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Vic Mensa – OMG Lyrics

ou just hit the lotto

[Hook: Pharrell & (Sample)]
Pullin up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You see the look of stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
Smilin’, with 50 karats in my jaw
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
Love crime

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
Young Vic the diamonds, the finest, I shine like
Puff signed Shyne, except I signed to the Roc ’cause I’m timeless
Top off the Masi, my behavior is mindless
Old kids, nigga, we major, you minors
Fresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof
I’m still in the hood, tell Zimmerman “Shoot”
Hold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge
These rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood
What’s brackin’ cuz? What you know about gangbanging?
What’s V-lone thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin’?
Free Vic Mensa, I’mma start chain swanging
This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan
I’m Balmaing without paying, y’all playing
We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan
Suicide-ielago, that’s sacrificial lamb
I’m killa season Cam
No lives matter, blam

[Hook: Pharrell & (Sample)]
Pullin up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You see the look of stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
Smilin’, 50 karats in my jaw
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
Love crime

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Every other night I’m outside with the nine
You ain’t got chips, fuck the world
You got chips, you could fuck the next man’s girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
The weight kiss told us should never be misquoted
Them guns that you wave on the camera? We been toting
Selling love potion my whole rap career
So your streams and downloads could never match the kids
We could go foreign for foreign until it’s boring
My sheep will keep jumping the fence until you’re snoring
Street poetry, I’m on Wale Folarin
Till the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn
Written on the globe
Face to a table full of blow
Fresh powder skiing in the snow
Type of rappers we know
Got the right numbers on a kilo
Burn the the carter down like I’m Nino

[Hook: Pharrell & (Sample)]
Pullin up with the coupe (Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof (Oh my goodness)
You see the look of stupid on the stoop (Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you (Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
Smilin’, with 50 karats in my jaw
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme, nigga
Love crime

Chief Keef – You & Me Lyrics

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

Chief Keef – Couple of Coats Lyrics

[Hook]
Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like [?] fur
Boy don’t make me swerve, you smokin’ on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I’m something like an oh yeah, pull up in that oh yeah
Hey are you Sosa? I’m the man, oh yeah
I’ve seen Burberry, but I ain’t gonna go there
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah

[Verse 1]
Damn, I hate being sober
Hop out, show love
Buying all the Louis, [?] sure enough
The feds tryna get me, but I don’t know none
I do not speak English, I don’t show ya
But I’m partying like it’s my last day
Text yo bitch one emoji and she text a
Butterflies up in her gut from my wrist, damn shame
Got Hillary up in my Bentley, I’m the campaign
Hit the club, it’s crackin’, she hop on the wagon
She sees I’m swaggin’, but I’m not matching
Run up on me, who’s lackin’?
What’s up? What’s brackin’?
I was a True Religion Fiend ’til I started getting racks in

[Hook]
Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like [?] fur
Boy don’t make me swerve, you smokin’ on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I’m something like an oh yeah, pull up in that oh yeah
Hey are you Sosa? I’m the man, oh yeah
I’ve seen Burberry, but I ain’t gonna go there
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah

[Verse 2]
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
No no no no
That’s not no dope
Get out of this robe
I’m up in Fendi, they offer champagne
But I’m sipping lean, and I do not drink
I’m off of the drugs, and he want some [?]
And she wants a hug, and I want the love
I knew we would fuck when she got in my tub
Glory Boyz Musical, young Zac Efron
I’m off the dope
I’m off the drink
Hey love, what’s the name?
Do you smoke?
Does it stank?
Then what was falling, wasn’t rain

[Hook]
Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like [?] fur
Boy don’t make me swerve, you smokin’ on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I’m something like an oh yeah, pull up in that oh yeah
Hey are you Sosa? I’m the man, oh yeah
I’ve seen Burberry, but I ain’t gonna go there
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah

[Outro]
Hey are you Sosa?
I’m the man, oh yeah
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah, yeah

Demi Lovato – Make Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Not lookin’ to get deep
Just focusing on me, don’t need no one
No room for lover
Just faced getting over my history

[Chorus]
Forgot what it’s like to feel something so new
Yeah, you light my fire
Make me wild for you
You take me high
Yeah, you light my fire
You make me wild for you
You take me high and high

[Verse 2]
On my way to the top now
No one who need down dinner for one
No time for another, be under the covers
No plus one

[Chorus]
Forgot what it’s like to feel something so new
Yeah, you light my fire
Make me wild for you
You take me high
Yeah, you light my fire
You make me wild for you
You take me high and high

[Bridge]
No one’s ever made me feel quite like this, it feels unreal
You’ve got me fine, so high, up high, I’m high

[Chorus]
Yeah, you light my fire
Make me wild for you
You take me high
Yeah, you light my fire
You make me wild for you
You take me high and high

Korn – Black Is The Soul

As it all falls down, do I walk away
Or do I stand my ground and accept my faith?

And there’s the faceless cries, that twist my every dream
And almost every night I hear the demon sing

Why are we going on this way?
Why do we play these games in vain?
Nothing’s gonna break it down and build us back again
So why do go back that could leave this way?
Black is the soul that’s led astray
You’re leading me to places I can never follow

Happiness is found in the darkest ways
And as I searched around, I’ve made nothing but mistakes

And there’s the faceless cries, that twist my every dream
And almost every night I hear the demon sing

Why are we going on this way?
Why do we play these games in vain?
Nothing’s gonna break it down and build us back again
So why do go back that could leave this way?
Black is the soul that’s led astray
You’re leading me to places I can never follow

And when you scream you push me so much further and
And when I leave, I always would walk back again
And when you cry the tears are cleansing bitterness
I’m out of time, I’m slowly dying give me back my life

Just give me back my life
Just give me back my life
Just give me back my life

Why are we going on this way?
Why do we play this game
Nothing’s gonna break it down and build us back again
So why do go back that could leave this way?
Black is the soul that’s led astray
You’re leading me to places I can never follow

As it all falls down, do I walk away
Or do I stand my ground, there’s nothing left to say

Daddy Yankee – La Rompe Corazones (feat. Ozuna)

ZiquiDaddyYankee
(Oh, Oh, Oh Oh)
(La, La)
(Oh, Oh, Oh Oh)
Ozuna

[Ozuna]
Te pone una trampa, primero se deja querer
te eleva hasta el cielo y luego te deja caer
y deja una huella, donde quiera que pase
a veces buena, a veces mala, pregunta bien

Le dicen la rompe corazones, falsas ilusiones
no esperes que cambie con el tiempo
se acostumbro a que la perdonen (x2)

