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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Labor Days

The Yes And The Y'all

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[Aesop Rock] *acapella* Jiggy-jabberjaw vitamin idol and primal rages When bible page verse tidal waves has begun (Water one) I wrote the book that shook America to splinters In a winter wasteland Icicle-bound barren township Call barren moon childs and proud gimps to clinch this chemical war pig Delinquent sinkin like a paper tugboat Well beneath your holiday Beached on a red tide infested shore corroding eastern seaboard beauty I'm a jigsaw slab, but all the pig saw was dirt bag It's like a bleeding comet bombing on your sequels To the riverside park tunnel people claim last lifeform standing Carbon based pardons ain't enough My stilts truly personify the serbonite flea circus We urchins merkin on daily I catapult brain opera past basic Tear my own face off in the finale, stick around it's ill Diabolic Prodigal Son spill grimmace If you had one more eye, you'd be a Cyclops Which explains missing the premise Bliss mimic, baptise, chastise, laugh die Kiss the finish, piss the villagers the fuck off Pete Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes Aes Rock might've smoked one too many dimes in his time Now where you gonna be when the sun falls, brother Probably gathering your sheep with all these other mothafuckers Struck twice in the same place by a moody Zues fishliner Smackin the third clear out the park Going gone (To infinity and beyond!) I rocked for a flock of Chewbacca look-alikes in magic makers Hermit crabs and New York city sewer aligators Keep your homily dream out your homily I deal with tangible goods And avoid manufacturing food for landfills I've seen friends bow to needles I've seen needles bow to records I've seen boughs break I've seen God bow and make the clouds shake I've seen the proud break I've seen alot for a blind soldier Who tattooed the city scape up skin to blend in Rats travel by night invite the waterbugs I'm here to pull the three-prong When it's prime directive wormhole of self-sacrifice Had a hatchet slice for camps For that God-awful Frankenstein Starving your style to someday be a story in my ? Life's hard, life's easy Life's everyting in between Life's Peachy like James and the Giant And I keep spittin as long as these kittens buy it And I keep casting my line as long as these officials bite it And I like it (Don't try it like that) [Movie sample] Yes the bough is low That's the way it goes though.... Maybe I should just give up or stop trying But life is so uncertain, so short I've got to keep on searching And wherever it takes me, I've got to go [Aesop Rock] Ban away temper tantrum, decrept anthem Set a low go, I arrived late I'm here to scrape a car clean to the funk machine Imposes on the underling amalgam cluster and identifies the mother (You got heart) I hate to tell you but it skips more than it palpitates Like these here drunken little archers missed one of they calculate The falcon hates the mockingbird The farmer hates the drought I hate em all, I kick the bottom brick out shouting Yes y'all And blow the village out perspective (Aesop!) Do you take this makeshift-Candy Land-cold classic-bastard style To be your lawfully wedded head trip Doing base throughout sickness, health, electrical storm Fire, pain, rain, hail, wind, ice, sleet, snow? (Hell no!) I'm balanced, personified phantom to the bone Walkin like a Jabberwocky Scalpin a pair of one-way tickets to shadowboxing Christmas with a shallow stocking Like this (I'm just trying to milk the mileage) You drop science like Don Herbert with liquor in him Soundin off like senior citizens sitting at bingo parlor bickering Yeah it's kinda funny, isn't it How I can build while you just sit there and bitch about your syllabus [Chorus] 4x Dwarfed by the lights, bewildered by the fanbase Bound by an idea, skeptical of the handshakes Skeptical of the handshakes {*repeat to fade*}

