MILF money!
You got that
You got that
You got that MILF money!
I got that
I got that

I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money…

Heard you in the mood for a little milkshake
Welcome to the dairy dutchess love factory
I could whip it up, fix you up straight away
Come on in the front door, love in the back door
Whip it, flip it, hey!

Been working extra service to give it to ya
Didn’t mean to make you nervous you motherfucker

You got that
(You got that)
You got that MILF money!
I got that
I got that
I got that MILF money…
I got that MILF money…
I got that MILF money…

Me and the girls, up in the club
Hating ass hoes but I don’t give a fuck
Running them up
I been working all week, now where the hell is my drink?
Hair and nails is on fleek
All my girls on fleek

I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
Do you know what that means?
Can’t see me, D-O-R-K
I’m P-A-I-D
You heard about me, I’m saying

You got that
You got that
You got that MILF money!
I got that
I got that
I got that MILF money!
You got that
You got that
You got that MILF money!
I got that
I got that
I got that MILF money!

I’ve been wearin’ this up
I’ve been tippin’ this cup
I’ve been waiting my turn
I’ve been working so hard
Got my spirit turnt up and I can’t stop now
I’ve been running so long
I been vibing so strong
I want it, I need it, I got it for real
I love it, I want it
I feel it, it’s real
And mama I did it, it’s time to hear me
Man I did it, don’t forget it, motherfucker I’m ill

Now lemme see you milkshake
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
Lemme see you milkshake
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money

(I got that MILF money…)

Been working extra service to give it to ya
Didn’t mean to make you nervous
To give it to ya

(You motherf*cker…)

METRICKZ – Raw (Raw EP)

[Part 1]
Sie gaben mir ’ne Kick, Drum und Snare, Geigen in Staccato
Synthesizer wie Tornados
Denn ich kam aus dem Nichts bis hier her im weißen Murciélago
Und suche Streit wie die NATO
Du denkst, du bist wie ich und machst auf Indie, aber nada
Denn ich war schon ganz vorne, als noch niemand von euch da war
Ich bin wie die Sonne, meine Stimme Intifada
Junge, jeder meiner Feinde wird vernichtet von der Lava
Es wird endlich wieder RAW, endgegen jeder Norm
Kämpfen wie ein Löwe, aber leben wie ein Lord
Und ich hebe mich empor, Genetik Mesomorph
Schon damals sah’n die größten der Propheten es hervor
Mann, sie könn’n nicht unterscheiden zwischen Wahrheit oder Lüge
Keinem zu vertrauen, ist meine Art der Attitüde
Designe meinen Sound in einer atomaren Wüste
Und zermalme euch zu Staub durch meine Nanokatalyse
Bin der Anfang einer rabenschwarzen Ära, Nostradamus
Deutscher Rap bis dato noch im pränatalen Status
Vergleiche mich mit Plato oder jemandem wie Pablo
Die epochale Warnung vor der zehnten Offenbarung

[Hook]
Es wird endlich wieder RAW
Kä-Kämpfen wie ein Löwe, aber leben wie ein Lord, ich-ich zeige keine Reue (keine Reue)
Es wird endlich wieder RAW
Kämpfen wie, wie ein Löwe, aber leben wie ein Lord

[Part 2]
Ich schlage wie ein Blitz um mich her, sie biten meinen Typus
Doch ich bleib’ für sie ein Mythos
Ich bin aufm Trip zu den Stern’n und steiger’ mich im Zyklus
Verfasse Reime auf Papyrus
Mann, wegen mei’m Charakter kollabier’n sie in der Cypher
Niemand der mich packen, kontrollier’n oder sign’n kann
Alles, was ich mache, absolvier’ ich im Alleingang
Und mich zu überschatten, ist wie Schießen auf ’ne Steinwand
Sie woll’n Liebeslieder, doch ich bin nicht Justin Bieber
Mann, alle bleiben häng’n auf meiner Single „Valentina“
Ich steig’ aus dem Inferno und verändere das Klima
Denn ich lass’ die Atmosphäre hier verbrenn’n wie Gasolina
Wenn du denkst, wir wären Freunde, ist das pure Blasphemie
Ich zeige keine Reue, lad’ die Kugel nach und schieß’
Sie bauen mir ein Gebäude vor dem Louvre in Paris
Denn ich bin sowas wie ein Gott für diese Huren von MCs
X-Plosive, gib den Beat, denn ich zerbombe diese Enemies
Und wenn noch einer von euch Opfern wieder Welle schiebt
Haltet ihr Krüppel euren Kopf hin so wie Kennedy
Denn ich bin ein Verbrecher wie die Rockefeller-Family

[Hook]
Es wird endlich wieder RAW
Kämpfen wie ein Löwe, aber leben wie ein Lord, ich-ich zeige keine Reue (keine Reue)
Es wird endlich wieder RAW
Kämpfen wie, wie ein Löwe, aber leben wie ein Lord
Es wird eindlich wieder RAW

METRICKZ – Stadt Ohne Skyline (Raw EP)

[Hook] (2x)
Und ich laufe durch die Slums dieser Eiszeit
Ich kam aus dem Nichts, ohne Sunset und Nightlife
Meine Gegend fourty-nine und ich bleib’, bleib’
Immer noch der Junge aus der Stadt ohne Skyline

[Part 1]
In jeder Nacht, in der ich wach bin und nicht schlafen kann
Schreib’ ich paar Reime, so hat praktisch alles angefangen
Ich saß alleine da, fanatisch im Gedankengang
Und aus der Armut wurd’ ein Traum wie durch ein Anagramm
Mann, dass ich Indie bin, verwechseln sie mit Schwäche
Weil ich mich niemals verbiege und mit Rappern nicht connecte
„Keine Liebe für die Faker“, ist im Endeffekt die Message
Und du kriegst immer noch kein Feature, weil du wack bist
Weißt du noch „Weil sie uns lieben“ auf CD?
Das allererste Mal ’nen lila Schein im Portemonnaie
Zu der Zeit wusste keiner, was da eigentlich noch geht
Ultravio, Kamikaze, Mann, dein Neid ist schon okay, yeah
Auf meinem Weg hab’ ich die Aussicht von nem Jetpilot
Doch unterschreibe keine Klauseln in dei’m Chefbüro
Denn was ich mach’, geht automatisch durch die Decke, Bro
Sneaker sind so weiß wie das Haus von einem Eskimo

[Hook] (2x)
Und ich laufe durch die Slums dieser Eiszeit
Ich kam aus dem Nichts, ohne Sunset und Nightlife
Meine Gegend fourty-nine und ich bleib’, bleib’
Immer noch der Junge aus der Stadt ohne Skyline

[Part 2]
Ich kaufte mir mein erstes Mikrofon auf Raten
Und heute fragen mich die Wichser, wie wir uns vermarkten
Denn damals dachte wirklich niemand, dass wir charten
Jetzt hab’ ich ein Domizil mit einem riesengroßen Garten
Den schwarzen Beamer in der Tiefgarage parken
Mann, ich reise von Berlin über Paris nach Kopenhagen
Zum nächsten Meeting und kann wieder mal nicht schlafen
Vierzigtausend Euro Netto für ein Video in den Staaten
Man könnte sagen die Erfolge sprechen Bände
Denn wenn ich wollte, wär’ ich wie mein Vater schon in Rente
Ich brauch’ kein Deal und keine goldverzierten Wände
Mein Leben anthrazit ohne die farbigen Akzente
So viele Rapper schmier’n mir Honig um das Maul
Timberwolf-Teppich vor der Wohnzimmercouch
Kripo observiert und nimmt Phantombilder auf
Doch wir knipsen deine Lichter mit ’ner Schrotflinte aus, yeah!

