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Avain lyrics

Yhdes Iltaan

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yeah, yeah mun sydän virtaa ulos sulle, äiti suun kautta jaksoit kantaa mahassas mua 9 kuukautta lupaan sua aina auttaa, oon ikuisesti velkaa toivon et valitsemani tie, sulle mamma joskus kelpaa rakastan sun kans sippaa viinii, keskustella, relaa loma esitteitä selaa, nyky-yhteiskuntaa kelaa ja mun isobroidi tulisitpa kanssani fudista pelaa en millään snaijjaa miks sun piti jo synnytyksessä delaa mut siks päätti mamma ja pappa mut tänne siittää isoveljenä sulle en pysty tarpeeks ikiin kiittää ei voi sanat riittää lasken kukkii haudallesi poltetaan tämä jointti sun ikuiselle rauhallesi äiti kaupungin sairaalan listoilla venaa chänssii kasvain kasvaa kaulas elämä vetää swichtancee vanhemmat aitoi hippei siks kai musta tuli radikaali spraymaali kriminaali rohikan katujen vandaali otan elämästäni vastuun jos onnistun vaimon löytää lupaan niinku faija koval duunil tuoda leivän pöytään jos mulla ei oo cashii ni sitten vaikka varastan en sano usein mutta äiti, isä teitä rakastan (chorus) tämä päivä yhdessä iltaan, ahaa kaikki ennallaan, niinkuin silloin ennen tutut kasvot mulle hymyilee joo-o, on kaikki ennallaan yeah, yeah mun vanhemmat siskot sekä mamma ja pappa mitä kuuluu perhe, omistettu teille tämä platta ja mun sedät, enot, tädit ja kaikki mun serkut pidetään tiiviimmin yhteyttä ei riitä joulukorttiterkut mummi ja ukki pahoittelen etten menny inttiin arvostan silti kokemustanne tervetullu joka vinkki isä mun esikuva radikaaleihin ajatuksiis uskon taistelen virkavaltaa vastaan katotaan mihin must on pystynko itseni elättää vai juoksenko sossuun (so-so-so-sossuun, kuinkas sen nyt, sä vesit pullon kossuu) ja mun rakkaat siskot, toinen opiskelee, puhuu kielii toinen sisko auttaa ongelmaperheissä elävii pienii lapsin friikattiin, muttei meil enää aika matsaa ei, jokaisen mun lapsen nimen mä tatuoin mun vatsaan kaikki frendit kuin perhe ootte mun kaveriliitos ootte kestäny vaik oon ollu runkku, siitä iso kiitos Jurassik ja Didi pukeudutaan valkosiin eikä tummiin Juha ja Janika, must tulee maailman paras sylikummi kaikki kaverit nyt ja ennen ootte mulle parasta vaikken sano tätä usein, meitsi teit kaikkii rakastaa (chorus) tämä päivä yhdessä iltaan... x2

Babies With Guns

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
Radio check check Video check check This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next Data-perforated counties making you upset-set Harvest all Brand-X Clark Kents to worm food Carbon heart, buried his nozzle in fossil marker art Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon with Lazarus billy-goat whiskers He roasted sea-salt in the open blisters But blind anarchy slips through the cracks See naked martyrs with Bubblelicious on fishing rods itching to pull it back With that organic invention incubated to have some [?] to make it through [?] on paper now, a lot of details later And lot of crews will taper out A wooly mayor souse, who [?] happy shooting at the bladed mouth Bazooka Tooth zoo-keep the paper route with janky funds and favors Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry wrists severed I walk face-first through the sex, drugs, and church With wild things that make Maurice Sendak question his early works But no hostages, no promises Out the clock corporate constant sprockets Now clocked-off grommets Running from a rabid ring-wraith click basilisk Serpentine, in and out of traffic jam and murder scenes Scrub blood of the AF-152, pick up first degrees Some toddlers smuggled Tommy guns and crack into the nurseries Dog, there's a fucking baby at the door asking for wallets (yeah?) And those ain't twin Beanie Babies inside his pockets (nope!) 2010 sonograms showed the Magnum formed directly out the fetus Evolution for the young killer convenience Radio check check Video check check This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next Data-perforated counties making you upset-set Magazine check check Paper route check check This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect? Now a-days, even the babies got guns Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young If this Jesus piece around your neck is bigger than your pistol It makes homicide okie-dokie and your god will forgive you Just show the saints at Heaven's gate you should be on the list "I heard he overlooks manslaughter for a tattooed crucifix" Twisty, fishy, contradicty, wild animal ship fleet Off the sliding board dock of the Mr. Turtle pool mom bought Somewhere they laminate dry bones and cool water and ease medulla After you thumb-suck and diaper-change get burped and shoot the school up I'd do it too, but only to exploit no-brainers Teenager beef passed alligator teeth and extra-curricular flagpole scrapping Amongst tadpoles that have yellow backbones De-mechanism brought airborne shrapnel scraps to hassle captains By the itchy index of an umbilically-garped fraggle baby Fragile maybe, you think? Chopped shop and a mislead, maladjustee trustee locked box Hiding clips that light the sky in seconds like newly communal hop-scotch gives them leverage Cut them with mortars while I mumble in the immortal slang of mushmouth for the anti-led Nirvana I used to think I'd get hit by a bus or something dumb and dumber That or bust the slugs plugged by the newest kiddie thug wonder Self-victim kings who rep a wide pride dosage For tomorrow the holsters are bound to outnumber the roaches I'm not a coach But that won't even jolt the immobile when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local Block, if you need me (yeah?) I had to bounce to DC (yeah?) To bullet-proof mom's flower garden before the war cheats me (yeah?) If I'm not back in a week tell the crew I said "peace" and lay low Strays don't vacate slow Radio check check Video check check This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it to the next next Data-perforated counties making you upset-set Magazine check check New flash check check This is how the hermit and the busy bee connect-nect Somebody's losing track of their flesh-and-bloods and arrests-rests Polka-dotted landscapes, what did you expect-pect? Now a-days, even the babies got guns Diaper snipers having clock-tower fun Misplace the bottle, might catch a bad one Have a mid-life crisis when you're ten years young Aboard the battleship grey sky The day I got the phone call Jam Master Jay died So now I'll probably never write another "Daylight" Because the stingers [?] into the portable hay-rides It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your shoebox, please Mine's got Adidas, rest in peace

