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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Labor Days

Shovel

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I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2 My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a secret ‘bout the world spins yet nobody's pledged allegiance and why? His beaming smile knew a private agony that burns And when the children met divinity I sat to watch the merge It goes pandemonium live Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vivid Play your sympathy card till the misery clash And a basket case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches Raggin a bag of lonely poem remnants Short of breath like you're short of fresh You're a portable mess Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans Trying to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes You're a spectacle Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking You touched the hand of God and I'm like What are all these evils that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them in You got your life in a basket before you could say instant classic Like the king of the mountain requires a boost I'll bury the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid clinics For the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips, spittin Beanstalk, chalking outlines before figures fly Walking uphill trying to get down Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board breaker Service in the greater half of nature See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated lovely Warmingly *piggy leader* colony to comfort Numb enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even punctured Till he wont define his turne and can still function I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2 Burn burn em mostly Stuck unplucking plumage out the poultry Soaking in bulk on a sofa with ductape upholstery Dirty doc stellar space medic Stoned by the commoners for glowing Psuedo bloaters * buy them beats till bloated* Happy trail hitchhikers guide to spanning oblivion Complete with a thankless 9-5 chapter You can sign your life after the facts Wicked soldiers pickin with buddy system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot All in a days breath I guess Sandman hit up or shatter a day when television run over baboon heart transplants Sketching a glass partially empty till their hand cramps With a iceman dance (?) and stand with a (?) But maybe I do Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter I mean absorbing attention's a must You don't wanna be overlooked Yeah but you don't wanna be looked over too much One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed boats and the angels who never hit a bad note when harmonising I'm an armour plated farmer I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues Dense, spreads like new names at the writers bench Either you drink it or sink it, coz there ain't no sitting on the fence You make me chuckle child, it's hells kitchen now, miss Recognize your life is merely bait for bigger fish I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X4 Encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

Welcome To Miami

PITBULL
Pitbull slash Cubone Yo One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie Them 6 - 7 Boys Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily basis Duck charges therefore hardly caught cases This is a city full of culture and different races Where all the mami's come fully equipped at young ages. With the hurricanes cause even the biggest hurricane couldn't phase us. We got a dome for the Heat that put ya'll to sleep and we carry hits from night till morning Like Marino strong armin' the game but I'm not retiring till I got a championship ring poppin champagne simple and plain check the map and look where we at the bottom, simple as that I'm bringing it back to the fore-front like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days he's the one that's got these mami's going two ways. 'Oye' God bless Uncle Al but knowin him MIA was probably engraved on the tombstone that stands over his grave to this day! HEY So if your visitin our city and your sittin pretty on duce tres or duce fours watch where you park your whip cause they will leave it sittin' on bricks awfully quick. 'Yeah this is for everbody in Miami' 'Put them 305's up' 'It's about to get ugly!' 'Que Vuelta' Welcome to Miami where they Hustle “hey' And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties don't stop till the next afternoon Welcome to Miami where they Hustle “hey' And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties don't stop till the next afternoon Westchester and West Miami where the heavy-weighters move to raise their families. South Miami always showed me love them boys from the Creek, Lee Park and THC knew me before PIT. South Miami Heights, Carib Villas, South Wood apartments the Square, Goulds, Naranga, them boys throw dubs on Bangi's. Kendall got them mami's that taste like candy. OT that's where you can catch Piccalo hollerin' 4 LIFE. When I'm downtown I check out the shoe gallery cause Danny always looked out for me. Eddie from 24th Street barber shop, kept me out of trouble, I went from the waterboy to the quarterback in the huddle, callin all the plays I live for, die for Dade. I ride for, lie for, cry for Dade. No if and or buts about it, I'm from Dade. Watch where you hang out in the Grove cause you'll go from havin a grand in hand to layin stiff on Grand Ave. I can't forget Liberty City and those notorious polka beans and Scott Projects where nothings clean, Miami's where we double the money cause of course we triple the beams. If you live for die for this city I want ya'll to represent where your from and throw'em up. 3 0 5 Welcome to Miami where they Hustle “hey' And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties don't stop till the next afternoon Welcome to Miami where they Hustle “hey' And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties don't stop till the next afternoon Pitt's that chico from the bottom that's about to take over the rap game that's if they allow him. You know the city of Miami got the country spooked, ya'll got Uncle Sam, we got Uncle Luke. Where the poorest city, according to census report, that's cause they didn't count all the bricks that came through the port. Live by the code die by the code so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road. Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows. All I know is you don't wanna get caught up in the triangle after dark trust me bro, trust me bro Carol City stays Cheifen, Hialeah Mango-hill them chicos stay beefin. Alapatah A.K.A. Dominican town dique cause theres nothing but Dominicans now. And to them little Havana boys that hold me down, bet that up. Wynwood put them up. To all the Haitians from Little Haiti that show me love Sak Passe gracia dios ya llegue. Now I'm on my way to the top bringin the bottom with me. You got a problem with that then obviously you got a problem with me, Pitbull putting it down for our city. Miami. PitBull M.I.A.–M.I. tike to put Miami on the map we on the rise M.I.A.–M.I. Ni**a What? Welcome to Miami where they Hustle “hey' And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties don't stop till the next afternoon Welcome to Miami where they Hustle “hey' And they ride duce tres like everyday Palm trees blue skies ganstas and goons Where parties don't stop till the next afternoon more PIT BULL Lyrics