[Daddy Yankee]
Mencionan su nombre y el diablo se esconde
ve como un trofeo a todos los hombres
dice que te ama y es que algo se trama
te tiene dormido, haciéndote la cama
to’ lo que se propone ella lo consigue
quiere enamorarse y no se decide
después de bajar el cielo y no hay quien la obligue
caíste y es difícil que tu la olvides

Y empieza su venganza… cuando se gana tu confianza…
intenta pero su corazón no tranza…
te engaño y aun no pierde la esperanza… no

[Ozuna]
Empieza su venganza… cuando se gana tu confianza…
intenta pero su corazón no tranza…
te engaño y aun no pierde la esperanza… no

Le dicen la rompe corazones, falsas ilusiones
no esperes que cambie con el tiempo
se acostumbro a que la perdonen (x2)

[Daddy Yankee]
Me enamoro y ahora me ignora
me dijo que estaba sola
le llamo lo insaciable que en la cama me debora
hasta la mente me controla, mas de 24 horas
no sabes lo que te espera hay sorpresa en la gata pandora

na na, na na na na, na’ lo que hagas va a ayudarte
(no no no no no) quizás te cures con el tiempo (ten cuidao)
pero esa marca va a quedarse yeah!

Y empieza su venganza… cuando se gana tu confianza…
intenta pero su corazón no tranza…
te engaño y aun no pierde la esperanza… no

[Ozuna]
Empieza su venganza… cuando se gana tu confianza…
intenta pero su corazón no tranza…
te engaño y aun no pierde la esperanza… no

[Daddy Yankee]
Le dicen la rompe corazones, falsas ilusiones
no esperes que cambie con el tiempo
se acostumbro a que la perdonen

[Ozuna]
Le dicen la rompe corazones, falsas ilusiones
no esperes que cambie con el tiempo
se acostumbro a que la perdonen

Eh, Eh
Chris Jedai
Gaby Music
DY
Ozuna
ZiquiDaddyYankee

Blac Youngsta – Hip Hopper (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Blac Youngsta]
Pill-Popper, Pills
Pill-Popper, Pop
Seals

[Hook: Blac Youngsta]
Lean Molly water, perc pill popper
Pull up at follies on pill, pill, pills, (Pop!)
I’m on that drank, red and yellow
Rest in peace Pimp C pop seal, seal, seals (Pop!)
You ain’t bout that action, you ain’t no gangsta
You ain’t never been in the field, field, fields
Nigga you a rat, if the laws come and get you right now
Nigga you’ll squeal, squeal, squeal (Pop!)
You ain’t lost shit, you ain’t got it out the dirt, lil nigga
You don’t know how I feel, feel, feel (Pop!)
I’m on that Henny, I’m on that X
Ima fuck yo bitch out her heel, heel, heels (Pop!)
Pill-Popper (Pop!)
Seal-Popper (Woah!)
Run up (Pop!)
He’ll pop you (Pop!)
She suck my dick in my flip-flops (Pop!)
I do not fuck with no Hip-Hopper (Rappers!)

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Ho I’m a dog, bitch I don’t text
Cause I can’t spell everything I wanna say
I don’t know your name cause I fuck new bitches everyday
Hoe, I don’t remember your face
Identify yourself, I can’t go to sleep unless my pistol on the shelf
I can’t fuck that bitch ‘less I got a rubber on
All these percs got me feelin on myself
All this work, ain’t shit for the low
Hell nah nigga I ain’t givin no deals
Shoot the weedman, if the dope ain’t smokin
Playin with my drank, this shit ain’t sealed (Pop!) (Gang!)
Seal-popper (Gang!)
Most of you rappers just shit-talkers (Gang!)
I’ll fuck around, shoot your lip off ya (Gang!)
Run up (Gang!)
He’ll pop you (Bang!)

[Hook: Blac Youngsta]
Lean Molly water, perc pill popper
Pull up at follies on pill, pill, pills (Pop!)
I’m on that drank, red and yellow
Rest in peace Pimp C pop seal, seal, seals (Pop!)
You ain’t bout that action, you ain’t no gangsta
You ain’t never been in the field, field, fields
Nigga you a rat, if the laws come and get you right now
Nigga you’ll squeal, squeal, squeal (Pop!)
You ain’t lost shit, you ain’t got it out the dirt, lil nigga
You don’t know how I feel, feel, feel (Pop!)
I’m on that Henny, I’m on that X
Ima fuck yo bitch out her heel, heel, heels (Pop!)
Pill-Popper (Pop!)
Seal-Popper (Woah!)
Run up (Pop!)
He’ll pop you (Pop!)
She suck my dick in my flip-flops (Pop!)
I do not fuck with no Hip-Hopper (Rappers!)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, right wrist (Huh)
In the air, (Huh)
Ride around, (Huh)
Through Bel-Air, (Woah)
Bitch, I don’t fuck with no welfare hoes
Yo baby daddy broke he eat Cheerios
I’m a record-breaker
New whip with no CD player
Fuck niggas can’t talk to me
Old whips can’t park near me, huh
Pop shit (Yep!)
Flood wrist (Skrr!)
Red whips (Hoe!)
Take trips (Bitch!)
Molly got the lil hoe doing backflips
Model lil bitch lookin just like a Q-tip
Skinny, but she might cost you a penny
All of these bitches be mouses like Minnie
Not many niggas hangin ’round me that’s real real deal
Most of theses niggas gon squeal oh God

[Hook: Blac Youngsta]
Lean Molly water, perc pill popper
Pull up at follies on pill, pill, pills (Pop!)
I’m on that drank, red and yellow
Rest in peace Pimp C pop seal, seal, seals (Pop!)
You ain’t bout that action, you ain’t no gangsta
You ain’t never been in the field, field, fields
Nigga you a rat, if the laws come and get you right now
Nigga you’ll squeal, squeal, squeal (Pop!)
You ain’t lost shit, you ain’t got it out the dirt, lil nigga
You don’t know how I feel, feel, feel (Pop!)
I’m on that Henny, I’m on that X
Ima fuck yo bitch out her heel, heel, heels (Pop!)
Pill-Popper (Pop!)
Seal-Popper (Woah!)
Run up (Pop!)
He’ll pop you (Pop!)
She suck my dick in my flip-flops (Pop!)
I do not fuck with no Hip-Hopper (Rappers!)

