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bAnoffee – Ripe

You called me, I’m busy, so needy
Want the second lane
‘Cause you’re so over ripe
You’re so clean I’m dirty
Can’t tame me, I wear the second lean
‘Cause you’re so over ripe

Can’t fight in the dark, can’t say what you are
I can’t see so far
About to read a melody
[?] just take off your charge
Right here in the dark
About to read you’re [?] me

[Beat drops]

Chloe Jane – Superstar

Wake up, go to work then party
Stay up till about 2:30
Whoah oh oh, repeat whoah oh oh
Selfies at a late night show
Dance hard when the speakers blow
Whoah oh oh, do it again, like whoah oh oh

Maybe our life is a little different
If it would be any other way, we’d miss it
Work all day, play all night
Yeah, that’s what we like

We get a little crazy
All we say is never maybe
Us girls, we have some fun like Superstars
We always say no stress,
Then we get really careless
Us girls, we have some fun living like Superstars

Hey, living like, living like
Living like, living like
‘Cause we have fun living like Superstars

Make sure our hair looks good,
Make-up, tricks all night, youtube
Whoah oh oh, everyday like whoah oh oh
Playing our song on the radio
Shout out to our friends back home
Whoah oh oh, let it play like whoah oh oh

Maybe our life is a little different
If it would be any other way, we’d miss it
(x2)

We get a little crazy
All we say is never maybe
Us girls, we have some fun like Superstars
We always say no stress,
Then we get really careless
Us girls, we have some fun living like Superstars

Hey, living like, living like
Living like, living like
‘Cause we have fun living like Superstars
(x2)

Us girls, we have some fun living like Superstars

Living it up, living it up
All about us, all about us
Living it up, living it up
Living like

We get a little crazy
All we say is never maybe
Us girls, we have some fun like Superstars
We always say no stress,
Then we get really careless
Us girls, we have some fun living like Superstars

Hey, living like, living like
Living like, living like
‘Cause we have fun living like Superstars
(x2)

Qulinez – Boys Don’t Cry

Lately, it feels like you’ve been drifting
Caught up in your own dome, all my attention
You are even colder than a winter ocean
Out of my mind
Out of my mind
Now it’s all dance, bars and cocktails
Sitting by the phone, no answer for two days
I’ve been losing sleep, I’ve been losing my mind
But, hey, out of my mind
Out of my mind

People always told me to be weary
I GIVE my heart, my heart too fast
I think I’m getting crazy, but I can’t hold it inside no more
‘Cause mama said boys don’t cry
But she never met a girl like you
Mama said boys don’t cry
But she never met someone as cold as you
Mama said boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
Mama said boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

Seems like we’ve been chasing for ages
I’ve done everything I can but you got no patience
Feels like you don’t give a shit ‘bout my emotions
Out of my mind
Out of my mind
I’m so sick, my heart’s out of rhythm
All you do is take, but never no giving
Feels like you are living in another dimension
I lose my mind
Out of my mind

People always told me to be weary
I give my heart, my heart too fast
I think I’m getting crazy, but I can’t hold it inside no more
‘Cause mama said boys don’t cry
But she never met a girl like you
Mama said boys don’t cry
But she never met someone as cold as you
Mama said boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
Mama said boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

ARON – Higher ground

From Monday to Friday I give you the high day
I sat on my own trade and fund days fro Sundays
It’s always yours say, can’t have it my way
I swore to myself I would take no [?]
Everything was so serious,
Should’ve never took you serious
See I’m in my feelings, let’s just say I’m on my period
Stop there. Good time baby living like I should
Living mine
I’ve realized I’m looking for something
Oh, oh, something on higher ground
Ain’t talking bout loving, I know you like the sound
I don’t need a boyfriend
Come and met up, you got this round
It’s your shot now, take it to the skyline
Don’t let me down
Take it to the skyline
Don’t let me down

You don’t know what I’m into
I would’ve said I missed you too
‘Cause that’s something I really like
Close your eyes

California – Dzeko feat. Brynn Elliott lyrics

Lyrics Dzeko – California

Never say never
Well I never thought I’d find someone like you
What could be better, than a friend to fall into?
I still remember
Cold nights and lights, you walking me home
Hands in your sweater
You said you’d never let me go.(California)

But I got lost in California
Trying to find my way back to you
I chase the sunset through the hills
Back to that spot we used to chill
My heart will always be here for you
But I got lost in California.

I chase the sunset through the hills
Back to that spot we used to chill
My heart will always be here for you
But I got lost in California.

Never say never
Well I never thought I’d wonder where you are
When you said forever versuri-lyrics.info
Never thought you meant to part
It’s already September
And I spent all summer long missing you
Still wearing your sweater
The only piece that’s left of you.

But I got lost in Californiaaa
Trying to find my way back to you
I chase the sunset through the hills
Back to that spot we used to chill
My heart will always be here for you
But I got lost in Californiaaa
But I got lost in Californiaaa.

I chase the subset through the hills
Back to that spot we used to chill
My heart will always be here for you
But I got lost in Californiaaa.
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Kill Jay Z -Jay-Z lyrics

Lyrics Jay-Z – Kill Jay Z

Jay Z is releasing this friday his 13th studio album called
4:44. He decided to share a snippet on tidal called Kill Jay Z.
In the 30 seconds clip we can see a young black kid running
like he’s running for his life. On the kid’s shirt
reads Stay Black. People say that the mogul probably trying
to reinvent himself and if you see carefuly you can see
that he is reinstating the hyphen, probably to take a step
back to remind himself who he was and where he is coming from.
People say that this could be the preview of a song
called ‘Kill Jay Z’.
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My cousin – Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – My cousin

My cousin just text me and sh*t (Yeah Free BG, rest in peace)
He said, “I just got wet up sitting in my car this morning Cuzzo
I got hit one time but i’m good though, just letting you know before these niggas kill me
I love you to death and forever. Let me live on as a real sniper.

My cousin just got hit up today, I want to slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I want to ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me im just telling you i love you before I die though..

Im in the studio right now, Im on?
I wanna get suited up and tooted up on sniper mode
Every time a nigga get focused, it be some f*ck sh*t
It throw me off my pivot and make me get on my thug sh*t
Last year my cousin got hit up and got killed now
I wasn’t even there but you know a nigga handle that
Hit him up again this year and i ain’t feeling that
I’m throwed right now cause I don’t know where my feelings at
I don’t know if want to rap or want to pop a cap
But i know you niggas want to see me go right back
But this sniper gang sh*t in me I’m living like that
You niggas about to make me relapse, I’m feeling like that.

My cousin just got hit up today, I wanna slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I wanna ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me I’m just telling you i love you before i die though.

Soldier like mentality
Going through these tragedies
Don’t wanna see me happily
Rather see me raggedy
They don’t wanna see me get a bag, they wanna bag a G
But i go on a clappin’ spree and murk ya whole family
I guess a nigga kept it too real, that’s why they mad at me
Sitting back thinking right now I’m smoking Grabba Leaf
Nigga went from wearing baggy jeans to dressing casually
From being on the newspaper, now I’m on magazines
I’m chopping it up with master P, told me keep God first
We doing venues now, selling out concerts versuri-lyrics.info
I’m trying to keep a tunnel vision, trying to see it his way
But i got blood in my eyes I’m tired of seeing this way
I can’t even sleep skraight, even on the Tempurpedic
Why I’m stilling going through it why I’m still fighting demons
Niggas call you p***y when you focused and avoiding sh*t
We getting this money for no reason, a nigga trying to enjoy this sh*t
I got a lil boy and sh*t, and i don’t wanna leave dude
Cause they’ll trick him like they did me, that’s what these skreets do
Niggas outchea playing gangsta and playing police too
I seen the paperwork and that’s why they dont kick it like we do
Thats the same reason you couldn’t come home to seafood
Been moving funny but a nigga just couldn’t read you
Beat was been over with, looting cause i love this beat
Looting for my cousin and my niggas who in custody
Im feeling like its my fault, feel like its because of me
Was tryna soak the industry, i already thugged the streets
Did my thing a couple nights, i already earned my stripes
Deeper than rap, they f*cking with me cause im about that life
You know im head first, big cuz, thats why you called me man
But if i go to jail again, my mama she gone wash her hands
Im innovating how to play it but its still a slim chance
Cause you will sink in the sand in the game without a plan.

