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The Showdown

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The Wild.. Gotham The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*} Ha ha, riiiiide.. [Dr. Dre] All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gun I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one Sweat on my brow, let's settle it now I'ma show you how real cowboys get down I'm polishin gold, waitin for this drama to unfold I got a {blunt} rolled Feelin bold, gangsters blood runs cold It's time to reload this old .45 colt The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs Sounds like a thousand wolves I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze I pose like a poster, he's closer than close I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirty but I'ma put thirty inside him and leave early And just when I went to fill him with hot lead I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said [Eminem] You never met me, and you'll probably never see me again but I know you - the name's Slim - you want revenge? Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you I'm tellin the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you.. Chorus: {unknown singer} You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride til there ain't no place to hide It's sad cause the bad guys always die [Dr. Dre] + (Eminem) He was Shady, I seen by the look on his face He said take ten paces {shit} I took eight Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain My {shit} went bang but it only fired a blank, he said (You need bullets, hurry up run!) {*imitating Slick Rick*} I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungs We both drew at the same time and stood stunned (Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want) I figured he was tellin the truth, that's why I didn't shoot So what we gon' do, it's on you (Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group?) The Chronic! (Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two) (And plus I know who's got it) Who? (Some old dude, he's got 26 plaques and he already sold two) Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle Hid two pieces of gold inside of my saddle We rolled two miles until we hit the spot An old ghost town that everybody forgot A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot Slim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here's the plot) (Eminem) This is the spot, they call him Doc Loveless He's goin around sayin he took the game from us [Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin] But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomach He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs Plus he's well respected by the hip-hop heads Our mission - is to get him to stop layin eggs And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps [Dr. Dre] I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers Kicked the swingin doors in, started gun slinging I could hear somebody singin - it sounded like a G Thang, and a verse from Keep Their Heads Ringin I said It's Dre's Day, and started to spray Against 1800, he pulls a AK Hollow tips started flyin every which way (Eminem) That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge I fired the first shot, spun his body around He hit the ground and landed upside down Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold I grabbed two girlies and a {blunt} that's rolled Chorus 2X Always die.. The Wild.. Gotham The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*} Ha ha, riiiiide..

Growing Pains (Do It Again)

(feat. Keon Bryce, Scarface) [Intro] Do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . [Verse: Fate Wilson] (let's do it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it again) High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days (let's do it again) High tech boots spray painted witcha names (do it a) T-shirts airbrushed that read the same (let's do it again) Thick herringbone chain, one gold with yo' initial (do it a) Harry's Photos, group shots, can you remember (let's do it again) Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die (do it a) Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5 (let's do it again) When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed (do it a) Just to reiterate dog those was the days (let's do it again) Fore the invasions of haters, man crews from all around (do it a) Used to get down at True Flavas, bumpin Kilo (let's do it again) Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco (do it a) While playboys stepped in talent shows (let's do it again) Prom night, tux and Kangol was so cool (do it a) Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school) (let's do it again) [Verse: Shawnna] It used to be all good when we played Double Dutch in the hood (do it a) On the softball team I was swingin' that wood (let's do it again) I remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds (do it a) Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again) Mama sittin' on the porch till the lights come on (do it a) And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone (let's do it again) I was sick to my stomach, couldn't eat for days (do it a) Sweepin' beauty shops, saving, making minimum wage (let's do it again) Then I cop the 10-speed and got back on my feet (do it a) A whole pack'a girls ridin' 20 deep in the street (let's do it again) We playin' catch a boy, freak a boy, switchin' up the rules (do it a) A summertime splash party get you in the pool (let's do it again) Ladies if ya feel it - holla back cause you wit me (do it a) Shout my nigga Keya, Tony Mack, Jalay, Nikki (let's do it again) This for all them hood parkin' lots in every city (do it a) Ludacris, Face, Lil' Fate, Shawnna you wit me (let's do it again) [Chorus: Keon Bryce] We were tryin so hard (do it a) Hard to survive (let's do it again) Cause even though we were young (do it a) We had to stay strong (let's do it again) No matter what we went through (do it a) It was me and my crew (let's do it again) And that's how it went (do it a) When we were kids (let's do it again) [Verse: Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat (do it a) I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back (let's do it again) With two sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches (do it a) And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches (let's do it again) A child of the corn been wild since I was born (do it a) Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn (let's do it again) Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy (do it a) Wherever I go they went they my buddies (let's do it again) I brush teeth, brush naps and calm streets (do it a) Dreamin' of Cadillacs, wood wheels and plush seats (let's do it again) Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats (do it a) Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf (let's do it again) When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ac-tion! (do it a) Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one (let's do it again) Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys (do it a) And be with the people makin all that got damn noise, man (let's do it again) [Verse: Scarface] I remember, Swatch Watches, Izod, Berries (do it a) Levi Denims, dried eyed jerry-curls (let's do it again) Back when the girls wore striped chick jeans (do it a) Straight leg Lee's on, sewn at the seams (let's do it again) Borrowing dope paint was all good if ya head-bang (do it a) Long as you was ridin, you ain't need to have game (let's do it again) And even back then chicks were starvin' touch status (do it a) You either had a car, favorite Jordan, or kept static (let's do it again) Old school homies did nothin but block rag (do it a) Stay gone off the Olde E and pop James (let's do it again) Moms had to monitor the niggas ya hung around (do it a) To the point when you came in the house when they came around (let's do it again) And - My dad was dead so these streets had to raise me (do it a) And even back in 1983 shit was crazy (let's do it again) Young, black, broke, drunk, beer, smoke (do it a) It's good they kicked my ass outta' the school, fuck the principal (let's do it again) [Chorus (2x)] [Outro (to fade)] Do it a . . Let's do it again . . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . .

Gateway To Wizardry

ACTION BRONSON "Rare Chandeliers"
[Verse 1 - Action Bronson:] Yeah, good hoodie, shorty got the good pussy Sniff coke off a crisp hundred Stay blunted, silk pants, sip France Chicks dance, I stand in the pimp stance West coast, laid back feel the breeze Burnin' trees in diplomas, earn degrees In the winter, mockneck circle ski Wanna party, pop that purpley Oh shit bam bam in the building Scrape the women, hide the children Give a bitch rimshot like a Zildjian Me and Mildred eating like a pilgrim Huh, yo Tommy Lasorda Dodge bullets, dive into the water True lies, diamonds at the porter Shoot like Terry Porter, pimpin' with your Asian daughter I'm always ready for a minor bid Not for long cause I need me some vagina, kid Tryna catch strange soup in the silk Well-built with the coupe in the kilt I need some mouth from a woman I couldn't get it, so I took it, though I shouldn't Sick shit like Ferrara with the footage Stick shift in Ferrari, oh my goodness Hood bitch, sweatpants, good tits Fat butt, 97 Acura Big bitch, make me want to tackle her Fuck around Urlacher her Enough of that, I'mma shoot dice, abusin' the wall 'Til I cruise on the shore, barbecues on the four Mad drugs on the table and I'm doing 'em all And I'm never gon' fall [Bridge x2:] Last time we locked eyes, slapped hands with the kid Now you rambling kid, you should have handled that shit When you see me motherfucker better handle your biz Better handle your biz [Verse 2 - Action Bronson:] Put the flame to his sneakers, I'm a pyro Barrel revolutions got us spinning like a gyro The suitcase is filled with filo Here's a side-note Fuck around, leave you on the side road Five stars on the dinner plate Pardon 'em, see me studded like Cardamom Play your part cause you don't really want no part of 'em Take the key out the ignition, shouldn't have started 'em Joints twisted like a sprained foot Red beard, big blue eyes, a strange look It's like I'm chopping down trees Jump out the chopper on skis, maltese I'm stunned by the mountains and the sunrise Stash work in the mattress where your son lies Enter the casket under dirt and the guns cry I'm going out blazing, squeezing at the one time [Verse 3 - Styles P:] You ain't a boss, you just playin' boss Pop him in his head, pray on his corpse Knee on his neck and his sternum Askin' for forgiveness, when I'm done I'mma burn him You dancin' with the demons I know you see the European leanin' And the chain and watch gleamin' And you thinkin' this a dreamin' Welcome to the nightmare Blunts, the Delorean This shit'll travel light-years But you gon' end up right here My rap style is impeccable Standing still in the mirror but seein' my reflection move Phantom no vehicle, ghost no vehicle A Ouija board, it ain't weed what the fuck I need it for And what the fuck you got me heated for Real cool nigga, show you what the heat is for Ghost and Bronson, shoot like Bronson Cook you like Swanson, now look at your conscience


AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
We now present to *cut up* Music to make you stutter [Aesop Rock] I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson invention Trooper burst result of Dragon Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common dirty Destiny dream sighting, important as split the prints God shit the planet screaming What on Earth is that? I sit back five dimensions Only to muscle the overcooked specimen Fending tragic fatality successful dodging violets All hail Mary and hello dollies! I flow ridiculous, indigenous to now Who holds the fifth golden ticket? Saw the wicked war phantom mansion beyond the pickets The house next door to when the stickball clears the fence Y'all hesitate to fetch it! I was walking through a pinball tilt built landscape Terradactle circling turtle I bite the bullet in a wingspan shadow Suck and rust the oxygen gulps And spit the metal directly back up the barrel We icegrill the silhouettes (right) The common decency factors a lowball estimate of zero My testament is striking b-boy stances Dancing past the foggy mirror With wipes clean the billy goat beard, camoflague the spirit I'm at six degrees of sexy sarcasm Yeah never swam up inside summerjam classic Under the bed backwards bastard Scaverning the carnival grounds for an outlet WHO THE FUCK IS AES ROCK? I'm not a name to keep at arms length Adjacent to little ? quilt makeshift Sick security mechanism, check your mission I am not a vision, check your mission Just a simple sourpatch delinquent No it will not help you shove your Lincoln [Chorus] 2x I alone settle I alone peddle in the mud I alone, I condone rebel zone planting I alone stand in a social coma All up to your dome, follow I alone Now you see me, now you don't [Method Man] *Scratches* [Aesop Rock] Well he was maverick enough but still scraped up Taki 183 innovation for the kids Brick foot ironlung honor Escape through the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber Without a care inside from posting the roster Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed feelings Reeling in several separate defunct fame-booster modules This nervous twitch mark the most delectable ingredient See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding bins (More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind cause you ride in I'd rather find the floors and watch you hide them Feel the haggered look penetrate brain castle Blasting clear out the back of this batches sour wind collection (FLASH FLOODER!) You're a fuckin wind-up toy A goddamn four string criminal trading card The reason they decorate the fonts of closing credits To boost on-looker amusement after fading hard Catch more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar The action, we all compete the masked illusion The commonfolk, I provoke em all Challenge thirty balance I alone pour talent while they fidget If the revolution ain't gon' be televised Then fuck, I'll probably miss it Chorus 2x