You're Only A Customer

JAY-Z
Intro: Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all Futuristic shit beeotch Uh, what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha Verse 1: Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade All that nickle and dime shit, don't hold no weight Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you Thumb through the Source I read the Ride report Class C, cold me down with the plastic That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite My people's eyes through the peep hole I'm lovin' you down freak as I Shoot through the city like a rumor Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news Paper headin' read Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze Can't sop for the feds, say cheese You know they wanna take a nigga picture Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats At the top where the criminal minds meet That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't it?) Hook: You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers You spend money all night long All night long - Mary J. Blige Verse 2: A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed No thought infested Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight But your game most precious Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing I don't know to tell the truth If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all Irv Gotti: Heads got to roll Jay-Z: I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd What you're facin' is official (it's official) Most cases when I m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you) Case and point mad bullshitted issue I see it to the end, my writting is so personal My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake aobut me It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me I got love, to make a nigga die bleedin' is nothin' You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch Hook (X3) More flavor than y'all can image havin' Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to hold D.C. high pissy off Cristle 3 G's high seasoned Bacardy, UV's Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge It's like spittin' to God Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas over your head Take your time with me, shiftee Use to make Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950 Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the back And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga Very little loot, a loser In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people Hook (X3)

Love For Free

Jay Z/Rell F "Streets Is Watching Soundtrack"
Intro: Ha ha ha ha Roc a Fella y'all Futuristic shit beeotch Uh what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha Verse 1: Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade All that nickle and dime shit don't hold no weight Fortune 5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you Thumb through the Source I read the Ride report Class C cold me down with the plastic That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite My people's eyes through the peep hole I'm lovin' you down freak as I Shoot through the city like a rumor Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news Paper headin' read Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze Can't sop for the feds, say cheese You know they wanna take a nigga picture Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats At the top where the criminal minds meet That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't it?) Hook: You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers You spend money all night long All night long - Mary J. Blige Verse 2: A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed No thought infested Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight But your game most precious Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing I don't know to tell the truth If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all Irv Gotti: Heads got to roll Jay-Z: I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd What you're facin' is official (it's official) Most cases when I m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you) Case and point mad bullshitted issue I see it to the end, my writting is so personal My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake aobut me It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me I got love, to make a nigga die bleedin' is nothin' You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch Hook (X3) More flavor than y'all can image havin' Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to hold D.C. high pissy off Cristle 3 G's high seasoned Bacardy, UV's Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge It's like spittin' to God Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas over your head Take your time with me, shiftee Use to make Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950 Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the back And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga Very little loot, a loser In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people Hook (X3)

So Fly

AKON
INTRO Count every blessing while im screaming out Up front! (Up front!) Akon! (Akon!) Convict Music! (Convict Music!) CHORUS (Yeah) Realize i'm living life for me Always getting into trouble cuz I'm So Fly! I'm on a whole other level! Left the block now i'm smiling counting money like.... (Yeah) Realize i'm living life for me, i've found another hustle cuz I'm So Fly! I'm living life a lot better, still keep a glock in case the jailors wanna hate tonight! VERSE 1 Another day up in the hood, cant believe these cats still bangin (banging) Look at the years we wasted, on the corner block still slangin (slaging) No matter how much we try to make peace, gun shots still rainin (rainin) Cuz to be a hood legend, you die first, then become famous Cuz i done seen this type of thing before Just hangin out by the corner store Stick up kids wit them guns galore Layin there, body down, stretched on the floor I thought about it, man im way too fly To have a fellow robbing me outside Thats why i keep that thing by my side And count every blessin while im screamin out CHORUS I hate to say it but the people that surrounding me Are way too shady The only people i can trust is my family and my lady All my dogs got guns Ready for action They won't betray me Your the type to run Or to hold my tongue When it gets crazy See i've been through this type of thing before Even had trouble with the law On the couch when the smash my door But they wont find the cash stashed under the floor I never could understand the cause I was the one to pull the shorter straw Couldnt live this type of life no more So i had a part of me screamin out: CHORUS Im in blue, with them BF frames Walkin on lean, while mind chain hangs Drivin somethin, pronounce mad strange Never mad cool, cuz i been through flames Walk with a limp, cuz i been through games Now shes a ho, cuz she been through gangs Beef with ghats for a small chunk change Im rich now, thats more chunk change The cops know slang Man get the picture before u out the frame Call me heart throb, cuz im so fame Couldnt come close if u sat in my range My scars can prove but im passion and pain Singin: CHORUS

