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Black Moon lyrics - Enta Da Stage

Black Smif-n-wessun

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Verse 1 Buckshot: I woke up in the night grabbed my forehead wipe my forehead with the sweat on to the bed Deep inside thought thinking of a way to strapped and walk the streets without getting clapped Just because I'm tieing the fuzz growing in my buzz I'm doing my justice, bust this slug to the ignorant Who said I didn't have knowledge of self So come and feel the wrath So listen First of all let me explain That when i drop a rhyme I I make it hard enough to gain The god is heavy I blow you up like dynamite Into my dome I let the L ignite Fight, I take you on flight here The war starts here. BCC: See we murder MC's every day, motherfuckers dont play, straight from the Bucktown side of the block Keep your shit hot Like we said, That's when all the madness stops Verse 2 Buckshot: To all the Godz who know who's the coloured man the colored man is the obvious, you understand? I kill him, and drill 'im in my bootcamp Who can't survive in the creek? You can't Champion, bootcampian click stick and move I bust your shit Move and stick It's the original crook Stomping through your army, what! Gortex to your head Keep your eyes shut But, I'll take you in consideration My occupation is to bust your federation with my ammunition Flipping precision, being precise He's right, I'm nice You can check my status and my apparatus See the baddest Buckshot shot the boodah Murder hero to clean your pipe like Ruger Smoke a bag of charm then I drop the bomb, Buckshot I represent the Arm Leg Leg Arm Head, natty dread, boy big him up Roll thick like syrup cause chaos and terror Chorus I had a vision It appeared to me in the form of a devil but the rebel wasn't there to see for me this is the year to be the son of the seven, representing the sea the heatseeker the cypher maker quick to take a sec to re-a-lize, I burn right through you Double guage I'm pointing the rage at your culu .... We blew the motherfucker Now we outta here. Chorus Buckshot: MURDAH! MURDAH! MURDAH

Dune Methane

Hieroglyphics "3rd Eye Vision"
[Casual] Drop some new shit on 'em them Let's drop some new shit on 'em [Opio] Drop it on 'em Cas [Casual] Some brand new new shit Going [Del] Yeah this D E L in the house And Hieroglyphics crew Down wit' Matt Kelly A Plus Domino Man we about to kick this little shit right here on my down time on the album Check it out MC's is too promiscious so if you fuss I'ma be the next to bust and take you on the Exodus Wreckless Checklist, ain't nobody next to us Step to us and get reduced to a speck of dust Fuck the hellala detectives with they secret societies We speak wit' variety So stand back Before you caught in my sand traps Hilarious you better vary it, you bury it Go along with your merriment Hiero getting ever cent And we earned it, and burned it In your brains like brands And now, everyone demands Del and his entourage and you can all get squashed He mosh it up, we mega and vicious Magnificent Fuck the whimsical misteral We stiffed through competitors and regulate And make you hesistate you better wait Time to set it straight You never take a flow for granted Cause what you ain't peeping Is equal to what we call sleeping Slumbering and fucking cumbersome Keep the tabs on them tongues And let the bomb numb your lungs Yeah Cranialologist The zany novelist The tactical graphical With lyrics for capital After you, high speed chase To erase All existing life forms and drive 'em to free base [Coughing] Hieroglyphics