Aye i swear to god cuz when you called me dog
And you told me that sh*t dog i said f*ck everything
House arrest whatever, you know what im saying?
I went to looking for my AR I couldn’t find it you know what im saying you know i f*ck with them AR’s and sh*t.
Dracos too heavy and sh*t
Dracos get too hot
That AR got the coolin’ center, the heat sensor, know what im saying with the scope with the ?
And sh*ttt.
Kodak Black lyrics
Lyrics cousin

Find me – XXXTentacion lyrics

Lyrics XXXTentacion – Find me

Where were you again?
Somewhere with a friend
I was in my head
I’m lost again, again
She turned around and said
That I was like the rest
That I don’t understand the way it is
To her.(find me)

Where were you again? (x4)

Where were you again?
Somewhere with a friend
I was in my head
Versuri-lyrics.info
I’m lost again, again
She turned around and said
That I was like the rest
That I don’t understand the way it is.
To her

Where were you againnn? (x4)
XXXTentacion lyrics
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Trinidad James – Swervin Lyrics

[Intro: Trinidad James]
Yeah Yeah
I love the country town man
All of it
The whole south man
From GA to Mississippi
Yeah Yeah

[Hook: Trinidad James]
When I hit Carolina, man, I’m swervin
When I hit Mississippi I’m swervin
When I hit Alabama man I’m swervin
Louisana hit that thang man I’m swervin
Swervin Swervin, in the country town
Atlanta Alabama all the country town

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
One time for camouflage man I never met RIP
Don’t beat it every gangster die with it
If you still off in the streets then yes I’m fucking I’m with you
Cause I made it out the streets them crackers still on a nigga
When I make it down the street they screaming that’s my nigga
When I’m in Louisiana they screaming that’s my nigga
When I’m down in the [?] they screaming that my nigga
Man the south Dallas swagging nigga getting to the money
I jugg the industry and made a quick flip
In the country town, girl can get a quick tip
She said she work at waffle house and the bitch strip
I took her twice the same night I love a country bitch

[Hook: Trinidad James]
When I hit Carolina, man, I’m swervin
When I hit Mississippi I’m swervin
When I hit Alabama man I’m swervin
Louisana hit that thang man I’m swervin
Swervin Swervin, in the country town
Atlanta Alabama all the country town

[Verse 2: 31 Gramms]
Country town legend pull up with the bags
Pac em with the swag but I done pulled out with the cash
Got em, I got rich and cocky, and those man is some crackers
Crip walking in Dallas fly em in from Tallahassee
She knows I jugg cocaine and marijuana
Put it on the road and imma triple up the number
Hell yeah nigga I’m a real dope boy, hell yeah I rep that [?]
That pack through several counters, on the dope roll count up the money
5-10 whips in the yard 2 or 3 of them bitches imma bone
4-5 young nigga with me and none of them niggas going to run
Dope roll did it, I done did it
Put an order in and I’m coming with the midget and a country ticket

[Hook: Trinidad James]
When I hit Carolina, man, I’m swervin
When I hit Mississippi I’m swervin
When I hit Alabama man I’m swervin
Louisana hit that thang man I’m swervin
Swervin Swervin, in the country town
Atlanta Alabama all the country town

[Verse 3: Gold Gang Jiaglo]
Hit the country town tryna run up my bag
Trap sold out like a show by Trinidad
Ink in my body so these hands double up
I’ve ben throwing bombs you can come in here a look
Esse drop em off now we all the way loaded
I’m bumping in the trap like a beat by Zaytoven
In the country town fucking with the dirt road
Girl Scout kush bring me to your front door
Sac move fast like Sonic Hedgehog
Bad bitch Carolina hit the hole in the wall
I ain’t jus popping we be really working
In the country town and you know a nigga swervin (Skrt Skrt)

[Hook: Trinidad James]
When I hit Carolina, man, I’m swervin
When I hit Mississippi I’m swervin
When I hit Alabama man I’m swervin
Louisana hit that thang man I’m swervin
Swervin Swervin, in the country town
Atlanta Alabama all the country town

[Hook Chopped and Screwed]

Nick Jonas – Remember I Told You (feat. Anne-Marie & Mike Posner)

Remember I told you, I need you?
Remember the spotlight was there
All of the words that I’m saying
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
I don’t suppose you have a moment to spare me
Do you? Do you?
I’ve been looking for lovin’, all the wrong places
You too? You too?
I don’t like the way you went ant told me, "Oh well"
I have the suspicion you’re not being yourself
I don’t suppose you have a moment to spare me
Do you? Do you?
Remember I told you, I need you?
Remember the spotlight was there
All of the words that I’m saying
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
You’re probably somewhere, with someone I don’t know
That’s cool, and that’s cool
And I hope that she gives you, all the things that you deserve
That’s true, that’s true (listen)
I don’t like the way you went ant told me, "Oh well"
I have the suspicion you’re not being yourself
You’re probably somewhere, with someone I don’t know
That’s cool, and that’s cool
Remember I told you, I need you?
Remember the spotlight was there
All of the words that I’m saying
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care"
Had to cut it off, and we know why
I’m in love with myself, cold inside
Too many shoes in your closet, go some miles
I suck at talking to girls, here goes a try
More women than I should’ve in a century
Bitches on the side like a Kennedy
Started to drain all my energy
I love it, shoot the friend and an enemy
At the same time, and I can’t lie
Too many girls for the way I rock the bassline
You got addicted to the seats on the bassline
Let’s see how you do with your back before fame lie
After all the shit we been through
I play the Roxy, I ain’t ’bout to guest list you
And I know I’m talking shit, it ain’t fair
Hate’s just a fancy way saying that I care
Remember I told you, I need you?
Remember the spotlight was there
All of the words that I’m saying
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care" (saying I care)
Remember I told you, I need you
Remember the spotlight was there
All of the words that I’m saying (words I’m saying)
Are just a fancy way of saying "I care" (saying I care)

Roy Wood$ – Instinct (feat. Madeintyo)

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
Brown skin’s all fine
Puerto Rican offline, Cuban shorty all fine
Get your badass with me no left goin’ sixteen
Same bag in the trunk
Bitches switch ways now her nigga got it in the trunk
I was for her when you were ready to give her up
I was on it, makin’ missions just to pick her up
Floppin’, never showing up, she did religiously
I can’t trust a nigga or a trick that friends my enemy
You ain’t got sauce like I got sauce (No)
Bitch I got juice, quench your thirst with Ciroc
All the baddies on top don’t know what I got
No boy, no man could handle my spot
Think you know Roy, but I’m changin’ a lot
Can’t be no Ma, who you knew from the block?
Wait until you got it then your loss

[Hook: Roy Woods]
With my instinct
Just following my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South
I’m just following my instinct
Just following my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside
Following my…

[Verse 2: MadeInTYO]
Hit me up when you get this
Talk to you girl cause you listen (Hey)
I still love you when you’re bitchin’
She bite her lips when Tokyo switch positions
You ain’t gotta call the Uber when you’re with me (Skrt)
She say she miss her Mother, yeah she from Philly
Rocks in your ear, you know I’m wavy (Skrt, skrt)
Yeah, I’m just following my instincts (Ooh)
Yellow stones like I’m Simpson
I’m just following my instincts (Hey)
Yea I’m ballin’ like a Piston (Ooh)
Tell me what you wanna do
Yeah, I’m just following my instincts (Hey)
Tell me what you wanna do
Yea I’m in the Six, baby coming’ through

[Hook: Roy Woods]
With my instinct
Just following my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South
I’m just following my instinct
Just following my instinct
Just know that I stay in-sync
Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside
Following my…

Vince Staples – Love Can Be… (feat. Ray J, Damon Albarn & Kilo Kish) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro: Damon Albarn]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be

