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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Daiquiri Factory: Cocaine Raps, Vol. 2

Ghost Of Fillmoe

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I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigger Mind full of rap gun powder, it's a habit Shootin' like Elmer Fudd at the screwy rabbit From pennies to nickels, from dimes in the rhyme Get your paint brush and line your design It might be a little bitter on top of Sugar Hill But the ones that got killed say it's real on the field From the sky Ghost of Filmoe, what

Girlfriend

JAY ELECTRONICA "Attack Of The Clones"
Girlfriend, I don't know what you did to me But it sure feel like something good for me Stay on my mind all day and all night I'm seriously contemplatin on makin you wife Yup, I'm twenty-seven girl I need to settle down now I don't need to be up in the club chasin the brown round You don't need to to be up the streets chasin these clowns down Let's say we catch a matinee today, downtown So I can tell you bout this dream I had lately The one with the house on the hill and the baby The picket white fence, in the field full of daisies The amg kit on the silver mercedes Would it hurt you to try me, huh mami Every good man got a good woman behind him And every superhero got a good woman beside him Girl stop playin... I wanna hold your hand Look chocolate, Lately I been feelin awkward Finally found someone to talk with Walk through the park with I'm on some joan of ark shit I need a rider with me Sometimes I sit and wonder why you even bother with me Look shawn Looked in your eyes and seen dawn Dewdrops on the leaves in the lawn I breathe calmly Read Qur'an see Sura sixta Love heals all past wounds you assist me You with me The butterflies came to get me Cupid cocked back the four pound, squeezed one of the shot hit me North of the kidney, and now I'm head over... Wait heres... [cuts off]

Survivor

JOE BUDDEN "Joe Budden"
[1 - Joe Budden by himself] [2 - Joe Budden and K.G. together] [3 - K.G. singing by himself] [Intro: K.G. & Joe Budden sing together] When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah.. When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see.. [Verse] [1] - And my heart is like [3] - There's one thing poppa told me [1] - If nothin else in this world, it's how to survive [2] - When I'm against all odds, and when the odds against me [3] - I travel wherever my path may lead [2] - Knowin nobody got my back like me [1] - I'm gonna survive [2] - And if you walk in my shoes [2] - Guarantee you'll be just like me [1] - And my heart is like [3] - And if you leave me alone in the V with the chrome [3] - I won't hurt nothin, but I need to be alone [1] - Nigga.. just me and my Sam Cooke tapes [1] - And my heart is like [3] - And baby if you don't understand [3] - Then I gotta let you go... go... go... [1] - Geah, I'm sorry baby [1] - And my heart is like [2] - I'm talkin all along the way [2] - With all I used to say, I almost couldn't take it [2] - Said I wouldn't make it, to be twenty-one [2] - I'ma stand up on my own two [1] - And my heart is like [3] - I've travelled high and low and [3] - If there's one thing I know I know I know [3] - I know how to survive [Chorus: K.G. & Joe Budden + (Joe Budden)] When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see, yeah.. (And my heart is like) When your mind ain't right, and it's hard to sleep And you try to hide the pain, but your scars are deep Nigga look me in my eyes and tell me what you see.. (And my heart is like) [Verse] [3] - Nigga I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [1] - Hold me down, nah [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my soul is like [3] - Homey I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [1] - And my mind is like [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my soul is like [2] - Just livin on the edge homey ain't no joke [2] - And nah baby bro I don't smoke, but go ahead [3] - Playa.. playahhh [1] - You can like that, I'm good [1] - And my soul is like [3] - And baby if you don't understand [3] - Then I gotta let you go... go... go... [1] - I'm sorry baby [2] - I remember when they hated on me but I made it homey yea [2] - I remember when they hated on me, YEAH [2] - Don't smile at me now, YEAHHHH [1] - And my soul is like [2] - If you wasn't there for the bad, nigga don't come when it's good [2] - Naw dawg, it ain't all good [2] - Wonder what made him think it was still all good, YEAHHHH [1] - And my soul is like [Chorus - substitute "and my soul is like" for Joe's solo lines] [Verse] [3] - Nigga I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my heart is like [3] - Homey I'm a soldier, ain't nobody gon' hold me down [3] - Now that I'm closer, all the snakes play me closely now [1] - And my heart is like.. I can't think right now [1] - Can't cope, can't drink, can't smoke, uh-uh [1] - And my soul is like.. I can't eat right now [1] - I'm not healthy, I'm askin you God help me like - please [1] - Show me somethin