[Outro: Blac Youngsta]
Pill-Popper, Pills
Pill-Popper, Pop
Seals

CHUNG HA – Why Don’t You Know (feat. Nucksal)

내 맘이 안 보일까 봐 close to me
진짜로 모르는 걸까 never
두근두근 대체 왜 이래
Tell me some ya story
네 맘을 모르겠어 더 close to u

나를 어지럽게 흔들어
너는 매일매일 my love babe
오늘도 넌 처음인 것처럼

나를 서두르게 만들어
너는 maybe my love babe
언제부턴지 모르지만

자꾸만 아니라고 말을 하네요
난 맞는데 넌 왜 넌 난 맞는데 왜 넌
사랑이 아니라고 말을 하네요
내 맘인데 넌 왜 넌 내 맘인데 왜
Why don’t you know
Why don’t you know
여전히 세상은 늙고
사랑은 아직 어려
마음을 전해도 닫기에는 아직 어려워
시간이 지난 뒤에 후회해 손해는 너
Ah 미리 말해두지만
나만이 너의 파일럿
아침엔 너가 좋아하는 색을 입어
우연을 가장한 인연을 난 믿어
싫다고 해 신경 안 써 never give up
별들이 떨어져 어서 소원 빌어

나를 특별하게 만들어
You make me feel better babe
누구보다 잘 아는 것처럼
계속 널 그리다 잠들어
너무 깊게 빠져 babe
바보 같을지 모르지만

자꾸만 아니라고 말을 하네요
난 맞는데 넌 왜 넌 난 맞는데 왜 넌
사랑이 아니라고 말을 하네요
내 맘인데 넌 왜 넌 내 맘인데 왜
Why don’t you know

아무것도 모르는 너
아무것도 모르면서
내 맘을 아는 것처럼
I just wanna be your girl

자꾸만 아니라고 말을 하네요
난 맞는데 넌 왜 넌 난 맞는데 왜 넌
사랑이 아니라고 말을 하네요
내 맘인데 넌 왜 넌 내 맘인데 왜
Why don’t you know

Why don’t you know
Why don’t you know

Z-Ro – Belongs To The Street

[Verse 1:]
Look, I got my money right now
No more monk for a month
I can buy this shit right now
Shining so bright I don’t need to buy no more ice now
They say no more A.B.N. for Ro, he is so polite now
I know my haters wanna see me down
I’m doing rich nigga shit everytime they see me now
Didn’t believe me at first, I bet they believe me now
She used to see me everyday, It ain’t that easy now
Cause I’m always on my grind
Not the average nigga, I won’t be home by nine
Anytime you wanna see me, baby
All you gotta do is turn on the T.V., baby
You ain’t gotta keep blowing up my phone all day
I’ma handle my business, then I’m on my way
Right after I put you to sleep I’m right back out the door
I’m trying to turn 2 into 4 and then 4 into more

[Chorus:]
My heart belongs to the street, belongs to the street
But my love belongs to you, belongs to you
If I don’t work, then I don’t eat, then I don’t eat
When I reach my quarter, I fuck with you, with you

[Verse 2:]
I be all across the country chasing money everywhere
You ain’t talking about no money then how could I ever care
Always at my hustle, these fellas are never there
And instead of looking over my shoulder I said a prayer, god bless
And Lord knows everybody had that Jordans, I couldn’t afford those
They used to talk about me cause I wore them poor clothes
So it ain’t no love for niggas or for hoes
First of the month keep coming back just like a boomerang
And I keep on living like this, I got a dude to say "Hell yeah"
So I got shit to do, shit to do
But I can’t wait to get this dick to you
I got to meet a couple people on my way home
Seem like we never get to kick it cause I stay gone
But when I look at how we living, I’m not tripping
So glad to see you I’m gon fuck you right here in the kitchen

[Chorus:]
My heart belongs to the street, belongs to the street
But my love belongs to you, belongs to you
If I don’t work, then I don’t eat, then I don’t eat
When I reach my quarter, I fuck with you, with you

RAY BLK – Doing Me

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I wear my hair down to my back
Or I [?] into single plats
And if it’s the summertime maybe do a weave
Always change my style depending where my head is at
Sometimes I wear a v neck real low
If I’m feeling sexy then expect some skin to show
Maybe wear a turtle neck if I’m feeling cold
My dressing is expression so don’t judge me by my clothes

[Pre-Chorus]
Some days I roll up in the hood and a trackie
Turning up your noes cause you think I look tacky
[?]
{?]
A short skirt doesn’t mean that I want it
My appearance doesn’t represent my wallet
This is for the ignorant ones with opinions
Keep your two sense inside you pocket

[Chorus]
I’m just doing me
I’m just doing me me me me
Well I’d wish you’d do you
That’s what you should do do do do
I think I want to show it I’ll show it I’ll show it off
I think I want to show it I’ll show it I’ll show it off
And you can do you
That’s what you should do do do do

Miley Cyrus – Inspired (On The Today Show) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I’m writing down my dreams, all I’d like to see
Starting with the bees, or else they’re gonna die
There won’t be no trees, or air for us to breathe
I’ll start feeling mad, but then I feel inspired
Thinking about the days coming home with dirty feet
Or playing with my dad, all day in the creek
He somehow has a way of knowing what to say
So when I’m feeling sad, he makes me feel inspired

[Chorus]
We are meant for more
Pull the handle on the door, that opens up to change
I know that sounds so strange, to think
We are meant for more
Pull the handle on the door, that opens up to change
I know that sounds so strange
‘Cause you’ve always felt so small, but know you aren’t at all
And I hope you feel inspired
Oh, I hope you feel inspired

[Verse 2]
How can we escape, all the fear, all the hate?
Is anyone watching us down here?
Death is life, it’s not a curse
Reminds us of time, and what it’s worth
To make the most out of it while we’re here

[Chorus]
We are meant for more
Pull the handle on the door, that opens up to change
I know it sounds so strange
‘Cause you’ve always felt so small, to think
We are meant for more
There’s a lock upon the door, but we hold the key to change

[Outro]
How can we escape, all the fear, all the hate?
Is anyone watching us down here?