[Verse 1: Kilo Kish]
Love can be a lot, so maybe not
You can give me all the cash you got
Let me take those keys around the block
Make some memories on daddy’s yacht
I’m so over you
You talk a lot of shit, unamused
Ain’t putting on the ritz for no dude
I can finish you, I can fill them shoes
You know my name, I’m not your babe
What’s that you’re saying? I don’t speak lame
You know my name, I’m not your babe
If you’re thinking of calling, kindly refrain

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Wannabes buzzing
Girls love the lifestyle
So prone to clubbing
Come alive when the night’s out
Just crashed a sports car
So much for fast life
Phone calls from loves lost
Tryna get back right

[Bridge: Ray J]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be, yeah
Love can be so disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be, yeah
Love can be

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Tell the world I want my Uchies
Dodge the groupies, them don’t move me
Uchies moved me somewhere cozy
Uchies never leave me lonely
Call my phone, say she horny, want me
I can make time or I can make money
I’ma keep countin’, count me out, shawty
Never let a bitch Lil Bow Wow me
Never finna weekend raise my seed
Baby mama drama on the TMZ
Alimony money for the nails and weave
Nail me to the cross like that boy JC
Chuckin’ up the deuce like the boy Chris Breeze
But we don’t suwoop on the six-five street
Riding down the shoreline, tank on E
No shotgun seat, this dick ain’t free

[Outro: Vince Staples & Damon Albarn]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be

Moses Sumney – Doomed

Hollow one
With inverted tongue
From whence does fulfillment come
When I expel
From this mortal shell
Will I die for living numb

Am I vital
If my heart is idle
Am I doomed?

I feel you
But nobody else
Though you’re someone I can’t see
Yet you say nothing
Of the stoic suffering
That stirs lukewarm in me
If lovelessness is godlessness
Will you cast me to the wayside
Well, I feel the peeling
Of half/high-painted ceilings
Reveal the covering of a grey sky

Am I vital
If my heart is idle
Am I doomed?
Cradle me
So I can see
If I’m doomed
Am I vital
If my heart is idle
Am I doomed?
Cradle me
So I can see
If I’m doomed

Freddie Gibbs – Andrea

[Intro]
Yeah, rock solid nigga
Solid as a motherfuckin’ rock, bitch
Yeah, nigga

[Verse]
When you fall, who you gon’ land on?
Niggas foundation is shaky, ain’t shit to stand on
A man’s born with the only guarantee to live and die
But will I die before I live, ‘fore I begin to fly?
Nigga, I can’t deny when I’m not high, I miss that rush, that shit be callin’ me
Demons never rest, I go to sleep, them bitches follow me
I just bought a AR for my dog, he walked the dog for me
Breakfast, sip promethazine with Ocean Spray and Broccoli
Catch these hoes and I act like I can’t keep these bitches off of me
They only fuckin’ a nigga that got the most dollars in his
Squadary
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
That Bentley Benz or Beamer, shippin’ B’s, I don’t be in it
Not to let these bitches see me in it, fuck the ceilin’
Nigga wanna be me, he wish he could see the G in him
She work in the mornin’, get that pussy in the PM then
I get in it then I jetted, it was a fly by, red bottoms, the thigh high
And every time she see me, she’s sayin’ I don’t know why I
Fuck with niggas like you ’cause at first, you would play the shy guy
Give me that pussy once and I always got it like the Wi-Fi, bitch
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
I remember when Dukie lost his arm in fuckin’ armed robbery
When I seen his shit was danglin’, almost felt my heart stoppin’ G
Stop it G, drop it G, so much weed, forgot to breathe
Some niggas take the trip I took, but they don’t get to leave
Came out that bitch, I’m speakin’ Russian, German, Guapanese
Can’t let these niggas stunt my growth from livin’ for my seed

[Chorus]
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid

[Interlude: Big Time Watts]
Big Time baby
[Gimme a call back, bae bruh]
Big Time Watts motherfucker, fuck you
Punk motherfucker, who loves you, bitch ass nigga
Big Time

[Outro]
Shit, momma always told me "go and get your own shit"
Coke in front of me, nothin’, so I got my own shit
Dope and cocaína powder, off in to the wrong shit
I been tryna fuck her for a month, but she ain’t on shit
Start to make a nigga feel like I be in the wrong bitch
Skip the introduction, I just hit her with the long dick
Tried to drop the 50 pointer and I get my phone lit
Niggas looking for the, for the….. shit
Niggas always talkin’ ’bout their bitches ain’t shit
Caught a charge, my baby mama, she was solid as a brick
All the niggas I was feedin’, they ain’t give a nigga shit
Momma always told me "nigga, go and get your own shit"
Toilet right next to my bed, I’m sleeping by my own shit!
Dope and cocaina powder, off in to the wrong shit
I just dropped a 50 pointer and got my phone lit
Got my phone lit

Young Lito – Unforgettable (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

[Verse]
High class, shawty so bad
Hella swag, she got all these bitches mad
She the type of girl a nigga wish he had
She the type that if you get her, you can brag
Little shawty got her own and I like that
Hit the mall, she ain’t worried ’bout a price tag
She got all these niggas out here tryna wife that
And a lil’ nigga tryna pipe that
She can get whatever she want
She can get that new Saint Laurent
I could put that Rollie on her arm
And I can get the bracelet with the charm

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

[Bridge]
You are unforgettable
And I’m so glad that I found you
And you are unforgettable
And I’m so glad that I found you

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

Ugly God – Fuck Ugly God

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)

[Verse 1]
Fuck Ugly God, Ugly God a hoe
Flexing like you got it, bitch I know your ass is broke
Your networth say you got a million but your ass don’t
You a one hit wonder, bitch, your whole career a joke
Back in 10th grade, your coach kicked you off the team
Every single day, you wear them same pair of jeans
Them same black pants, bitch, you know which ones I mean
Four years ago, you got jumped on Halloween

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)

[Verse 2]
Water this, water that, you finna get exposed
Back in eighth grade, you use to borrow niggas’ clothes
You act like a freak, but you ain’t never sucked no toes
You still owe your college three bands in student loans
You don’t got no hoes, everyday you beat your meat
You don’t want these problems, pussy boy, you know you weak
When I catch you slipping, I’m gon’ punch you in your teeth
Ugly God a bitch, pussy boy don’t want no beef

[Chorus]
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (What?)
Fuck Ugly God (Aye!)

Fabolous – Stacks Up (feat. PnB Rock)

[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag’
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin’ up
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag’
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin’ up

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
They keep on actin’ up, I just be crackin’ up
They keep on reachin’ and I just be stackin’ up
I be too high for they down talkin’
When I do say that’s the round talkin’
I do my numbers and let them keep count
I got keys in my mattress, so fuck your sheep count
Listen, have you ever, ever seen a focus switch
Like you went to sleep broke but you over rich
Like you pulled up in foreign to some local shit
And made them niggas go crazy on some Joker shit
I said shout my Harley Quinns, lookin’ like Kylie Jenns
We gon’ hit the club and light it up, halogens

[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag’
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin’ up
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag’
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin’ up

[Verse 2: Pnb Rock]
Stack it up like Legos
Spend it all like play doughs
I ain’t on the top but I’m on my way though
So all this girls ain’t doin’ what I say so
I was chasin’ the bag
I’m on my way to some cash
So if it ain’t bout no money, my niggas they don’t even ask
Yeah, you know I’m on my way
Poppin’ xannies so I stay up
Like a marry jeans
Breeze be supreme
Gucci be so clean
I’m a Louis fiend
Big body, yeah
Chopped out, yeah
Haters they gon’ stare
You know I don’t care

[Chorus: Pnb Rock]
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag’
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin’ up
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag’
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can’t count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin’ up

Key Glock – Winning (Glock Season Album)

[Hook]
You losing, we winning
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
Choppa kick, mortal combat
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
You losing, we winning
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
Choppa kick, mortal combat
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