For Doz That Slept

Black Sheep "A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing"
Intro (by Mista Lawnge) Van Damme! Let's see what kind of flavor I want... Do I want, vanilla? Or do I want a taste of chocolate? Hmmmmm... I want something different, I want somethin slammin. What's the slamminest flavor out this month... Let's see... Yo black! Hmmmmm, what flavor are you? First Verse (note: the way he says listen, I wanted to spell it lehsen) Listen For a second, I'm wreckin I got ya double checkin Then again, when to you knees did you beckon Hold me only if you wanna get naked Play before a crowd only if you wanna wreck it The name is Dres, like silk I get slick Drop rhymes like a basehead Bic flicks Constantly, yes it's me D-R-E-Ssssss So yes, I guess, unless, confess you can get down To serious business, with this I never boned a honey that I didn't like I never saw a mile that I couldn't hike I never had a spliff to make me choke I never had a pocket that was broke Hate no one but love only a few Franklin, Grant and yeah mom too I run buckwild for self or with the crew But then again, huh I thought you knew Now I hear the voice Is it what you want? I hope it is kid you're the flavor of the month Chorus I heard you got the fever for the flavor three times Somebody said you got it goin on I heard you got the fever for the flavor three times Hurry up and get a scoop before it's gone Second Verse So you got the fever for the flavor of the other Chocolate, sasspirilla, or is it you like another Flavor in my socks To the curly locks Black Sheep rollin hard and kncokin peons out the box Never have I ever never ever felt much better Did the whole nine on the tenth I was no wetter Ready and I'm eager Eager as a beaver On the radio and good to go says your receiver Not to be the baddest or the oldest nor the wackest Neither am I needest or the newest or the blackest Just a brown fellow Who's not afraid of Jello To the people of the world I would like to say G'day Had to wait a while But the while has been waited Never gave up hope in myself, nor debated Didn't shed a tear when I wasn't picked Cause I got a cone now, want a lick? Chorus Third Verse Now I catch a number when before I caught a glare Now I give a pound when before I got a stare Now I guess I kinda got it goin on I get a wake-up call on the lawn I used to try and push a demo Now I have a Coupe That's a bit more than a little But then not quite a few Funny how they find you when they told you get lost Tell me why you're grittin when you have no dental floss Wasn't my loss Thought you were the boss? You never knew how much the Sherbert cost Forget it, I never sweat it Your girl will give me play I'll wet it It only happens just because you let it Now everybody wants to play my phone I see em with a spoon I see em with a cone You never knew I knew it but I knew you would pursue it Hurry up and get a scoop before it's gone Chorus (hope you like it all... I'll get the rest to ya soon BTW as you probably guessed by now I'm a lyrics fanatic... got any more you can send me? Peace out homes!)

All A's

GOODIE MOB "World Party"
Chorus: Goodie Mob (repeat 2X) I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always Passin by these haters like we got all A's [Backbone] Say say say say Crack, what's the word on the street Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete I'm gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin Mobbed out so they can't see me when I'm ridin They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy But at the same time I know these muh'fuckers wanna mug me Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha But I'll do years, if I bust these niggaz Keep point four-five calibers of chrome I'm, comin forth to carry you home Chorus [Cee-Lo] Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me Sugar Delight Uh-ohh hoe, Willie cuttin virgin broads tonight Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost There's somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks These are actual facts, I ain't been in no actual car-jacks but let me tell you this, I'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp Ridin with these two glocks, we gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks My nigga don't hate me, cause I ain't hated, but we related No one includin me, should be understimated But don't you dare ride through the SWATS without, at least 30 shots Cause I'm tellin ya, these Southern boys gon' get all they got Chorus [Khujo] Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, off the block before your carcass drop Can't share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle Ain't, barrin none hundred round draw Nothin under seventy-five, and I get slick Takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom Everytime son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared When they did, my buddy Spanky I bust out in tears The world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers I still see, punk ass bitches.. bitches.. Chorus [Gipp] Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate Y'all from the section where the straight shit, straight up off the top Block for block, yo we got the , wait for days Gone up off the Purple Haze, when you see me call me Mr. Gipp Shoot em from the hip, everytime I'm in my 84 Sedan Deville block me off and watch me peel, Big Boi grill ridin through the park on the weekend ain't no stoppin keep it dippin that's how we trippin Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the windows and my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks Lookin out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot whatever you wanna call it, nigga what What Chorus [T-Mo] Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken, bout to start clickin Hoe better know who the true G's are, I'm the star, brand new car Dope ki lyrical cascade height, SWATS type, mic soldier Blowin composer, chief of that doja, told ya when I was older I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age Goodie Mo.B., doin they thang, I, pray, for, change and my players in this game it's insane, how this 'caine is bringin em pain, young'un doin time dyin by this grind A-T-L, fine this just how it's goin down And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin Dirty South Nigga check it out, dirty SWATS got SPOTS Chorus