[Hook] (2x)
Und ich laufe durch die Slums dieser Eiszeit
Ich kam aus dem Nichts, ohne Sunset und Nightlife
Meine Gegend fourty-nine und ich bleib’, bleib’
Immer noch der Junge aus der Stadt ohne Skyline

[Outro]
Immer-immer-immer noch der Junge aus der Stadt ohne Skyline
A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aus der Armut wird ein Traum wie durch ein Anagramm
I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i immer noch der Junge aus der Stadt ohne Skyline
A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aus der Armut wird ein Traum wie durch ein Anagramm

METRICKZ – Everest (Raw EP)

[Part 1]
Ich passe zu dir, du passt zu mir
Nur die Vernunft nicht so zu uns
Spielerisch leicht und jugendlich dumm
Geh’n wir zu weit und dreh’n uns nicht um
Immer auf Streit nachts um halb drei
Schrei’n wie verrückt, bis die Nachbarn uns hör’n
Die Wände sind dünn, doch das ist dir gleich
Solang’ bis wir all uns’re Sachen zerstör’n
Ich sehe dich an und sehe dir an
Dass du nicht so cool bist wie du grade denkst
Denn diese Distanz, sie geht dir zu nah
Und lässt dich so tun als ob du mich nicht kennst
Ich bin nur an Orten, an den’n du nie bist
Doch rede mit Freunden fast nur über dich
Und sage zu all’n, dass ich dich nicht vermiss’
Obwohl ich so Angst hab’, dass du mich vergisst
So langsam begreif’ ich, was mit uns passiert
Wir sind dabei, uns ein Stück zu verlier’n
Ich geh’ auf dich zu und ich rücke zu dir
Doch du drehst dich nur mit dem Rücken zu mir
Sag mir nie wieder, „Wir halten zusamm’n!“!
Sag mir nie wieder, „Wir bleiben zusamm’n!“!
Sag mir nie wieder, „Wir beide zusamm’n
Gegen die Welt!“ Und reich mir nicht die Hand!
Ich glaube, für dich war „für immer“ nicht ewig
Ich glaube, für mich war „für immer“ zu wenig
Fühl’ mich gefangen im silbernen Käfig
Obwohl ich seit Tagen fast nur unterwegs bin
Und wenn ich sage: „Es ist schon erträglich!“
Lüg’ ich mich an, aber scheiter’ vergeblich
Kann nicht so tun als ob alles okay ist, denn (denn) …

[Hook]
Dich zu vergessen ist mein Everest
Du siehst mich an und ich stürz’ achttausend Fehler tief
Ich fall’ zu Boden, denn im Endeffekt
Krall’ ich mich fest an einem Konjunktiv mit allem, was wir sein hätten könn’n
Du bist mein Everest
Nur wegen dir war ich trotz Höhenangst auf Wolke sieben
Ich fall’ zu Boden, denn im Endeffekt
Halt’ ich mich fest an trüben Konjunktiven und hör’ nicht auf, in meinem Träum’n zu fliegen

[Part 2]
Keine Wärme, du bist außer dir
Und jedem geht es gut damit, außer mir
Wo wir stehen, kann ich kaum kapier’n
Denn ich steh’ neben mir und du bist kaum noch hier
Mann, ich wünsche mir die Zeit umzukehr’n
Dass du bei mir bist und alles wie in Zeitlupe wär’
Was wir tun, ist nicht leicht zu erklär’n
Wie wir sind, ist für kein’n von uns fair
Früher war da einma’ mehr zwischen uns, doch
Mittlerweile liegt ein Meer zwischen uns
Wie lange geht das hin und her zwischen uns noch?
Ich glaube wir beide komm’n nie mehr zur Vernunft
Jeden Tag unterwegs ohne dich
Und ich weiß nicht, mit wem du dich triffst
Deine Art ist ein Rätsel für mich
Denn ich kann schon zu lang’ nicht versteh’n wie du bist
Sag mir nicht, dass du mich nicht vergisst
Schreib mir nicht, dass du mich nicht vermisst
Ist schon gut, doch behalt das für dich
Denn das Bett zwischen uns beiden ist einfach zu trist
Wenn du meinst, du bist nicht mehr mit mir
Kann es sein, dass ich das akzeptier’
Und ich werd’ wegen dir keine einzige Träne
Mehr wein’n und die Fassung verlier’n
Denn für dich war „für immer“ nicht ewig
Und für mich war „für immer“ zu wenig
Bin gefangen im silbernen Käfig
Obwohl ich seit Tagen fast nur unterwegs bin
Wenn ich sag’: „Das ist für mich erledigt!“
Will ich’s glauben, doch scheiter’ vergeblich
Kann so tun, als ob alles okay ist, doch (doch) …

[Hook]
Dich zu vergessen ist mein Everest
Du siehst mich an und ich stürz’ achttausend Fehler tief
Ich fall zu Boden, denn im Endeffekt
Krall ich mich fest an einem Konjunktiv mit allem was wir sein hätten können
Du bist mein Everest
Nur wegen dir war ich trotz Höhenangst auf Wolke sieben
Ich fall zu Boden, denn im Endeffekt
Halt ich mich fest an trüben Konjuktiven und hör nicht auf in meinen Träumen zu fliegen

METRICKZ – Burj Khalifa (Raw EP)

[Intro: Metrickz]
J-j-j-j-jetzt ist Schluss mit lustig!
K-K-Kampfansage

[Part 1: Metrickz]
Ich bin ein Indie-Phänomen, das Star sein in den Gen’n
Mehr Cash als du je haben wirst in meinem Portemonnaie
Bitches im BMW, im schwarzen Gran Coupé
John Gotti, Chapo, El Diablo, Frank Sinatra B
Will so viel Macht, dass mir nie wieder jemand widerspricht
Will so viel Macht, dass ich dir sag’, ab wann du wieder sprichst
Bin niemals down mit einer Hoe wie deiner Mutter
Bitches aus Moskau mit ’ner Haut so weiß wie Zucker
Dicka, Multi, Mios, frag die GEMA
Immer mit der Gang und ich jag’ das Paper
Attentäter, Shots auf Hater
Muskelbepackt, so wie Dark Vegeta
Kein Plan, wer du Bastard bist
„Schick ma’ kein’ Part ein!“ – denn ich mach’ da nicht mit
Immer getarnt wie die Mafia, du Bitch!
Keiner kommt klar auf mein’n Angebertrip
Paparazzi werfen Blicke durch die Jalousie
An­ti­pa­thie für deine Clique und alles, was du liebst
Du machst dein Job und ich dein Mädchen klar – Nymphomanie
Nur Hits in meiner Wikipedia – Diskographie

[Hook: Metrickz] (2x)
Mein Hype ist größer als der Burj Khalifa
Mehr Vermögen als ein Bundesligafußballspieler
Deutsche Rapper sind nur unbeliebtes Ungeziefer
Genau deswegen kriegst du Hurensohn auch nie ein Feature, yeah

[Part 2: Richter]
Lass mich in Ruh’ mit dei’m Gelaber, ich und du hab’n nix gemeinsam
Bei mir läuft wie Usain Bolt, deine Crew versinkt im Treibsand
Ihr seid alle down mit jedem, der gerade bisschen Hype hat
Und verkauft dafür die Menschen in den Straßen eurer Heimat
Mein Talent ist nicht mehr greifbar, ich kann das, woran du scheiterst
Wenn’s drauf ankam und es Streit gab, stand ich meistens ganz allein da
Vor ein paar Jahren dachten Neider, ich und David kommen nicht weiter
Dicka, heute wär’ die Eins mit ’ner Kollabo viel zu einfach
Mann, ich fick die Welt, Attentäter
Iimmer noch ich paar Jahre später
Killershit Richter, keine Gegner
Ficke das Biz mit einer Feder
Habe keine Zeit für das Interview
Du bist in der Juice, ich bin in der Booth
Und mach’ Raptraks
Doubletime perfekt – du schaust behindert zu
Wir geh’n auf iTunes auf die Eins mit uns’rer Dancerline
Du stehst am Treffpunkt für das Meeting, ich bin längst daheim
Leg’ mich ins Bett, wenn meine Feinde brav zur Arbeit fahren
Yeah, jetzt ist Schluss mit lustig – K-K-Kampfansage

