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Talib Kweli & Styles P – Last Ones (The Seven Album)


(Yeah)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s up, what’s happenin, what’s up?)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
These haters prayin’ they can celebrate the last one’s death
None of them niggas in my class that couldn’t pass one test
But that’s what happens when you rappin’ on a [?] depth
I never chat shit
The flow bat-shit, it’s major league
Major Keys like Khaled (it’s accurate)
Recognize a dime when you pass it
With this weapon I’s rhymin’, I’m an assassin
Put nine minutes to the casket, you bastards
Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea)
You say a prayer for the dying men
Looking for that pleasure but you findin’ sin
Can’t be scared to take a loss if you tryin’ to win

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Recognize greatness, tenacious
Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix
I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic
MCs on the dinner menu and I ain’t ate shit
Who’s the entree? I’m a giant like Andre
You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm’s way
These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs
Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died
Icy ass road, no brakes let the Jeep slide
Playing hide and seek with my sleep, where did he hide?
Popular, hook philosopher since knee high
Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high
You ain’t hearing me, higher power preparing me
To have a higher power in rap for transparency
I’m clear to you, I’m here with you
High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones)

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Paint it like I’m JJ, for real I’m not for play play
If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae
I’m smashin’ ’em if you askin’ ’em what’s happenin’ and they say
I’m original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey
Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say
I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae
A spark like a melee, feelings I don’t placate
Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say
Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date
I’ll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate
O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say
Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type niggas who like to get missin’
Nah, pay what you want (cough it up), but you ain’t the homie, now you don’t know me
Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff
Or the stick you use for measurin’, way too sick for medicine

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)

[Verse 4: Styles P]
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
Hatin’ cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night
‘Bout peace but I’ma grab my mask tonight
Man standin’, I’ma be the last one right
I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid
Analyze the times and all of the signs with it
Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with ’em
Smoke watch stars and go on the line with ’em, ghost

[Outro]
Oh, that my words were written
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book
Oh, that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever
Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just
Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable
If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise
Think about these things


Lloyd Banks – Salute (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)


[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I’m ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets nigga mothafuck a punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singin’ like Keith Sweat
You ain’t met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I’m co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin’ shots at ya convoy, you don’t want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin’ pullin’ pins out of grenades
You won’t make it to the General without gettin’ sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get ’em all blown back
Walk up on ’em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
BUCK!

[Hook: x2]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
Cause I won’t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I’m never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin’ around here or I’m gon’ fuck her
We’ll try to take up for them lames around you
He’ll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I’m on the road blowin’ grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin’ like the KKK’s around
My album’s comin’, a new year’s approaching
My buzz gettin’ bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach ’em
There’s a very fine line between a pool and an ocean
Sometimes I’m in Atlanta where they Bankhead bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
Cause all you gotta do is just say yes

[Hook]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Outro: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
G-Unit’s like the Firm
Cause you can get in, you can’t get out
(This is G-Unit life right here, know what I’m sayin’
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we’re laid back, now we doin’ us, we live it up
50 got us right, got us kicked up right now)


Will.I.Am – Grab’m By The Pu$$y (feat. Apl.De.Ap & Liane V) letras

October 17, 2016

Lyrics

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[will.i.am]
I’m a star, cuz I made it
I’m rich and I’m famous
Donald Trump said grab ’em by the (meow)
Donald Trump said grab ’em by the (meow)

Yeah baby…
I’m a star and I’m famous
Donald Trump said grab em by the (meow)
Donald Trump said grab em by the pussy

[Liane V]
No…
You got it all wrong
I’m a woman
And I’m strong

And don’t you forget it
Cuz I am intelligent
I’m somebodies daughter
I’m somebodies boss
I could be the next president
So give me the respect now

Gimmie gimme gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Gimmie the respect now

Listen
Gimmie gimme gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Gimmie the respect now

[Apl.de.ap]
Whatcha gonna do about the war in Afghanistan
Whatcha gonna do when they kill another black man
Tell me how you’re gonna make America great again
Whatcha gonna do when they only wanna hate again

[will.i.am]
When Im president I won’t be like be Obama
If anyone talks shit about me, ill bomb em
I’m grabbin that pussy like theres no tomorrow
And if we have problems with Russia I’ll bomb em

[Apl.de.ap]
Whatcha gonna do about Al Queda and Isis
Whatcha gonna do about the Syrian crisis
Whatcha gonna do when you step in the door
Will the rich stay richer and the poor stay poor

[will.i.am]
No

Ah shut up girl
It ain’t about you girl
It’s all about me girl
Don’t you see my name on the building, girl
And when I’m president, Imma own the world
I’m a star

I’m a star, cuz i made it
I’m rich and I’m famous
Donald Trump said grab em by the (meow)
Donald Trump said grab em by the (meow)

Yeah baby
I’m a star and I’m famous
Donald Trump said grab em by the (meow)
Donald Trump said grab em by the Pussy

[Liane V]
No…
You got it all wrong
I’m a woman
And I’m strong

And don’t you forget it
Cuz I am intelligent
I’m somebodies daughter
I’m somebodies boss
I could be the next president
So give me the respect now

Gimmie gimme gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Gimmie the respect now

Yeah
Yeah

Gimmie gimme Gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Gimmie the respect now

[will.i.am]
Respect you?
Nah
Y’all gonna learn how to respect me
Got the KKK support’n me
And the black community
Yeah… dance brother

So you can give me respect
Gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Trump that pussy
Can’t
So you can give me respect
Give me the respect now
Give me the respect now

Yeah
Trump that bitch


Solange – Interlude: Dad Was Mad lyrics

October 5, 2016

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I was the first, one of the first. My first day, a state trooper caught me, put me in the backseat of the car, and meeting the other black kids, was six of us. And seeing all of those parents, and also KKK members having signs and throwing cans at us, spitting at us. We lived in the threat of death every day. Every day. So I was just lost in this vacuum between integration and segregation and, and racism. That was my childhood. I was angry for years… angry, very angry