[Verse 1]
Hundreds, fifties, twenties
All I know is get plenty
Got this forty on my waist
This ain’t no Gucci or a Fendi
Bad lil bitch run around like a hemi
But I’m still pourin mud and rolling up sticky
(Steady rolling up sticky)
Hopped up in a foreign, I’m peeling I’m drifting
(Hopped up in a foreign, I’m peeling I’m drifting)
Find a nigga like me, baby I ain’t too many
All of my niggas chase checks
You can get wet
You play with that, Guap
All of my niggas tote that
Like rubberbands, you can get popped
My young niggas crazy
They don’t give a fuck
Balling so hard, my team is so clutch
We shooting to kill
Like Donald boy duck
You keep talking down
Ima keep running up

[Hook]
You losing, we winning
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
Choppa kick, mortal combat
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
You losing, we winning
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
Choppa kick, mortal combat
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

[Verse 2]
I grind it up from a corn sack
You smell that loud, That’s that skunk pack
This hundred round drum, Ima dump that
And my pockets swole, they be pouring fat
Yea my money long as giraffe neck
We got them choppas like Baghdad
Where is that cash, Gotta have that
Homie get ya bitch, before I smash that
I hit her then quit her, I don’t give a fuck!
(I hit her then quit her, don’t give no fuck!)
I’m not from Milwaukee , I’m just bout the bucks
(I ain’t from no Milwaukee, bitch all Ima bout them bucks!)
These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff
(These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff)
Until we pull up, then they face freezing up

[Hook]
You losing, we winning
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
Choppa kick, mortal combat
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at
You losing, we winning
I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it
I ain’t chasing these bitches
I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings
Choppa kick, mortal combat
I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black
I’m at the trap where the bombs at
Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

Denzel Curry – Bloodshed (13 EP)

[Verse 1]
Bitch I’m ultimate
When I flow, I drop bombs like a Soviet
Not a communist but I’m anonymous
Zero tolerance if niggas talking shit
Now you talking, the end of the partnership
Had to cut that bitch off
Send that bitch off with a fucking sawed off
Being too nice is a giving a fuck cuz
These internet niggas be thinking I’m soft
What are you lost, come down the one way
I don’t fuck with none of you niggas the long way
Send em’ to the Ultimate is the wrong way
I’m a real ass nigga, y’all boys is anime
Characters, I will embarrass you
You don’t want war in this game ain’t no challenger boy
Rather get paper and stack it my boy
With a bad bitch in a Challenger boy
You don’t want a motherfucking problem
You don’t want beef, might as well play possum, dead
Kneel before the almighty dread
Reiterate everything that I said

[Hook]
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def
Biatch

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m ultimate
When I’m spitting this lyrical syphilis
I’m intelligent but I get ignorant
Not so famous but yet I am infamous
I’m a dick and y’all niggas is feminist
Put the ill in the Iliad
Fuck that don’t take in the odd out of Odyssey
Denzel got a murdering policy
With no remorse, not accepting apologies
No jewelries, speaking tomfoolery
Fuck the rap game imma speak at my eulogy
Bury them, like a smoothie my nigga I bury them
In this world I feel like a terrarium
Out of my cranium, back in my stadium, starship
Giving you all of my hardship
Don’t give a fuck about a car, whip, slip
You don’t want a motherfucking problem
You don’t want beef, might as well play possum, dead
Kneel before the almighty dread
Reiterate everything that I said

[Hook]
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
Denzel, why you had to make bloodshed?
Cause a fuck nigga fucked with the ultimate
28 in a clip, I’ma shoot what’s left
Fucking with a black star, but I ain’t Mos Def
Biatch

Denzel Curry – Equalizer (feat. Ronny J) (13 EP)

[Intro]
Ultimate

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Equalizer, synthesizer
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
I got the shit that could take out New York
I do not fuck with the population
Contemplation killing competition
Confrontation, reevaluation
You don’t want to see the revelation
Straps looking like a lederhosen

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Stop, doctor said he couldn’t hold on
Cut, motherfucker I am Logan
N-I-G-G-A Attila The Hun
Mixed with Bishop Magic Juan
I got the fuckin’ magic wand
I am the ugly, I am so ugly
With the face, only ya mother could love me
Nothing is lovely, only get loneliness
Phoniness, only resides on the tongue
Sun is never radiant, coming undone
So instantaneous, it is begun
No way escaping it though
Suicide thoughts with the murder I wrote
Death from anonymous, broken my promises
Feeling that I will return later on
Fuck it, it’s Halo, I wouldn’t respawn

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Equalizer, synthesizer
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
I got the shit that could take out New York
I do not fuck with the population
Contemplation killing competition
Confrontation, reevaluation
You don’t want to see the revelation
Straps looking like a lederhosen
Stop-

[Verse 2: Ronny J]
I fucked that bitch, she’s a fake, yuh
I got the drugs in my vape, yuh
Niggas straight [?] late, yuh
All of your diamonds is fake, yuh
Most of these niggas is waste, yuh
I got the session in case, yuh
New burly king with the fade
Keep my bitches like my diamonds, in place, yuh
Ice bag on my nuts
Watch what I’ve been on
Birch trees on my chest
Put that [?], yuh
I fucked that bitch right to sleep, yuh
I gotta battle my friends
I have got no time to waste
I hit a lick, I hit a lick
I hit a lick, it not real
Check my account and I double up
I make them bands in the day
I make them bands in the day, yuh
I hit a lick, it not real
Check my account and I double up
I make them bands in the day
I make them bands in the day, yuh
Watch the way that I flex, yuh
Shawty want me cause I’m next, yuh
She grab my wave, my [?], yuh
Look, now her panties are wet, yuh
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Yeah, I’m paid
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Yeah, I’m pai-

Denzel Curry – Heartless (13 EP)

[Intro]
Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop Boop
Bap Bap Blap Blap Blap Blap

[Verse: Denzel Curry]
My gun got diarrhea when it
Boop boop boop boop boop
Y’all niggas with that barking shit
That woo woo woo woo woo
Do you hear the 1 to 44, double 22
Hold on let me slow it down, Harvey DJ’s crew
Niggas be thinking they real niggas
Niggas be thinking they shining
Niggas be thinking they diamonds
My niggas movin’ in silence
You niggas don’t want a war
I lay you down with the dinosaurs
Bitch I am a megazord, industry you do not win awards
I’m high as a hoverboard
I don’t compute like a motherboard
I eat like a carnivore
None of you niggas prepared for war
This ain’t what you heard before
Roll up the green like a herbivore
This ain’t what you heard before
Roll up the green like a herbivore
Like Jordan you stay with the bullshit
My nigga I’m done with the nonsense
My nigga I’m outta my conscience
I’m throwin’ my brain out the window
A whole bunch of kush and some indo
I’m bout to roll up with my kinfolk
With all of the things that I seen
It’s looking just like what Bush wrote
Roll it up, smoke it up
And put it through the glass pipe
Fuck around with me
This’ll probably be your last night
First time she saw me it’ll probably be her last time
When she call me back
I’ma tell her it’s a bad time

[Chorus]
I do not talk shit, I rented a starship
Out of my starship, I slept with a goddess
Out of the darkness, I feel like a goblin
I am so heartless, I’m feeling so heartless
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?
I am so heartless, why am I so heartless?

Denzel Curry – Zeltron 6 Billion (feat. Lil Ugly Mane) (13 EP)

[Intro]
Ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, yeah

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Welcome to the cellar, propelled into a realm
So then you meet me at the elm
Like Del so you could know that I’m funky as ever
Like zero, the pain is down to hill, my brain is made of steel
I crash into your soldiers like bricks thrown by Shaquille O’Neal
The coldest flow in a snow globe, my nigga I’m lost in frost
I never went to college, don’t even listen to Asher Roth
Sometimes I’m a butterfly, most times I feel like a moth
Kill my insecurities because they tried to make me soft
Kill off, you and your posse, if you cross me
Have you so shook you wouldn’t even want to cross streets
Pardon me, niggas be, Madison Square guardin’ me
You could be a statue and you still won’t be as hard as me
Fuck the industry, I only worry about my artistry
Hard to see, RIP my older brother Lotto Tree
Dawg, I’m murdering everything inside my allegory
Come back from the dead I’ll smack you to purgatory

[Chorus]
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!