[Hook: Metrickz] (2x)
Mein Hype ist größer als der Burj Khalifa
Mehr Vermögen als ein Bundesligafußballspieler
Deutsche Rapper sind nur unbeliebtes Ungeziefer
Genau deswegen kriegst du Hurensohn auch nie ein Feature, yeah

METRICKZ – Villa (feat. Raf Camora) (Raw EP)

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
Personne l’avait cru, mais pourtant je l’avais dit
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
La famille m’a dit de rester, mais qui reste à la ville ?
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
Si je les avais écoutés, j’serai encore en train de traîner
Seul dans mon block, calibre dans les poches

[Part 1: Metrickz]
Als Kind hab’ ich geträumt von ‘nem nagelneuen Beamer
Heute lass’ ich mir komplette Wagenhäuser liefern
„Ich warte nur auf Streit“ galt schon damals in der Kita
Und sagte: „Tut mir leid, wir vertragen uns nie wieder!“
Dicka, du machst auf der Schule mit dein’ Airmax auf cool
Ich habe ein paar Schuhe, die mehr wert sind als du
Ich trage eine Uhr, die mehr wert ist als du
Und sogar meine Frisur ist zehnmal mehr wert als du
Man ich laufe mit Kapuze durch die Wüste von Nevada wie Assassin’s Creed
Und mach mehr Kohle als ein Zahnarzt, nur mit Rapmusik
Alles Nutten die jetzt blasen beim Geschäftstermin
Man ich fühl mich wie Obama – Präsidentensuite
Sneaker blenden wie ein Leuchtfeuerstrahl
Ich kauf’ Häuser während, du für deinen Volkswagen sparst, Junge
Wir überfall’n dich in voll Camouflage
Wenn ich sterbe dann im Gold Sarkophag

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
Personne l’avait cru, mais pourtant je l’avais dit
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
La famille m’a dit de rester, mais qui reste à la ville ?
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
Si je les avais écoutés, j’serai encore en train de traîner
Seul dans mon block, calibre dans les poches

[Part 2: Metrickz]
Keine Sympathie, deswegen mach ma’ nicht auf Bruder
Immer wutgeladen so als wär’ mein Name Glurak
Treib mit mir kein’ Schabernack, du hijo de la puta
Sonst hol’ ich deine Freundin nach der Arbeit ab von Douglas
Denn ich war schon als Kind so ignorant wie die Yakuza
Checke nach dem Meeting ein paar Schlampen ab bei Hooters
Weil jede bei mir landen will als wäre ich ein Flugplatz
Sei ma’ nicht beleidigt weil du nicht in meine Crew passt
Denn ich komm’ in Club und sie erkenn’ mich an der Aura
Bin immer mit der Family und häng’ nicht mit dir V-Mann
Du und deine Freunde machen Welle wie ein Staudamm
Doch eure schwul’n Allüren enden heute mit ‘nem Trauma
Das Ultravio-Geld ist investiert in Immobilien
Jedes Video von mir ist wie ein Spielfilm
Niemand da, der mit mir streiten oder Krieg will
Vertreibe Merchandise mit meinem Zeichen auf Textilien

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
Personne l’avait cru, mais pourtant je l’avais dit
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
La famille m’a dit de rester, mais qui reste à la ville ?
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
Si je les avais écoutés, j’serai encore en train de traîner
Seul dans mon block, calibre dans les poches

[Part 3: RAF Camora]
Ah! RA!
Familie ist safe, Schwester ist safe
Geld für die Besten der Besten ist safe
Alfa ist safe, Mama ist safe
Den Porsche bald in der Garage ist safe
Geld ist im Safe, hab’s selten gezählt
Denn es kommt und es geht (und es geht)
Mein Sex immer safe, die Welt ist auf Aids
Abhängig von Werbebudgets, ah
Am Mexico-Space check’ ich die Mails
Feature mit Metrickz am Track ist gesavt
Hässliche Baes woll’n mir etwas erzähl’n
Alle hab’n die Wahrheit gefressen, doch seht
Wo ich bin, wieder am Kiez
Sitze am Balkon, komponiere, mach’ Hits
Liege im Bett, schreib’ Parts, pick’ Beats
Und fick’ diese Welt, bis die Slut mich liebt

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
Personne l’avait cru, mais pourtant je l’avais dit
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
La famille m’a dit de rester, mais qui reste à la ville ?
Seul dans ma villa (seul dans ma villa)
Si je les avais écoutés, j’serai encore en train de traîner
Seul dans mon block, calibre dans les poches

Martin Garrix – Hold On & Believe (feat. The Federal Empire) (Seven EP)

[Verse 1]
I thought my heart was gone
After I lost it all
Felt I was falling down
Still I chose to be proud
Until I hit the ground

[Pre-Chorus]
You got me back on my feet again
You said that lovers come and may go
You said that time will pass but I’ll stay your friend
I’ll help you up when you feel alone

[Chorus]
I was lonely
But after all you told me I’d be okay
Cause friends are worth a whole lot more than money
Hope that everyone has felt like me
Hold on and believe

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
I was lonely
But after all you told me I’d be okay
Cause friends are worth a whole lot more than money
Hope that everyone has felt like me
Hold on and believe

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
I started looking back
At all I used to have
I never felt so low
Where did everyone go
When I need them most

[Pre-Chorus]
You got me back on my feet again
You said that lovers come and may go
You said that time will pass but I’ll stay your friend
I’ll help you up when you feel alone

[Chorus]
I was lonely
But after all you told me I’d be okay
Cause friends are worth a whole lot more than money
Hope that everyone has felt like me
Hold on and believe

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
I was lonely
But after all you told me I’d be okay
Cause friends are worth a whole lot more than money
Hope that everyone has felt like me
Hold on and believe

[Instrumental]

Martin Garrix – Together (Seven EP)

[Verse 1]
Diamonds in the dust
That is all we are
Some of us give up
Some dream of the stars

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a change in the wind that’s blowing
And I’ve still got blood in my heart
Though we might not know where we’re going
I promise we’ll never be apart

[Chorus]
Just pick me up
And never let me go
We don’t need much
As long as we’re together, together, together
(Together, together, together)
(Together, together, together)
We don’t need much
As long as we’re together, together, together

[Post-Chorus]
As long as we’re together, together, together
As long as we’re together, together, together

[Verse 2]
Heads under the sun
Wait for night to fall
Some get what they want
Some they lose it all

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s a change in the wind that’s blowing
And we’ve still got blood in our hearts
Though we might not know where we’re going
I promise we’ll never be apart

[Chorus]
Just pick me up
And never let me go
We don’t need much
As long as we’re together, together, together
(Together, together, together)
(Together, together, together)
(Together, together, together)
(Together, together, together)
(Together, together, together)
(Together, together, together)
We don’t need much
As long as we’re together, together, together

[Post-Chorus]
As long as we’re together, together, together

Martin Garrix – Make Up Your Mind (Seven EP)

Hey girls be boys superstar DJs There we go
Hey girls be boys superstar DJs There we go
Hey girls be boys superstar DJs There we go
Hey girls be boys superstar DJs There we go

[Instrumental]

Make up your and make up your soul

[Instrumental]

Make up your and make up your soul
Make up your and make up your soul

[Instrumental]

Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul
Make up your mind and make up your soul

Make up your and make up your soul

[Instrumental]

Kate Voege – Free & Wild (Canyonlands Album)

[Verse 1]
I’m running faster than I ever have in my life
But I don’t know where to
My reckless heart is beating hard, ain’t got no idea why
Why should I have to?

