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Glorified

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Glorified, Glorified, Glorified, [Verse 1:] In the game of pain that rang the outlaws Freaks come through at a 2 no draws Stop for a sec tiga don't take a pause If you don't see no pigs then there ain't no laws Get beefy with me 1 time when I rap To all them other niggas is Like bullets in the back On the highway going fucka fucka fast Blowing on a chopper when I'm mucka mucka mad Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash When nothing hurts tiga only when I laugh [Chorus: x2] I glorified the crime rate in my state The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place [Verse 2:] Die mothafucka you know I ain't concerned You make a mothafucka really do learn Popeye nigga and go home and eat spinach Get back on the block I really can't finish I'm ready to rap till the gods say quit Until then freaks you gon hear my shit Parden my manapose and parden my french And god so check it out, put me in the mix I'm shooting with my eyes closed at 5-0 Leaving every where I go smelling like a rose Hanging out the car window what's up hoes Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose [Chorus: x3] I glorified the crime rate in my state The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place [Verse 3:] Your lucky you brothas go boom bang bang America is the game with a gold wet rang Keep your daughtars chain my eyes never change Hard to break like a cuban link chain Stay back fo a while the mayne in livin color Instead of right next to me mothafucka Die ya'll hi ya'll fry ya'll Spit the truth tell the youth it's a lie ya'll The only advice I can give to a brotha Is fire up the weed motha fucka Check it [Chorus: x3] I glorified the crime rate in my state The motha fucka thinks is the fliest place Shit can u understand now, I'm glorified

26-Hour Day

JAY BRANNAN "Unmastered"
Once upon our time in a land far gone where hate crime’s enforced by state crime even though they say the land of the free was made for both you and me Well, the girl next door might have cancer and the hospital nearby’s got the answer, but she’s never been there, can’t afford healthcare in the arms of the home of the brave, she’s carried to her grave Marionettes for presidents, strung out on wars and we’re not sure who’s american anymore division of church and state is my kind of separatism spreading god’s love through scare tactics is casual terrorism and if abortion’s murder, let’s strip that right away, and who gave women the right to vote anyway? So many babies brought into the world today amongst so many maybes like maybe they’ll feel loved, be provided for, and have a place to stay but instead of placing them in loving stable homes that might not fill the conservative bill they’re tossed around the foster system like a hot potato instead of making friends of dorothy they’re thrown to the tornado Death warrants signed by murderers who came to power through the back door is this democracy or a monarchy what do we hold elections for you write your personal agenda on a post-it note and leave the constitution lying on the bathroom floor This is for the world trade center, for columbine for oklahoma city and the lost and lonely friends of mine for ireland, iran, iraq and the suffering caused by the indian ocean’s attack for falun gong and the berlin wall the homeless, the hungry, and slaves to drugs and alcohol indian, australian, african slaves native americans whose amber waves of grain were melted down into white men’s riches victims of war and for salem’s witches for boys who were told to act more like boys and girls who were told to only play with girl toys the voiceless, forgotten, plagued by disease god help us please, please, please Maybe one day I’ll stop alternating between thirteen hours of eating and thirteen hours of sleeping and do something about it with what i guess could have been a twenty-six hour day

Dope Man

JAY-Z "Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter"
(feat. Serena Altschul) [*sound of a camera taking a picture*] [Jay] Millenium flow [MTV] Serena Altschul's here live outside the criminal courthouse [Jay] This is {bullshit} y'all [MTV] in New York City for the first day in the trial of [Jay] I'm gone [*car speeds off*] [MTV] the State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z [Jay] Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh [MTV] Whatever the verdict in this trial may be the effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide [Jay-Z] Aiyyo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice or witness to me killin the track Testify 'til me spillin the smack Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack [Hook:] They call me Dope Man, Dope Man I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man A broke man, approachin the bench with intent to bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man Evidence stemmin from ninety-six They say the world ain't recovered from his fix While they was usin cut I was on some other shit Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it Nowaday, the jury got they brow raised Listenin to testimony about my foul ways Exhibit A: 'Reasonable Doubt' They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out [MTV] You can feel the tension building here as an unprecedented number of people have turned out for what may be the 'Trial of the Century' [Hook] [Jay-Z] How come, you label your brand of dope 'Volume 1' and spread it through the slums Fed it to the young with total disregard Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge And how could you, turn right around and release a lethal dosage called 'Volume 2' And is true you operate the criminal enterprise known as Roc-a-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise And do you deny you're responsible for the demise of record execs, and do you object Your distribution's Polygram, and through your connects Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons And we ain't gon' talk about Murder, Inc. That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link [MTV] The State is seeking the maximum penalty and with the overwhelming amount of evidence the D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good [Hook] [MTV] Despite the grim outlook at this point the rapper has been known to emerge triumphant in the face of adversity [Hook] [MTV] Jay-Z is taking the stand [Jay-Z] Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors Keep us spiralin, goin backwards At age nine, saw my first hate crime Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine The soul of Mumia in this modern day time [MTV] While the jury is inside deliberating outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation [Hook] [MTV] Well the verdict has just been announced: NOT GUILTY! It is complete pandemonium out here! [Hook; Serena keeps speaking] People are cheering and hugging - there he is Jay-Z is exiting the courtroom right now There is a swarm of cameras surrounding him [*pop bulbs flashing*] and people are just rushing up to him Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z! [*sounds of cameras keep flashing*, *music fades*]