Letter To My Ex's

ACE HOOD "Blood, Sweat & Tears"
[Intro] Uh, They may not like me for this one Fuck it, I got my pen and pad anyway Mister Hood Dear Mrs. Independent Hoes Lookin' for ya like my lifetime depended on You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal To meet in a nigga and his money long Hey this a letter to my ex hoes Before I start kiss my ass, X O's Ahem, okay let's talk about a gold digger Met her at a video shoot, go figure Uh, well she was bad than a mothaflicker Seen her lookin' got her number seen what's up wit her Yeah, to make a long story short dawg Couple days I'm sleepin, beatin the inner walls Fell in love with it now we up in every mall Bought her first Louis bag, she was so appalled Not a scout but she love to watch a nigga ball Bought her everything she had if I could recall So couple months I got her moving in That show money got me out of town It got her trippin' when I'm not around She was movin, trying to play a nigga out of bounds Seen pictures of her and niggas I hate to found Sad part was the bitch was trickin' off out of town Uh, and I was too blind to see it sooner Knew this bitch was kinda fishy like some old tuna Took her clothes and threw em in to an old sewer Damn, you shoulda' really seen her face then Uh, she officially on my shit list Uh, She pulled up on some shock shit Uh, I'm talkin bags in the front trick And that words to my common sense See you ain't nothin' but a has been I'm talking ashes to ashes [Hook] Uh, hey here's a letter to my ex's You ain't nothin' but a has been Uh, was only heavy when the cash in, yeah You tried to play me like a band bitch But I ain't trippin' cause you're pussy kinda average Uh, her ego bigger than her ass is Man, I'm so glad you the past tense I used to love you with a passion Sincerely yours, bitches Uh, Dear Mrs. Independent hoes Still searching like my lifetime depended on You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal To meet a nigga and his money long If you ain't got it then you can carry on I'm talking like a Louis bag homes No matter swagger, you're new cologne I swear my last was a bee like a honeycomb Uh, I thought we really woulda' last long Shit, we were the worst to put your money on Damn, in the beginning it was fairy tales I'm talking make believe love coated in make believe Uh, but that's until I started buying things It was cool, now she started wantin wedding rings Such a drama queen demanded all kinda things Corrupted buy the light, she could only see the green Wanted kids so I can be there by any means Let her tell it we were something like a perfect team Damn, had to cut it, she was out of order Tryin to put me on blast like a bill boarder Yeah, I called her momma tried to transport her "Did you throw out her out dawg" Yeah kinda sorta, she was mad so she filing a restraining order Just to come and get her bags in the trash house Swear the cops made me leave nearly passed out Hey but I end up moving back in Oh my momma, now she preggo with a set of twins Pause, "That's a whole lot to settle in" Uh, I guess the story really never ends Well here's a letter to my ex then I swear she used to be my best friend Now she's a memory from back then I know she prolly misses that fifth Big sprees, and them motherfuckin plane trips And she the last on my ex list Nearly had a nigga stressed Damn [Interlude] Somebody tell me what's love What's your definition of love? Is love buying one another different gifts "Depending on the price tag." Is that love? I mean a nigga just looking for somebody genuine To really ride for him I'm feelin' like "fuck love," They don't give a damn about me anyway Maybe relationships ain't for me I guess that's why I'm writing this Uh, hey here's a letter to my ex's You ain't nothin' but a has been Uh, was only heavy when the cash in, yeah You tried to play me like a band bitch But I ain't trippin' cause you're pussy kinda average Uh, her ego bigger than her ass is Man, I'm so glad you the past tense I used to love you with a passion Sincerely yours, bitches