[Pre-Chorus]
Sticks and stones and open roads roll beneath my feet
But you and me that’s how we’ll always be

[Chorus]
We’re free and wild, time is on our side
The sweet, sweet music of laughing till we cry
The road is always long, but one step at a time
We’ll keep on dreaming till everything’s alright
We’re free and wild

[Verse 2]
Woke up with flowers in my hair
I feel like a child again
I breathe in the canyon air, let the wind whisper in my ear
Cause it knows where I’ve been

[Pre-Chorus]
I walk the map and magic happens rambling through this land
So all I know on holy ground we stand

[Chorus]
We’re free and wild, time is on our side
The sweet, sweet music of laughing till we cry
The road is always long, but one step at a time
We’ll keep on dreaming till everything’s alright
We’re free and wild

[Pre-Chorus]
Sticks and stones and open roads roll beneath my feet
But you and me that’s how we’ll always be

[Chorus]
Free and wild, time is on our side
The sweet, sweet music of laughing till we cry
The road is always long, but one step at a time
We’ll keep on dreaming till everything’s alright

We’re free and wild, time is on our side
The sweet, sweet music of laughing till we cry
The road is always long, but one step at a time
We’ll keep on dreaming till everything’s alright
We’re free and wild, free and wild, we’re free and wild

Kate Voege – Not The Only One (Canyonlands Album)

[Verse 1]
I see you throwing your hands up
Putting your head down, letting the air out
I see you’re burning that bridge now
Wishing you’d turn round, I’m not the only one

[Pre-Chorus]
You gotta know, gotta know tonight
You gotta know, gotta know tonight
You gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, that I

[Chorus]
I’m someone who loves you, someone who loves you
And I’m not the only one
Said, I’m someone who loves you, someone who loves you
And I’m not the only one

[Verse 2]
You’re someone that I can’t lose
I want what’s best for you and I know the day will come
When you finally believe it
You’ll look up and see that I’m not the only one

[Pre-Chorus]
You gotta know, gotta know tonight
You gotta know, gotta know tonight
You gotta know, gotta know, gotta know, that I

[Chorus]
I’m someone who loves you, someone who loves you
And I’m not the only one
Yeah, I’m someone who loves you, someone who loves you
And I’m not the only one

[Bridge]
We’re in this thing together

[Chorus]
I’m someone who loves you, someone who loves you
And I’m not the only one
I’m someone who loves you, someone who loves you
And I’m not the only one, I’m not the only one

Kate Voege – Sun Will Rise (Canyonlands Album)

[Verse 1]
I felt the ocean closing in around me
I was lost and I was drowning
I could hear the water pounding, surrounding me

[Pre-Chorus]
I was swallowed up in my despair, a pain I’ve never known
Oh, I’m sinking but I’m not made of stone

[Chorus]
And I hold onto hope, I’m not alone
I know my faith will take me home
And I’m going to fight harder than I cry, yeah

Love is enough, I won’t give up
I’m going to hold my head above
I believe that even through the darkest night
The sun will rise, oh

[Verse 2]
I get the no sign
Now and then that it’s too late, oh
And the world can be a cruel place
But I’m holding out for new days, yeah and I break the chain, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause I can feel the darkness lift, the truth is going to shine
And until then, I know that I’ll survive

[Chorus]
And I hold onto hope, I’m not alone
I know my faith will take me home
And I’m going to fight harder than I cry, yeah

Love is enough, I won’t give up
I’m going to hold my head above
I believe that even through the darkest night
The sun will rise, oh, oh, oh

[Bridge]
When I open up my eyes, and I’m looking to sky
And I know that it’s about that time, oh

[Chorus]
And I hold onto hope, I’m not alone
I know my faith will take me home
And I’m going to fight harder than I cry, yeah

Love is enough, I won’t give up
I’m going to hold my head above
I believe that even through the darkest night
The sun will rise, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh yeah, the sun will rise, oh, oh, oh

Bishop Lamont – Un-American (feat. Ryu & Apathy) (The Reformation G.D.N.I.A.F.T Album)

[Intro (parts of President Dwight D. Eisenhower’s Farewell Address Jan. 17, 1961)]
Good evening my fellow Americans. First I would like to express my gratitude to the radio and television networks for the opportunities they have given me over the years to bring reports and messages to our nation. We annually spend on military security alone more than the net income of all United States corporations. Now this conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence — economic, political, even spiritual — is felt in every city, every Statehouse, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet, we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources, and livelihood are all involved. So is the very structure of our society. In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence – whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex

[Verse 1: Ryu]
My country tis of thee sweet land of misery
Donald Trump and his trickery, Fox’s toxicity
War mongering fuck bois crisscrossin the continent beggin for votes
Murder they wrote-blood on the documents
Raise the prices. Cook up another crisis
Fuck it-you gotta love it. The government funded ISIS
Nothin every changes. Same story as last month. You wanna know the price of freedom? Look at the gas pump
2 dollars 3 dollars 4 dollars 5
Die motherfucker! Die motherfucker!
Fine
This year- lets get it over with. Send me back to Jehova
Away from these xenophobic police worshipin chauvinists
Secrets in plain sight thinking nobody notices
Until we cut the head off the snake and drink the cobra spit
Who’s the real terrorist
Flag drippin with arrogance for me to say nothin about it is un-American

[Hook x2: Apathy]
School book (light em up) Government (burn em down)
Seems like a riot every time I turn around (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again

[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
Welcome citizens and 2nd class citizens
Aka minorities, refugees illegal, aliens
Homosexuals, Women, Faiths of foreign religions
Don’t you just love this nation you’re livin in
Our Uncle Sam is a drunk racist pedophile
Drug dealer, Drug abuser, pill popper
Heroin user, Lean, cocaine methamphetamine
Cymbalta, cialis, Humira
All that shit he sells you on your tv screen
Got u pumped up, drugged up, to keep you down
While the cost of living goes up
Without enough good jobs to go around
The same foreigners you hate
America gave’em ya jobs
Laid you off to cut cost
Then pointed the finger across seas
Like it wasn’t they fault
Huh, huh
It’s nothin new
This ain’t brand new
It’s the same ol tactics
Give you dummies someone to blame
Mislead you
Leave you distracted
Let’s talk about Bill Cosby, Benghazi
Kim kardashian’s ass again, Caitlyn Jenner
Turn on your tv some new scandal with a celebrity at the center
Another mass shooting
Domestic terrorist while you eating dinner
It’s always Muslims
Even when it ain’t Muslims
We’ll draw a picture of the prophet Muhammad and spit on it
We’ll hang Jesus Christ upside down and piss on it
Division through religions is strictly for economics
We don’t believe in either
Swear to nimrod I promise
Only to the almighty dollar do we pay homage
Your country one big corporation it’s all for profit

[Hook x2: Apathy]
School book (light em up) Government (burn em down)
Seems like a riot every time I turn around (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again

[Verse 3: Ryu]
Hide your poor and your huddled masses
White trash, wet backs, and ghetto bastards
Make em flag wavin slaves for minimum wage fascists
Claimin to keep you safe til the taliban invades Calabasas
I guess it could happen and anything is possible if Bruce Jenner can turn himself into Jessica Rabbit
Its plausible to think we’re on the brink of extinction
It stinks. We know the truth but can’t make the distinction
The lies are too sexy. Their deception is asinine
Your hard earned tax dollars killin children in Palestine
Its hard to swallow like water from Flint Michigan
The people have spoken. The politicians ain’t listenin
Overcrowdin the prisons. Multi Billions in business
You get popped. They get paid. They want you locked in the system
Its a war on our citizens. You tell me who the terrorist
But for me to say nothin about it is un-American

[Outro: Bishop Lamont]
You know what’s really un-American? America as a whole
Its nothin but a bunch of hypocritical shit. You see everybody out here trippin off votin for Trump or votin for Bernie or votin for Hillary. Like these motherfuckers give a fuck about what you goin through in your life. The reality of it is: ain’t no one motherfuckin person that you vote for gone change our nation for us. Its all about makin money. Its based on makin money. If you want to see real change: you gotta start in your own house. In your own neighborhood. In your own city. If we don’t fix it-ain’t shit gone get fixed. Ask yourself: are you really free? Are you livin the American Dream?

Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray – H.G.H (The Gatekeeper And The Keymaster Album)

[Verse 1: C. Ray]
Pull the plug on ’em when the super start to kick in
And my shirt’ll get to ripping got me feeling like I’m Bane
And I’m looking for a victim and I sure know how to pick ’em
Watch I run up on the weight to see how quick they get the fade
You can bet I rep a set but I don’t gangbang homie
On the bench the only time I let my chains hang homie
I don’t even bodybuild but got the same gains on me
While you tweaking with a needle at the same frame phony
So how is it I’m coming with the gains? Genetically
See them 45 pound plates? They enemy
I don’t need no truce there ain’t no lying in my recipe
A calisthenic killer popping iron in my pedigree
Look at the intensity you thinking I’mma cut you
When you see me mean muggin and screaming at the muscle
I be on my sixty but you bet that I come in that I am on some power damage you ain’t seen a harder hustle
Power level ten thousand, only way to put a stop to my anger
So I’m always in the gym to keep myself alive, ain’t I
Looking like I came up out the Hyperbolic Time Chamber
Doesn’t matter what my max is
I’m just tryna be ready when they run up
Yeah you said you going to the gym but if you ain’t goin hard where in the fuck is you goin’ nigga shut up

[Pre-Hook: C. Ray]
Pre-workout kicking in
Stackin on a couple more plates
In the gym I ain’t got no friends
I’m here to win homie fuck these weights
Every time you think that I be done
I be throwin up a couple more reps
They find it crazy ’cause I think the pain is fun
They know that I’mma walk in here and kill my sets

[Hook x3: C. Ray]
Go hard or go home
Hard or go home [x3]

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Gym rat when the pre-workout kick in
I’mma get into the zone pushin to the muthafuckin max no pussy
Creatine with a blend a bottle full of protein
Do a couple rows for the hoes like Chris Jones I don’t need trainers to push me
Tricep extensions overhead press one more rep
When I turn around and run up out the gym? blood fuck that one more set
Gotta go hard every single time I be up in these bitches they be so wet
Got gains that gonna make by enemies bitch I’m gon get
Swole, let a nigga know, add more plates, bro
Big girls need love too and you never know when they run up for that tussle
Every day up in the weight room, try to press three or four sets, off to the next
Tryna get a muthafuckin chest like Kali Muscle
Squat rack overtrain shit I got this, gotta shock the muscle drop sets
Clear my set so the combination is deadly
I’mma sit up on the bench and never leavin’, try’na get a break and hold on, wait a second I’mma get a break and let me put the weight up on ’em, run off in the medley

[Pre-Hook: C. Ray]
Pre-workout kicking in
Stackin on a couple more plates
In the gym I ain’t got no friends
I’m here to win homie fuck these weights
Every time you think that I be done
I be throwin up a couple more reps
They find it crazy ’cause I think the pain is fun
They know that I’mma walk in here and kill my sets

[Hook x3: C. Ray]
Go hard or go home
Hard or go home [x3]

Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray – Burnt Out (The Gatekeeper And The Keymaster Album)

[Verse 1: Charles Xavier]
Sea of my people, friendships what I’m locked into
But dammit I hate humans and I’d rather have my solitude
Cause y’all see evil, speak and hear it too
So do I, but I never let that get into the way of what I’m here to do
I gotta feed my son, and get my father out this raggedy apartment
So I Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum till everybody hear the giant when he stompin’
But we all still breathin’, so tell me how can I complain
As we begin a new season, I’m jumpin out the beaches so that I can play

[Pre Hook: C. Ray]
But every time I step foot in this game I see
Everything that I hate about I love to do
And you know just how di-scouraging it can be
When you think that everyone has heard enough of you

[Hook: Charles Xavier x2]
(I’m burnt out)
When I write these songs (I’m burnt out)
And I lace this heat (I’m burnt out)
When I mix your tracks (I’m burnt out)
And I make these beats (I’m burnt out)
And tune in to the radio, I try, but everything that’s new can’t stand it (I’m burnt out)
And I feel like I’m running out of time, and I’m loosin’ all my life like a candle and (I’m burnt out)

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Long time gone, then everybody think I’m on some good shit
They really need to hit that bowl before they get to me and have me right back on some hood shit
Cause y’all see evil, speak and hear it too
So do I but I never let that get into the way of what I’m here to do
You know me, then tell me what you got up on my bo-dy
I live a life secluded on my lone-ly
Ain’t got no time for dinner with my hom-ie
Frown when I’m not around, put me down and smile in my face
And I swear if another individual look at me sideways, I’mma catch a case
‘Cause I know evil, you do too
So you better kill me before I kill you
But I got my people who have felt my pain
And now I got a lot of family and homies all around the world reppin’ Brain

[Pre-Hook: Twisted Insane]
But every time I step foot in this game I see everything that I hate about I love to do
And you know just how di-scouraging it can be when you think that everyone has heard enough of you

[Hook: Charles Xavier x2]
(I’m burnt out)
When I write these songs (I’m burnt out)
And I lace this heat (I’m burnt out)
When I mix your tracks (I’m burnt out)
And I make these beats (I’m burnt out)
And tune in to the radio, I try, but everything that’s new can’t stand it (I’m burnt out)
And I feel like I’m running out of time, and I’m loosin’ all my life like a candle and (I’m burnt out)

[Bridge: Charles Xavier]
Yeah, I’m just sittin’ in the studio just tryna spit the flu daily
And y’all not the dope that you advertise to me I hate it
See I am not confused, it’s just you, y’all are kinda lazy
So we just sittin’ in the studio just tryna spit the flu daily

[Hook: Charles Xavier x2]
(I’m burnt out)
When I write these songs (I’m burnt out)
And I lace this heat (I’m burnt out)
When I mix your tracks (I’m burnt out)
And I make these beats (I’m burnt out)
And tune in to the radio, I try, but everything that’s new can’t stand it (I’m burnt out)
And I feel like I’m running out of time, and I’m loosin’ all my life like a candle and (I’m burnt out)

Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray – Night Vision (The Gatekeeper And The Keymaster Album)

[Chorus (C. Ray)]
If you could see what I can see
Through my eyes
Through the shadows you’d believe what I believe
Tell no lies
Get your carcass ripped apart and violently
All this dark inside of me
Come take part in my disease
Night Vision x4

[Verse 1: C. Ray]
Nightmare files
Run upon a nigga with a thousand people with me I don’t fight fair now
Everybody quick to run their mother fucking lip and be criminal but be tripping when the lights go out
I know how
No way when I OJ
Competition with the psycho style
And you can bet you finna catch a rifle round
Then a nigga call the brain and let the cyclone down
Disintegrate a victim on a dental plate I hum
Kill them and I break bones
Cause you niggas ain’t real
I’m R.Kelly laughing at that nigga Trey Songz
Then I dump them in a river they don’t demonstrate skill
Do your best with the vest then I penetrate steel
Something like your bitch when she come to see me
Invest in the best cause I been on their heels
And a nigga never try to do it for the T.V
Instead I’mma bick it with my niggas in red then the homies in blue and then we finna make green
And I ain’t even talking about a little bit of bread
Money bigger than my head
What they need to pay me
Until I see green like I’m nocturnal
Glock turn a nigga to a puddle
Make a mop with your dreads
Cleaning up on aisle three
Chop like a copter I’m repping for the block fuck a cop and a fed
You can find me in the studio when I’m at home
And I ain’t talking to nobody I ain’t picking up the phone
I’m working, trying to catch a body, hit the weed, I’m in the zone
I’m finna choke a mother fucker quit your breathing, bumpin’ Bone
Everybody know not to fall when you run
If you dipping from a nigga wickedly grippin’ a chainsaw
And you can do it all with a gun but I’m more fun
Pay me a visit come see what they saw

