ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Raven In My Eyes

Raven

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You know god, the devil is acting a mother fucking fool Well yes, watch out for those buster Busters and you never can trust them Sooner or later gotta me a hafta dump them in the ocean And them them girls around them we gonna get rid of them, second Watch that four blown, gage on time (tragic, tragic, tragic, tragic) And you know that cinnnomon bread that you didn't want to give me? So when me get down, me bring my rotwilder round And make them shake that thang The raven in my eyes got me going against the grain If you purple like the rain Feel me nigga now check the grip, Get rich quick or die Some can't get rich so god damn quick, so they suffer and get high God fearin niggas, who sin and make they ends Corner store ballas who can't think without they gin Mandadory consequence if you spit this busnuiss splittin rocks Bullets connect with red dots, shit this ghetto red hot A vision like twelve monkeys, split the blunt and fill her up We ready to cuss and dump on niggas who wanna buss Spittin 45 and newer nines mindstate on barrcudda Nigga watch the heat cause the heat will seek and the heat will go right through ya My mouth a make an attitude and hall game Street chemist ghetto star dealin with the pain They say "Andre Nickatina keep it comin" The game done got so thick that I can't even have a woman Let me look into your eyes, witness all the lies, Somewhere down the line you made a grown man cry, why? Raven in my eyes put a man to test Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh You know me keep on singing The raven in my eyes put a man to test And I say Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh You know me keep on sayin A raven in my life put a man to test And you know me sayin Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh B. Adams do ya still love me? Cause your first born is struggeling (tragic tragic tragic) And it's hard to stay drug free, mama do you love me? [x2]

Animal Planet

Genius "Legend of the Liquid Sword"
[GZA] Welcome to the Jungle where the cat loves to scratch The rat squeals And the polar bear feasts on the blubber of seals The pack of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles Where the leopards grab the wilderbeast down by it's tail You see the chimps they grow *hemp* they hustle and sling in trees Elephants for security that move tons of leaves The bluebirds arrest parrots that love to talk of eagles that stalk fresh-water trout under the wing of the hawk You see the vultures pick the pocket of whatever remain In the brain we watch but a shadow of the lion's mane Whose roar is loud enough to take the stripes from a zebra He camouflage his bets in the spots of a cheetah Shouldn't gamble with a cheetah and not expect to get beat You silly goose you know he move fast on his feet Now you're neck deep in depth with a bunch of lone sharks So you move on a colony of ants with aardvarks, you see Most of the everglades was controlled by the gators It was crashed by the crocs who came years later See the locusts had swarmed with the bees the tick moved with the fleas The dragonflies and the wasps shared with the seas The crab and the leeches sucked your blood flow And they laugh like hyenas when they out to catch dough See a million mosquitos from the West Nile Carrying the virus that made the boars less wild [Hook x4 : GZA] It's like the jungle sometimes [GZA] Out of fear of the deer watch for the eye of the tiger The Clutch from the Cobra and the venomous viper Boa-constrictors that cut your circulation Mosts of their prey die from broke bones and suffocation The owls are private eyes that watch from the bark Black panthers are the militant who strike in the dark Porcupines had a rep' for sticking everything that moved In areas that the rhinos and hippos approved And the giraffe was a look-out for gorillas in the mist And the bats use their sonar to guide and assist Those pelicans who smuggle contraband for the whale While the skunks spray the scent to keep the dogs off the trail The scorpion set up a sting for sly foxes that use stool pigeons just to keep them in the boxes While the black widow laid a web for the bachelor like daddy-long-leg and his hype man, tarantula They both prey on grasshoppers beetles and flies And they all become instant meals the moment it dies What costs little, is a little worth so some lose they lives wandering on the wrong turf From birth they grow up walking the thin line It's like the jungle sometimes [Hook x4 : GZA] It's like the jungle sometimes

You Have The Lovers

LEONARD COHEN
You Have the Lovers You have the lovers, they are nameless, their histories only for each other, and you have the room, the bed, and the windows. Pretend it is a ritual. Unfurl the bed, bury the lovers, blacken the windows, let them live in that house for a generation or two. No one dares disturb them. Visitors in the corridor tip-toe past the long closed door, they listen for sounds, for a moan, for a song: nothing is heard, not even breathing. You know they are not dead, you can feel the presence of their intense love. Your children grow up, they leave you, they have become soldiers and riders. Your mate dies after a life of service. Who knows you? Who remembers you? But in your house a ritual is in progress: It is not finished: it needs more people. One day the door is opened to the lover's chamber. The room has become a dense garden, full of colours, smells, sounds you have never known. The bed is smooth as a wafer of sunlight, in the midst of the garden it stands alone. In the bed the lovers, slowly and deliberately and silently, perform the act of love. Their eyes are closed, as tightly as if heavy coins of flesh lay on them. Their lips are bruised with new and old bruises. Her hair and his beard are hopelessly tangled. When he puts his mouth against her shoulder she is uncertain whether her shoulder has given or received the kiss. All her flesh is like a mouth. He carries his fingers along her waist and feels his own waist caressed. She holds him closer and his own arms tighten around her. She kisses the hand besider her mouth. It is his hand or her hand, it hardly matters, there are so many more kisses. You stand beside the bed, weeping with happiness, you carefully peel away the sheets from the slow-moving bodies. Your eyes filled with tears, you barely make out the lovers, As you undress you sing out, and your voice is magnificent because now you believe it is the first human voice heard in that room. The garments you let fall grow into vines. You climb into bed and recover the flesh. You close your eyes and allow them to be sewn shut. You create an embrace and fall into it. There is only one moment of pain or doubt as you wonder how many multitudes are lying beside your body, but a mouth kisses and a hand soothes the moment away.

