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ANDY MINEO lyrics - Formerly Known

Pick It Up

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Yo, even if it means carrying an anvil up a steep hill During an avalanche, I wanna walk inside His will These habitats and conditions is giving me the chills This is not a thrill, and it doesn't feel like a walk in the park It kinda seems like I'm walking in the dark, lantern in my heart These thorns and these thistles, are picking me apart And cameras keep flashing, they depicting it as art Fool, I'm on my knees right, stains on my jeans Filthy from head to toe, I finally get to see light (C-Lite) Still in the batter's box after three strikes Walking like Rev Run, steppin' in my three stripes Walking this way and that way, I found a narrow path It's like a tightrope He's gonna catch me, if I fall Guess we all need a challenge, To battle through this race in the Cross that we balance In that execution, jury on your chest Pick it up, and if you would look to it Your soul will find some rest, pick it up Ooh Pick It Up, Pick it up Question, how would your face look if Jesus were to scroll through a page of your Facebook Better one, would He be a bit confused If He seen His name written in your religious views Feeling conviction, they tick like "Didn't you know He's love?" Yeah you right but when He come back here to judge Lamb to the Lion, He's ruling the nations Packing a rod of iron, making a fool of Satan Tattoo on His thigh, King of kings, Lord of lords That's the name that's inscribed White horses he'll ride, got flames in His eyes I'm not playin' His fury is crushing enemies like grapes into wine Ain't nobody know the day or the time So I pray that you make up your mind, deny yourself and take up the pine Live the Cross, it ain't a chain or design, 'cause Sin Is Wack Don't wear one on your chest if you don't bear one on your back, fam. In that execution, jury on your chest Pick it up, and if you would look to it Your soul will find some rest, pick it up Ooh Pick It Up, Pick it up He want us sold out, searching our hearts Even believers got sin that they keep in the dark You know that one thing, God ain't pleased with He told you give it up, you wanna keep it You got a million excuses, a billion reasons But at the end of the day you still ain't at peace yet Well let me let you in on a secret We can't go deeper in our relationship till we leave it Decease it, put it to sleep like a Posturepedic 'Cause sin is a fatal disease and only Jesus can treat it And light of the fact that He freed us, By His blood, cleaned us, washed and redeemed us Uh, that's reason to make us rotate from our old ways Desire to please and obey, tell the Lord okay When the road may seem kinda lonely, my life Your way Yeah

Shit Is Real Pt. III

FAT JOE "Loyalty"
[Intro: Fat Joe] Slow motion baby, unh Tell you what I see through these eyes All we do is speak the truth Shit is realla then real Shit is realla then real My true niggas walk wit me, yeah They ride wit me, cook pies wit me, ya heard [Fat Joe] Lord I keep hollering, I hope you listening How come I'm still stressed and even though the squad's glistening Why you had to take Pun, someone so young Had so much more to live for, as real as they come Dead man can't talk that's why your hearing one side of the story But did they tell you how he provided for forty family members, grandmas to shorties Even my seeds ate off the big homie How could you deceive your kids like that Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track How could I jus stand there and not react And I'm jus about sick of all you side line niggas You know, do anything for the lime light niggas I'm defending your honor, my brother from anotha momma I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you byna [Chorus: Fat Joe] Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film Jus a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly Same cat that'll spill you, will end up with your wifey I've seen it all that's why I've picked up the pen To keep your boy from serving life in the pen, ya heard [Fat Joe] Fuck, the flu season, nowadays it's sue season Can't even go to the clubs and show my people love Cuz soon as shit pop off niggas knuckle love Niggas accusing me of fuckin 'em up! I'm like 'hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs' Part time live niggas dabbeling drugs See a rapper think of a lucrative deal But youse a bitch if you choosing to squeel It's more than obvious you don't know a thing about honor But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about comma As for me I stay being the realest Admired by politicans, street thugs and killers I keep feeding the street but the street feed back Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks But never dat, see I keep long money and if you looking for dat you'll never see a cent from me [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yo, unh, I stay grinding, everybody counted me out Now I'm rewinding in my summer beach house If I'm not in the studio I'm out on tour Busting my ass to make my fans future secure Nowadays everybody want somethin for nothin All of a sudden niggas talkin like 'Joey be frontin' The hood screaming Crack done changed, he don't holla I know now Big, Mo Money Mo Problems Jealousy's a muthafucka Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feeding be the muthafuckaz coming for ya I'm not stressin, I was born a warrior Plus I'm too big, too strong, too wise for ya When it's all said and done I follow my dreams Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things To let chu know I'm the reason you still walkin If I said something it was me, not the liquor talkin [Chorus]