[Chorus (C. Ray)]
If you could see what I can see
Through my eyes
Through the shadows you’d believe what I believe
Tell no lies
Get your carcass ripped apart and violently
All this dark inside of me
Come take part in my disease
Night Vision x4

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
I’m bustin’ at the ?benin? I’m willin’ to fill ’em with venom
It’s only the beginnin’, no healin’ the women and children
There ain’t no penicillin, no healin’, I’m dealin’ the feelin’
There ain’t nobody chillin’, I’m still in the building to peel ’em
I post up in the park and I’m bustin’ on people who squealin’
If anybody know me they know I’m becomin’ a villain
I walk up on you niggas like I was the devil and drill ’em
Hit ’em up with the sick, I’m the definition of a killer
The master, murder them, all o’ ya overdosing on potion
Roasting these bitches that wanna whoop but that’s balonia
Fill ’em up full of semen I’m seeming to be a demon
You planning to overthrow me but motherfucker I’m on to you
You can tell she ’bout to fall just by the way she’s running
Bullets going every which or way the site the gauge is dumping
Should’ve shut the fuck up, hit the kitchen and just bake the muffins
Fuck a lovey dovey stupid bitch ’cause you ain’t taking nothing
Night vision green
Meaning that my nigga pimping snooky playing hooky but you bitches on my team
Fffuck it I was all up out the door, I gotta go
But I was moving hella slow like I was faded off of lean
Leaning to the side because I’m faded off of goose
I was always banging steady hanging like a noose
I be on my shit don’t trip it bitch I thought you knew
I will leave your blood up on the floor boards like ooh
When the people see me they be telling stories of a bat
Eating people like you Michael Keaton only black
Fuck what you believe in, I’m a demon who is speaking to you
Every single week and there’s a reason that’s a fact
I’m bustin’ at the ?benin? I’m willin’ to fill ’em with venom
It’s only the beginnin’, no healin’ the women and children
There ain’t no penicillin, no healin’, I’m dealin’ the feelin’
There ain’t nobody chillin’, I’m still in the building to peel them

[Chorus (C. Ray)]
If you could see what I can see
Through my eyes
Through the shadows you’d believe what I believe
Tell no lies
Get your carcass ripped apart and violently
All this dark inside of me
Come take part in my disease
Night Vision x4

Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray – Ruins (The Gatekeeper And The Keymaster Album)

[Chorus]
(I won’t let it take me down)
Everday I walk in ruins
Everywhere I look, there’s ruins
Plenty got me goin through it
But I won’t let it take me down
It won’t take me down, down, down – ruins
It won’t take me down, down, down – ruins
It won’t take me down, down, down
Everywhere I look, there’s ruins
Ru-ru-ru-ruins

[Verse 1: C. Ray]
Look… I could ruin these niggas
Call up all the homies and put two in these niggas
Everybody hear what I conduct and get to duckin, started fuckin with the Brain and caught a flu on these niggas
See me lookin for the army, you would need with ya
Cuz ya’ll don’t really wanna see the Brainiac invasion
Dig em big enough to fit a few in each ditch, but
I don’t got the time to catch a body – I’m savin’
All the energy, I gotta get out the emergency
Room, fuck a tomb, no I can’t afford a surgery
And I don’t give a fuck about your hate for me or what you do cuz every single day I got my body try’na murder me
Why the fuck you think I’m in the gym on the daily?
Only way to fight it when I feel that pain
Fuck a pill when I feel like I can peel back frame
Bend steel, if I stop bet it would kill my brain – I’m ruined
I am what you niggas walk through a slum
I am what you run from on the real
I could be ya paradise, still I’m feelin like I’m in a vice, I’m in Hell like I’m the one that I killed
So fuck you, pay me
I’mma go hard ’til the cards get dealt and they drop that box
Cuz can’t nobody stop me, but me
I’m goin ’til my mark get felt, and I’m with Pac, can’t stop when

[Chorus]
(I won’t let it take me down)
Everday I walk in ruins
Everywhere I look, there’s ruins
Plenty got me goin through it
But I won’t let it take me down
It won’t take me down, down, down – ruins
It won’t take me down, down, down – ruins
It won’t take me down, down, down
Everywhere I look, there’s ruins
Ru-ru-ru-ruins

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
I don’t know you muthafuckas – pissed
I was born to never make it, since I made it out the womb
Homie, ain’t nobody even gave me shit – don’t play a victim
I ain’t never had no kinda feedin’ from a silver spoon
When I’m out to hit the room, bet you wish you wasn’t livin’
Man, I wish wasn’t kiddin’, but the situation real
Leavin’ the bitch’s pussy killed, blood, I’m ill
Stumble across the parking lot – I’d rather hit the one on one than pull the steel, no chill
Pop off in the middle when you wanna pull it
And ya bitch up in a nigga face like, "Twisted, don’t do it!"
These niggas be up in my phone everyday with that bullshit ’bout the gunplay
What the fuck you mean "Cool it"?
Shoot… we don’t play around like that where I come from
We be at yo’ window with the Tommy gun
People’ll be like, "Holy fuck, run, it’s a gun!", but before you know it, I’ll be at yo’ do’, C. Ray, I got me one
I be in the bushes when I’m stalkin’
Patient with my every move, I sit up in park and then you’s droppin’ when I get to poppin’, overran ’em, [?]
Choppin’ everybody, and they momma lit up like a rocket
Stop
I ain’t with the bullshit – what you wanna get the homie
[Ball banks?] tell me murder with the pen
So I’mma keep on pushin’ wicked shit unto you niggas, ’til you bitches get to ditches, kinda hard to not sin when…

[Chorus]
(I won’t let it take me down)
Everday I walk in ruins
Everywhere I look, there’s ruins
Plenty got me goin through it
But I won’t let it take me down
It won’t take me down, down, down – ruins
It won’t take me down, down, down – ruins
It won’t take me down, down, down
Everywhere I look, there’s ruins
Ru-ru-ru-ruins

Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray – Dab 2 The Face (feat. Iso) (The Gatekeeper And The Keymaster Album)

[Verse 1: Iso]
I live so la vida loca, off of ‘preme with that weed and coke-uh
So much drink don’t need a coaster nigga I be off with more greed than Oprah
To a bad bitch that’ll clean my rover’s, getting Freddy with me looking like I’m eating oysters
Take another fucking dab and Ima meet Jehovah get to swinging on you niggas like a Wii controller
I take a little bit of this and take a little bit of that and Ima really get to banging on em
I take a bitch up in the back and Ima hit it from the back and niggas really get to hating on em
Nigga they don’t really wanna test it g, I’m like drinking K that’s my recipe
Tweaking like I’m on amphetamines like Mike Epps I’m on everything
Roll it up, take another dab to the face nigga feeling like a nigga take a jab to the face nigga
So much smoke in my god damn lungs, stand up feeling like I got stabbed in the waist, nigga
All you other motherfuckers on that lame shit, ain’t nobody really fucking with the brainsick
People never see me cause I’m always getting faded and I’m rocking with the top up leaving you niggas serrated
Get to trippin’ with a killa we hit a nigga then blast him if we flipping with the venom and send the nigga to Satan
I’m a monster nigga, who wanna bang with the brain Cypress Hill, I’m insane in the brain
My nigga c.ray will go bang on yo brain and Twisted will eat a nigga brain for the gangs nigga