M.I.A. – Goals

[Verse 1: MIA]
One
When we come through we fly as fuck though
I can mess with you but what for (hey)
If I play with you it’ll be a draw
Match made in heaven who’s keeping score
Everywhere, every door there’s nowhere where we won’t go
Every step, every blow we’re always going to get goals
Relationship goals are you and me
Fighting H-A-T-E with L-O-V-E

[Pre-Hook: MIA]
Ride of your life you better bring your GoPro (bring your GoPro, man)
Don’t need no pros ’cause we’re gonna go slow (we don’t need them hoes)
Love is the answer what’s the question I don’t know (no one knows)
Staring at the wall and I’m waiting for the call

[Hook: MIA]
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer (call it)
Pick up your receiver (go ahead and call)
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver

[Verse 2: MIA]
It started when you asked me what are those
I looked at you and I was glad you don’t know
I started walking by and it was special
That little dance you did was the best show
I drove to the store when my fuel’s low
I’m still heading somewhere and it feels raw
Baby, when we play it’ll be a draw
A match made in heaven who’s keeping score

[Pre-Hook: MIA]
Ride of your life better bring your GoPro
Don’t need no pros ’cause we’re gonna go slow
Love is the answer what’s the question I don’t know
Staring at the wall and I’m waiting for the call

[Hook: MIA]
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver

[Verse 3: MIA]
Cry me a river, cry me a river
Would you let me flow or set me bon voyage
Gonna need you more like the ground I wear
We can make a pair like breath and the air
Go to the top or be low
Tastes better than any combo
Xs and Os playing tic-tac-toe
We best friends, I guess so

[Hook: MIA]
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver
Pick up your receiver
I’ll make you a believer
Pick up your receiver

Khalid – Young Dumb & Broke (Remix) (feat. Rae Sremmurd & Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Khalid]
So you’re still thinking of me
Just like I know you should
I can not give you everything, you know I wish I could
I’m so high at the moment
I’m so caught up in this
Yeah, we’re just young, dumb and broke
But we still got love to give

[Chorus: Khalid]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
We kept our last few hundreds (yeah)
Spread out just like a fan (hey)
She memorized my number (oh)
Same one from 2010 (oh yeah)
And we’re living it up, forget about sorrow (oh)
Party all night (night)
Same time tomorrow
Keeping my cool (cool)
Making my moves
Young, dumb and broke, dreams coming true

[Chorus: Khalid]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

[Verse 3: Khalid & (Slim Jxmmi)]
We have so much in common
We argue all the time
You always say I’m wrong
I’m pretty sure I’m right
What’s fun about commitment?
When we have our life to live (hey!)
Yeah, we’re just young dumb and broke (skrt, skrt!)
But we still got love to give

[Verse 4: Slim Jxmmi]
Never thought it would be like this (Sremm life)
I never thought it could be like this
Remember when I used to drive the hoopty, oh yeh
I’m coming in that Lamb’ I’m ’bout to scoop you oh yeh
I know the last time that you see me I was broke
Pull up for my city, graduated blue and gold
Tell me how to do it, you ain’t did this shit before
Y’all niggas winning if you watching peep the scope
We get it while we young dumb

[Chorus: Khalid and (Lil’ Yachty)]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
(Lil’ Boat)
Young dumb broke high school kids
(Lil’ Boat, Lil’ Boat)

[Verse 5: Lil’ Yachty]
Young, dumb and broke (yah)
Back in high school Boat was so emotional
Now I’m super rich and everything I do is so promotional (yah)
I didn’t finish college, so my momma thought I wouldn’t be shit
I had to prove her wrong (yah)
That’s why I talk about her now in every single song
Had to struggle for a while (I did)
Just so I could live it up when it’s time to live (ok)
I knew something had to give (yah)
Broke as hell using lyft
I could never get a lift, now they all want one from me
Stay away from the thing, message from the King of the Teens

[Chorus: Khalid and (Lil’ Yachty)]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke (Lil Boat)
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada (it’s the American Teen and the King of the Teens)
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

Katy Perry – Birthday (Lyric Video)

I heard you’re feeling nothing’s going right
Why don’t you let me stop by
The clock is ticking, running out of time
So we should party, all night
So cover your eyes, I have a surprise
I hope you got a healthy appetite

If you wanna dance, if you want it all
You know that I’m the girl that you should call

But when you’re with me
I’ll give you a taste
Make it like your birthday everyday
I know you like it sweet
So you can have your cake
Give you something good to celebrate

So make a wish
I’ll make it like your birthday everyday
I’ll be your gift
Give you something good to celebrate

Pop your confetti
We can get it on
So hot and heavy
Till dawn
I got you spinning
Like a disco ball
I’ll have them playing
Your song

We’re living the life
We’re doing it right
You’re never gonna be unsatisfied
If you wanna dance
If you want it all
You know I’m the girl that you should call

But when you’re with me
I’ll give you a taste
Make it like your birthday everyday
I know you like it sweet
So you can have your cake
Give you something good to celebrate

So make a wish
I’ll make it like your birthday everyday
I’ll be your gift
Give you something good to celebrate

Happy birthday

So let me get you in your birthday suit
It’s time to bring out the big balloons
So let me get you in your birthday suit
It’s time to bring out the big, big, big, big, big, big balloons

But when you’re with me
I’ll give you a taste
Make it like your birthday everyday
I know you like it sweet
So you can have your cake
Give you something good to celebrate

But when you’re with me
I’ll give you a taste
Make it like your birthday everyday
I know you like it sweet
So you can have your cake
Give you something good to celebrate

So make a wish
I’ll make it like your birthday everyday
I’ll be your gift
Give you something good to celebrate

Happy birthday

Gucci Mane – Met Gala (feat. Offset)

[Intro: Offset]
Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Woo

[Chorus: Offset]
Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I’ll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they tryna get commas (come up)
This a good week, i’ve been stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin’ up formal (formal)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Look at my boogers, they big as you (booger)
You could get shot with your nigga too (bow)
This stick make a nigga do boogaloo (brr)
Bentley Mulsanne but the seats masseuse (skrt)
I’m havin’ more stripes than Adidas boost (havin’ that)
Dick in her mouth like I’m edible (dickin’ that)
Nigga stop shootin’, you better move (brr)
I fight for my gang, I won’t let ’em lose (gang)
Your bitch, she wantin’ the pipe, aight
This shit started off likes (huh)
Hopped in my DM and rode me a kite, flight (yeah)
And she on the very first flight (go)
Finesse a nigga then get this shit right (huh)
On sight, right, nigga, goodnight (on sight)
Poppin’ that shit ’cause he thinkin’ he pipe, pipe
Hunnid rounds drum with the knife (brr)
Me and the Wop, Biggie and Pac (Wop)
But we so different, we keepin’ the Glock (bow)
I’m on a yacht and a yacht on my watch (yacht)
Fuckin’ a thot on the ocean, Dubai (thot)
I’ma play dumb but that’s see out the plot (plot)
She know what I’m ’bout (hey)
You hear this dope and your heart gonna stop (hey)
They callin’ the cops (12)
Hop on the jet, this a 20 passenger (jet)
Offset the maniac, I’m the massacre (hey)
I take your heart out and shoot your bladder up (agh)
Get to the top and we blew the ladder up (top)
Ran up my money and I’m talkin’ lateral (bag)
Had that bitch high off a Perc and Adderall (high)
Pull out the fire and you better grab it all (brrr)
Bitch, I’m Offset and I’m ’bout to set it off (hey, hey)