[Verse 2: Lil Ugly Mane]
Who else but Ugly Mane and Zel
Could rock it so funky as hell
We got it locked like a prison
Got ’em twistin’ on them D’s watching
Speaking facts like 360 degrees drop it
Wisdom, you think you mobbin’ but you isn’t
Miami back to Richmond back to Cali
They gon’ find your body in the alley
Ugly still the ugliest, Ugly still destructive
I’ma lay you down underneath the ground if you fuck with this
Head up in the clouds when the dutch is lit
Puffin’ it, I be acting foul for the fuck of it
Lately its a lot of days I feel hopeless (fuck it)
Its a lot of days I’m feeling like I’m drowning in the ocean
Put your hands on me and your hands gettin’ broken
When I hit the scene it’s like a goddamn explosion
Find me out surrounded by some shooters
They be young and old
Piffing looking crispy I got origami money folds
Ugly Mane, bars played
That blood in my veins be running cold
Running the game I be unapposed
Short fuse, don’t cut it close
Ugly Mane, bars played
That shit I spit be so morose
You better watch your mouth playa
I hit you with that lethal dose

[Chorus]
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!

Royce Da 5’9″ – C Delores (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro: C. Delores Tucker]
It is obscene, it is obscene, it is obscene
In 1992 the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was more important to ban speech that is dehumanizing to women than to protect free speech. Now we see the direct and indirect effects. We see the rise in murder, in abuse, in battles, teen prostitution, and teen suicide. We hear the wailing mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers, and children planning their own funeral with pink dresses and pink caskets. If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and art is not obscene then I submit that nothing is obscene

[Verse 1]
We started off as targets
We had the Congress mad at the whole genre
Tryna get rid of us
Now it’s like we not even trying to be good
It’s like we just sitting ducks in the eyes of evil
I open windows with hopes that the wind blows you ten mo’ blessings
Set my Timbo’s next to my dresser with the Nintendo, and yes
The extendo’s on the AK 47 and it’s wrapped in the dresses of En-Vogue
It’s time, it’s time to move something
I guess we missed our window to try to prove something
Spot a whack producer from across the room
Walk up to him, smack his hookah across the moon
Break a platinum plaque over a rapper back
Go and toss that bitch into a dark lagoon
Go into the heart of the art form with a harpoon
They ain’t skilled enough to stand the field with us
You gon’ have to retire me
It’s only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me
I be out here telling the truth
I should sign my autograph with a polygraph
I move in silence
Tryna get to you ‘fore you could brace yourself
Cause I’m tryna put yo’ ass in a body cast
Y’all niggas lollygag — not me
This evening I’m with the biggest spenders having the most prestigious dinner
You eating Church’s Chicken with suspicious fictitious sinners
I’m a living legend, you a fidget spinner
I’m getting cheddar, they tryna catch up to my past M’s
And I’m getting better, tryna catch up and pass Em’
I be blacking out, you could ask them
Everything I spit be sick, gag phlegm
Everything I wear be tailor-made to fit, Giraffe trim
Huh, it seem like everybody out here right now wanna be ‘Pac
While I’m zoning, stirring the pot
I’m ’bout to go so motherfucking Lamont Coleman
This ’bout to be disturbing to watch
While I’m out here swerving the drop
Your favorite rapper ’bout to get cleaned up, served in a box
Like laundry detergent, pushing ’round these birds with a mop
Tryna stay in a genius, creative state of mind
Tryna stay sharper than straight sharks in a ‘gator pond
Grate her down, all for the greater good and the greater grind
While they denying now, all these heathens be crying ’bout
Taking care of two, three dudes but these people be lying
We keeping it G, we keeping the iron out
They feed negativity, we eating vagina while
Keeping it Zion, we turning the streets of Detroit to a D zoo
Eating while we feed people to lions
The dude did eyeball, with me psycho and schizo
He think that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you skywalk
You don’t wanna play with none of his make-believe truth
They’ll make the iron speak too
He’ll do the R2D2 to your heart
Until it’s parts of a easel
Threw a piece of your heart in a jar for the people
To dissect at Juilliard
I’m the best at who we are, that’s fucking food for thought
Nobody else been thinking like me thus far though
Subpar cerebrals

[Interlude: C. Delores Tucker]
For 400 years, profit came before principle. We marched for our right to at Selma, I was there with Dr. King. Music that glorifies and promotes violence with guns, knives, or drugs and that includes all this gangsta rap, that’s it. We march again and we’re gonna keep on marching

[Verse 2]
I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
While I’m flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee
Eating all the bark with Gargamel off of the cherry tree
King of the dark art, all is pale compared to me
Let the hail from the evil word flip hath fury
While hip-hop stay colorful fruity like RiFF RaFF jewelry
I enter into a different intuitiveness on instruments
I just whiplash new beats
You just the next wave to catch a crazy catchphrase
I’m just a neck brace to the next crazy contestant who should step to me, neck pain
Tell paparazzi I’m charging sales tax to media
In order to picture these digits, press will have to capture Loch Ness
On the back of a hellcat or capture a meteor
Me, I left from the frying pan like the Devil’s last ingredient
While Jesus wept I made boss music flunkies relate to
Better each time I came through like I held back the previous
Look, I’m the real thing
These niggas just here to provide dangerous detail
If any of y’all MCM’s is any flyer than me there
These niggas listen to sign language, probably speak braille
Me, I’m just about to stick my dick in the dirt
Either that or a model, these Ether raps are the Bible
I’m gon’ relapse for a bottle or be in the absence of Godot
Relax for a throttle
One of the last living rap forefathers who wouldn’t ask for a dollar
My style lethal ferocious
Streaming out your club when your single drop
Like a single drop of blood off the beak of a vulture
Uh, I broke my key off in the car door
Just as I was on my way to score a quarter key off Artmore
I’m an angel at squalor
My threshold for pain goes farther than a marine who’s been ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different fours
More layers than 44 sorting [?]
Vocabulary lords sicker than Herbie’s recording thesaurus
The Virgin Mary took a morning-after pill the morning before fornicating the Lord
They gave birth to me 44 days later drinking a 40 at the coroner’s door
Therefore, this is more than just my dormitory
This is the safe place I come to look Benjamin in the face
So when you gon’ end up getting ate like four and four
Icicles is made of blood-boiling water alluring gore
I’m here to combine all three Bar Exams for a fourth
While I shoot the shit as deep as foul goes though, so it’s four to four
While driving a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for

[Outro: C. Delores Tucker]
We’re beaten with billy clubs and we’re bitten with dogs unleashed by Bull Carters. We will not tolerate injustice and insults from our worst enemies then, and we sure ain’t gonna accept insults from our youth

Royce Da 5’9″ – Wake Up (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro]
Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing?
‘Cause nowadays you just all seem ruined
Will you wake up? What are you doing?
Using way too much autotune
Hello, Hip Hop, what are you doing?
What’s some of that corny shit that you been on?
(Wake up)
(Can you wake up?)
Respect the art
I got one question for y’all
(Can you wake up?)