[Hook]
Roll it up, pack it take a dab to the face nigga (x16)

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Roll it up, light it take a dab to the face don’t waste no time I don’t got no patience
The homie told me that he got some new shit that I gotta try out and the shit is ancient
One dab, two dabs just getting started, three dabs four dabs now I’m retarded
Walk up in the store just to get me a swisher, and a little bit of liquor blood I’m still getting carded
Dab runnin’ low, blood I need a new sack, no running around, type of fuck shit is that
I don’t wanna be up in his house on the couch, watching new episodes of orange is the new black
Hate it when i Got the money for some purp trees and I can’t find a motherfucker to serve me fuck
Dabs in the lab dabs in the front room just to top it off he got a couple blunts too
Puff puff pass, gotta go and eat some shrooms, now a nigga sorta feeling like I’m up in a cartoon
I be getting blown you can barely fucking puff, tough, eating on marijuana muffins, rough
I’m on isle 2 with the blunt cheese got the munchies nigga that ain’t sayin’ nothing
When I be in the kitchen I don’t wanna hear you bitching when I take a knife and put it to the stove to get a hit
With a fucking bong, ain’t never wrong I’m smoking every song, put me in the mood to really make some motherfucking shit
Take a two and then you lit, take a dab and you’ll be passing out and waking up and looking in the freezer for the food
Roll it up and pack it take a dab into the face now a niggas on a mission like the motherfucking Krueger

[Hook]
Roll it up, pack it take a dab to the face nigga (x16)

[Verse 3: C.Ray]
Roll it up pack it take a dab to the face eyes lookin’ like I caught a can full of mace
When I ran up in the place with the greenery I seem to be the only way that they can take a stab at the pace
When I slow down trapped in a alternate dimension got me jumping over fences like a nigga on the run
Gone off a dab and i know it that but i don’t ever stop, ma keep it going til it ain’t fun like fuck it
You don’t make a weed song for nothing, up in space like I’m breathing i can function
Puffing magic I’m a dragon with a fire understand that when I fly I’m on a ride for destruction
My brain start ticking and I maim, maul, hit em, with flame ball spitting watch the game fall victim
Now that motherfucker that you can’t call sick a nigga stay tall with a clique and they all killin’
Well versed in the art of being high, sever arteries you oughta be advised
You don’t want to see the part of me I’m nice, only if I gotta lot of weed beside me
Get the blow-torch and a glass in a Porsche and a dab on the floor’s where I’m at
But I prolly get some more when I’m back, the best way to absorb it is that
And I’m looking take it higher than I’ve ever been, smoke a lot I hit the fire with a veteran
Spider in the night, so we fill em full of venom bet you feelin’ the momentum bet you die when I get the pen
Fuck a contact high, take a dab to the face, hit a blunt with a bong or Ima skunk that guy
To a puddle when I’m all outta bud and I don’t wanna do it but you niggas all let it come about

[Hook]
Roll it up, pack it take a dab to the face nigga (x16)

Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray – Lose My Mind feat. Iso (The Gatekeeper And The Keymaster Album)

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
I blackout every time I overdose up off of liquor
I’m fucking up my liver but at least I got my spleen
No more drunk driving all up in the ditches on a mission
Try’na get it with the bitches on my team
I with you bitches deaf and they tell me never do it
But I do it every time you hoes do get up on my nerves
Spendin’ hours in the mirror on yo make up then you walkin’
Out I see you lookin’ like a walkin’ ratchet bird
I’m an Android, motherfuck an iPhone
All you bitches die slow, what I gotta lie fo’, nigga?
Blindfold, get up out the my chrome, what the fuck you
Rhyme fo’? Bet you that my chrome sicker
Bet you wish you would’ve stayed at home right now though huh?
I can tell ya bitch she wish she had a mouthful huhm?
Walked up in the room fee fi fo fum
Won’t you stick my testicle up in ya mouth and hummmm
But I’m all up in this game and takin’ shit like its a burglary
Where the fuck you livin’, ho, you bitches haven’t heard of me
I been doin’ shit since half you niggas was in elementary
I murder all ya favourite rappers in the first degree
Fuck this maggot-ass, ragged-ass, rag-a-rat
Catch him at a show and get to swingin’ like a battle axe (battle axe)
Run up on me rat-a-tat, (rat-a-tat)
Smoking so much cig’ I got some cataracts
Hey batter batter-bat, I would really rather that
We put down the weapon just so I can really beat you up
If I pull a burner I ‘mma heat you up
Take you out the oven, little butter then I eat you up
Take you and I bury you in grass (grass)
Maybe I ‘mma leave some for my pit (pit)
Told you we would get into that ass
You could back up but you wanna represent the sick, BRAIN!

[Hook: King ISO]
When I’m off that liquor and that hydro
I’m about to lose my mind
And make a nigga blackout I ‘mma lash out
On you niggas like all the time
When I’m off that liquor and that hydro
I’m about to flow so sick, flow so sick
Fuck whatever you was talkin’ bout’
Because it don’t mean shit (I be on it) [x2]

[Verse 2: Charles Xavier]
I blackout every time I overdose up off of hydro
You could find a nigga sleepin’ somewhere in a dream
See another murder that you read about, believe I got a
Mean amount to hurt ’em, everybody on my team
Finna clean ’em out, the money and the cars and the women
For the bars and the venom, shoes on when I’m in the house
Hard when I’m in a mouth, scarred when I’m in about
Card get pulled for the bullshit you been about
You wolfin’ but then I’m out stompin’, conscience
Absent constant, laughin’ then I count
Down to the bombs that blast, they cough
Collapse, get coffin last then I get about it
Like a nigga out-fit with skinny jeans
In the club, glow stick and a fifth of lean
This nigga thought he had a hit but he Billie Jean
See he never was shit, what I really mean?
Prolly ’cause I got a following like Halloween
Brainsick proper homi’, see the monopoly
Aces should be swallow-ing when I call the queen
Then I gotta holler-ing like badabing-
Boom in a proper deep tomb for the corpse
Of course they know how to shoot the shit for sport
Run up and catch a body quick and do it with the fork
Check it I ain’t leavin’ nothing you ain’t movin’ to the morgue
It’s straight to the walk-in
The walk-in freezer
That’s the maze that you lost in
When I come up off them bleachers
Haters doin’ everything to stick it to me
But I shake ’em off like seizures
I’m guessin’ they ain’t really get the picture fully
I’mma burn ’em all like fevers

[Hook: King ISO]
When I’m off that liquor and that hydro
I’m about to lose my mind
And make a nigga blackout I ‘mma lash out
On you niggas like all the time
When I’m off that liquor and that hydro
I’m about to flow so sick, flow so sick
Fuck whatever you was talkin’ bout’
Because it don’t mean shit (I be on it) [x2]

Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray – Up Late (The Gatekeeper And The Keymaster Album)

[Hook X2]
(Up late) That’s the only way to get it when you gotta make the product for the profit in ya pocket all day
But don’t get it fucked up – I am nothin’ like ya bitch, I’m from the bottom and I came a long way
In the beginnin’ wasn’t with it, now she hit me on my line like all the time and say she wanna come play
And you already know that I’mma run it, you can find me in her stomach, they know I be (up late)