Words 2 My First Born

2PAC "Until The End Of Time (Disc One)"
(feat. Above the Law) Hehehe, these are my words to my first born.. [2Pac] Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me twisted in this game The feds and the punk, po-lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house what was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped cause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love to the thugs in heaven I'll see you there It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned Help you make it through the storm My words to my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. My words to my first born [2Pac] Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me there was no distortion Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do And so did victims of a world they never came to I understand it's a better day comin Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end drivin with the car runnin blinded Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn Love letters to the innocent and unborn All the babies that died up on the table Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able Can't - blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my last name Cause in the game things change livin up and down This hard life got me walkin with my head down Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born My words to my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born .. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga [Above the Law] Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it dawg) The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll Ain't no question is it Above the Law hustlers If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya Yo.. Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang By all means, stack green, gangsta lean They say money make the world go 'round So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers and niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts It's player haters every corner you hit Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born [2Pac] What you gon' tell your kids nigga Who was you What was you doin How did you put it down These my words to my motherfuckin first born so they can know, y'knahmean Hehehe Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde 'til I die That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker I just played to win, just played to win Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds..

The Mix Show

WYCLEF JEAN "Masquerade"
We gon send this out for every street DJ This is somethin for the mix shows Mix shows You don't wanna go outside Because the thugs are outside They bustin slugs outside So you don't wanna go outside Let's go Uh, I'm outside lookin in I could feel it through the wind From the streets' shore I could see the shark's fin They ain't eat nuttin in a week And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete So run your juice Pit bulls drew They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof Unless your bullet proof-la what's your affiliation You just a rat handin out information You wanna run and said Clef took my paper Clef ain't take your paper Clef is just a narrator Think I'm a singer I'ma have you call a operator 911 now you breavin through a respiratior All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side So think before you speak or blood is go leak You shouldn't have no problems understandin I ain't speakin Greek I need a hundred grand And I ain't talkin bout no candy bar Take over your strip like it's Candahar You gonna see so much red you think your man on Mars That concrete that's under your feet gon land on hard I got gooms that stand on guard Post up waitin wit the toaster Hit you from close up Bare face No black mask No silencers On the burners everybody hear da gat blast Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators I got power like generators Slugs wit names on it The message I send to haters In my hood I'm know as a menace to neighbors Me and my men for paper We don't fear the morgue Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve You can't stop the shine Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime For real The flows is death defyin Act real and ya neck be flyin Brains and guts like I was savin private Ryan Test the iron And I show you a wall, cat That's filled wit bodies See where your balls at, if you all dat And I show a wall, cat, that's filled wit bodies And yours could be the next Number 19, erased out the projects I progress everyday I'm livin this life I won't stop till I'm buried, dog I'm livin it right Just gimme the price and I'm willin to take a chance I keep it ass hard Cause this sh¡ª in my pants And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit Don't try to compare it Just listen and love to hear it And if it's fire you know not to come near it I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you Check, G.O.D. put it down like it's burnin hot Execute you on the spot no warnin shot Comin Timothy McVay I burn down your block First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock I got no competition Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror Keep wishin Keep fishin Get a hundred and fifty stitches Your last rights Last meal Last wishes This is summin for the mix shows They call me most honorable, most knowledgeable Toast bottles in blue The hydropronic goose I spit ten words blow you to molecules I'm under your skin cells and your hair follicles It's the jewel Whatever I could see I could be I saw hip-hop became a MC Then I saw the streets became a OG Then I learn to see myself became G.O.D. We get them packs off often I'm on da block where it's scorchin The life that I live'll make you nauseous Most of our n¡ªgs see a coffin Most of our ¨Cish see abortions Of course we are lost in the circle of Karma This is summin for the mix shows Where you and your mama, grandmama, and great-grandmama live out the same drama Where you and your father, father's fathers, great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow I'm from United Snakes, the country of crime The city look ¨Cish they changed the skyline And it's us against swine and they loosin they mind In the van with my grind And thirst to gimme time I'ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine My design's undefined I'm clearly one of a kind It's best you realize only the fittest survive For cowards it's suicide so don't come outside You don't wanna come outside Masquerade Its Blaques outside Fam and Prolific, we all outside So you don't wanna come outside Refugee Ay, yo we gon send this out for every street DJ that ain't getting no real radio airplay You know I mean That's comin on the radio at one o'clock in da mornin That got da streets on lock This generation!

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