[Verse]
Competitive rap is back in effect
You niggas out here playing bitchball flapping your neck
What in the fuck is wrong with y’all? Get back to respect
Put on a shirt, get back to the six-pack on the steps
And everybody can’t be motherfucking sexy
I just wish niggas would understand that
Man, Instagram just need a dunce button
Now all the rappers got their hands wrapped in a boxing gym
You throw your punches like you ain’t ever punch nothing ever
And on the behalf of all men you making us look bad
I’m sure if we took you to the gun range you couldn’t spray the target, fam
You couldn’t fight your way out a paper bag with Shenaynay from Martin hands
You couldn’t beat my daughter in a game of basketball in a garbage can in the streets
If y’all scared, nigga, call the police
I wonder if they know how soft they all look today
Fuck a drive-by, I just hop out the car and mush a face
They all crooks and snakes, all serpents
All part of the large circus mixed with Cirque du Soleil
They all purpose, clique jumpers, they all ball-jerkers
Ex-mall workers who text wrong
Shit like the K without the O in front
Get off the phone, chump
Your career is like a microwave without the door in front
Liked today, but you ain’t holding none
Your raps are like just okay, but problem is you’re just okay with that
Where the fuck did rap get dislocated at?
I’m just gonna keep spitting ’till this shit’s in place
’till I feel 2008 is back
Fans being way too nice, where all my haters at?
I spit hiatus raps, I’m just that good
I never ride the wave ’cause I’m the water, I’m like the rap Suge
Minus the fade by the barber, and all our thoughts cold
And all y’all thoughts blow, ours is Pearl Harbor
And all my thoughts go in line, they can go inside of a barcode
I got the violent history of Gotti’s polaroid flow, there’s only one way to picture me
Instantly a body
My twin barrells I call Tiara and Tia Mowry
Being shot at is about as likely as seeing y’all on lean and Molly
My mind shuffles thoughts
‘Till hard lines touch the bars
And then I spit it like I’m trying to fill up a couple vaults
People find love and realize that love is love
And they should be the fucking law ’cause love is love even when love is lost
You niggas need to be aggressive again
You niggas at them labels need to come from the back of them desks and find the next nigga with talent
And quit being so skewed by views and streams
Or I’ll come through and pee in your vegan salad

Royce Da 5’9″ – N My Zone / Mask Off (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro: Will Smith]
The separation of talent and skill is one of the greatest misunderstood concepts for people who are trying to excel, who have dreams, that wanna do things. Talent you have naturally. Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft

[Part 1: "Backseat Freestyle" Remix]

[Chorus]
I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
Nigga, I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
Killing microphones, killing microphones

[Verse 1]
I been like the zone
When you talk to me minimize your tone
Take some of that bass out your voice
Don’t go and put your Energizer on
With this beat I’m going all the way
I don’t mean to the end of night, come on
I mean I’mma take it to the grave, untilI end your life it’s on
I’m talking about cracker-jacking these niggas ’till their whole enterprise is gone
I’m talking about clapping at these niggas with some shit that’s gonna feminize you strong
I’m talking about tenderize the bone
I ain’t talking about weird science though
When I say that my ceiling is probably gone
I’m talking about villainizing your home
Nigga, I been in like the zone
I’m looking like Rambo in this bitch
But nigga, I ain’t feeling like Stallone
Feel more like I’m in a heist alone
Look, I don’t like to aim my shit at any artist
When I’m writing I’m just generalizing
How am I gon’ take a shot at something I can’t even fucking identify with?
I’m feeling like the long days away from feeling my Patrón
Used to have the coldest bitches waiting for me chilling by the phone
Used to do donuts on the grass, now I’m just feeling like a drone
‘Cause even though I’m sitting high somewhere I’m still spinning by your home, bitch

[Part 2: "Mask Off" Remix]

[Chorus]
I’ve been killing microphones, bitch, killing microphones, bitch
I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
Nigga, I’ve been killing microphones, killing microphones
Killing microphones, killing microphones

[Verse 2]
This a new life, who this?
This a new phone, who this?
I’m in a new zone, who this?
This ain’t no Redbone and who this
I’m sorry, my top is unavailable right now, my roof gone, who this?
Nigga, my taste amazing, my chick look like the waitress from Hooters
And she about to fix me dinner
She independent, but she into niggas that’s big spenders
And I’m into fitting this dick in her
And she into fitness like Brittany Renner
I used to chase the liquor with the Guinness
Move-making, nigga, with the business
With the winners in the bed with two majors
I still wake up feeling independent
I’m a savage, on top of that I’m a reckless product of D&D
Stop critiquing me, my detractors just couldn’t sell a record to the DMV
I’m somebody, ain’t nobody better than
My precise knowledge and intelligence
Well advanced, I swipe a knife across your white collar like a cheddar scam
I put your lights out like Edison
Ain’t nobody out there ready for him
My blood type B positive, your type O like the credits wrong
I’m immune to all medic-on, blue Ferrari head is gone
Went from palladiums to colosseum stadiums, you perform in the Reddit forum
I spot a bitch nigga like Cyclops on Santa Monica
Got a model blowing my mind, my new Monica’s blowing my Monica
The car odometer is on the bottom of all the numbers like you dial star pound
Or put the car around white walls, call ’em Fire Marshals to come and shut the party down
I’m the leader of CMB, doing 52 over speed bumps
In front of your table with TMZ doing interviews while you eat lunch
I deal with mics real Kendrick-like, I’ll kill a mic
Cash rules everything around me until I die
Looking right into the vanilla sky
I’m funny acting "who this?"
You owe me money, run me that or do this
Get a running start, jump into a hole, take a hole in that beluga
I act like them older cats with moola
Dragging motorcycles past the light
With Kodiak on that Patrón, I’m hot and on cognac, I’m cooler
And I’mma show no reaction to your rollie flashing like my zodiac a jeweler
Ain’t nothing but a dead something, I be headhunting, yeah, I’m going for that medulla
Boo-yah, don’t be acting foolish
Baby, this a new phone, you yapping "who this?"
Maybe everything I’m gon’ say from here on then is gon’ be on the behalf of "who this?"
(Hello) This a new life, who this?
I’m on a roll like two dice moving
I’m on a boat in Dubai fooling
On the moped flute-by shooting
I’m an unapologetic work in progress
Product of a hard-working dedicated father with shortcomings
Praying all his sons make it farther
People say that it make you softer to raise a daughter, but it made me harder
Smarter with the way I make dollars just to make sure she stay a baby baller
The way I zone is like the AC on
I play like KC and KG, you can’t even cage me
I be using Windows like I’m on a HP
Just look around, I don’t own a thing that ain’t in HD
I ain’t interested in the crown that don’t belong to Wayne, Shady or Jay Z
That’s a opposite
You don’t like your life, how about death?
You don’t like to fight, how about sex?
You don’t like the kind of car you drive, okay, how about Bow Wow’s jet?
I got the kind of flow that destroy the place though
How about you take your shot at Rihanna like I did when I said "hi"?
Or how about with Soulja Draco?
How about I come through and paint the floor with your whole crew?
How about the coroner come through and tell you go get Maaco
How about I don’t give a fuck about burning bridges?
How about I walk through the fire ’cause I’m hot and I got the golden gate flow?
How about I box?
How about like Argyle
I sock niggas and give ’em disease like a irock
How about I hop out the Maybach and challenge every living emcee?

Royce Da 5’9″ – No Radio (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

Royce is going to fucking kill you

Ha, true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio getting blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke

How can I go from rocking wit Dre, to falling out
Wit Shady, and poping my glock on the block to dropping on Koch!
Mistakes that I’ve made, I’ve learned to regret
Impatiently we blazing them AK’s, to earn the respect
(I) don’ been in the trenches for years, in this rap shit
Where my name is mention is fear, compared to that shit
(I) don’ paid my dues, (I) don’ learned more from my mistakes
Then I learned in any grade in my school
(I) could have made you today, (I) could raise ya brow
On a label that’s foul or made you on radio play
(I) could guide myself, through the game myself
Give you the chills, kill hip hop, and save myself
(I) learned to behave myself, people choose sides when
They figure you die, I learned they take away my wealth
All these niggas that used to page me, everyday that I dealt
But they all gone, y’all wrong, (I) page myself, because

I do this music for me, I take time and put pride in it
This music is me, it’s no ruining me
I’m the truest MC, as hot as you need me to be, as cool as can be
If you was true as me, then this for you, but I do it for
I do this music for me, I take time and put pride in it
This music is me, it’s no ruining me
I’m the truest MC, as hot as you need me to be, as cool as can be
If you was true as me, then this for you, but I do it for me

Every breath I breathe, every second I have
To be in the lab, wit young man, making a track at least
In the basement, rapping in peace, Patiently Waiting
To blow up and grow up, back and away from this rapping beef shit
All of that should cease, cause I feel like quitting
Back to the factory, rap for ME, when I feel like spitting
Go out and kill a clown a day, don’t call me Royce no more
It’s Ryan, I just threw Detroit’s crown away!
It’s only so many times, I could let my temper get tested
I can’t handle it, I’ll eventually get arrested
I’m on the verge of doin some things, that won’t help – shit!
Take myself away from my family, is so selfish
I can’t help shit, lately I been ignoring rules
You taking care of too many people, to go and lose
(I) do my music and speak truly, without the influence of movies
Or these fools in the street, that wanna do me, nigga

True motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio getting blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke
Yeah, hopin you true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Yeah, up in the studio getting blowed
Truest shit I ever spoke

Royce Da 5’9″ – Combat (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro]
Then I keep my .40 Glock on me. This has no safety on it, it’s fully loaded, there’s one in the chamber at all times, so that means if I need to, I just aim and squeeze

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, them niggas know I’m ready for combat
All you ever gonna find in my DNA is combat
Everywhere I go, these niggas know I’m ready for combat
Nothing but violence and rage in my DNA – it’s combat

[Verse 1]
I don’t got comrades
I just ride with the gun, cash, and a good girl that’s gone bad
I don’t have to have a hit, shit could be a bunt
I’m ready for combat
This ain’t really what you want
And I ain’t really fascinated with your ‘Benz price
Fall back and get your car jacked while the engine masturbate the twin pipe
I beat you down
Only time you heard about me backing up is the armoured truck beeping sound
Instead of battle rapping with you, I’d rather speak in rounds
True veteran, Sickening flow you couldn’t do better than
Show up to your crib, dig a six foot hole, introduce you to your new residence
Y’all what all the flash and all the autographs about
Y’all niggas actin’ like broads is all your fault, that Remy Ma the hardest rapper out
Y’all only do music with people ‘cos they hot, so your point is stupid
I just wanna stay the fuck away from you and do a joint or two with Joyner Lucas
Shut the game down
Show you you ain’t shit when I come through
Don’t even flinch at me – I’m James Brown
You ain’t built to fit in that jump suit
I’m super strapped with a rocket launcher – Google that
Lay a hand on me
I’ll spray you and your homie
Have you land on him like Scoob and Scrap
I’m in the streets where the movers at
Y’all industry, y’all industries where the Ubers at
I’m ruthless black like Dr Dre crew
Rae Carruth in a topless grey coupe
Got the K cocked, stay true
The roof is back, get in the car
Never been a star, but I’m blessed
I found a girl who love me almost as much as Peter Rosenberg loves Kendrick Lamar
I’m just tryna be the one who finally make Rihanna faithful
Was I the only one heartbroken when I found out French Montana fucked Sanaa Lathan?
And I promise y’all I’m not a hater; I’m just aggravated
I just want all my hoes who don’t know that they my hoes yet to act their ages
I just want to drive all my hoes crazy like the one that played That’s So Raven
Back to back with me blasting iron, ratchet waving
Caps flying like we had a graduation

[Chorus]
Everywhere I go, them niggas know I’m ready for combat
All you ever gonna find in my DNA is combat
Everywhere I go, these niggas know I’m ready for combat
(5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

[DNA Beat Change]

[Verse 2]
I got real nigga in my DNA
I be killing at will
I’m the illest that live
Fuck a deal, fuck a VMA
I beef, y’all mediate
Y’all PDA, I’m TNA
Soon as one of y’all step by the bar I alleviate
Niggas must want death by tomorrow, if you trying war with me today
Y’all niggas story long, not me; I abbreviate:
I innovate
I’m NBA
Y’all CBA
Gettin’ paid my TV rate
My reality BDP
Evil D, I’m CTJ
Y’all DVD
Y’all reality Stevie J
Y’all trying to box with a nigga that’ll beat your ass, but I’d much rather beat a case

Royce Da 5’9″ – Gov Ball (feat. Westside Gunn & Conway) (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro]
What the fuck’d I do? Diss a whole bunch of pussy-ass rappers?
Well tell one of they pussy ass to link up with me then
These niggas… Y’all think these niggas tough
But I don’t think these niggas real killas
I know what’s goin’ on

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ay yo
These rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m back in eight balls
Spilled Perignon on my suede ’cause
I had to tell that bitch, "Don’t touch my Wades!"
Lean by the pool
$3K for the shades
100 round plumb at least five in your brain
When bricks went on sale I was going insane
My shooter said, "Look, you don’t even gotta pay me
I’ma shoot the fuck nigga blocka for the fame"
Still duckin’ my third felony, I’m on skates
Fuck the halfway house, I’d rather wait
Three stands for some noodles and I’m straight
Grizelle is the illest, no debate

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & Westside Gunn & Both]
While all these rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m fuckin’ they broads
Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m back in eight balls
That nigga had to tell his boo
Don’t trust my ways
Lean by the pool
$3K for the shades
These rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m back in eight balls

[Verse 2: Conway]
Yeah
Get you whacked it only cost a band
Twenty shots, every bullet in that cartridge land
My shooter been buggin’ since niggas off’ed his man
Lil’ dirty nigga, type to piss and don’t wash his hands
Pink Bape hoodie, feel like the Harlem Cam
Niggas rap good about them bricks
But never bought a gram
Flow outta this world
I’m the martian man
Everyy shirt sell out in minutes
Now that’s a market plan, yeah
If I reach it’s for a weapon
Release three in your chest
And in peace you niggas restin’
Leave niggas in sections
Pieces of you left in the street nigga
I’m more than a street nigga, you guessed it
Pussy, I’m never beefin’ on a record
I beat niggas to death
That’ll teach niggas a lesson
Machine nigga
Free all the real niggas locked [?] nigga
One hundred shots in that magazine nigga

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & Westside Gunn & Both]
While all these rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m fuckin’ they broads
Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m back in eight balls
That nigga had to tell his boo
Don’t trust my ways
Lean by the pool
$3K for the shades
These rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m back in eight balls

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5’9"]
Nickel
We taking all comers
Caking all summer
They playing basketball
We playing take they ball from ’em
I’m in front of the stove wit’ it
Check the score, the Rolex is gold
I’m going old Lexus Hov, sellin’ blow
Thuggin’ for a purpose on my Pac shit
Ugly chain on purpose on my Nas shit
They passing around Moet bottles, but I don’t gossip
All I do is real nigga shit like a
Wiggle and shake to get through my day
And I don’t assume
I just been down and diggin’ my crate
And end up on the moon
Once you hit a nigga in the eye
They gon’ change though
Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky
Ain’t no rainbow
I was born physically conflicted with Christ
Though I’m God sent, I was sent through the light
Though I was meant to only exist in the night
There’s only one of me
I can easily imagine runnin’ rap
But I can’t even fathom rap running me
I guess you ‘spect me to wear dress shoes
And be hangin’ with "Yes" dudes
Or be wearin’ leather chaps with the pants underneath
Lookin’ like half a fag
Bout to have a glass of "flat tummy tea"
Tell your wife chill out with the retweets
And the waist trainers, grab a washcloth
Follow Alicia Keys, make her face plainer
She may just stay saner, I may just pull up in the wraith
Where she play and just David Blaine her

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & Westside Gunn & Both]
While all these rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m fuckin’ they broads
Ay yo, these rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m back in eight balls
That nigga had to tell his boo
Don’t trust my ways
Lean by the pool
$3K for the shades
These rap niggas at the governor ball
I’m back in eight balls

Royce Da 5’9″ – Nickle-9Ne-Alooya (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Intro: Muhammad Ali]
Never write about me like that
Never make me stick to one, it’ll just make me angry
Never ever make me no underdog
And never talk about who’s gonna stop me!
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me!
Ain’t a heavyweight in the world fast enough to stop me