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Come one, come all, if you wanna ball, then come with me!
Oh shit, did the four fifth just fall out my Dickey?
They want me dead, but I send ’em all to come get me
I rise out my grave, hit ’em in the face with the fifty
I don’t really talk, I’m with the action – Jackson
Aired up, get ya hair cut like Toni Braxton
Run deep in the Blood gang, got blood stains on the floor
You all know I get ghost – on the cadillacin’
Run up, put the venom in ’em, goddamn
Coulda’ been a man in the mini-van
Pull up on ’em if a nigga really wanna touch my gangsta
Bust two from the sun-roof, pow-pow
Hit him in his tooth, doot doot doot
Give a nigga boost, one of the homies might shank ya
No love, too deep, on the creep right through the front door
With a black mask and a fat strap for the ones that be wolfin’
I don’t give passes, fuck that, I don’t need a Mac
I prefer take ’em in the back so he gets his ass whoopin’
Somebody is a victim, knock ’em out, the homies trippin’
Bitches know just how to pick ’em, babies, I ain’t sayin shit
Adios, so nigga sign the photo with you mafioso, make a post and point the finger, Brain gon’ put ’em in a ditch
Mmmm… You livin’ good but I’m in dungeons
You comfortable with the big gats, I’m straight with my gunmen
The Walking Dead – shoot me and I keep comin’
Some wish me ‘way, bet I always be slumpin’
Faces of death, hit ’em in the chest with they goodnight
Your bitch on my line, steady cryin’, she need good pipe
I be like, "I’m not try’na fuck with you" but then I be like, "Man fuck that, just come through, tonight!"
(Heh ha ha ha)
Bring three, I got one for the homie
Hit ’em up, man, come through, I got mo’ for sho’
Bang ’em on a late night, gotta hit ‘fo I [taste blood?]
Bust three mo’, then send-send that bitch out the do’

[Hook X2]
(Up late) That’s the only way to get it when you gotta make the product for the profit in ya pocket all day
But don’t get it fucked up – I am nothin’ like ya bitch, I’m from the bottom and I came a long way
In the beginnin’ wasn’t with it, now she hit me on my line like all the time and say she wanna come play
And you already know that I’mma run it, you can find me in her stomach, they know I be (up late)

[Verse 2: C. Ray]
I go Brain
And roam with the hooligans who provide no names
Divide yo’ veins, fuck the world
I’ve been amongst your girl, now open wide yo’ legs
Eyes low, fuckin’ with that hydro, mane
So don’t you be lookin’ at me like I don’t blaze
Take you a look and see where the pyros stay
Just a couple of niggas who gon’ provide yo’ fades
Sign me up! For the [?] nigga, I been nuts
People been lookin’ at me like I give fucks
Levitate, but they try to run with the diamonds tucked
High, I’m up! Laughin’ at ’em, make comparison
With they tobacco to a hydro puff
Nigga, sci-fi with the rhyme cyanide, kill the vibe
Bye, night, feel it every time I cut
Ray is the name
You niggas should stay in your lane
Think I won’t swing ’cause I’m tame?!
I take me a drink and when everyone see what I
Do to you niggas gon’ think it’s a prank
Brain is the gang, makin’ that cake with Insane
But still comin’ straight for your chain
They go nuts, got so many of us, but y’all on that
Funny shit, we be up late for that change!

[Hook X2]
(Up late) That’s the only way to get it when you gotta make the product for the profit in ya pocket all day
But don’t get it fucked up – I am nothin’ like ya bitch, I’m from the bottom and I came a long way
In the beginnin’ wasn’t with it, now she hit me on my line like all the time and say she wanna come play
And you already know that I’mma run it, you can find me in her stomach, they know I be (up late)

Twisted Insane & Charlie Ray – About You (The Gatekeeper And The Keymaster Album)

[Twisted Insane]
What have I become?
Just another dumb drunk
Who was raised in the slums
Some waste of some cum?
That little biddy nigga in a world full of giants fee fi fo fum
Kicked out of every school I ever fucking went to
Momma told me I was always violent
Every time I go into a class
All the kids was talking
I was always silent
And when I be out

[C. Ray]
Riding, I be on that solo tip
Everybody wonder where this nigga goes when I’m lit
When I vanish at the drop of a hat and I fall back
They thinking it’s all rap
Til the .44 click
But you don’t know shit
About me and my agenda
Actions, and people that I been to
Hell and back with
Now we all galactic
Cities on my map, quick
And on my knees Imma bend em like I’m Bane
Only represent for the gangs
And you niggas will respect what I claim

[Twisted Insane]
And I could be the reason that I’m feelin so much pain
And everybody always wanna pick a nigga brain
My kids gotta eat
Who the fuck is gonna feed em If I die today
That bitch will have a nigga come and beat ’em
Really mistreat ’em
And have ’em walking up and down the street
With no shoes on their motherfuckin feet and
Now I’m feeling lost

[C. Ray]
Homie, tell me what the fuck am I to do I’m just tryin to make it to Vegas so I could see my son
But it cost
Too much so I gotta wait cause I gotta pay to keep the medication on my tongue
Or they’ll toss
Me up in a grave
And they turn the page on a nigga like I wasn’t nothin but a side show
And everywhere that I go
I be hearing what they thinkin they be wanting me to die slow

[Twisted Insane]
And I know how the shit is, lil nigga
Life gettin’ to you, so you turn to the liquor
You get the plus so you turn a lil quicker
Pour the bottle down your throat til it’s burnin your liver

[C. Ray]
No concern when I hit the gas peel out
Like fuck it if I see my last meal

[Twisted Insane]
But, homie, that’s real

[C. Ray]
I feel like giving up on record deals
When I’m drunk, I think I never gave a fuck I never will
So imagine, if I never had the music
And I never was equipped with the raft to use it
Like I do, when I’m lucky enough to pay a bill while you niggas make a mill with your whack acoustics
And I’m through with
Hollering a loose leaf
Do flee
With your life I’m in the movies
When I’m lock on with the goonies
Take your top on I be choppin em

[Twisted Insane]
And I could be the one that hit you all up with the toolie
Get the duct tape I’m a loose cannon
I be doing shit so random
They don’t make them like me, god damnit
It’s like I’m from a different ‘nother mother fuckin planet
But I’m on Earth
Where I’ve been cursed since birth
Really feeling like I’m fucking worth-less
Knowing that I really haven’t learned-shit

[C. Ray]
Except for how I spit to make them pur-chase

[Hook x2: C. Ray]
Me til I finish like -ing, don’t you see what I’m comin’ through
We bleed for the right to speak
And yo treason is nothin new
And when everything that you seein’ is not
What you think it’s worth
Believe Imma keep my feet on this rock til I’m in the dirt

Run The Jewels – Talk to Me

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me

Fickle Friends – Brooklyn

[Verse 1]
I wake up with worry
Nothing fills me up
He follows me daily
He knows how to love
No true end inside me
I won’t ever say it enough
You’re a Brooklyn baby
You know how to love

[Verse 2]
I know what can rule me
Sink me with the sand
Oh, I can be the warden
And I will never crave it
I won’t ever say it enough
You’re a Brooklyn baby
You know how to love

[Chorus]
You are someone else
There’s something I can’t define
You are not mine
You are someone
You are someone else
Worrying in my head
That’s what she said
You are someone else
You, you are not my

[Verse 3]
You are like the honey
I am not allowed
Oh, I won’t go without
Show me in a movie
You can tell me what you’re about
Oh, I’m in Brooklyn baby
I’m a long way out

[Chorus]
You are someone else
There’s something I can’t define
You are not mine
You are someone
You are someone else
Worrying in my head
That’s what she said
You are someone else
You, you are not my
You are someone else

[Bridge]
Swear I go
Does he know
That we’re different, I
You, you are not my
And I still say
Each new day
I got this one
(you are not my, you are not my)

[Chorus]
You are someone else
There’s something I can’t define
You are not mine
You are someone
You are someone else
Worrying in my head
That’s what she said
You are someone else
You, you, you are not my
You are someone else
You, you, you are not my
You are someone else