Celebration

JAY-Z
[hispanic voice same as Intro from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_] What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker* You a punk I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers* Why don't you go get lost Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin [Jay-Z] You're now tuned into the greatest *Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under Face one up, to take over, the break's over *Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah *Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride if they try to plant, under the seat of my car even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper Rep ya game pros [Wais] We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix Spittin sperm inside of latex You get, no respect like a child rapist Delegate this, men just givin facelifts Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases Informants, heating the spot up like global warming Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless I know you wanna see me wasted You call the order, I'll be in Hell Team Roc sweater and ice water Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident I'm Resident Evil, movin like ? [Memphis Bleek] Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit For the love of sex money and drugs Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us If you was lookin you found us Movin with speed, tried to play Superman ended up like Chris Reeves Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret It's like a story never told, but believe it... [Sauce Money] Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire Show Me The Money like Clue tapes Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin Four shots spin ya like chrome rims Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny *Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin? Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail Got em scared to drop like soap in jail [Jay-Z] Geyeah, there you have it Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever Never disrespect this thing of ours Roc-a-Fella family

Sincerely

AER "Aer"
[Hook:] Been meaning to write you sincerely So let me lay this down Ain't much to say, ain't much to say, unless it’s a vow So what’s this about? [Verse 1:] Give me nothing man, I’ll take it on my own Got a whole lot to go, only slow when I've grown old Well one piece of advice, for you limelight seeking shh Twitter plus the couch equals you never gonna blow You can talk a big game, you can want to walk to fame The sidewalk ends fall off if the grind ain't the same as the FAM Nothing to gain if you can’t get yourself outta the place that you claim can’t help, well The ladder for me man keeps getting longer The climb gets harder, my arms getting stronger You blind old man cause you’re starting to wander Snake of the game bringing nothing but problems You on the come up like your leader's got his eyes closed I’d arrive before you if I decide to drive slow But I’m not I’m posted up never lie low You’ll vanish real quick like your missing dog Fido [Hook] [Verse 2:] It’s a curse and a blessing to get this way in the first place And your shit was supposed to drop around my 15th birthday Gotta be real and cleaned up behind curtains Is this really your grand scheme to prove that you’re worth it? Well I've seen it before but good job They click next stray away quick move along Shake they head say They never going back to this blog Can’t use your brights homie cause your heads filled with fog If you want something grab it, if you have a beat stab it Shitload of legwork not just living lash, I’m up at 3 AM and I’m still mentally active Mind is traveling to a height that’ll send your ass packing In the third row seat of the van realizing opportunities within patience Instant gratification is not in the plans for your brand Buzzer beater precision they coming running from the stands [Hook]

As Usual

ALEXZ JOHNSON "The Basement Recordings II"
First there was a road, was a brick road painted yellow looks the same but not as new Skipping over chalk when we walk to find a way to keep themselves away from you All the girls and the boys find a way here to play but the games all turn out to be tragedies Looking for directions, keeping my intentions, knowing you're ok but not with me Driving in your car going far feeling wind in my hair it's a mess but you just don't care Testing for a vibe when you try to create some magic in this stale air Meetings, feelings, greeting, every person who has felt that way Searching for your place, for a name, in the waste of the city, lighting up this place Ya ya ya ya ya Everything's as usual I'm where I've never been I'm where I've never been Then there was a babe, was a tall babe smoking on a fag in his mother's living room Hoping that she'd catch him, steal it and detach him, he wanted to be seen through his faces mood Sheri's got a Caity, she was just a baby shouting out to the world "look what I can do!" Looking for reactions, getting satisfaction, kids in the hall are in broken shoes We're fine, we're fine, not blind who's got the cash spend it fast before they do Put your dirty deeds in the back seat, making sure you look sweet, never let them see through you Feeling kind of easy, moving when they need me, talking to my feelings, thoughts and dealing Looking in the past, I react moving fast lighting spit fire's in the streets for you Ya ya ya ya ya Everything's as usual I'm where I've never been I'm where I've never been I never wanted to be I never wanted to change Now can you take it all away I'm not far from paranoid Driving in your car going far feeling wind in my hair it's a mess but you just don't care Testing for a vibe when you try to create some magic in this stale air Meetings, feelings, greeting, every person who has felt that way Searching for your place, for a name, in the waste of the city, lighting up this place

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