Be All, End All

ANTHRAX "State Of Euphoria"
Yes, no, yes, no Not, another word You'll know what to do Right! In your face they see it In their face you... Take it Make up their minds Aggression turns the screws Fight! Take your piece and hold it Make your piece and... Stand up, you know what it means Wake up, time to live your dreams Down by, Law and they can't hold you Dictate and control you Hold onto your ideas Down by, Law and no one owns you And all the shit they've thrown you Pay back as a real bitch Nothing's ever easy when you do it yourself All you can do is try Life's not unfair, life's just life Death not suicide Be all, and you'll be the end all Life can be a real ball State of mind Euphoria Think, On your feet, and stay one step ahead Break Take your brain and use it Take their mind and... Change, An attitude, like you'd change your shorts Right! In your face they see it In their face you... Stand up, you know what it means Wake up, time to live your dreams Down by, Law and they can't hold you Dictate and control you Hold onto your ideas Down by, Law and no one owns you And all the shit they've thrown you Pay back as a real bitch Nothing's ever easy when you do it yourself All you can do is try Life's not unfair, life's just life Death not suicide Be all, and you'll be the end all Life can be a real ball State of mind Euphoria Always taking, always faking Ignorance is so frustrating Always taking, always faking Ignorance is, No way, no way, no way, no way out! [CHORUS]

Quality Control

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
[Jurrasic 5 Together] Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol Your mind, body, and soul For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old Many styles we hold, let the story be told Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll We be the Lik like E, Tash, and J-Ro We harass niggas like we was the po-po We can rule the world without Kurtis and still Blow Finesse, from SP to Casio Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so If you don't know us by now you'll never know You set that mood when we groove and prove a show The name of the game is survive and prove your flow You can't out take Jurassic syllable Cause it's survival of professional radio Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen Survival of professional poetical Highlanders [Zaakir] (Soup, you plan on rocking something fierce) Oh, am I Zaakir's the name, the A.K.A. super The verbal acupunture from the dope old schooler I used to be the brother for others that used to dumb on Now they be the lovers of brothers that can't front on Put me in the mix, LP 12-inch SP, the elegant, poetic pestulence I'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated For connecting it (Word!) Like verb subject to the predicate Plus I got the etiquette To keep it moving, and showing cats how it's done Cause it's the verbal combat, position number one [Mark 7even] We keep it beaming like a beacon, if it's clearance that you're seeking Whether black or Puerto Rican, people back us when we're speaking We got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend (To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing) Our temperature is freezing all kind of different regions The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces Your rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in season [Jurrasic 5 Together] Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol Your mind, body, and soul For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old [Charlie 2na] Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man-relic clan repellent My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets Flashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display J5 finds a way to remain supreme Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem [Akil] Ayo my team Dreamworks without Spielberg or spill words Communicate from the Earth throughout the universe I transmit, transcipts, transcontinental lyrics Deeply rooted in your spirit Up, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs The pen and the sword, liquid stick on award No folklore or myths in my penmanship The Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh Verbally decapitating those against a Jihad (foreign language) words make sense You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs [Akil] Yo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes Planning knives ever pair that I utilize Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth Inflict truths, speak Allah's 99 attributes [Charlie 2na] You baby MC's drink Pedialyte My underground doesn't like you, the media might But we the defeat will change that As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back [Mark 7even] Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap Inprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya [Zaakir] Ayo, my rhythm reveal rollercoaster real deal Revolutionize with active build I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills For the starving MC, hungry trying to get a meal [Jurrasic 5 Together] Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol Your mind, body, and soul For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode Big, bad, and bold b-boys of old

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