Survival Hungry

BUSTA RHYMES "When Disaster Strikes"
[Chorus: repeat 3X] All my niggas dirty Hungry and thirsty Hitcha like 30 30 for watcha worst see Ya know we got to get this money Survival hungry [Verse One:] A yo ooh baby What I feel is just, ha The type of shit that make you act stupid for real, but a Ya'll, before ya try to wear these you need to hear these Welcome all ya'll to my world series Ya ya ya Elaborate on Busta Rhymes theories Ya ya ya I could bust your ass from half a ball Mcs Ya ya ya Never disrespect these monumental creating new flow The full blast we'll hit'em hit'em hit'em high hit'em low And while your style will soften, then my mind will drift often To illusions of my lyrics given you massages in the coffin The boom shock ooh wee Horny nigga crash into a motherfuckin tree I visualize shit and we in the place to be Extra strength nigga bett's ta mind the party Full fears I just pierce of in the place Make the spot look scarce and peruse Needles in ya face Fuck dumb shit straight up Keep it bouncin baby make sure you hold your wait up A ha Yea, just watch how the flow will change up for sure Rippin until my niggas walk out the door [Chorus] [Verse Two:] Ya'll, I refuse to lose Look at the news and read the interviews Flipmode is da squad A unit made of many crews Give me the whole entire wheel of fortune Makin a sacrifice no matter what the shit be coustin And while you coughing I be flawsine like a fuckin dolphin A lot of bitch rich niggas expernce extortion This hours born when I'ma form I drop a million in a one stony rocks on niggas like a fuckin hailstorm I pulnternal my new flow Put on your funeral home suit And exacuted with a bang shoop The blow torch been ignited Those who seem exited, ha I'ma bout bunch of bitch niggas and they extradited You soundin so sloppy Like a broken muffler draggin behind an older lobby Once the bomb drops here's to aftermath Scientist tried to disscet my way and formulate my craft Worrying bout how I achieve things The way I antilze shit and how I proceed things My style is real like bear skin imported from the Pursuance Follow my excoriation all the way till you feelin the newer vibe version I complete the after feat Destroy who ever complicate the way how I eat Survival hungry nigga [Chorus]