Trading Places

AZ "Pieces Of A Man"
AZ: Yeah son, I know you can hear me man shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu but I found out the cat that did that, word to minds I'ma see him in a minute son, hu, it's on {Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: Get ready for your final thrill. } AZ: I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back That's what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back So nigga say that, frontin' like you can't lay flat You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit Thought I was twisted Beat that, been home since Christmas Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I. From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy So nigga what now? Got the whole game fucked now Who you trust now? See you tinted up your truck now No need to back track, next time know who you blast at For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low Up in Brooke Dale, heard my little man took 12 Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don't look well Left his mom stressed, now it's time to bomb the projects Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats cocked The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right Clothes, cars ice, hard to remember starvin' nights Niggas startin' fights, Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight All illin', navigatin' four wheelin' Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin' Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball) {Tim Roth from Hoodlum: You're a dead fuckin' nigger! You hear me? You're dead! } {Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: Get ready for your final thrill. } CHORUS: [AZ] I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah) Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched (get it snatched) Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya to back (uh huh) I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched (keep frontin') Watch that, know where your moms shop at (Wor) Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at {Tim Roth piece} Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back (top back, top back, top back, top back.....)

Through The Eyes Of A G

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips 2"
[Intro:] I think I got 15... bullshit, this is nothing. Look, my feet hurt, I need DOPE. When are we gonna do some acid cause I got, I need piles of money. Forget this shit... but a hit of crack will do for now [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yeah... through the eyes of a G Through the eyes of a G, see me in the all white Eclipse A husband pay me 10 stacks to fuck his bitch Hand up her ass like a Muppet baby, it's crazy While she do a buck-eighty in a mustard Mercedes I move the mustard from Russia to Haiti Forty-fives will kiss like the touch from a lady Fuck with my lunch and then the pump leaves you under the daisies You know your bitch is just another cocksucker with rabies I'm signing autographs in Spanish, I live with Michael Jackson's anguish Hop in the Vanquish and vanish off the manor in a strange manner Aim the hammer at your dame's bladder, like it ain't matter I smoke 'til I got down syndrome Tan gators, brown linen Multi-color money, seven different kinds of cheeses My silhouette resembles Jesus in all seasons Take a ginger shot, doing concentration curls with the cinderblocks Doing squats, hope the ox don't drop out Don't make me have to slap the fire out your pop's mouth It's me... uh Through the eyes of a G [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Yo Through the eyes of a G A-B, utilize what you and I use to see To move forward Cause I get bored with niggas talking 'bout Who they used to be, what they used to do My homie headed to court, not for a 2-on-2 Ironically, I'll have you know we do it for the sport Or at least to keep a little gold in this uniform I'm abnormal like a unicorn that you could get on Cows jump over moons when my nouns and verbs move Etiquette of a veteran, still getting checks You get a F for your efforts, we never trade techs I tried to keep the peace but now I gotta keep the piece I speak in synchronistic frequency with triggers squeezing And one day I'll drop to my knee and repent to Jesus 'Til then I'm humping my lust demons for no reason Soul-o ho, from Del Amo to SoHo, ho Yo, yo, check, "you do not know me, no, no, no You do not know me but I know you-" I had to, I had to do it

Apprentice Song

Ian Campbell
APPRENTICE SONG by Ian Campbell Come on lad and bring your tool bag Keep your eyes peeled, use your head Fetch your footprints, spanners, chisels From now on they'll earn your bread Keep your eyes on the older fitters They're the boys who know their stuff One day you will do their job If you're smart and keen enough Come on boy and take your place Among the men who serve the trade Scalers, cokers, valvesmen, stokers This is where the gas is made Keep your eye on old Fairweather Mind your gauge, you're on the town Turn her out bang on four fifty Or else you'll let the housewife down Wake up, son, and mind your setting B-range is the one to watch Number three is due for scaling See she don't get too much ash Mind your eye with that red hot poker Read your heat and see she's right Leave your range in decent order For the lads on shift tonight recorded by Ian Campbell Folk Group

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