[Chorus: Offset]
Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
This is good week, we stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just let the met gala dressin’ up formal (formal)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane (Offset)]
I’m havin’ this shit what you hadn’t (havin’ it)
Showin’ respect like your daddy (respect)
Yeah, Gucci the man, cash in the caddy (guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I’m in Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two bitches from Cali (pew)
These Bs on me, I can’t barely (B)
They drunk and they just walkin’ barely
I’m headed to Paris to pick up a bag (go, go, go)
And they treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain’t trappin’, ain’t makin’ transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicing (bow)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I’m fightin’ an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers, camped out in my bushes (brr)
Then come to find out it’s photographers (flash)
Feds watch me through binoculars (feds)
Mad ’cause a nigga get popular (grr)
Flex on a hoe wanna lock me up, yo (flex)
Drop Top Wop but the top is up (skrt, skrt)
Negative turn to a positive (woo, woo, woo)
I don’t care for no obstacles
I could care less ’bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, boy (80 boy)

[Chorus: Offset]
Mil’ in a week (hey)
I bought a iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin’ for keeps (keeps)
Suck the dick game, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I’m gettin’ this money
I’m fuckin’ these thotties, they tryna get come up (come up)
This is good weed, we stackin’ up Ms
And I’m snatchin’ that Wraith in the mornin’ (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin’ the Lord for them blessings
I just left the met gala dress up formal (formal)

Fleet Foxes – If You Need To, Keep Time On Me

[Verse 1]
How could it all fall in one day?
Were we too sure of the sun?

[Chorus]
If you need to, keep time on me
If you need to, keep time on me

[Verse 2]
Who knows what State is in store?
If they all turn, will you run?

[Chorus]
If you need to, keep time on me
If you need to, keep time on me

[Post-Chorus]
When I need to, I’ll keep time on you

[Bridge]
[Wide/white] oceans roar
A frightened fool stokes [heedless/heatless] fire

[Chorus]
But if you need to, keep time on me
If you need to, keep time on me

[Verse 3]
How could it all fall in one day?
Were we too sure of the sun?

[Chorus]
If you need to, keep time on me
If you need to, keep time on me

[Instrumental Outro]

Fifth Harmony – Down (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & (Lauren)]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’ma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & Lauren & {Normani} & Dinah]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down {down, down, down, down}
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

Lil Tracy – Hennessy

[Hook]
When I’m with your bitch you don’t exist, lil nigga
Running up the check I am a rich lil nigga
I am a rich so nigga
Sippin on Hennessy yuh
Countin’ them benjamins up
Count them up, count them up
I’m sippin on Hennessy
Tracy Tracy

[Chorus] x2
When I’m with your bitch you don’t exist, lil nigga
Running up the check I am a rich lil nigga
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy
She give me neck like a guillotine
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy
She give me neck like a guillotine

[Verse]
Sip the Hennessy straight
Stumbling outta the club
She bisexual, not straight
She eating some pussy and then give me face
Jealousy
I know that you’re hungry but don’t try to eat off my plate
Wait, hollup
Wait, hollup
Hennessy Hennessy po up
Pretty girl chose us
Left that pussy torn up
Booty so big I don’t think that it’s real
Gettin that money
I’m rocking designer and paying the bills

[Chorus]
When I’m with your bitch you don’t exist, lil nigga
Running up the check I am a rich lil nigga
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy
She give me neck like a guillotine
Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy
She give me neck like a guillotine

[Hook]
When I’m with your bitch you don’t exist, lil nigga
Running up the check I am a rich lil nigga
I am a rich so nigga
Sippin on Hennessy yuh
Countin’ them benjamins up
Count them up count them up

Lil Durk & Dej Loaf – The One

[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
I just want the money fuck the fame
When we got together they couldn’t believe it
I want you for you so fuck a name
Right up in their faces they ain’t even see us
I’m sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
Ride for each other let’s call it even
I wanna nut don’t be afraid
We too real they can’t beat us
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I like her demeanor (Let’s get it)
Like French and Trina
Like Nicki and Meek, like Drake and Serena (L’s)
Like Bobby and Whitney she havin’ henny while I be leanin’ (drank)
We can buy it like a snake, no TMZ, this other shit easy (Let’s get it, L’s)
I’ma eat it like I’m posed to, stop I can shine know you want to
Teach me how to do it you my coach too (my coach too)
And If you don’t I’ma coach you (coach you)
Let’s hit the bar take more shots (more shots)
Put the phones off, take yo’ clothes off
Make sure the doors locked, eat it ’til you cum when yo’ toes lock
Had to put my ex on the block list, can’t nobody hate can’t stop this (can’t stop this)
Can’t nobody hate we at the top of this (the top of this)
And she look good when she topless
Yeah, and she look good when she topless (yeah yea yea yea yea)
I want this shit forever ever
Don’t want you to leave never
No overseas ’cause I’ma felon (Let’s get it)
Can’t get away baby
OTF get it gang baby (gang gang)
And you know they name chasin’
And you know they fame chasin’
Ain’t no nigga like me

[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
I just want the money fuck the fame
When we got together they couldn’t believe it
I want you for you so fuck a name
Right up in their faces they ain’t even see us
I’m sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
Ride for each other let’s call it even
I wanna nut don’t be afraid
We too real they can’t beat us
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one

[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]
I used to party all night, party all day
Now I’m sittin’ at home with you baby
Taught me up got me trained
Lazy love got me hate
It’s that real shit
We step out this cuts
He don’t really like the cameras
He don’t wanna go to war
He got me spoiled, hustlin’ is his sport
Had to play off when he got me
He like when I play with my fingers
It don’t matter them new gold Huaraches
He like how I sound like (?)
He know I ain’t in it for fame
You know I’ve really been poppin’
I’m workin’ real hard for my name (DeJ)
I take on my cup and sit on his lap
(?) them bitches starin’ at us
He here for a reason bitch stop tryin’ to guess when he chillin’ with me, ay bitch stop tryin’ text
The makeup apperance and that smile is tellin’ me about yo’ convo let me put you to rest
I knew he was different he got his own check, a savage, all of them tats on yo’ neck
I had it, I ain’t have to pay for it
It’s mine, I really put in leg work and so you want it
I’ma make you beg for it, nigga please, give me what I asked for
All of them hoes that you had ain’t got shit me either
And most of this niggas want the fame and they ain’t own shit either