We Got Our Own Thang

Everybody, shake your body, we don't ill, we chill at party Keep a groove that's sensual, three-dimensional, unquestionable The lover is professional Got a category, my own and I'm the president With my particular style, particular, extracurricular, smoother and trickier Throwing on lyrics like you throw up a flapjack You're a Chicen McNugget and I'm a Big Mac Brainstorm soloist, have a Coca-colaist, doing very well Because it took the right road to this Path, make the undertake, the recordbreaker Get up on the floor and do the Heavy D shake Started with a pow and I'm going to end with a bang We've got our own thang Picture the set, girlies wet with sweat In the corner people sitting down They've had as much as they could possibly get Here while I'm lamping Feeling like a champ and push up on a cutie Phone digits I'm stamping The place was packed though, stuffed like an Oreo Everybody broke for a Heavy D video Pumping in stereo, people said, Here we go, A cutie down in front said, Heavy you're my hero Understand this, before you make a comment Because there's always a meaning in a Heavy D statement In this life, I strive for improvement Be your own guide, follow your own movement Loving is a legend Me, I'm legendary at it Living on the mike makes me a rapping acrobat Don't try to swing, because you couldn't even hang We've got our own thang We've got our own thang Original, smooth criminal, dance a lot, dance a little, shuffle to the middle Don't clock anybody, let them all clock you Don't be down with anybody, let them all be down with you Stay self-managed, self-kept, self-taught Be your own man, don't be borrowed, don't be bought Started with a pow and I'm going to end it with a bang We've got our own thang We've got our own thang


AESOP ROCK "Labor Days"
I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2 My kitchen sink leaks like your itching to speak a secret ‘bout the world spins yet nobody's pledged allegiance and why? His beaming smile knew a private agony that burns And when the children met divinity I sat to watch the merge It goes pandemonium live Ya'll mutha fuckers stand up volunteer tantrums while your playin summin vivid Play your sympathy card till the misery clash And a basket case is in a classless matrix with elastic stitches Raggin a bag of lonely poem remnants Short of breath like you're short of fresh You're a portable mess Carpetbagger spearheading tear peddeling pretentious art critics, orphans Trying to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes You're a spectacle Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking You touched the hand of God and I'm like What are all these evils that plagued the hearts of man by sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let them in You got your life in a basket before you could say instant classic Like the king of the mountain requires a boost I'll bury the hook in my belly just to volunteer at live aid clinics For the thrill of 9 great mimics with 18 bloody lips, spittin Beanstalk, chalking outlines before figures fly Walking uphill trying to get down Prominent ghost town litigate battle pitch darkness when the light switch hits the *artistry* circuit board breaker Service in the greater half of nature See money go wild shook when the exploitation incubated lovely Warmingly *piggy leader* colony to comfort Numb enough to deny the sin pins and evil needles even punctured Till he wont define his turne and can still function I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2 Burn burn em mostly Stuck unplucking plumage out the poultry Soaking in bulk on a sofa with ductape upholstery Dirty doc stellar space medic Stoned by the commoners for glowing Psuedo bloaters * buy them beats till bloated* Happy trail hitchhikers guide to spanning oblivion Complete with a thankless 9-5 chapter You can sign your life after the facts Wicked soldiers pickin with buddy system logistic motors like Noah's ark ticket holders, pivot All in a days breath I guess Sandman hit up or shatter a day when television run over baboon heart transplants Sketching a glass partially empty till their hand cramps With a iceman dance (?) and stand with a (?) But maybe I do Yeah yeah maybe it's all over, maybe I won the game before the machine ate my quarter I mean absorbing attention's a must You don't wanna be overlooked Yeah but you don't wanna be looked over too much One up for the dashed hopes of fifty fishermen who crashed boats and the angels who never hit a bad note when harmonising I'm an armour plated farmer I'm an archer rising with a drawn bow for the karma where the bulls eye clings and argues Dense, spreads like new names at the writers bench Either you drink it or sink it, coz there ain't no sitting on the fence You make me chuckle child, it's hells kitchen now, miss Recognize your life is merely bait for bigger fish I don't shrug instead of the ramifications of my shovel Lovin the consequences of uprooting the jungle I'm huggin the cyclo Gemini stooped contenders from viewin the puzzle I don't budge the motives encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X4 Encased inside the gauntlets hung in quotas X2

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