[Verse]
Yeah, I survived a lot of savage shit
I’ve been vibing like it’s Attica
Bulletproof glass is on my ride, ride around here like the Vatican
I’m an addict, I personify arrogance
I believe you can speak some shit into existence, deleted my 9 to 5 narrative
Now I got a bitch so fine half the time I fuck her, rest the time I just stare at her
Letting the non-believers know I don’t need to go diamond Ryan, it’s forever bruh
I’m a level up from buying stilettos to impress em
Got em blindfolded, tying em up in leather like I’m Edward Scissorhands in some boxing gloves
Hitting it just as if the chick was with the S&M S&M, I ain’t never stressin em y’all are the nervous wrecks
With ya ho fucking me, both hands stroking the pole looking like she tryna roll up a sleeve, I call it the turtleneck
Next, I blow out her back while she sitting vertical on top of dick in a convertible
Call the shit murder the vertebrae then drop her off at the crib with vertigo
I done seen it all, been through it all so you know I know what is what
The smallest part of beef is gon always be all the things you utter bruh
My sense is keen and I got that ivory weighing on the triple beam while I dish a queen
The bitch got the Arsenio Hall from “In Living Color” butt
I got your baby mama hyperactive, piping her while she asking the lord in Michael Blackson accent “Lord, what in the mother fuck?”
My mind is so much more enlightening, who be tryna throw shade? I’m over here just destroying y’all sun
And this is what you call in y’all bag, then I’m in a Goyard trunk
Baby I’m getting cash money, getting the last laugh, the last word too
I’ma need my headstone to say “y’all finished or y’all done?”
Bar Exam 4 y’all, the there is no competition edition
No features, nobody scratching on it, this the I just been itchin’ edition
Ballin’ like I’m in the A-Town with Terio in the bleachers
Y’all are karaoking with Dirty Harry, tearing your stereo into pieces
Y’all need to take a soul searching class
The Slaughterhouse album I’d like to drop it, the New Edition biopic came out and now Joe wanna be Bobby so fucking bad
I’m just joking with my good friend, I’m just so in my happy place
I just know from my head to my toe I’m the greatest, y’all can keep ya ho and ya accolades
Dr. Dre taught me to not oversaturate before he offered me a deal
Right before I got another offer for a dollar amount you know that I had to take
And now that all of that shit is clearly behind us, y’all really expect me to regret being 19 and going and getting a million dollars?
Nigga fuck you, that’s a million dollars, still a million dollars
Nigga that’s 20 million nickels, that equals 20 bitches and an island
Now you’re talking unlimited dimes, and a hundred million pennies
Now do I wanna pitch it down? Hell yeah nigga that’s a million dollars
Now can you get the fuck over it? Please, consider respecting me, I’m willing to fucking pistol bust over it
As a kid I used to just be looking pitiful
A lot of my courses were difficult, so of course the teacher would tell me I ain’t bout to be too much more than just a custodian
And that gave me a complex I’m still stricken with I call the shit the Napoleon
When I walk in the kitchen now I want the ho to kiss the toe and lick the linoleum
All my old bitches before you slit your wrists if you can’t stomach it get some Imodium
Gassin’ bitches and spittin’ petroleum
The only actual difference between me and the Holy Spirit is the Trinity and the podium
Nickel Hallelujah
Nickel-9ne-Alooya
Nickel-9ne-Alooya
Hallelujah nigga Hallelujah
Nickel-9ne-Alooya

Royce Da 5’9″ – Chopping Block (feat. Slaughterhouse) (The Bar Exam 4 Album)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”]
Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel cot
Come out the colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming out Jesus Christ she can bite the towel
She receiving pipe from the nicest, my mic is Riker’s Isle
My mind deep as minin’ for diamonds, I raise MacGyver brow
I’m five minutes from perfect timing I’m like the price is down
A highroller, Cairo’ed like I’m Chyna and Tyga child
Mighta fucked one of you silver medalists wifey but
I can’t fight you cause, you might adjust my Midas touch
I can’t believe I just sat back and told that lie
I put this Tec back and give you a gold black eye, blaow
If I give a nigga a shiner consider the shit designer
I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up
My nigga Nottz on the beat
Somethin’ sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up
That’s right, rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is a Papa Doc’s, back to your proper spot
We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot
Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka’s sock
I could box, that’s why niggas opt to not
Money wide in my pocket mocking that Hasim Rahman knot
I philosophize, social stylist, them shits so timeless
This should be fossilized
Y’all just lie, y’all just falsify, y’all should be ostracized
Y’all should not be allowed to run alongside my whip with the ostrich eye
Come out your house without your pride
A coward dies a thousand deaths, tells a thousand lies
You see them lames? Tell ’em that I’m contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I’ll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you and your bodyguard looking like lasagna and cottage fries
Retire or apologize, or die, you looking right in the fire
Tryna be hot as me or tryna see eye to eye
Obviously, honesty’s not your policy

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I’m two seconds from smacking somebody face hard as hell
And I know that he listening
But the way shorty neck is positioning
While she spitting in the hole of my dick
Makes that other pussy not worth it
I put my foot in yo’ ass with all my old verses
Its like my sole purpose is giving my soul’s purpose
I don’t start but I finish you with a earth nap
E’rbody I turned into ashes, believe they earned that
Skip rap, let’s talk real people
To this day I die laughing with niggas who really kill people
Mask, gloves, and empties that would conceal diesel
Black snub that empty until they seal-freeze you
Dice game with the re-up
In lobbies where they never mopped the pee up
Turn that M.O.P. up
Every night mom’s praying that they ain’t mopping me up
I’m up top getting mop from Mia, mama mia
Now as far as the bars varying, I’m barbarian
He-Man, Hanna-Barbera action figure
Arms stiffer than Shawn Marion when he ball-carrying
Oh man, we in slaughter mode, Paul Rosenberg, pallbearers and Em
Who’d be left if the social media era died?
Shit, I blew checks before I was verified
I know the Dre that did beef before the Dre that did beats
Bloggers’ll beat on my meat if Detox leak

[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED]
Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Kill ’em before they body rot
I use they bodyparts to paint a Basquiat
Really I’m saving you, your label’s raping you
Transforming your anus like an Autobot
Assfucking a Cosmonaut
You prolly like it but keeping it lowkey, bottom lock
You hit rock bottom and go get your bottom rocked
I’m just tryna stop you like my father was tryna stop me
Then his condom popped
Crooked was born to defeat the odds a lot
I really don’t understand why these imposters are popular
I’m confused like seeing my Jewish homie rocking a swastika
During Hanukkah ‘stead of rocking his Yamaka
While Stevie Wonder gawking at Rihanna’s exotic, erotic body through the wrong side of some top dollar binoculars
It’s obvious, somebody gotta be mocking us
None given, I’m out of fucks, uh
I been on another level since I came into the industry
Still the illest spitting, getting rid of powder puffs
You coward are out of luck, you Howards know how to duck
40 caliber loud as fuck, for now it’s tucked
What? Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Give this bitch the biz, Markie, I beatbox a lot
She just want a confidant, her man want a problem? Stop
His days’ll be numbered like a calendar, that’s the caveat
Any given Thursday you gon’ get with the church play
Holy organs, I mean it in the worst way
With the llama I’m a farmer, I’m outstanding in my field
My skill is a dead giveaway if you will, now that’s wordplay
I’m from the era of gang culture and crack smoke
I rap dope ’cause that was an escape for poor black folk
2Pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins popping out of her neck, she give me mad throat
She a head doctor minus the lab coat
And when it come to being an incredible spitter, my nigga
I’m Eminem’s negative picture, black GOAT
I’m nice, cuz

[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
Yeah, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Same goal when niggas was bumping Scott LaRock
Same goal though niggas swear you shocking, jock
Screaming "What’s popping Ak’?" Red bean, cocking shots
With that said, no proceeding, gimme lethal
And it could be onsight before a nigga even see you
That’s ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the future, my mask was off in the past
I heard your album, all sound like filler to me
That’s why I’m asking how they iller than me?
It’s getting hot, you can feel the degrees
I been as real as could be
Different me, same song, Bryson Tiller agrees
Who you know is an uncharted team parted with lean
And hit parks and bargain a dream and step to the Carter regime
And wash Carhartt jeans, hard as it seem
Was all part of going bored to some bars to barking
Beg for your pardoning, your bothersome bar schemes
Matter fact, who the fuck you know is harder than him?
Say the gang broke up, shit, it wasn’t the gang
Fuck a verse, when it’s family it just run in your veins
Joey

[Outro: Joe Budden]
[?]
Nickle
Happy to be back guys
Crook
Joell