No Secret

AUDIO PUSH
[Intro - Oktane:] I'm a do this one time Ion run around bruh... Let's make this quick I'm a make this bitch jump too All off memory Here we go [Verse 1 - Oktane:] Uhh Aight Look Let me get my rain man Got me doing the rain dance That ain't rain boy, that's money Only piece of paper make ya act funny Only piece of paper that make the rats want me The kinda paper make a hater do his job I'm stuntin' Make the big booty whop out hundreds And when the beat drop Make their heads drop for me, let's do it! Fuck all that paper man, I'm just grindin' Tryna get it for family (Ya got it, ya copy) I ain't Mexican and she ain't Mexican But she at the spot and she callin' me "Papi" I said "Mexican" two Eses Guestin' (Hehe, damn hol' up) Cause she said "Papi the hottest" I've been waiting for the rock now I got it Now they wanna know the size of my wallet Ask me "How it go?" I say "I can't call it." When I know I go behind the back and ballin' Everybody callin' askin' for features And I'll do all them shits I'm happy to be here I don't mind gettin' paid to eat ya beats And make a couple "K" right in time for the weekend Niggas wouldn't get the game, so we peeped it And now we the fuckin' best and that ain't no secret [Hook - Audio Push:] Shit ain't no secret (Shit ain't no secret) It ain't no secret (It ain't no secret) We don't fuck with y'all boys This shit ain't no secret (This shit ain't no secret) And that's the way we gon' keep it (And that's the way we gon') And that's the way we gon' keep it (And that's the way we gon') [Verse 2 - Pricetag:] Look, about boy, got bars like Museum All y'all rappers sound the same, y'all need a new plan "Who the plug? ", We the plug Hear the crew chant I'm number 1, but I'll be second with my two fam Paper on paper, Him look like a newsstand Remember when I use to steal my Mama's food stamps Now these girls love me Got two Cams, two Sams All different colors like a beak upon a Toucan You can get kicked to the door like Martin used to do Pam See this one for the true fans From the Era where we used to throw them two hands (Mmm) Have you rappers looking like soup cans Sittin' on the shelf, needin' help Meanwhile we the Hardy boys with the belt On the turnbuckle Didn't have to earn hustle, we just had it automatic We was destined for the wealth Lord help Cause they praying on me (Cause they praying on me) And I'm just praying that somebody be out there praying for me Keep them away from me (Lord keep them away) Aye city look, if you have it, keep a space for me please I've been on my knees I've been at war with new devils My mama told me that it's new devils at new levels She also said I was special since I was riding on Mongoose pedals And that's the reason I ain't gon' settle [Hook] [Verse 3 - Rockie Fresh:] Right now, I ain't got time to be leanin' I tell you to do it, know that I mean it Don't get confused who the team is, Maybach forever But I'll pull yo bitch in a Prius She on her way to come see us I let her get high, but I say on the low "She should keep it" She went to tell all of her homies And now they all on me, so it ain't no way it's a secret We met in LA over summer She gave top 'fore she gave me her number You know she A runner Get on the track, do the same Rockie be ballin' I give em' that game I'm Audio Pushin' the limit Startin' to feel healthy Pockets full on lettuce and spinach I Might just go open a salad bar I pull up in the wildest car Yea Rockie a fuckin' star With the shit like it's Amistad I'm a boss, you could get a job I got the door, don't you touch the knob Turnin' that shit, it could be a prob You could meet the Mob I could make a call, cause I'm in charge Young Rockie don't catch the charge I ain't never gotta fetch em' y'all Cause I'm getting money in the Tesla charged (Hahaha) [Hook x2] [Bridge - Audio Push & Rockie Fresh:] Niggas all know we deep in this bitch (Say that, say that) I'm Reppin' my squad (Say that, say that) You know who I'm with (Say that, say that) My niggas go hard (Say that, say that) Yeah, we gon' get lit (Say that, say that) Don't care about y'all (Say that, say that) Cause we gone get ours (Say that, say that) Yeah, we gon' get ours (Say that, say that) Yeah, we gon' get ours (Say that, say that) (Bounce)

Untouchables

Eric B. Rakim "Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em"
This is poetry in motion Try to catch on, stay close to the host and MC's try to make the road rough but I'm coastin Ladies hear the rhymes rub em on like lotion Hit spots soothin, can't stop movin Go ahead bust a sweat and you can bet I'm still coolin When I detain it's a brainstorm never the same form, every brain I rained on is warm Takin a trip through Memory Lane to Melody See if you could tell if these thoughts to fell MC's could do you justice, but you can't touch this Some kid just tried to bust this but he just missed I'm universal and much more merciful So versatile with the style it's reversable I get away even if I say a curse or two First, let me bust another verse for you Your arms too short to box with Ra so quit You don't want no kind of conflict Or you'll get stripped as the rhyme is ripped Pick up the pieces now ain't that peace yeah I'm hip Everything I said flows since my intro I plant a thought extend and then grow Holdin my pen tightly it might be Controversy at first when I write the chords of research don't just take it for granted When I'm gone my mind remains a planet If I keep buildin, and teach the children So when they read in between the lines it's filled in I break to meditate, not a peep, concentrate till I'm deep awake, but not asleep At the same time risin and advertisin what is true, keep advised and you can stay wise and I'm untouchable Comin over the bridge take a peak at the skyline Cause that's how I shine not only when I rhyme My culture's makin me stronger, mentally Physically I'm powerful poetry now that could be labelled as art placed in a museum Style'll make scenery, now you see 'em Exhibit a knowledge that's packed and filled with nothin illiterate it's facts I build with My mind's untouchable which means intangible Contents never dense it's understandable I study life so I can live it the right way No time to hear what another brother might say Why sell a capsule of crack I don't have to I rhyme and sign million dollar contracts to put message on records that's graced with hard bass Smugglin microphones, this ain't Scarface Whoever talked that talk, I wanna hawk And don't try to Escape From New York Cross a 110th Street lookin for a problem It's Hell Up In Harlem, watch Ra solve em I hear the music clear as I get near the hundred and twenty fifth street Apollo Theater Take a step back when I rap I step up to you... I'm untouchable Put on my thinking cap pump the track Test your reflex relax but in contact you fold and lose control so hold your partner closer you're supposed to keep your composure But you hear the drum said go then it gets so hype it's like nitro opponents get petro Remember the trademark left by the R that's never soft or smooth it's comin off the hardest in effect, you could die-tect the imposter Takin my props, Rakim is still proper I'm a prophet, you can't stop it, when I drop it Everything I say, coincide with the topic Thoughts bounce around till my skull is fractured Inside my brain it's all manufactured As we go deeper it's hard to find Don't even think about it, cause you can't read my mind It's clear so therefore you need a ear or inclined in the mind with some kind of idea for the style I'm advertisin what is true Keep advised that you stay wise and the mind is untouchable