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Killah Priest "Heavy Mental"
[Featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard] [Killah Priest] Killah Priest King Mu'tazila Landed on a sick canvas now I roll his dead planet head bandaged sent through the god's commandment feel me.. I move through the dark rages and won't stop until your ? until your bleedin' until you stop breathin' giving careers a severe beatin' for emceeing it's something that I don't take lightly how the fuck you ever fight me, to a duel, I drool, before I break through, then I drag emcees, beat um' down to their knees, grab their necks and squeeze!, till theres no life left, they lifeless, they micless, what a crisis, I give them a good nights rest, I break they biceps, and triceps, thighs and necks, breast area, is the best area, before I bury ya, I make sure that you never, ever, ever, ever, try that shit no more, know what I'm sayin', (word is bond), no ambition, put you in that fucked up condition, leave you with your own conviction, shit was non-fiction, now you in a state of non-fiction, make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me, I blow your head off, when I talk, chop off your arms, and bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin', for a dead-end, stop your sweatin', like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin', snuck up on ya a wedding, at your honeymoon, turn that shit into doom, turn your rap cassettes, into your a fucking caskets, you god damn bastards, lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid.. [ODB] I'm a complete analyzer of your entire eye, gave ya the tone to tour, to walk on by, I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie, so good to you why?, yo! question to you why? the wing to your fly, bone to your high, the dirt dog, I be the god, the tear to your cry, I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's, my place to burst from, gave me the eye.. [Killah Priest] They made a braid to grave, ceremonies, from religious cults, half man and half goat, tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes, we followed goats, our nose and hella smoke, fire breathin' dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern, to the see the future, through the crystal ball, the triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall, offence, see the coffin, often, fell at the doorstop, coughin, I heard the pipe organ (cough), saw some men of a white origin, I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George Bush, bare foot, sucking from the titties of a wolf, upon the braisen altar, 6 men offer they only daughter, splashing holy water, I ran for the, camcorder, now I play with curses, I roam the Earth's surface, snatching purses, allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose, religious worship, is worthless, I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married, but now they buried cuz of Satan's fury, I faced the jury, held in court, like Christ nailed to a cross, confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius Pilot, days are violent, standing in a haunted palace, the government wants my wallet.. [ODB] I'm a complete analyzer of your entire eye, gave ya the tone to tour, to walk on by, I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie, so good to you why?, yo! question to you why? the wing to your fly, bone to your high, the dirt dog, I be the god, the tear to your cry, I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's, my place to burst from, gave me the eye.. I'm a complete analyzer of your entire eye, gave ya the tone to tour, to walk on by, I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie, so good to you why?, yo! question to you why? the wing to your fly, bone to your high, the dirt dog, I be the god, the tear to your cry, I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's, my place to burst from, gave me the eye..

I Didn't Mean To

Casual "Fear Itself"
Intro: Hah ay youknowhatI'msayin Hieroglyphics in here... forever Hah hah! Verse One: Aiyyo peep it the back breakin mack takin titles Vital to the right I'll make men ache when they try to step but charlatans are within the range of danger which keeps me callin friends I meets more fake fools than real ones But it takes clues and hits to make moves with sense And since I'm a rhy mer I need to take time to give niggaz reminders Who's the best, confuse the rest Abuse crews with the news they paid dues to my death The defter, slept on, long enough So now I pissed the stronger stuff and break out a bomb to puff Wrong! You can't hit, I lit it Get it, nope, because you, counter-feited, dope I hate fake guys and you make eyes follow with you hollow tips through, your hand, you're left dead Chorus: repeat 2X Get off it, I know you know I know you're on it (3X) Get off it, I know you know, I know you know Verse Two: Hip-hip hooray! Dip skip away from the forte of freshness nuff skills impresses the West is all up to my ingenuity, you will be comparing, to the rare men, we're aware when daring situations get your face in your crew's areas, so you move gregarious Whatever you rhyme you do shit that's putrid and noisome, so why voice em, crew's get beaten until inanity Hieroglyphics can it be We're the best in the planet G Wiz niggaz are jealous But I fight what you bend with teeth so you can see if you can dig the G-R-O-O-V-E-S cause we be fresh For cypher a few the sneak-iest When kids wanna fade me, great But behold I got Seoul like the Olympics in eighty-eight So ladies wait for the coming of the He-Men You're on my nuts or that's how it's se-men The mastermind is never apprehended I screw the ruler, to fool the joker, and going up like the smoke of a phattie, add me to the shitlist, cause I be that I know you see that, we phat Livin larger than life I be the Zenith, clean with, mean stuff Taking charge of the stifiling Oppressing the dop-est in the sector Respect the, dope rhyme wrecker Hope I'm cleanin, when you think you're seein a massy Josh B got the beat like Rodney So King me, cuz I jumped ya This is how I checkah, foe Hit even the pecker, yo Getting to respect the, bro L-I-F-N-I-C you now know Chorus

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