Line 'em Up

FREEWAY "Philadelphia Freeway"
(feat. Young Chris) [Intro - Freeway] Thank you ladies and gentlemen! Hold your applause J'yeah, holla! Its bout to go down, shut em down! Just Blaze, Freeway! Young Chris! Young Guru! The Roc is definately in the building! J'yeah! uh, holla! uh oh! uh oh! uh oh! uh! [Verse 1 - Freeway] J'yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin and beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans R-U to the G-S, manuver the ve throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys one start up your whip and the other start up your block retarded just like a Carter El Nino come take a sniff or take a few of you like the glass zit Stick shit in your artery ooouuu Hustlin's a part of me Niggas retardin me Come at the team wrong its like a see-saw They down and we up The pound heat clowns up I'm moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon' ?? and cocks like a school bus (why?) It make stops and it picks kids up and it wake up the block really early in the mornin Word, niggas want drama? Then line em up! [Chorus (repeated four times) - Freeway] Uh uh uh Line em up! Uh uh uh Line em up! Uh uh Line em up! I, I shut em down! [Verse 2 - Freeway] Listen, if the coke stop jumpin and the block stop poppin Then Free still fuckin with Schi! M to the is-ash, come down with the gat take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps One, puff in my face and the other go in your face Reatrded? This is a stick up if you slow then pick up the pace I came to take everything out your safe and even snatch all your jewelry (oouuu) Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be singin the same song when money low Ain't no parameters, snatch chains even honeys know amateurs get state green's and hit with 24 months From playin the game long, the eight long Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight They been taking from us for too long it ain't wrong Line em up and I jam em all yo! [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young Chris of The Young Gunz] They want a war with the Roc? OKAY! Cases catch 'em and beat 'em like O.J. I been stretchin my d's since the O'Jays Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay Homie, Pops never was there so I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there Yeah, fuck a box cause the metal was there Fuck the cops cause the Fed's was paid I been settled for years, I'm ahead of my years Tuck the glock come pedal with K's We can settle it here We run with this beef, we runnin his peeps Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up) Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep Tell me what they gon' tell me when the gun out they reach Homie, we ain't gotta cheat Y'all ain't stopping Sig Young Gunner startin p. guard from State Property [Chorus]

My Life

Kool G. Rap
[G-Wise * vocoder box effect] Yeahhh, yeh yeh - G. Rap that's gangsta (my life nigga) [Chorus: G-Wise * vocoder] All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu Thug it out baby, thug it out baby Don't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Yeah yeah yeah yeah [Kool G. Rap] Yo, yo Giancanna the name break it down simple and plain Went from a small chimp in the game to gorilla king pimpin the game Know how to tempt dames to tense in the Range Hit the block to pitch rocks, the strength of the name Limp with a cane, lactosin limp for the king We even pack toast expend from the flames, my aim Strictly about makin that bread pop (y'know) blocks red hot from feds and cops, lookin for rock bottles with red tops Tradin lead shots with dreadlocks Infrared dots 'til their head drop, we fled spots Word on the curb is when it came to birds we spread flocks (no doubt) No tellin when the bloodshed stop, glide 'til the sled stop Copped the latest every hot flavor in them crocs and gators Somebody clique riff, pop the bravest Out of town trips in whips I got from Avis, drop knots in Vegas My plot for paper was crockpots of wafers [Chorus] [Kool G. Rap] Nigga into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons Half-naked bitches dancin to tunes (uh-huh) Marble floor to the terrace nigga, glance at the moon Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun [yeahhhh] Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom Nigga we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes Prison niggaz that ran balloons Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons Fuck women in tanning rooms Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit If I can't stack a nigga cap get peeled loose Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice So where that Don be? (right here) In the calm breeze in the palm trees Bomb G under the armpiece Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory Washin the jackpot like laundry Fuckin Don of the year nominee, honestly [Chorus] - repeat 2X [G-Wise * vocoder box in background to fade] [Kool G. Rap] G. Rap nigga.. What, thug shit, Queens clicks What.. uh-huh Yeah, thug shit, Queens clicks Thug shit, Queens clicks Uhh.. yeah

Open Fire

ERICK SERMON "Double Or Nothing"
featuring Redman Passion Intro: (laughing) Yeah coming to you like yeah you know another one of those flavorishis mackadoshis sour cream and onion type flavor. Redman: I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown I'm torn out the frame drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino For black albino I'm like suicide on vinyle The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez My vocals are like vaginas, wet an MC's when they open My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on, I react freakin' to songs When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map Just by eye contact Hook: Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on Rock, rock on - Redman (x4) Erick Sermon: Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what? Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah) Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground I be's the Effect like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black techs Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Mask Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like Shaft The E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up) Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some cleats I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history Hook (X4) Passion: Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me I got a PHD in funkology You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics I've had it up to here, you niggas are in danger You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream America They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit Niggas be having fits, the Squad of Def be smacking hits after hits And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it Tremors in the body has caused for the healin' Hook (x4) Outro: You know what I'm sayin'? Things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know what I'm sayin'? Ah, N-Y-C streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um, spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet sour sauce. Doin' this y'all feel this. I feel you.

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