Drop It Like It's Hot

BIG TYMERS "Vol. 2 - How You Love That"
[Baby] Shhhhh, nigga drinkin don pie, and crystal (Huh Bra) All that in the ass, fuckin these hoes, ballin till we fallin Drankin too much, but its all good (all good) Its all gravey dog watchin they dogs come out [Baby] Thugged out, when i met the president Reeboks and Girbuads, when he came into my residents Vest up cuz i aint trust the hoes who we fuckin wit Three years in 86 and the mayor supportin mah shit Wasnt pickin no cotton for no redneck, Bitch! And i wouldnt fuck foxy with another nigga dick Been slick doin this shit since 86 Scarred wit mah neck and my tattoes on mah wrist And my motto is i'll fuck a bitch Cash checks quick and i done payed my dues to this rap shit Competition catchin the blues cuase we comin with that raw shit That brown layed down shit Stack your cheese wit a tape thats fire slick And bees like butter fresh got 'em runnin to the store quick And it cost half a ki to see my in the club slick And sure 'nuff i dont wanna see no blood slick And it cost a whole ki to see me in the stadium, Bitch! And ill put that on the bezzle if you dont belive that shit [Juvenile] I aint givin up shit, everything i got i earned Nuthin for free, up in this world is what i learned Backdown for what, i know them playas up in that cut And they tapin us, my shot they cant wait to bust So all you niggaz slow down, you drawin more heat I read it in the paper already , they say they gonna sweep A brother doin 10-9, im fuckin with you clownz Nigga done take his charge, so mah people went down Get some were you aint got nuthin to do Im ballin now, i dont time to be fuckin witch you Me and chilly ride hod , ready to ball like a dog Get full of that hen and that dro' until we fall Dont answer the phone , cuase they got us under survalliance Look in the real b , You dont know them people tralin [Chorus] Drop, Drop, Drop it like its hot Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot Whoa, whoa drop it like its hot Watch out ,watch out drop it like its hot [M. Fresh] Who the only nigga you know that'll hassle a bitch Who the only nigga you know that'll Harass a bitch Fresh miggity, Big Dickity, do the liggity Then you my baby boo, Fo shiggity You done seen me, got the super weeny Ridin with a bitch in the blue Lambourgini Muggin while she between me Eatin Hizucks, Beatin Dizucks Suckin till she catch the Hizucks When i shoot the rizzucks, I like 'em i love and i smash I hit 'em qiuck in a mash, till the kat K Robbin,Weebon and Bobbin Big lip Slobbin on the telephone poles (Whoa) The pickle has no heart, in the middle of the dark If u cant finish this shit you shouldt have start, with a big-dick birdie man 23 year old dirty man, pull of yer skirt and then grab your hand And let you insert, Da Man [Chorus] [Cadillac] Baby im'a ctach my cut from saratoga unravelin Tryin to twist 'em with the shit, with brite gangsta unravelin Runnin of on mah shit, Tryin to take what was mine But im'a gip with mah shit from 6 figures to the last dime Cieze my bank account and i still got my drug bout If i was runnin with them niggaz then i'd be crossed up Im'a ball till i fall, What you think i was playin I like cars and broads, but im real with this rap thing I still got mah buildins, still gonna make a million Im'a slang these rocks, from all the way up, They killin 'em Take it how you want it, I aint got shit for the doubt Till im finished with the life, asked slim its a mougt [Baby] How you luv that, Bitch! [Chorus]