[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
I just want the money fuck the fame
When we got together they couldn’t believe it
I want you for you so fuck a name
Right up in their faces they ain’t even see us
I’m sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
Ride for each other let’s call it even
I wanna nut don’t be afraid
We too real they can’t beat us
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one

[Outro: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
I just want the money fuck the fame
When we got together they couldn’t believe it
I want you for you so fuck a name
Right up in their faces they ain’t even see us
I’m sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
Ride for each other let’s call it even
I wanna nut don’t be afraid
We too real they can’t beat us
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one

Binary Star – KoBe (Waterworld 3 Album)

Wait til I exhale my flows ability
The Dragon the fire the gold and shimmery
I burn with desire in cold assemblies
My voice thru da wire control the energy
MC OG Chicago and Sicily
Rap everywhere see me Rome like Italy
Microphones gets blown in close proximity
I don’t stop kickin’ these goals, without penalties
Show you how to make it when I zone out mentally
Make moves physically
billin me you feelin me?
liars, they wanna steal my whole identity
I rain on they’ parades like the hole in Kennedy
Drop top,
diamond in the back,
solar energy
Global warming,
penguins meet the centipedes
Wisdom,
maybe you consider me
Ministry of dentistry
Menace to Society
Nobody denying me

Binary Star – Global Warming (Waterworld 3 Album)

From Birth crying

Circumsizing

my Work applying

Time burglarizing

Persons retire

To Dirt Alliance

It’s Perfect Science

Like burger fries

And Colonel Thighs

Mines Turpentine

These twerps tiny

These serpents giant

They’ making hits
but Im the murder writer

Shitty rappers look like the shit
It Make Us look like the fertilizer

My Brother J Pioneer Grand Verbalizer

X resting in Peace

Peace To Prince the Purple Biker

No Justice

No Peace

you Heard the Riots

All Around the World

many Shocked G

words applying

‘Same song’ translated like the Word of Zion

Swearing like a nervous liar

hand on attorney bible

I Len/lend myself to these lines, I’m certainly Bias

Black boys playing with playin plastic guns, burnt with the iron

Triangle patterns over my head,
vultures and lions

Eyes want a piece of ya pie

Ain’t no curbin’ this diet

I’m in my own lane

Sometimes swerving but still driving
With a permanent license

Thru this furnace assignment

Earning my stripes in this world war,

further surviving

Stars in my camp,
concentrate
like German Defiance

The evolution of mind

Gears working behind it

Often conversing in private

Treasure be lurking inside it

Only the searchers can find it

Deep with a burning desire

See culture returning to violence

When the workers get fired

Binary Star – Shogun (Waterworld 3 Album)

It’s so real
So ill
Swallow a pill
Gargle and spill
Oil
Automobile
Control the wheel
Burn Rubber appeal
Never let the motor chill
Seen more faces than Poker deals

Tank tops, bare arms
where the soldiers kill
Pythons
with Hogan appeal
Holdin’ the steel
Blazin’ guns

Raisin in the Sun
Hot as oat meal

I Write poems for thrill
They bite like a Doberman’s grill
Fade you like the Barber of a Seville
Maybe it’s over ya head
Maybe you over the hill
like O’Neal
It don’t take a Kobe to squeal

Or the Coffee holdin’ the milk
But not the Cream
get the money
dolla dolla bill
Fill the envelope
Nope
broken the seal

You’ coming up stiletto
We ballin’ like Wilt strollin’ on stilts
Fully built,
You think like the Wolf blowin’ at pigs
You’ too soft,
It feel like the wind blowing at silk

The rain blowing
the brainstorming
The lightening bolt on the hill
Verse electrifying eel
Power for a drill
In the flesh
Like the fangs Cobras reveal
Throw the staff like Moses will

Speaking of the spoken,
God-chosen
I throw’em a deal
Everybody know that it’s real/Isreal

Politics
Palestine
time to go for your shield
The only hope for Khalil
Muhammad spoke to Ji’bril
It’s less snow on the window sill
The more colder it feel

Devoted to explode it at will
Fuck ball, got bigger Jordan’s to fill
You Jack while I’m bonin’ my Jill
It’s the Bad Boy Daily
Coach of the Year
The moment you fear
Feel
Still
yeah

Binary Star – Slang Blade II (Waterworld 3 Album)

Have you said yellin this,

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

Decompoze embellish

Lo speech impediment

Flows on a pedestal

Rooms call me Elephant

Bombing your caSsettlement

Resident of Terrorist

Not killing the heretics

With English speaking Arabic

I’m talking bout America

The Media with Narratives

Mr Wizard of Oz,

you might be thinkin Maryland

Wishin you had brain,

crows be on that scary ish

Lion/lying you sayin my science wasn’t on that rare ish

Need at least ten/Tin man, to BANG in comparison

Keep you on ya toes

Witch/which ever beat I cherry pick

Wide open layups

And high off the J’s butt

I climbed on the way up

Holdem up wait up, nope

Foot on the Break up

Wheels spinning
beginning
women
Mo-men-tum
straight up

My lines never enough

rhymes get buffet rushed

Skills, they pay da bills
eat a meal
lick the plate up

The only weight up

On scale 1 to 7 you get 8/ate up

Cookies I bake up

Tell’em to wake up

Sonny scare Cher and smear a lotta mascara

I handle Barbells
you boys Hannah Barbara

One Be Lo said/set it,

temperature dropping the weather

I sell a a Capella

like helicopter propeller

That’s Way over ya head of my time watching the weather

Strike a vibe voluntary involve not a vendetta

And then I kill his opinion

As tho I chill as the villain

As Proof you witness the killin

Some people listen to Dilla

Cold as Michigan winter

See ever finger that shiver

Don’t mean it’s pulling the trigger

More like a temperature feeling

Now clearly what you hear is a mirror image of Guinness

Cuz before the record ended I started a new beginning

From little pimpin’ to pilgrims

I circled around the building

Malcolm X/Exit and Enter

Metaphors in my lyrics

I Shredder

like Macaroni and Chedder for dinner

And most rap ninjas
snitches

kick it with splinter

Downtown drop it hot

I’m crowned Jean Basquiat

You crossin these words,

you da SAMO/ same ole
carbon cop

Always making something fresh for tomorrow

Beef-

you looking kinda loose in a taco

Magic-

my state of mind dropping outta college

You ain’t Worthy for the position

They shoot you in the googles

I hook’em like Abdul Jabbar,

do the puzzle

that’s As Salaam,

the Laker

the one, triple double

33 degrees

Phoenix, Zeus and Apollo

Compoze been freakin flows
since high school wit Rahlo

O Type, Juice, Chicago

the proof is in the bottle

I Cruise through deez Crews like the Coups in the Congo

Skills on the Console

Seals on the Envelope

fans fell Domino

one man yell Geronomooo

Pirate the guess spot

Find Treasure chest spot

Sniper taking my best shot

Aiming it at tha desk job

Over the limit the Michellins Spinnin’ I’m kicking it in yo’ face

If you wanna know what the hell it is?