As The Rhyme Goes On

Eric B. Rakim "Paid In Full"
This is poetry in motion Try to catch on stay close to the host and MC's try to make the road rough but I'm coastin Ladies hear the rhymes rub em on like lotion Hit spots soothin can't stop movin Go ahead bust a sweat and you can bet I'm still coolin When I detain it's a brainstorm never the same form every brain I rained on is warm Takin a trip through Memory Lane to Melody See if you could tell if these thoughts to fell MC's could do you justice, but you can't touch this Some kid just tried to bust this but he just missed I'm universal and much more merciful So versatile with the style it's reversable I get away even if I say a curse or two First, let me bust another verse for you Your arms too short to box with Ra so quit You don't want no kind of conflict Or you'll get stripped as the rhyme is ripped Pick up the pieces now ain't that peace yeah I'm hip Everything I said flows since my intro I plant a thought extend and then grow Holdin my pen tightly it might be Controversy at first when I write the chords of research don't just take it for granted When I'm gone my mind remains a planet If I keep buildin, and teach the children So when they read in between the lines it's filled in I break to meditate, not a peep, concentrate till I'm deep awake, but not asleep At the same time risin and advertisin what is true, keep advised and you can stay wise and I'm untouchable Comin over the bridge take a peak at the skyline Cause that's how I shine not only when I rhyme My culture's makin me stronger, mentally Physically I'm powerful poetry now that could be labelled as art placed in a museum Style'll make scenery, now you see 'em Exhibit a knowledge that's packed and filled with nothin illiterate it's facts I build with My mind's untouchable which means intangible Contents never dense it's understandable I study life so I can live it the right way No time to hear what another brother might say Why sell a capsule of crack I don't have to I rhyme and sign million dollar contracts to put message on records that's graced with hard bass Smugglin microphones, this ain't Scarface Whoever talked that talk, I wanna hawk And don't try to Escape From New York Cross a 110th Street lookin for a problem It's Hell Up In Harlem, watch Ra solve em I hear the music clear as I get near the hundred and twenty fifth street Apollo Theater Take a step back when I rap I step up to you... I'm untouchable Put on my thinking cap pump the track Test your reflex relax but in contact you fold and lose control so hold your partner closer you're supposed to keep your composure But you hear the drum said go then it gets so hype it's like nitro opponents get petro Remember the trademark left by the R that's never soft or smooth it's comin off the hardest in effect, you could die-tect the imposter Takin my props, Rakim is still proper I'm a prophet, you can't stop it, when I drop it Everything I say, coincide with the topic Thoughts bounce around till my skull is fractured Inside my brain it's all manufactured As we go deeper it's hard to find Don't even think about it, cause you can't read my mind It's clear so therefore you need a ear or inclined in the mind with some kind of idea for the style I'm advertisin what is true Keep advised that you stay wise and the mind is untouchable

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