My Rhyme Ain't Done

LL COOL J "Bigger & Deffer"
[ VERSE 1 ] The President woke and he called the Pope The Pope climbed to heaven on a golden rope P.S. the Lord raised Michaelangelo from the dead So he can make a fresh painting of my head Then I hung out with a king and a queen And the queen put me down with her polo team The way I scored points all around the clock I had her daughter, the princess ridin my jock I knocked the freak off like a crazy retard Then I took a little trip into a deck of cards The diamond jack joker and the ace of spades Was amazed at greater Cut Creator on the fade Then I played cards with the queen of clubs The queen of hearts with me cold fell in love As for the queen of diamonds, she don't like men Because you know that a diamond is a girl's best friend The double-trouble spade was named the deuce And the joker acted stupid, so we gave him the news There was 52 cards, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [ VERSE 2 ] Then I took a trip to the center of the earth I was kinda scared, so E-Love went first I met these funny little people, they called em skeezers So I held on to my wallet like Ebeneezer Tight leather pants that'll make you grunt Two nice soft things right up front The center of the earth ain't got no crime Just people bodyrockin to the L.L. rhyme If you're kinda confused to what a skeezer is It's just a girl who's on my jock cause I'm in showbiz There was a whole lotta skeezers, I dogged everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [ VERSE 3 ] Woke up late one afternoon Realized I was in the world of cartoons He-Man told me he'd beat me up Because he thought that I looked like Donald Duck Then I hung out with Spiderman He told me he was gonna start a comic strip band The Incredible Hulk was gonna play the drums Charlie Brown grabbed the guitar and started to strum Snoopy tried to rock on the microphone But Tom & Jerry both said he should leave it alone Then I hung out with Mickey Mouse He had two freaks, so we went to his house Mickey's freak was ugly, but mine was def So I knocked it off until there wasn't none left They were cartoon characters, I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [ VERSE 4 ] Since I'm a good friend of father time I'm not gettin older as I say this rhyme I was warmin the stove at the Alamo Before Booth shot Lincoln I stole the show I was down with George at the Delaware But I wore a Kangol, not the fake white hair Me and E-Love met Sitting Bull We made a peace pipe, then we took a pull Then he brought more leaves from a golden chest You thought it was tabacco - the shit was cess There was a lotta great men, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [ VERSE 5 ] 11:33, I swear it's no sooner I went inside my TV, I met _The Honeymooners_ Ralph wanted me to bust a couple of rhymes But I had my eyes on Alice's behind Norton came down right about that time Lookin in the frigde, so he could swine and dine Then I said to myself, I should give em a taste So I pulled the microphone out my black briefcase Said, it ain't Bob Hope or Barry Manilow Then I borrowed Norton's hat, cause I forgot my Kangol Ralph said, 'I got a scheme, let me get to it' 'Norton, my pal,' I said, 'Yo, don't even do it' They were all Honeymooners, and I met everyone That story is over, but my rhyme ain't done [ VERSE 6 ] Cause my tongue cuts sharp, I hit a note like a harp Or a harmonica, Veronica, I do my part In a bedroom with leg room I'm strong like a monsoon Chilled in Maui-Waui and I carry a harpoon Stopped at the isle that's Mali, cause we got ill Wrote my name on a rock at the top of the hill I searched for other ways, made love in caves And I kicked the ill beats that make the natives raise Now I'm gonna tell you what all this means From Farmers Boulevard in St. Albans, Queens There's a lyrical technician who came to play Number one b-boy L.L. COOL J All of this is just a story that I made up Def lines I say on time with Cut Creator's cuts Some of it's fiction, and some of it's fact Not another common rap with a heavy drum track A whole lotta rhymes, and I wrote everyone That story is over, and my rhyme IS DONE HUH!