That venomous poison slang

Binary Star – Supreme Alphabet (Waterworld 3 Album)

[Intro]
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

[Hook]
It’s the supreme alphabet
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
It’s the supreme alphabet
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

[Verse]
[verse]
A boy can die early from guns
Held in justified killings like mike brown
Now officers patrol quick trip returning soon
To undermine violent weapons x yes zombies
Africans became captured during explorer flaws
Getting hauled in jumbo kits
Looking mostly nubian opposite perfectly quipped
Runnin’ shoot’em
The utmost visionaries were ‘xecuted
You (z)xenophobic atheist bitch
Chinky darkie easy faggot gay honkey’s itch
Jew kid loose mutt
Niggers outcast pussy queer retarded sluts terrorist
Ugly vagina weird
X-zibit y zip it rip it
Action be come drum
Everybody from ghana havana indiana johannesburg
Kenya luxembourg
Medina’s navajo nation outdoors preserved
Quietly situated reserved transformation
Using vaccinations
With x-tra x-tra yep yep zig zag papers
Air biology changing
Draining energy famous
Gaining hanging in jungle huts
Killin’ it long months not once
Phife quest rules
Shahid testifying universal verses with young zulus
Adrenalin benjamin’s
Centering degenerate
Energy givin’em hemorrhage’s interview jib-berish
Killin it limitless minutemen nemesis
Opposite penmanship
‘Quivalent resemblance
Smooth temperament
Unlimited verbiage without x-rated yankee zimmerman’s
Guilty or innocent? Finish him
Asiatic born cee decompoze equally freakin’ flo’s
Good hip hop international
Just king
Love mastering
Nations cipher (o) power
Hail to the queen
Rule self
Truth u-n-I-verse the victory
Wisdom unknown y?
Zig zag ziggety
What you know about the attic be? Cee ya

Binary Star – BeDiLLJuice (Waterworld 3 Album)

I Don’t,
join’em I beat’em
Defeat’em
like feet on dung scarubs
the Beatles
comparing
my drums,
be starring Ringo

B’ role/roll like the movies
B’ code these one, zeroes

To be fair
Some rappers be high
Could never be Lo

The beats entree
like beef be on plates
Every one in three thousand wanna be Andre

Be wishin
They could bewitching with Dr Bombay
Beyond words
Beyond J
ladies Beyoncé

Begone way rappin
ambassador flood flashin
The camera
with ya amateur manager in the passenger
Even if you traveled to vaticans
tried cross me with Catholics
Ain’t shit happen
like abdomens with a catheter

Haters why bother
They want me to bring it harder
I’m pulling a Slang Blade
from the sword
King author
Bars stab hard to the core
deep chakra
Websites post it on the wall
Pete Parker

Boom shaka lacka
Number One chief rocka
Til my sons bye Fords like Run D’s father
Al Ben/ been a Pay Pal
Daryl Mac model
Mean I crown McDaniels
And clown McDonalds

‘Justin’ case
you you wanna run it down a bit
That’s my

Spontaneous
Peeps
On
Other
Kinda
Shit!

A Spook on the gas
Unregular leaded squeeze
What else?

speed of sound
stealth,
Jetting through the breeze

Who else?

One be Lo,
Beheaded with guillotines

Nobody next/necks
I promise you’ll negative feel a thing

Binary Star – Two’s Company (Waterworld 3 Album)

It’s such a beautiful creation, God’s Art
And I ain’t even started talking ’bout the body parts
Voltron when we’ not apart,
Lion heart
Warrior in the dark,
and even the riots start

Not the average B’s/beast
She aim for the higher marks
Trade knowledge wit me
College degree
Hella Smart

Thinking ’bout them times
We pulled debit cards
Jedi’s
The red eye flights came from hella far

Just to get with the real deal
Won’t stab you in the heart
like Vivica, Kill Bill
But villain I will chill

Deeper than a cat fish school
no swimming drills
More revolution
less televised
the real Gil/gill

Hi Jack a Jill hill
figure like steel mill

Get behind the big wheel
How did the meal feel?

Blow in the wind mill
To send chills
Similar to notes I kill,
whatever pen spills

Being a Queen that’s means having authority

From the majority
Similar her sorority

It’s kinda hard to ignore
She’ never boring me
Got me looking forward to foreign
And not important things

Vacations
Sand castles
Royal things
Real world love stories
Without the horror scenes

Support the King
And plus, she got her own dreams
Both working smart
playin harder
Than a sports team

Binary Star – Never Say Good Binary (Waterworld 3 Album)

Don’t
O /owe
N
E / any
Man

I hit’em with A/Aye

R (are)
We gonna show
M (them)
Y (why)?

We kill’em away
With lyrical spray

Political world
we live in today
Lights, Camera, Cinema play

And police say we shouldn’t complain
Cuz [email protected]/* */ wit [email protected]/* */ would did us the same

Blow us away it’s a typical day

So One Be Lo,
the temperature stay

The summer is cold,
The winter is late
I Spring before they fall in my way

The Lord work in mysterious ways
That man working for minimum wage
The poor get poor
The richer get prey
The minister paid
The middle decay

Father figures addicted astray
We miss him but hey, we’re still in the game

Don’t always believe what they literally say
You knocking boots?
I’m Italy way

Similar to paint
I fill in the blanks
I’m landing mines at enemy tanks
The image portray
Some lizard and snakes
But really it’s him in that mirror display

All in my face
Invisible hate
Physically stuck in a miserable state

The biggest disgrace
Trump bigot debates
Bernie, Carson, Hilary race

Sippin champagne
Cinnamon baked
The media say, the privileges same
This ain’t about race so don’t get in my lane

You’re digging more graves
Lock us away
Clickety clank

The system fill and we’re feeling betrayed
Send me a lemon
I’ll send lemonade
Lemon rice chicken
Lemon meringue
Lemon I squeeze
And riddle ya brain

Lime
Light
I did it the same

Juice bars

Ba Binary Stars

Ma Molotovs

Ba Ba Ba Bars

Ba Ba Ba Bang

Triggers I aim

Both of us living, not living the same

Ask me how long I been in this game?
You cave man
come live in my age

Since the begininng like Genesis page

Alpha-Omega unlimited ways

Even/Eve and Adams/atoms gimme a break

Nuclear bang

Killing a page

Pen and grenade

Ba Ba Ba Bang

Binary Star – Democrazy (Waterworld 3 Album)

I went to the bookstore on La Silky
Kotob Khan was more like a community
The people who worked there became my family away from family
What we shared was a love for books, Islam and our humanity
I went there to read and write to maintain my sanity
As time flew rapidly, fast forward to calamity
The Arab Spring happened so dramatically
The revolution was happening
Democratically
I asked for books that would educate me beyond the flat screens
Shafiq and Amr recommended Naghuib Mahfouz and Galal Amin
Practically, taught me more about their culture
Introduced me to Muhammad Munir and the Ultras
As the Pulitzer Prize winners held their poses, hanging on the posters
New water boiled over
Steam roller
The protesters grew bolder
The revolution was NOT over
I ignored the TV cameras and clamor
And questioned my brothers who had answers
Mixed with stamina
For me protesting was no rarity
This was not a parody,
I stood in solidarity
You could feel the tension in the air we breathe
Amr told me to meet them at the Bookstore and from there we would march with the thousands who took it to the square MC
Equals E
I showed up thirty minutes earlier than the scheduled meeting just to make sure we were leaving
Amr wore the Egyptian flag like a cape, draped
Shafiq was already downtown, but he called and said wait
Soldiers were checking passports and me being from the States might not be safe
So they advised me to go back to my place
My Literary Military who promised me protection admitted what was at stake
Freedom
The thought of my children in this foreign land was the only thing that made me hesitate leaving
The walk home didn’t feel great
I felt like a waste
Foreign,
Sitting in my apartment dormant
Mind racing like Gordon
My friends were out there united
And I felt like I was at home hiding
Helpless
I felt like crying to Allah for guidance
Then I picked up a pen and started writing…
lyrics
Big nation
fist waving at a dictator

Draining power from the generators

The man woman and child, across the generations

Everybody entangled
Crowd under the arid clouds,
but missles raining

Gang banging see the blood and the cripple babies
Poking out a nipple lady
run away, they Lynch and hang’em

They say the system’s changing

Turntables
trigga fingers mixer fade em
But the big stations still didn’t play’em

Bloodthirsty east to wes like mister kraven
Is this Satan? demons waiting on a demonstration

missed prayers
tents pitched in the big square
Welcome to the glitch matrix

They omit data

tick tick tick tick tick
hanging
getting impatient

armed soldiers vs the brick masons

penetrated
tears dangle from the gas wears the ventilation
Get it? get vacant
No more kids playing

inflation, infiltration, causing inflammation

Mr-Mis-Information
Pushing displacement

disc causing discomfort like you piss razors
Instigators teeth way sharper than a swimming gator

not really complicated
ignorant to danger

sometimes the bullets went stray and a couple hit strangers

Modern times like the Pharoahs from the distant ages
It’s an understatement if I told that the shits crazy

It’s really no time to get lazy

Sun rais’em where the Nile is the river basin

Winter blazing but some hearts seem refrigerator

Bin ladens in the city no relation to a bin Franklin

Receive a standing ovation on ya chin greying

Wise said a sword ain’t as mighty as the pen and page is

Revolution in a Facebook/Twitter nation
politicians over the hill,
this more like Himalayas

Lifestyles of the rich and famous

Religious statements from the one who kiss the babies
But their hearts seem rotten like the apple
I ain’t talking where the knicks is playing

Figure skaters
in the palace with the Piston players

different neighbors
Poor people with the pinched payments
Vent hatred

The early birds get it first, hook the fish later

And that’s deeper than a splinter cut traveled by some Witch hazel

Heard it thru grapevine of my temptations
Time to get naked for a minute, bare facts

Dick, anus say hooee
for the pimp players

Licking lips
fingertips
feel shackles on the wrist ankles

The newspapers printin hatred got it mistaken
Propaganda hit the fan
and now the shit stanking

When the camera’s shoot
stars get spangled
Watch the banners get tailored be the first one to get famous

Life’s a b!tch
But some lives can be the Vic,

Michael may be in the pits player

Binary Star – Subterraneous (Waterworld 3 Album)

SUBTERRANEOUS!
From WaterWorld, bubble, lakes and floods
Planet of the Apes in Tux-
Guns in Baby Clutch

It’s like a Jungle Dangerous,
sometimes
It makes me wonder How I keep from going
Under Navy Subs

Subterraneous!

Tongue available in other languages
Custom slang wit it,
Or visit a couple ancient ones

Like Corpus Habeas,
tell’em “Open the cages up”

Stuck a chain on us,
and tainted mud with native blood

Pyramid angles, plus Angels, plus Angel dust
Complex, above the Aliens
Humble the Atheist

Uncle Sam troubles make a fuss
Scud and Patriot

Pilgrim to Peninsula Arabia
and Prey on us

I slam wins with the Pin/pen Hulkemania
Off the top buckle cater kicks, knuckle sandwiches

One Man Army

General Subliminal

Lofat, Nahshid, Lo Be One hundred Alias

Subterraneous

Arthur Conley – Sweet Soul Music

Do you like good music?
Huh, that sweet soul music
Just as long as it’s swinging
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Way out here on the floor, ya’ll
Ah, going to a go-go
Dancing with the music
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Spotlight on Lou Rawls, ya’ll
Ah, don’t he look boss, ya’ll
Singing ‘Love’s a Hurtin Thing’, yall
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Spotlight on Sam and Dave, ya’ll
Oh, don’t they look great y’all?
Singing, ‘Hold On I’m Coming’
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Spotlight on Wilson Pickett, now
That wicked Wilson Pickett
Singing, ‘Mustang Sally’
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Spotlight on Otis Redding, now
Singing ‘Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa’
‘Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa’
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Get it Otis

Spotlight on James Brown, ya’ll
He’s the king of them all, ya’ll
He’s the king of them all, ya’ll
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Do ya like good music?
That sweet soul music
Just long as it’s swinging
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

I got to get the feeling
I got to get the feeling
Do ya like good music?
That sweet soul music
Help me get the feeling
I want to get the feeling
Otis Redding’s got the feeling

James Brown he got the feeling
Oh, I love good music