Nowhere To Run

Gravediggaz "Six Feet Deep"
[so for all y'all niggaz out there that be puffin shit when the music go on, y'all listen to this alright?] Verse One: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector Let's get it on ock, and watch the spot get blown I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem From the mists of the darkness I come with this Hittin straight, to the chest, like a Primatene mist Ryzarector, YAH, the fanatical type I'm like a bat, in the night, when it's time to take flight Here I am, in the flesh, and yes I love sess I'm obsessed, by the sounds, the track posess Intellectual, killer, special majestical Ropin up the devils have em hangin from my testicles Nowhere to run to ba-bay There's nowhere to hide Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper Ahh... fuckit! Another day, another ducat From here to Nantucket MC's kick the bucket I'm rugged ruff flow-in up till I bust While other rappers is flatter than a white girl's butt I manifest my name and the reason I came in the first place word shake your brain just like an earthquake A lot of people admit that I am raw I cover my ass like a V-I-M, store My forms are real wicked like Dahmer A whole mob of a lot of niggaz is like a meal ticket It's nowhere to run to ba-bay It's nowhere to hide Verse Three: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper Yo As a child, a bad seed, was on the prowl Runnin mad wild, cause death was my style The crazy, maniac, yo lunatic I circle like a shark when the fresh blood drips Needles to the pen now you're in I eat em then I feed em chop chop rippin sheets from your skin Terror is in, with the RZA and the Grym Problem one now begins, hah! Streak up your skull to the sides of a freedom Record to the meter, so tell me who could be the next one Gravediggaz complex death oath And watch King Tee, kill a fuckin note Here we go, I'm cursed with dawn you was warned And now, I'm slayin every new firstborn It's nowhere to run to ba-bay It's nowhere to hide It's nowhere to run to ba-bay You best to stay inside ... You best to stay inside Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector Here comes the drastic...[Protect Ya Neck intro] just like... a tactic, attack it, attackin, ATTACKIN I'm wrappin you bastard now prepare your casket Death is the final step, when y'all step To intercept, the rep, of a brother, who has kept his status, stop the madness, that is I flow just to show that, black, y'all can know that me, being wack is like naps on Kojak Eruptions of volcanoes, o-ccur when I speak Try to twist my dialect and get caught by tornadoes There's nowhere to run to ba-bay There's nowhere to hide There's nowhere to run to ba-bay You best to stay inside Outro: Prince Paul/The Undertaker {Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Nowhere to run, nowhere to hi

Get Money

Eightball "Lost"
Gloomy days got my head twisted Mystic visions of a razor blade Cut my blunt with precision Stuff it till it's bustin' Sippin' on some Tussin Imagine it gothic hustlin' Men tusslin' women fussin' And they babies in the corner cryin' Young niggaz bang and they ain't afriad of dyin' Pistol keepers mobile phones and beepers Cars and hoes and plenty dust for the geekers Me I'm a break beater microphone eater Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita But it's so hard for me to stay out the streets Behind tint blowin' cheap Fuckin' with freaks What kinda role model, I'ma be? Don't get it twisted Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with, Sense enough to know when to quit Chorus: I don't wanna die I don't wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today) I don't wanna die I don't wanna die Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see when they get grown and independent What you doin' baby? 18, strippin' daily A small ass apartment, tryin' to flip a Mercedes I don't knock shit, unless you a fiend Tryin' to hock shit Protectin' myself I gotta grab the gock and pop shit I guess that's the problem with the world today (what?) Black, white, asian So many people think this way Fuck with me and I'll shoot ya We live in, what used to be the space age, future To acid droppin' hippies Now they run the country Drug smugglin' with my tax money Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door What you think I pray for, man Chorus Life ain't nothin' but preperation For the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when, The soul and the body seperate, that's death Nothin' left but darkness, after your last breath Well, all of that shit is in the past Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can't take it with your ass Where I'm from, any day can be your last That's why them thug niggaz live life hard and fast Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown Unaware, a showdown's about to go down Why we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolks Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope? Some can't cope, and got out hangin' from a rope Slit wrists, found shakin' from an overdose Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne Chorus That's all baby, You never know when you gotta go Deaths around the corner Your nobody, till somebody kils you But I don't wanna die I don't wanna die Hey, I don't wanna die Can you hear me? I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end)

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